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Chapter 1250 Chapter 1,247·"The Tea Party of the Lord of Creation"

The room is filled with the aroma of desserts, wisterias are swaying, and time seems to stand still at this moment.

Si Que tapped his fingers on the table, and the teapot with magpie feather carvings on the table automatically floated up, and the black tea slowly flowed into the porcelain cup.

His eyes still stayed on the book in his hand, but Su Ming'an sensed that Si Que's attention was no longer on the page. He was waiting for Su Mingan to ask questions.

"First question." Su Mingan thought about it for a while.

He had many questions, such as what Si Que had done before and why Si Que disappeared... But he knew that although he seemed to know everything in this tea party, in fact, Si Que was the one in control of this question and answer game. As long as he encounters a question he doesn't want to answer, Si Que can end the conversation at any time.

To retain Si Que's interest, the first question must be interesting enough.

Su Mingan cleared his throat and said:

"——You are the most popular person in Rovasha, almost everyone misses you."

Si Que's expression was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Su Ming'an to ask such a question. Something doesn't seem right, and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it.

He closed the book, put his hands together and put them against his chin:

"【yes.】"

Lowering his head, Si Que's mouth curled up, as if he was interested: "Then I will also treat you politely and ask you a question that everyone knows."

He was very polite and did not deliberately make things difficult for Su Ming'an.

Su Mingan took a sip of the black tea poured by Sique. The black tea in the dream had a special fragrance, mixed with a thick dreamy soft taste and the refreshing floral fragrance of purple wisteria. It's more like a flower drink than black tea, making it unforgettable once you take one sip.

"My question is." Si Que took a sip of tea and said:

"——You are the most popular person in the world. Everyone knows that you like Bai Mao."

Su Mingan: "..."

He showed a complex expression similar to Si Que's just now, which could be described as "difficult to express".

Su Mingan: "I..."

Si Que stretched out a finger, shook it, and said with a smile: "You can only answer 'yes', 'no' or 'I don't know'. If you answer anything else, the host will end this tea party and end this It's a wonderful dream. I think... you don't want to wake up."

"【yes.】"

After saying this word, Su Mingan drank tea strategically and looked back at Si Que alertly. Anyway, Si Que asked everyone's opinion, not Su Ming'an's.

Si Que sipped the black tea and leaned comfortably on the exquisite flower-carved chair. Purple hair flowed down, almost covering the raised relief on the back of the chair, except for a pair of magpie patterns standing on his shoulders.

"Second question." Su Mingan tried:

"——Si Que, those people who are chasing you now have hurt you before?"

"[Yes.]" Si Que's response was very quick and shallow, his eyebrows full of sunshine:

"——Mr. Lighthouse, most of the people who are pursuing you now have ridiculed you, distrusted you, attacked you, and insulted you before?"

Su Ming'an saw clearly that Si Que was asking questions like a mirror. As deep as Su Ming'an's questions were, Si Que would cross-examine them.

"[Yes.]" Su Mingan then asked:

"——Si Que, what you did before was that you constructed a script for the Dragon Emperor and others, which caused them pain. So now they want to snatch you back and rewrite the tragedy?"

Si Que helplessly relaxed his brows, as if he was distressed: "...You asked so many questions in one breath, and the sentences are so long, but there is only one question mark. It is so opportunistic. Should I let you go? Or refuse to answer?"

Su Mingan said: "You said it yourself, you can only answer [yes], [no], [I don't know], and now you have violated the rules."

"Ah, yes, I digressed." Si Que looked still casual and leaned on the flower-carved chair: "Then what should I do...How about I leave the dreamland?"

Su Mingan said: "Of course I can't let you go."

This is the most casual original Su Ming'an has ever seen. It's hard to even call it original. He can't see any similarity between himself and Si Que.

The steam from the black tea dispelled the thick fog in Si Que's eyes: "Then let me continue to answer - yes. Your speculation is very good, and the whole sentence is correct. There is still very little information, and you have already made the inference. It’s getting to this point… it’s pretty good.”

Su Mingan said: "After all, information is always smooth."

Rawasha's information is very open and transparent, few people hide it, and the reasoning is basically a forward continuation.

As the strongest creator, Sique could make several great emperors angry. It is most likely that he used his power of creation to write some tragedies. This is very clear logic.

"Then, my third question." Si Que narrowed his eyes:

"——Do you feel that you have a strong sense of deja vu, or a sense of reincarnation, and everything you do may be to rewrite the tragedy."

Su Mingan's pupils narrowed.

He glanced at Si Que. Si Que's face was still calm, as if he just said something very inconspicuous.

"[Yes]." Su Mingan replied.

He does occasionally have similar feelings, especially the sense of déjà vu, but normal people also have the sense of déjà vu occasionally, and this cannot be used to determine anything.

"The fourth question." Su Mingan calmed down and tried to keep the tea party as peaceful as possible:

"——The reason for your disappearance is 'being killed' or 'being eaten'."

People say that after the Supreme Lord Tosorius summoned Si Que, Si Que disappeared. So people think that Tosorius hated Si Que's talent and killed Si Que.

However, the answer Su Mingan got was [No].

He looked at Si Que in surprise. It turned out that there was another reason for Si Que's disappearance.

"My patience is a bit exhausted." Si Que yawned: "You'd better find some interesting questions."

His finger tapped the table: "Okay, it's my turn-if you are really taken away by the organizer, in order to avoid becoming the executioner's knife, will you choose to commit suicide?"

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Su Mingan held the porcelain cup, and for a moment he didn't know whether Si Que spoke casually or had planned it in advance. This tea party in the dream is bearing the gaze of hundreds of millions of viewers and the gaze of the organizer.

"..."

The wisteria flowers are fragrant.

"... No." Su Mingan replied.

He didn't know if Si Que had the ability to detect lies, but in fact, he hoped that Si Que had the ability to detect lies. Because he himself was not sure of his own thoughts, he seemed to be able to die, but it seemed not so good.

But Si Que did not say anything.

Then, the questions and answers between them gradually became more in-depth.

"——I possessed Su Liujin, and you were the one who led it." Su Mingan asked.

"Yes."

...

"——Do you think your originals are stronger than you?" Si Que asked.

"Yes."

...

"——The reason why Hui Bai could not be written into the story was because he had done something to disobey the World Tree, and the World Tree did not like him?" Su Mingan asked.

"Yes."

...

"——Do you like chocolate latte?" Si Que asked.

"No."

...

"——Pudding has never lied to me." Su Mingan asked.

"Yes."

...

"——Do you think Boss Rabbit is cute now?" Si Que asked.

"...No."

...

"——Is the route I am taking now correct? To win the Disciple Game and write the most perfect story?"

Si Que lowered his eyes and thought for a moment about Su Mingan's question, as if this question was controversial.

"...I don't know." After a moment, Si Que said the first answer he didn't know the answer to.

...

"--Compared to Nuoer and Lu Shu, your friendship with Yueyue is deeper?" Si Que asked.

Su Mingan noticed from the beginning that Si Que gradually began to ask some inexplicable questions, and the questions were not very important. Does this mean...the questions Su Mingan just asked are not very important?

After holding it in for a long time, Su Mingan said: "I don't know."

How can such things be compared? People's hearts are not a scale.

Si Que looked at him mysteriously for a while, said "oh", and opened the book on his knees with one hand.

He seemed to be getting bored.

Looking at Si Que's bored look, Su Mingan gradually began to understand why Si Que didn't tell the clue directly, but had to play such a turtle soup game, maybe because...Si Que thought it was fun.

Just fun.

Si Que was so casual, maybe just to collect inspiration, maybe just to experience life. As long as Si Que has a flash of inspiration and comes up with a good idea during the game, it is enough for Si Que. For that short flash of inspiration... he can be crazy enough to do anything and say anything.

In a sense, Si Que may be more terrifying than Xiao Ying.

Xiao Ying does extreme sports, jumps from a high altitude, and shoots himself to experience death, but Si Que doesn't even need to focus on death - he focuses on anything interesting. The inspiration of an artist is priceless, so what is a mere death.

He regards all the joys and pains he has experienced personally as inspiration.

I am afraid that even if he experienced the pain of his heart being pierced, the thought of "remembering this pain well can be used for a more realistic description of the character's death" flashed through his mind. Even if he felt strong love, his first reaction was just "I can write it into the story", extremely rationally analyzing the logic of this sense and breaking it down into usable words, rather than initiating the emotion of being loved.

But on the surface, he is calmer and more rational than most people. "Crazy" is only reflected in his internal behavior logic, his most fundamental thinking mode, and his inner driving force.

Su Mingan remembered the scene of Si Que holding his head and laughing... Perhaps, when Si Que really became a sickly and unscrupulous display of madness, he was completely broken.

"I'm a little sleepy. You can still ask two questions, one is interesting and the other is boring." Si Que held his chin: "You ask the interesting one first. If it's not interesting enough, then our tea party will end here."

Su Mingan thought for a moment.

... What kind of questions can make Si Que feel interesting?

After considering, Su Mingan said:

"- Do you like the scene of being eaten?"

Anyone knows the answer to this kind of question-who would like to be eaten. Unless Si Que is really an M.

But Si Que narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Yes."

His answer made Su Mingan suspect that he had heard it wrong.

...No, you really are...

Su Mingan felt his scalp tingling just by recalling the scene of sharing food. Si Que actually liked it... Could it be that he had some strange mental illness?

"--You admire Su Liujin more than you admire me." Si Que said.

Su Mingan replied: "No."

Now he only knows that Su Liujin is a jellyfish, and he really can't appreciate it.

...Okay.

The last question.

Su Mingan didn't ask very nitpicking questions, after all, he and Si Que were on the same front. Whether to give information or not, the initiative is in Si Que's hands. Su Mingan doesn't need to intrigue to get information from Si Que, as long as Si Que has a good impression of him.

"I want to ask..." Su Mingan asked:

"- Are you, Tosolius, the World Tree, and the outside civilization in a four-way opposition relationship?"

The camp is the biggest focus.

Players have been blinded by inertial thinking and think that the outside civilization that invaded Varosha must be bad, but is it really so?

"Wow." Si Que smiled: "You asked a very critical question."

He put down the porcelain cup in his hand. The black tea in the cup had run out, and only four sugar cubes had not melted. He actually liked to add sugar cubes to the tea.

"It's a pity that the answer is no." Si Que smiled.

... Isn't it right.

Su Mingan lowered his eyes to think. Anyway, there is already a lot of information today.

"Okay, tonight's tea party is over."

Si Que raised his hand and pulled the green vines hanging from the ceiling, as if turning on the lights, and the sunlight outside the window dimmed and replaced by a moonlight.

The wisteria flowers swayed, and the host of the tea party smiled and waved his hand, and the banana mille-feuille, rainbow macaron, and chocolate mousse on the table disappeared one by one...

The green leaves rustled, and the purple-gold porcelain plate was like a dancer leaving the stage, slowly leaving with the hem of the gauze curtain.

Finally, the black tea in front of Su Mingan also disappeared, replaced by a bag of sugar cubes.

Before he said anything, he felt that everything in front of him turned into colorful mist, hazily going away...

Then, Si Que's voice came:

"Don't tell anyone about your dream about me."

"Otherwise, like a broken colorful bubble... the beautiful dream will disappear."

"It's dawn, goodbye, Mr. Lighthouse."

...

The morning light fell, and the floating light was golden.

Su Mingan opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and drew the curtains open with a swish. The sun was shining brightly outside the window. The system time was eight o'clock in the morning.

The golden sunlight fell along the window sill and reflected in his hazy eyes. He rubbed his eyes. This dream was not too long. He felt very relaxed, as if the sweet taste of wisteria tea still remained.

However, dreams are still dreams. When the dream ends, nothing will be left.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something at his hand, and looked down-

A bag of colorful sugar cubes, engraved with a pattern of a magpie holding a feather pen, lay quietly beside his fingers. A line of small words was written on the back:

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[Looking forward to the story you wrote in Luowasha, I have read the first chapter you wrote, it is good, please update as soon as possible^^]

[——Magpie]

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