Chapter one thousand and ninety-six, the unresponsive pot fairy
Rosen was silent after hearing these words.
He seemed to have no reason to blame the immortal in the pot.
The other party did a lot of things that were hated, but it was actually for peace.
Some absurd and ridiculous facts are in front of you.
"Now, do you still think I'm wrong?" The immortal from the pot looked at Luo Sen.
He never disdains to explain his behavior to anyone.
But Rosen is an exception.
The other person comes from the same place as you.
What the immortal in the pot seemed to say to Luo Sen, but to a large extent it was to himself, and once again confirming his feelings.
Destroying everything is not an easy task.
Especially the inner level, it is not easy.
Luo Sen pondered for a moment: "I understand how you feel."
The fairy in the pot looked at Luo Sen coldly.
No words were spoken.
"You may not be wrong, but you are definitely not right. Everything in the world has its own operating rules. Even if there is no human race, there will be other races becoming the overlords of the mainland. If you have a long time of unity, you will be divided, and if you have a long time of division, you will be united. What should you do then? Other races may also be able to do so?
Enslave all races, causing war and chaos." Rosen said.
"Destroying the human race is definitely not the fundamental way to solve the problem."
But the immortal in the pot said, "Then I will continue. I will destroy any race that brings disaster and war."
"How could you do this!" Luo Sen was shocked.
"What's wrong?" The ancient fairy's eyes in the pot were not waved, without any waves: "Don't you human race just believe in the prey of the weak? Since I have the ability to destroy the human race, then I will be blameless if I do this."
"Then you should be a little sympathetic."
"I have no sympathy for the human race."
"You do this is just another form of hegemony." Rosen shouted: "Is the peace caused by all races under your pressure, true peace?"
"False peace is at least peace." The will of the immortal in the pot was not shaken by any words.
Rosen stared at the immortal in the pot: "You are just satisfying your own selfish desires and putting yourself on the moral high ground to judge the human race. You don't care about true peace at all."
"You think so, that's it."
Facing the straightforward and straightforwardness of the immortal in the pot, Luo Sen was speechless for a moment.
The immortal in the pot didn't want Luo Sen to understand him at all.
"Don't you think the peace you think is pathological?" Rosen tried again: "Peace of other races is exchanged for bringing war to the human race.
The immortal in the Hu Zhong said lightly: "I heard similar theories tens of thousands of years ago, so save it."
Rosen gritted his teeth.
It is so difficult for an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years to shake his heart.
Rosen was silent.
The space fell into a dead silence.
The fairy in the pot closed her eyes, as if she was waiting for something.
He was so old that he seemed to die at any time.
But Rosen doesn't think he'll die.
Such an old monster even believes that the other party will never die.
Luo Sen didn't know what to do next, but he knew that he couldn't drag it on like this. The immortal in the pot must have a backup plan, but he couldn't leave and could find a reinforcement.
Another long silence.
Rosen sighed deeply.
His voice was circulating in the dead space, extremely obvious.
The immortal in the pot ignored him, and Rosen started to talk to himself.
"I also came to this world for no reason. For a long time, I had no sense of belonging and didn't know what I was working hard for."
"But later, for some reason, I gradually forgot that feeling."
"I have friends, subordinates, and people I like, and I realize that I have taken root in this world at some point."
"The vice president asked me a question."
"If one day the mainland encounters a crisis, will I be willing to stand up?"
"I said I would."
"I have a lot of things, and a lot of people need protection."
"I feel very lucky. If I wasted my time in confusion, I might gradually hate this world and become the kind of person I hate."
"It's really hard to be alone in a strange world."
Rosen said softly.
His voice was a little hoarse and contagious.
The immortal in the pot opened his eyes and looked at Luo Sen.
"You can change this world, but maybe you should really calm down and understand this world." Rosen said.
The immortal in the pot said slowly: "Can you be quieter?"
“…”
Rosen didn't expect that he would get such an answer.
"I have seen too many separations of life and death in tens of thousands of years. Your words have no effect on me. Don't do these stupid and nauseating things." The immortal in the pot said coldly.
Faced with such a person, all Rosen's language offensive seemed to have become a joke.
"I will definitely kill you." Luo Sen said in a deep voice.
The immortal in the pot continued to close his eyes.
No response.
Nothing can shake his heart.
None of God can do it.
As for Rosen? He may have "leisure and elegant" to say a few words to him now, but as long as he has the opportunity, he will definitely find a way to eradicate it.
Seeing this, Rosen had no choice but to sulk.
"Immortal in the pot, you bastard!"
"You coward."
"If you have the ability to open this place, we will fight!"
"You never have to want to succeed. The human race may be destroyed, but it will definitely not be destroyed in your hands."
"Did you hear it?"
"The demons are nothing."
"Your ten thousand years of layout will eventually fail."
Rosen shouted in the gap in time.
But there was no way to let the immortal in the pot open his eyes again.
Rosen was a little powerless.
What to do?
Time seems meaningless here, there is no night and day, no change at all, only eternal forbidden.
After all, Rosen was tired of scolding, so he shut up.
He began to become anxious.
The immortal in the pot was obviously waiting for something.
If he waited for what he was waiting for, he would definitely be finished.
The feeling of anxiety was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, eroding his thoughts and brain, like countless ants biting their bodies, feeling extremely uncomfortable and wishing they could die immediately.
But at this moment, Rosen suddenly thought of something.
Will it be...
Is the immortal in the pot waiting for himself to die?
When he thought of this, he felt cold all over his body.
Time here has no meaning, so there should be no so-called physical death.
But once the spirit collapses, even if the body is perfect, it will be useless.
Perhaps, he was waiting for his mental breakdown.
"Are you waiting for me to die?" Rosen asked suddenly.
The immortal in the pot didn't answer, and he ignored Luo Sen for a moment.
After figuring this out, Rosen is no longer anxious anyway.
At least the other party has no real backup.
Then drag it.
Hard drag!
Rosen took a deep breath.
Come on, then let’s compete with who can withstand it!
Anyway, if there is nothing to do, then I will understand the law.
Luo Sen made a decision and began to understand the laws.
The laws of devouring and destruction have already mastered the Tao.