Everyone looked at the young man standing not far away with hopeful eyes.
Only Bo Shuo can check and balance this madman, only Bo Shuo can save them from the fire and water.
However, such a dramatic development seemed to amuse Xi Guici.
He applauded, as if he was Audience who had watched an excellent performance, but the peach blossom eyes behind the lenses revealed indifference.
He asked Bo Shuo hypocritically, "Does Mr. Bo want to rescue them?"
Before Bo Shuo could answer, he spoke the next sentence on his own, his voice was scornful and full of malice,
"If Mr. Bo wants them to live, I will let them go."
His words had a hint of concession, but in fact, they were more sarcastic, not for Bo Shuo, but for these idiots who couldn't see the reality clearly and had no brains.
Xi Guici's eyes slowly swept over the candidates, with a faint smile on his lips.
Idiot.
Why do these idiots think Mr. Bo will save them?
But soon, Xi Guici cast his gaze on Bo Shuo. The light-colored eyes reflected the young man's figure, as if he could only see him with concentration.
As he expected, the young man he was staring at did not follow his words and uttered only a few words of defense for this group of people. Instead, he showed a look of boredom.
It's very faint, but Xi Guici noticed it.
"Too mean."
This sentence was so small that Xi Guici almost thought he heard it wrong. He paused for a moment, but still agreed, "Yes, these people are a bunch of low-grade and dirty people."
His words were interrupted.
"I'm talking about you."
The young man raised his eyelids, and his deep purple eyes looked particularly arrogant and cold under the light. He commented calmly. "Both your behavior and your works are as childish as a child playing house and playing in a pit with mud."
What he said was so sharp that even Xi Guici, who was used to hiding his emotions, was stunned for a while.
Having someone suddenly slander your actions and works is just what you have done in the past.
Xi Guici will probably make that person's death miserable.
But now it is Bo Shuo who is saying this.
The murderous intention in his heart gradually faded, but Xi Guici still couldn't help but feel a layer of anger. He stared at the young man. "Mr. Bo, what do you mean by this?"
As this question came to light, the sense of crisis in the air suddenly rose.
Bo Shuo certainly knows the consequences of saying this, but as said before, no one in the world understands madmen better than him.
Although he is still a normal person now.
But Bo Shuo can still firmly hit the line, and then go crazy in the safe marked part to find a chance to survive.
"What do you mean?" Bo Shuo paused, not caring about Xi Guici's anger, "Literally."
His critical and disgusting eyes swept over the surrounding caves where Blood and Flesh was flying, "Only dirty, disgusting, and barbaric monsters regard all this as 'art'."
The young man chuckled and looked back calmly without evading.
"As I said before, if it's just 'art' of this level, there's no need to show it to embarrass people."
The smile on Xi Guici's lips turned cold, and her passionate peach blossom eyes fell on Bo Shuo, with a soft voice, "Then what does Mr. Bo think I should do?"
His gaze was extremely oppressive, like a cold poisonous snake wrapped around his neck, ready to bite him in the next second.
If ordinary people encountered this kind of oppression, not only would they be sweating on the ground, but at least they would be frightened and helpless.
But unfortunately, Bo Shuo has long been desensitized to this kind of disease.
Bo Shuo's expression did not change, but instead gave an unexpected order to Xi Guici, "Let them go."
"..."
Xi Guici squinted his eyes, almost thinking he heard wrongly.
"Let them go?"
As if he didn't realize what nonsense he was saying, the young man nodded coldly. His fair skin was even more distant and cold against the background of his black hair.
There is absolutely no trace of the person who said such a thing.
"Ha." Xi Guici said expressionlessly, "Mr. Bo, as far as I know, you are not that kind of 'good person'."
He emphasized the word "good person" and did not miss any reaction on the young man's face.
"Just one sentence."
The young man seemed to have lost patience with this confrontation, and there was a trace of impatience on his brows. A cold light flashed under his cold white finger bones, with an extremely strong sense of danger. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Xi Guici lightly, "Let it go, or not."
His tone was too strong, not a tone of discussion at all, or a condescending informing and ordering.
He never has any intention of giving in. Once you disobey, he will forcefully suppress you, and then use blood and Martial Force to annihilate all disobedience.
Completely like a dictatorial tyrant.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
The original warmth was completely torn apart by such sharp dialogue.
It seemed that in the next second the two men were fighting each other.
The confrontation between the two was naturally witnessed by the candidate White Faction who was tied to the altar.
They almost held their breath, not daring to make a single sound, for fear that Xi Guici, whose attention had been diverted, would notice them.