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Chapter 1250: "The Creator's Tea Party"

The house was filled with the aroma of desserts, wisteria was swaying, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Si Que tapped the table with his fingers, 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 were still on the book in his hand, but Su Mingan sensed that Si Que's attention was no longer on the pages. He was waiting for Su Mingan to ask questions.

"The first question." Su Mingan pondered for a while.

He had many questions, such as what Si Que had done before, why Si Que disappeared... But he knew that although he seemed to know everything in this tea party, Si Que was actually the one in control of this question-and-answer game. Whenever he encountered a question he didn't want to answer, Si Que could end the conversation at any time.

To keep 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 Luowasha, and almost everyone misses you."

Si Que was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Su Ming'an to ask such a question. It seemed wrong, but it also seemed like there was nothing wrong.

He closed the book, clasped his hands together, and rested his chin on them:

"【yes.】"

Si Que lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he was interested: "Then I will also treat you with courtesy and ask you a question that everyone knows."

He was very polite and had no intention of deliberately making things difficult for Su Mingan.

Su Mingan took a sip of the black tea that Si Que had poured. The black tea in his dream had a special fragrance, mixed with a thick, dreamy, soft taste and the refreshing floral fragrance of wisteria. Rather than being a black tea, it was more like a flower drink, which was unforgettable after one sip.

"My question is." Si Que took a sip of tea:
"——You are the most popular person in the world game, and everyone knows that you like white hair."

Su Mingan: “…”

He showed a complicated expression similar to that of Si Que just now, which could be described as "looking embarrassed".

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 otherwise, the host will end this tea party and this wonderful dream. I think... you don't want to wake yourself up either."

"【yes.】"

After saying this, Su Mingan tactically drank his tea and looked back at Si Que warily. Anyway, Si Que was asking about everyone's opinion, not Su Mingan's.

Si Que took a sip of red tea and leaned back comfortably on the exquisite carved chair. His purple hair flowed down, almost covering the raised relief on the back of the chair, with only a pair of magpies standing on his shoulders.

"Second question." Su Mingan asked tentatively:
"——Si Que, have those people who are chasing you now ever hurt you before?"

"Yes." Si Que replied very quickly and lightly, his eyes and eyebrows full of sunshine:
"——Mr. Lighthouse, most of the people who admire you now have ridiculed you, distrusted you, attacked you, and insulted you in the past?"

Su Mingan understood that Si Que's questions were completely mirror-like. Si Que's questions were as profound as Su Mingan's.

"Yes." Su Mingan then asked:
"——Si Que, what you did before was that you constructed the script for the Dragon Emperor and the others, causing them to suffer. So now they want to snatch you back and rewrite the tragedy?"

Si Que relaxed his brows helplessly, as if he was in distress: "...You asked so many questions in one breath, the sentence was so long, but there was only one question mark, you are playing tricks, 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's expression was still distracted, leaning back on the carved chair: "Then what should I do... or should I leave the dream?"

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

This was the most casual original that Su Mingan had ever seen. It was even hard to call it original. He could not see any similarities between himself and Si Que.

The steam from the red tea dispersed the 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, but you have already deduced it to this point... Very good."

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

Luo Vasa's information is very open and transparent, few people hide it, and the reasoning is basically positive.

As the strongest creator, Si Que was able to irritate several emperors, most likely because 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 déjà vu or reincarnation? And everything you do may be to rewrite the tragedy."

Su Mingan's pupils shrank slightly.

He glanced at Si Que, whose expression remained calm, as if he had just said something insignificant.

"Yes." Su Mingan replied.

He does have similar feelings occasionally, especially déjà vu, but normal people also have déjà vu occasionally, so it cannot be used to determine anything.

"Fourth question." Su Ming'an calmed down his tone and tried to keep the tea party peaceful:

"——Your disappearance was caused by being 'killed' or 'eaten'."

People said that after the Supreme Lord Tosorius summoned Si Que, Si Que disappeared, so people believed that Tosorius hated Si Que's talent and killed him.

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 running out." Si Que yawned, "You'd better find some interesting questions."

He tapped the table with his fingers: "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, not knowing whether Si Que spoke casually or had planned it in advance. This tea party in the dream was under the gaze of hundreds of millions of viewers and the organizers.

"..."

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 about his own thoughts, he seemed to be able to die, but it didn't seem good either.

But Si Que said nothing.

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

"——You were the one who directed me to possess Su Liujin." Su Mingan asked.

"Yes."

……

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

"Yes."

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"--The reason why Hui Bai cannot be written into the story is because he once did something that disobeyed the World Tree, and the World Tree doesn't like him?" Su Mingan asked.

"Yes."

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

"no."

……

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

"Yes."

……

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

"……no."

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"——Am I on the right track 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 gave the first answer he didn't know the answer to.

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

Su Mingan had noticed from the beginning that Si Que had gradually started to ask some inexplicable questions, and the questions were not very important. Could this mean that... the questions Su Mingan had just asked were not very important either?

After holding it in for a long time, Su Mingan managed to say, "I don't know."

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

Si Que looked at him mysteriously for a while, said "oh", and opened the book on his lap 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 just tell him the clues and insisted on playing such a turtle soup game. It might be because... Si Que thought it was fun.

Just fun.

Si Que is so casual, maybe just to collect inspiration, maybe just to experience life. As long as Si Que has a flash of inspiration in his mind 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 might be even more terrifying than Xiao Ying.

Xiao Ying does extreme sports, jumps from heights, and shoots himself to experience death, but Si Que doesn't even need to focus on death - he focuses on anything interesting. An artist's inspiration is priceless, so what does a mere death mean?

He took all the joys and pains he experienced as inspiration.

Even if he experienced the pain of having his heart pierced, the only thought that flashed through his mind was “I should remember this pain so that I can use it to describe the death of a character more realistically.” Even if he felt deep love, his first reaction was “I can write it into the story.” He analyzed the logic of this feeling extremely rationally and broke it down into usable words, rather than feeling the emotion of being loved.

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

Su Mingan recalled the scene where Si Que held his head and laughed... Perhaps, when Si Que really turned into a yandere and showed his madness without any scruples, that was when he was completely broken.

"I'm a little sleepy. You can ask two more questions, one is interesting and the other is boring." Si Que held up his chin and said, "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 find it interesting?

After Su Mingan considered it, he said:

"——You really like the sight of yourself being eaten?"

Everyone 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 the 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 knew that Su Liujin was a Turritopsis immortalus, and he really had no way to appreciate her.

……alright.

The last question.

Su Mingan did not ask very nitpicking questions, after all, he and Si Que were on the same side. Whether to give information or not, the initiative was entirely in Si Que's hands. Su Mingan did not need to scheme to get information out of Si Que, as long as Si Que had a good impression of him.

"I want to ask..." Su Mingan asked:
"——Are you, Tosolius, the World Tree, and the Outsider Civilization in a four-way conflict?"

Camp is the biggest focus.

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

"Wow." Si Que smiled. "You asked a very crucial question."

He put down the porcelain cup in his hand. The black tea in the cup was gone, and only four sugar cubes were left that had not melted. He actually liked to add sugar cubes to his tea.

"Unfortunately the answer is no." Si Que smiled.

...Isn't that right?

Su Mingan lowered his eyes and thought. Anyway, today's information was already a lot.

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

Si Que raised his hand and pulled the green vine hanging from the ceiling. It was like turning on a light. The sunlight outside the window dimmed and was replaced by moonlight.

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

The green leaves rustled, and the purple-gold porcelain plate looked like a dancer leaving the stage, slowly walking away holding the hem of her gauze skirt.

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

Before he could say anything, he felt everything in front of him turn into colorful mist and fade away hazily...

Then, Si Que's voice came:

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

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

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

……

The morning light shines, and the floating light sparkles with gold.

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

The golden sunlight poured down the window sill and reflected into his hazy eyes. He rubbed his eyes. This dream was not too long. He felt relaxed, as if the aftertaste of wisteria tea still lingered.

However, a dream is still a dream. When a 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 magpie holding a feather pen, lay quietly beside his fingers. On the back was a line of small words written diagonally:

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[I look 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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