"Click."
It seemed like the sound of breaking glass. In the dead silence, more and more Golden Eyes opened at this moment.
It was as if the whole world was covered in an instant.
Just looking at it gives me goosebumps.
But the more this is the case, the more accurate the young man's speech seems to be. This is not so much a sudden anger.
Bo Shuo prefers to call it a state of embarrassment and anger that tends to be exposed.
Yes.
When Bo Shuo cooperated with God Yi Rong, there was such a reason.
Faced with the reality that the disparity in strength is like a huge chasm, every little thing Bargaining Chip will become Bo Shuo's hope for survival.
Even if it's just a spore of love.
Bo Shuo has been gambling from the beginning, just like he has done countless times before, betting his life on the gambling table.
He was betting on the escape route Spore Yi Rong left for him, and he was betting on how much the "love" God of Truth said would weigh.
This little bit of Bargaining Chip starts to grow like a snowball among countless Game of Wits.
Shou Dao has now completely reached its peak.
The clues he had tried out before were all established one by one.
Spores make up the majority of Yi Rong's soul.
The two of them are not so-called separable individuals.
They are one.
So Yi Rong loves him.
This is also the last guarantee left by Spore Yi Rong to Bo Shuo.
Haha.
It's so ridiculous that Bo Shuo almost wants to bend over when laughing. It's so happy that it's best to even burst into tears.
But Bo Shuo didn't move, maybe because this body was on the verge of collapse, or maybe his mimicry was too slow to perceive emotions.
The young man just kept his smile on the surface and seemed to be at ease.
"It's so interesting."
Bo Shuo raised his head slightly, revealing his superior and handsome face. The curvature of his lips remained unchanged. The next moment, he raised his hand and grasped Deity's long silver hair.
Just like when I picked up a rose before, I curled my fingertips, and a hint of coldness began to spread along the place of contact.
The young man lowered his head and sniffed the satin-like silver hair on his fingertips, as if sniffing a blooming rose.
For some unknown reason, Silver Haired God did not dodge this action. It was obvious to him that the young man's action was extremely slow. Even before he raised his hand, he was able to sense and avoid it.
But whatever the reason.
Yi Rong made no move, instead letting Bo Shuo roll up a strand of his silver hair.
Just like it was ridiculous when He chose to continue using the name Yi Rong.
Yi Rong frowned slightly, and subconsciously raised his hand to press his chest. He could still feel his own simulated heartbeat, beat by beat, with a regular rhythm.
It was obviously no different from before, but it was just like before, with a sense of absurdity, so absurd that he could even feel the heartbeat of this body getting stronger.
It seemed like his chest would be shattered in the next second.
The memories that He had deliberately suppressed at the bottom began to replay and tumble endlessly. This time, even if Yi Rong wanted to forcefully forget all those things, they still forcefully occupied the entire brain.
Bit by bit, like a slow movie replay.
'love'.
This even more ridiculous word was used by the young man on himself. For a moment, Yi Rong didn't know whether to laugh at Bo Shuo's whims or to kill this bold blasphemer first.
But in the end, Yi Rong did nothing. Instead, with an attitude that was almost conniving, he allowed the young man to approach Him, touch Him, and provoke Him.
Bo Shuo is right.
Spore Yi Rong is of course not just a small part of Him. In order to snatch Real World's authority and for Dimension Ascension, it is not safe to cut off a small part to use as spores.
'Spore Yi Rong' is the cut of most of his soul.
That's why this strange and useless emotion can completely affect Him at this moment.
It made him feel extremely disgusted.
This also meant that Yi Rong could not accept the young man's reckless provocation. He slowly lowered his head and stared at the young man with his gilded eyes that were more brilliant than any gems and jewelry. In a daze, he had the illusion of being stared at by a large beast.
It seemed as if it would explode in the next second, bite his throat with force, suck out all his blood, chew up his bones and blood, and trample his whole body into a pile of mud.
The extreme sense of danger made the atmosphere between the two even more tense, as if the next second, the two would start a life-and-death struggle here.
But this subtle atmosphere still maintained. No one made a move first. Both of them were waiting and watching, waiting for the other party to reveal some flaws and kill them with one blow.
To a certain extent, the two have similar personalities, and both can be said to be excellent hunters.
"Do you think I really don't dare to kill you?"
"You can try."
Faced with this rough threat, the young man did not panic at all. He even stretched his western limbs leisurely, completely exposing his neck to the air, and slowly retracted his slender fingertips from the cold hair.