Bo Shuo returned to that old castle.
But this time I was not forced to come here voluntarily.
Yes, Bo Shuo did not choose to cooperate with either God of Truth or World Consciousness.
No matter which one he chooses, it will be the worst situation for him. Both parties will not treat him as a complete person from the beginning.
Bo Shuo doesn't think that if he really surrenders to one side, he will get a good ending.
In the end, it's just a waste of time and effort.
But working with Yi Rong is different.
Compared to other beings, Bo Shuo is obviously more familiar with Yi Rong.
Moreover, he also has clues and handles that can contain Yi Rong.
Bo Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed.
Love?
A word that sounds absurd and quite unbelievable.
But no matter what, he had already come this far, and it was impossible for him to retreat.
Bo Shuo took a deep breath, and then slowly walked towards the inside of the castle.
The door of the castle slowly opened inside the moment he stepped forward, as if to welcome him in.
The moment the door opened, countless Black Mist rushed out from inside and gradually wrapped around Bo Shuo's body. They were like conscious living creatures, scratching crazily on Bo Shuo's skin outside, as if trying to take away a piece of flesh.
Bo Shuo stared at the mist for a few seconds, and his previous doubts were quickly answered.
Why do these Demigod or god-level derivatives have an unusual attitude towards him?
So that's it.
Haha.
Bo Shuo wanted to laugh, but couldn't squeeze out a word from his throat, and the curve of his lips gradually became colder.
He raised his hand to disperse the Black Mist surrounding him, and then slowly walked into the open door.
Someone was already sitting on the long table not far away.
Silver White color long curly hair, golden eyes, pale and handsome appearance.
He sat quietly at the end of the long table, waiting patiently for Bo Shuo to appear.
The surrounding Black Mist Fang Yong made her skin even paler, with a gorgeous gilt color without blood. Her eyes looked at him calmly, as if there was no unpleasantness between the two of them at all.
But Bo Shuo knew that this was just an illusion. The other party obviously hated him deeply, and even this meeting was full of calculations and trade-offs.
But it doesn't matter. At this point, everything can be changed.
Bo Shuo actually feels that the Da Yi Rong in front of him is easier to use than the previous Youthful Yi Rong.
With emotions comes weaknesses. Whether the emotion is anger, jealousy, disgust, or fear, as long as there is a weakness, it can be controlled.
"I didn't expect that spore to be willing to be killed by you."
Finally there is the Silver Haired God opening opposite the long table.
Bo Shuo ignored his words, walked directly to the chair opposite the long table, pulled out the chair, and sat down.
His posture was not very neat, with his feet together, he didn't look like the person being questioned, but rather like a visiting gentleman.
Bo Shuo leaned back slightly, leaning half of his body weight on the back of the chair, and raised his eyebrows to look at Silver Haired God opposite.
"Let's talk about something serious?"
The young man's posture is undoubtedly extremely relaxed, half of his face is in the dim place, and his deep purple eyes are outside, like a dazzling gem.
There was no fear as Yi Rong imagined, and Negative Emotions was stingy with even a little bit of feedback, as if all the bad things between them before had disappeared without a trace and had never happened.
Too bold.
Yi Rong thought casually, his golden eyes darkening for no reason.
"I'm surprised that you agreed to come and see me."
Yi Rong's tone could not tell the difference between happiness and anger. Then he got down from the chair, and in an instant, the distance between the two of them was only half a meter away.
"Want me to help you recall what you did?"
This sentence suddenly darkened, as if the superficial disguise had been torn apart, revealing Blood and Flesh's fuzzy interior.
Bo Shuo remained calm, his palms were slightly sweaty. Naturally, he was not as relaxed as he appeared. Regarding this Game of Wits, no matter how many mental assumptions he made, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he was actually in front of the real owner.
But the further he got to this point, the more Bo Shuo felt extra calm, and even evaluated his own state with great interest.
He is like a spring, always showing unexpected resistance to pressure at critical moments.
Silver Haired God's sense of oppression was too strong, and the Black Mist around him kept seeping in to the side, as if it had taken away all Bo Shuo's breathing and sight in an instant, leaving only an uncomfortable blackness.
Bo Shuo remained calm. Even if he was deprived of his vision, he did not panic at all. He used his hearing to identify the direction. The sound of clothes rubbing against his ears seemed to be heard, and the sound of chains colliding was getting closer and closer to him.
Finally it hovered in front of him.