Bo Chunzhang doesn't pronounce Bo Shuo's name.
She knew that as long as she pronounced this name, Bo Shuo elsewhere would be able to hear her.
But before, Bo Chunzhang had gone to Bo Shuo and got the answer.
How could she bear to let Bo Shuo fall into emotions again.
This is ultimately a mistake.
But who is at fault?
It seemed that no one was wrong, but it ended up like this after all.
Bo Chunzhang couldn't help but feel every trace of hatred towards World Consciousness.
But with this thought, her face became paler, and she even held her hand against the wall and vomited a mouthful of blood.
The pale walls were stained with scarlet.
The blood stains on the wall looked particularly shocking.
Bo Chunzhang raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips expressionlessly, then found a clean chair and slowly sat down.
As a derivative of World Consciousness, she naturally cannot disobey World Consciousness in the slightest.
Even if you can't even raise that kind of thought, otherwise the consequences of waiting for Bo Chunzhang will be death.
Perhaps even more miserable than those humans who died due to disasters.
But Bo Chunzhang was still unwilling to give in, and she couldn't help but feel resentful.
I don't know whether I'm blaming World Consciousness or myself.
"It would be nice if I really didn't exist."
The girl's head slowly lowered, landing under her elbows, her hair hanging loosely.
A high-sequence Deity appears like a bewildered child at this moment.
A child who suffered from extreme low self-esteem and self-loathing.
At this moment, a tissue slowly fell in front of the girl.
The white fingers with sharp bones held the tissue and slowly stuffed it into the girl's hanging palm with a gentle but indisputable force.
The man slowly knelt down, raised his hand and touched the girl's soft hair, as if he were touching an extremely fragile treasure.
The girl's whole body suddenly stiffened. She didn't move at all. Her whole body was like a frozen ice sculpture, and the tissue was stuffed into the palm of her hand.
The familiar cedar breath slowly penetrates into the internal organs along the nasal cavity, like a dying person grasping the last life-saving straw.
The girl's shoulders also trembled slightly, obviously this was a mimicry.
Obviously this is just a mimicry.
Bo Chunzhang was still shaking uncontrollably, not only his body, but also his heart.
The girl slowly raised her hand, and the hand holding the tissue was slowly exerting force, as if she was revealing the answer to the riddle.
Little by little, little by little.
Shou Dao The familiar face of the young man fell into his sight, and Bo Chunzhang's brain suddenly went blank.
Bo Chunzhang shouted the name he had shouted countless times with red eyes.
"Bo Shuo."
What responded to her was the hand slowly rubbing on the top of her head, with an irresistible warmth, as if she was telling another possibility that Bo Chunzhang had never dared to think of before.
"Yeah, I'm here."
Bo Shuo responded to Bo Chunzhang's words, as if he noticed her panic, and promised with a smile:
"I'll be there for every song."
Bo Shuo had a dream.
Deity cannot dream. Perhaps this is not a dream, but Memory Fragment that surges repeatedly in his heart.
Bo Shuo is back to Orphanage, but this time, from the perspective of a bystander.
I could have broken this Dreamscape immediately, but maybe because I thought it was interesting, Bo Shuo let myself indulge.
"Who are you?"
The gloomy and thin young man stood in the dark corner of Solitary Room, looking at him with a pair of dark eyes, and the words he spoke were cold and stiff.
The boy looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, and there was almost no meat left on his body due to malnutrition.
Bo Shuo didn't expect that the young man in front of him would discover his existence. After all, just now, he went to hang out in front of other people, but no one noticed his presence.
But this is normal, this is just Memory Fragment, but Bo Shuo did not expect that there are people in Memory Fragment who can have their own thoughts.
You can even be aware of your own existence.
Bo Shuo looked at the familiar boy in front of him and read the familiar name in his heart.
Yi Rong.
Maybe this is not a simple Memory Fragment, maybe it is the incomplete will left by Spore Yi Rong.
This is also very likely the reason why Bo Shuo is dreaming now.
Perhaps Bo Shuo didn't speak for a long time, which made the young man a little wary. He seemed to be very wary of people. He took two steps back and leaned against the wall, and asked again:
"Who are you?"
This time Bo Shuo answered him.
"You can treat me like a tourist."
Youthful Yi Rong frowned slightly, a little confused:
"Tourist?"
The young man looked at him, smiled, nodded and affirmed. "Yes, tourist."
After these words, the young man received Youthful Yi Rong's long-term and inquiring attention.
Bo Shuo let Youthful Yi Rong look at him, and even opened his hands cooperatively to let Yi Rong look him up and down.
The young man's current image is very mysterious. He is wearing a black robe and a tail cap. His face is shrouded in Black Mist, and no facial features can be seen.