Some people are always used to frame some strange places with ordinary nouns in life.

For example, a good plane shuttle is called [Hospital].

For example, it is clearly a warehouse of cultivation magic weapons, but it must be called [factory].

Another example is a refuge that must be called [bar].

And [tea room]...

Well, this is an exception. It is not a special noun. It is used for tea.

However, the location here is a bit special. It is located at the top of the Ark Group and the top of the towering spire. The facilities here are also in line with the image of a tea room.

There are a few sofas, some tea tables and tea sets, and many small wooden trunks that are very suitable for the tea art level.

At this moment, there were two people in the tea room.

One: An old man who looks about seventy years old, with a straight suit and meticulously combed his big back with white hair. In fact, this guy's figure is not what a seventy-year-old man should have. If he replaces this guy's head with a strong guy, there will be no sense of incongruity.

Secondly, he was a young man in his twenties from the Western Confucian side. He didn't introduce him much, just "Jack".

At this moment, the "Jack" classmate lazily sank on the sofa, putting his feet on the coffee table with extremely impolite rudely, holding a cigarette in his mouth, swallowing mist, and enjoying it. The ashtray on the coffee table was already full of cigarette butts.

The old man sat opposite Jack with a very dissatisfied expression.

Finally, he couldn't hold it in.

"You have been here for four days, and you have smoked a total of one and a half cigarettes. What are you here for?" he asked with anger.

"I'm here to ask for a cell phone." Jack said without thinking.

"Then why do you keep smoking? I am a [tea room]! Is it appropriate for you to make me smoke all over here?"

"Oh, oh!" Jack waved his hand casually: "Just open the window and put it on."

The old man's face turned red for a while: "I'm tall and windy. Opening the window will blow the tea set..."

"Tsk~" Jack ticked his mouth, then stood up and walked to the window. His gaze looked through the window and looked down, but he could not see anything except the dense clouds.

"Not to mention, although you are tall here, you don't look scary when you are these clouds."

"But what I saw was just a superficial appearance after all. Many people were blocked by this empty cloud and thought it was safe here, but they didn't know that there was a deep abyss under the clouds." The old man said lightly.

Jack listened to the old man's words and glanced disdainfully: "Then why are you doing this high? It's strong and dangerous. You can't see the scenery below."

"The scenery below is ultimately the one below. What is the difference between looking at or not? What we should see is the universe above our heads..."

"Oh, you guys are like this. You can't speak normally if you always make these sarcastic words?"

The old man ignored Jack, but slowly walked to him, raised his head and looked up at the top of his head... The cloudless thing was, the old man looked at the sun without blinking for a long time... "Look, that's it. You stood too low and thought it was cloudy, but if you stood in a place higher than the clouds, you will find that there was sunshine everywhere here."

After saying that, he sighed helplessly: "But what's the matter? I've fought for so long and finally stood on the clouds. But after passing through the clouds, I realized that there are still clouds on the clouds. It is in a good mood and can give you some sunshine. I am in a bad mood. The first person hit by lightning is me. 'It' is so high that I can never touch it. So what's the use of me fighting so hard."

"So, you just want to escape, I know, you told me a few days ago."

"Don't you think this is reasonable?" the old man asked: "I am the most impulsive of all the elements of the universe. However, over the years, my impulses have disappeared. Now, I just want to have tea here. Isn't this telling the problem?"

Jack sucked the cigarette in his hand deeply: "You know, I haven't smoked for a long time."

"I don't know." The old man's tone was very indifferent.

"My house has never let me smoke. I say that smoking is harmful to my liver and lungs. I know that smoking is not good, and I know that she is doing it for my own good, but... I still secretly took two puffs when I found an opportunity."

"What do you want to say?" the old man asked dissatisfiedly.

"Nothing... I just want to say that I know some things are wrong and impossible, but that doesn't mean I won't go back to do it."

"The people in your bar are all crazy..."

"I'm still rational than others." Jack muttered, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, stomping it out, and then taking out a black notebook from his pocket.

He opened it casually, regardless of which page he would turn to, and just opened it.

He lowered his head and looked at the words written on it.

"Lu Yuan is dead." He said lightly.

Before the words were finished———

"Hahaha." The old man suddenly laughed: "How about it, do you have anything else to stick to now?" His tone was full of teasing: "You think the protagonist of this plane, 'Yao Xiaoxin', stood on my side without hesitation after learning the truth... Even she felt that you who tried to resist the 'God' were simply crazy!

Now, the second person you designated, the most rebellious "Lu Yuan", is also dead.

What does this mean? It means that my idea is the most correct. Facing a higher-dimensional God, we can only be humble, respect, fear, and hide far away, and want to resist 'it'... Hahaha, that's impossible!"

Jack was still looking at the book in his hand, occasionally turning a few pages, but no one knew what was written on it.

The old man looked at Jack and felt inexplicably angry: "What are you still watching? You don't have any chance, it created this world, you can't do anything about it!!"

"I'm not dead yet!" Jack said suddenly.

"What?"

"I'm not dead yet. If God knows that I and the people in the tavern are resisting it, why does it still want me to live? It can completely destroy us by moving its fingers."

"It...it may find it interesting to keep you..."

Jack didn't say anything, he was still frantically flirting with the book in his hand!

"I can change it!"

"What?" the old man was stunned: "Do you want to change God?"

"right!"

"Are you crazy? How could you change the will of God? Lu Yuan is dead. Yao Xiaoxin killed him. He is already a corpse!"

"I can change!"

Jack repeated it, and the book in his hand was frantically flirting with the wind.

"No one can change God's will! He created this world!" The old man's tone was raised a little.

Suddenly!

Jack's hand suddenly held the book and stopped it on a certain page!

"Foundations of God have been found!"
Chapter completed!