Black Haired Youth's movements stopped.
He maintained the forward leaning movement, and his long black hair moved forward along with this movement. His entire face was covered by it, his fingers were slightly raised, and the cold white knuckles almost glowed in the dim environment.
The soft feeling of hair seems to still remain in my hands.
Obviously the offline situation is not favorable to him, and is even extremely dangerous.
But the excitement and joy in my heart rose like a vine.
His heart was beating violently unconsciously, as if that beat was echoing in his ears, a stronger heartbeat.
"Haha."
The jet-black hair swayed slightly, falling on the windbreaker. It was gradually unclear whether it was his hair that was shaking or his whole back that was trembling.
Silver Haired God watched this scene, his originally calm expression slightly paused.
He is puzzled.
He seemed to have never understood the young man in front of him.
He has always been disdainful of a song, thinking that the one who was put into Real World Spore was ignorant of good and evil.
Ridiculously stupid.
Since He gave up his mission and indulged in the gentle land because of the hypocrisy of a human being.
I suffered repeatedly from the death instinct and suffered constant torture, but I still persisted in being a human being.
A person with two feet, two hands, a torso, a head... a person with two eyes, a nose, a mouth, and two ears.
Yi Rong That little bit of Memory Fragment is obviously extremely small in His long River of Time, but at this moment, every word is clear.
Just a human wish.
Are you going to abandon your instincts just to be a human being?
That's ridiculous.
Silver Haired God stared at this little bit of Memory Fragment, then waved it away and slowly pressed it to the deepest point, as if discarding an insignificant piece of garbage.
His expression didn't seem to change at all, but the aura around him gradually darkened, and the desire for destruction surging in his heart came over like a stormy wave.
He clicked his finger.
Then he looked at the cold white neck of the young man. There was a layer of light cyan blood vessels attached to it. It was so fragile that as long as the blade of the knife was gently slid upward, the sweet blood would flow out along the blade and dye the entire knife red.
Yi Rong could hardly control it. He wanted to grab it and then cut it off with force.
But He can't.
At least not yet.
Yi Rong is not a God who acts recklessly, on the contrary, He is extremely restrained.
In order to achieve his goals, He will do whatever it takes.
Now he is just putting up with a human being that he finds disgusting.
Yi Rong Suppressed the murderous intention in his heart, he did not stop the young man's sudden action, but allowed him to do it.
The young man's laughter stopped suddenly, and it seemed even more creepy in this silent and empty environment.
"I'm Bet Right."
The young man slowly raised his head, his dark hair pulled back, and his cold and handsome face looked at Silver Haired God.
There was no smile in those narrow eyes at the moment, and the red mole at the end of the eye fell on the cold white skin, making it even more dazzling.
The young man slowly got down from the chair, not at all afraid of Deity.
His posture is wanton and elegant, and he also appears to be particularly unafraid of death.
Silver Haired God sat on the chair again, folded his hands unconsciously, frowned slightly, and felt that the smell of cedar in the air seemed to be stronger.
This made him feel slightly uncomfortable.
The young man took the initiative to come to him, not too far away but not too close. The ends of his eyes were a little red, as if mixed with extreme excitement and joy.
"Sure enough, I am Bet Right."
The young man smiled and said, "Even if it is a spore, it is a part of you that has been separated. It is still you."
"If I guess correctly, you love me."
Bo Shuo hit on the word love. His words were too ambiguous and made people think of Pian Nian. However, the tense scene now broke the atmosphere abruptly.
Instead, it made the two of them look like life-and-death enemies.
But they can be regarded as life-and-death enemies.
Bo Shuo knows that he is dancing on the tightrope and will fall into the boundless abyss if he is not careful.
No bones remain.
Maybe it's worse.
He will be tortured over and over again, even if he is cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, it is not an exaggeration.
After all, the one he offended now was Deity.
But the more this happened, the more excited Bo Shuo became.
The adrenaline seemed to be rising continuously, and the murderous intention in his heart was also constantly surging.
Of course he knew that the other party wanted to kill him, and coincidentally, Bo Shuo was also thinking it over and over again in his heart.
Yes, he wanted to kill the gods.
Bo Shuo I've had enough of this scene where people are fighting for their own good.
If you can survive.
Bo Shuo The smile on his lips deepened, but his eyes were so cold that the smile did not reach his eyes.
The aura around him was cold and oppressive, as if he was suffocating.
If he can survive.
He will not let go of any of those who bully him, humiliate him, plot against him, or threaten him.
"..."
Bo Shuo After saying those words, the entire castle fell into silence.