Sitting opposite each other, siping red wine, looking at the handsome face of the little man opposite, he was randomly looking for topics: "I... went to watch "Suicide Squad" last night."

The whole family went together, which is not suitable for saying.

The opposite asked: "How do you feel?"

"It's great. Those who buy tickets have started queuing up. This time I will definitely make a big deal. Congratulations."

"Thank you," Simon smiled, looking at the woman opposite him who became more and more beautiful: "You are beautiful again recently."

"How do you like it?"

"certainly."

"At my age, it's very hard to maintain, but it still takes up your limit. If the maintenance project of the club in the Upper East District is not free, I can't afford it."

"Actually, I've been wondering recently whether to invest in researching technologies such as immortality, at least it can make people live forever."

"I know this. Many people in high positions like to do this, but it seems that no one has succeeded yet. There are many people who died accidentally."

"That was the past. In ancient times, people had too little knowledge of deep biological knowledge and could only pursue immortality by taking a detour, and they would naturally fail. Now, we can already understand the origin of life from the genetic level, so we have the opportunity to fundamentally make changes."

"I don't know if I can wait until that day."

"From now on, investing regardless of cost, I think there should be results in twenty or thirty years."

"Thirty years," Grace touched her still shiny face with some melancholy: "I think it's better to die at that time."

Simon smiled and said, "Maybe he can be rejuvenated."

"I'm lying to the little girl, everything is rising and falling. Maybe you can delay this process infinitely, but it will inevitably be irreversible, just like time," Grace asked again, "Are you afraid of death?"

"Not afraid, I'm over 500 years old. I've lived so long than you, and it's not a loss to die immediately."

"You're talking nonsense again."

"Do you think I'm talking nonsense?"

Grace carefully looked at Simon's expression for a moment, shook her head and said, "I can't argue."

"It seems that some women have this instinct, or should be called the sixth sense, which can easily tell whether others are lying."
Chapter completed!