Sean glanced at Moonlight: "You're wrong."

Then she turned around and walked to the desk, without asking Olivia to change back to the more elegant high-necked dress before.

Moonlight shook his head: "Sean, don't you have any pursuit of aesthetics?

"Anyway, Olivia usually wears clothes, so why not make her dress more pleasing to the eyes?"

Olivia stood next to Sean, her hands still folded in front of her, just pressing down on the slightly puffed long skirt and white apron, looking cute and cute.

Sean motioned Moonlight to sit down together: "Okay, I agree with you. But Olivia can't wear it like this when going out, it's too conspicuous... Olivia, pour Moonlight a cup of coffee, add sugar and milk."

"Okay." The girl politely turned around and walked towards the kitchen, her demeanor unexpectedly matched her current outfit.

"It looks like it..." Moonlight smiled and looked at Olivia's back. It seems that some crazy idea suddenly came to mind, and his eyes squinted to the ceiling in a trance...

"Want to buy a set for Winnie?"

It seemed that Sean had gotten it right. Moonlight blushed and quickly changed the subject: "Is there any news from Daisy?"

Sean shook his head: "Not yet." He put down the coffee he took a sip, "When there is news over there, it may be time for a head-on confrontation with Kennedy."

Moonlight's face became serious: "It is true."

"We don't need to investigate what their purpose is, we only need to pay attention to the phenomenon, and we can be one step ahead." Sean looked out the window and said slowly, "As long as we stay near their prey, we will surely be able to squat on them. . . . At that time, it was inevitable that it would be a fierce battle."

Olivia came over with a plate and gently placed the coffee in front of the moonlight.

After Yueguang thanked him slightly, he continued the discussion with Sean: "What do you think about their strength?"

Sean's cheeks bulged slightly, and he expressed his judgment: "According to the previous information, we can know that Kennedy should be an opponent of the Ace class...

"In addition, he should have two helpers, both of whom are around King level."

Yueguang's face froze and nodded: "It's similar to what I think - it's an opponent we can't defeat head-on."

Sean stood up and walked to the window: "It's true. So there is an unavoidable issue before us..."

He turned around and faced the moonlight: "Two Jacks, how to beat an Ace and bring a pair of Kings."

Moonlight was silent for a while before realizing that what Sean just said was not a question, but a statement.

He has made up his mind to win this impossible battle.

Next, Sean informed Moonlight of his initial idea.

Originally, when Sean proposed the "impossible task", Moonlight didn't see any chance of winning for the next battle.

However, in the process of Sean telling his ideas and plans, Moonlight gradually sat up straight.

After Sean finished speaking, the pianist put his clenched fist in front of his mouth, with a slightly incredulous expression on his face, and said his judgment: "This way... maybe we can win!"

Sean leaned on the sofa and crossed his fingers: "Next, while waiting, what we have to do is very simple."

It was almost dusk, and Olivia began to get busy in the kitchen.

Sean put it in the wardrobe drawer, and took out the ancient clay pot...

"Is this the ancient book you mentioned?" Moonlight looked curiously at the faded oil paint on the clay pot.

Sean nodded, thinking of the old book cemetery, Duke, the Epiphany Scholar, and the old man Pompeii...

"It's not easy to get it..." Thinking so, Sean lightly rubbed the rough surface of the vase-shaped clay pot.

He walked to the window and opened the curtains.

At this time, the sun outside the window was sinking in the west, reflecting the park opposite the window with a layer of desolate colors.

Pompeii reminded before that if you want to read this book, you need the help of the setting sun.

Sean solemnly placed "The Returning Scroll" on the windowsill, letting it immerse in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"I don't know what's going to happen, you'd better stand a little further away." Sean turned his head and said, "If something bad happens, or there is a sign of losing control, you can take any action."

Moonlight nodded and stepped aside with a serious face.

The west was sinking, and in Sean's field of vision, the setting sun gradually fell behind the clay pot, and the light melted the edge of it, forming an approximate oval silhouette.

A strange scene appeared in front of Sean's eyes.

Birds streaked across the sky under the setting sun, and the stratum clouds were somewhat mottled on the dusk skyline. Far behind the stratus clouds, and almost inaccessible to the horizon, stood a figure that covered half of the sky.

The figure standing in the sky stretches out his arms and opens his hands to form two avenues. The avenue on the right is full of vitality, as if giving life to the whole world; the avenue on the left absorbs the vitality that was once given and returns it to the master of heaven and earth...

"Genor of Creation..." Sean looked obsessively at the image of the old master outside the skyline, "He is in charge of the rotation and distribution of life, as well as the connection between all things...

"It is the source and prototype of all the creation gods today..."

On one side of the moonlight, he found that Sean's eyes showed his obsession and desire for knowledge.

And that clay pot was exuding two diametrically opposite auras.

On one side is the growing, weeping, strong, greedy and selfish meaning - after the birth of life ~lightnovelpub.net~ the self is constantly entangled, expanded, exploited and repelled, the self-righteous desire seems to want to devour everything... …

On the other side is boundless depression and decay. The premonition of destruction, the inevitability of returning home, the ending that makes countless self feel sad. The loss of life and the darkness of heat death... as if to symbolize the disorder of the universe and the end of everything that will eventually return to nothingness...

I don't know the birth of the beginning, the journey with many difficulties, but then it is the doomed ending, the return of nothingness...

The pottery evokes new-born ecstasy and vanishing despair. Two completely different feelings repeatedly torment those who stare at it, and a strong fear of disappearing because of what they once had emerged in their hearts.

If there is death, why live? If you are alive, why die?

What is the meaning of life? Where will you go after you die?

Do all things exist individually, or do they belong together as a whole?

Will the spirit ring exist forever?

What is the universe talking about?

Countless thoughts pointing to the ultimate, at this moment, are constantly interrogating Moonlight 1902.

"If it were me..." Moonlight forced himself to turn away, staring at him madly, "If it were me, I would definitely not choose to open this book..."

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