Yi Rong can only watch a little longer, or watch a little longer.
It seems that as long as he does this, he can completely remember the face of Bo Shuo in his heart.
It seems that someone held his hand like this at the beginning and taught him to recognize his appearance bit by bit.
But reality and Dreamscape are always separated. No matter how beautiful Dreamscape is, once it returns to reality, it will only leave a void.
Yi Rong tried to find traces of that person in reality, but still found nothing.
It's like that person never existed.
Wait, search.
Everything told Yi Rong that he needed to wait. He had to wait for the arrival of that person in this false world.
But Yi Rong has waited too long.
He is like the devil in a bottle in a fairy tale.
In the first hundred years, he hoped that someone would open the bottle. If someone could save him, he would promise him anything.
In the two hundredth year, if someone comes to save him, Yi Rong will still be kind to him.
As time went by, the original obedience and joy gradually cooled down, and finally turned into strong evil desires over the endless years.
Those viscous and indescribable emotions are like pus, which will be completely burst by the slightest touch.
And now.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the person who could touch the wound finally came.
Unfortunately it's too late.
"I don't want to just see you anymore, I want you to stay with me forever, sir."
Youthful Yi Rong no longer deliberately pretended to be weak and frail. His figure was getting taller and taller little by little. His originally pale face was deliberately kept in a sudden state.
The originally childish face gradually matured and became closer to the adult body of Yi Rong, except that the hair color and eye color were completely different.
At this moment, the gaze from heaven has reached an unscrupulous level.
The collapse speed of the entire world is increasing rapidly, and only a few clicking sounds are heard.
Countless Black Mist poured in from the outside space, and then wrapped tightly around Bo Shuo, as if confirming the words of his master, wrapping all Bo Shuo in it.
I want to keep him completely.
It's not the kind that stays at the end of life as Bo Shuo said before, but stays that is integrated into the bones and blood and completely unable to leave.
Bo Shuo finally realized something was wrong.
He looked at the young man in front of him, and the awkward feeling he originally felt was infinitely magnified at this moment.
When Bo Shuo saw Yi Rong before, he was able to confirm that Yi Rong was Spore Yi Rong, but it was not completely correct. However, Bo Shuo couldn't tell what was wrong, but at this moment, he recalled what Yi Rong said before.
An idea suddenly flashed through my mind.
What if the Yi Rong in front of you is not the little Yi Rong, but Da Yi Rong.
Of course, this Da Yi Rong does not refer to God Yi Rong, but to the adult Spore Yi Rong, or even Yi Rong who has been here for several years.
Yi Rong trapped in Memory Fragment and constantly circulating.
This is extremely possible. After all, as a child, no matter what, you should not behave like this.
Bo Shuo's heart sank slightly, and he began to inevitably recall the previous interactions.
The more I think about this idea, the more certain I become. This Memory Fragment has developed into a small space, and it is not very strange to be able to flow time on its own.
But Bo Shuo now wants to know how long the Youthful Yi Rong in front of him has been here.
God's time in this space is completely different from that outside. It may last for a day outside, but it may last for several years inside, or even longer.
Bo Shuo dare not imagine how extreme he would become if he were trapped in this place alone and could never find an exit or exit.
Bo Shuo took a deep breath and tried to face Youthful Yi Rong as calmly as possible. Fighting now would undoubtedly be the most inferior thing to do.
No matter who loses or wins, the entire space will collapse first, and Spore Yi Rong in this Memory Fragment will die first.
Unless it reaches the point of no return, Bo Shuo will take action first.
Black Haired Youth stands in the center of the broken world. He is obviously a prisoner who is imprisoned, but now he is not in any embarrassment, as if he has been invited as a guest.
But now it is the master who has begun to tear up the contract first.
"Be obedient."
Bo Shuo said softly, he made no move to fight back, as if he was sure that Yi Rong would not hurt him.
Just like countless times before.
For the two of them, right and wrong are no longer important.
Just as Bo Shuo said these words, Black Mist, who originally wanted to completely imprison the young man, paused slowly, seeming to reflect what the young man said.
Then there were signs of temporary subsidence.
"He has been waiting for you for tens of thousands of years, but he is willing to leave you a heart."
God Yi Rong's words seemed to come back to his ears, but this time they seemed to be more immersive than before.