The Silver Haired God lowered His head, not struggling, instead staring at the youth who spoke such presumptuous words with a gaze bordering on judgment.
The youth's slender, upturned eyes drooped slightly, the faint tear mole at the corner of his eye strikingly vivid, softening the indifferent aura around him, yet adding a sharper, more aggressive edge.
He seemed entirely unaware of what earth-shattering words he had just uttered.
These words completely dragged the high and mighty Deity into this distorted, deformed relationship.
And even audaciously described himself as the controller of this relationship.
Truly... courting death.
After taking hold of His hand, the youth did not let go, instead casually pressing a faint kiss upon His fingertips, carrying a lingering warmth that felt close to scalding a person.
Those deep purple eyes held undisguised, heavy malice; he chuckled softly, and amidst the Silver Haired God's obscure and unfathomable gaze, he nonchalantly laid down the final definition.
"As you can see, the relationship between us differs from ordinary partners, so in this relationship..."
"You should call me master."
"..."
(Emotion Points from Unknown Existence +10,000,000+...)
The Emotion Points surged wildly.
It was obvious that these words dealt a powerful shock to the Silver Haired God.
Bo Shuo admitted that his words were entirely sophistry and distorted concepts, even carrying a profound malice.
Damn it, why should he suffer such humiliation and oppression?
Why should he walk on eggshells and re-experience a life-or-threatening scenario?
Why should he be treated as reserve rations by this thing before him that could not even be considered human?
Why?
Excessive anger, fear, and resentment churned in Bo Shuo's chest, waiting only for an opening to vent completely.
Since things had already reached this point, if they were going to do it, they might as well