don't tease people

The god watched Zhou Bo quietly.

A green-gold mask, loose black long hair, and water-colored clothes without a trace of pattern.Standing there motionless, like a delicate doll.

It's a pity that he is used to tricking others with sweet words.

It might be a bit more difficult to confuse the gods.

Zhou Bo thought in his heart.

Sure enough, the god is still cold and cold: "Can you give up everything if you are cowardly huddled in your own mind?"

Zhou Bo raised his eyebrows and collected his rambling thoughts.

The world around him instantly became a cloud of fog.

God didn't respond to that.

So Zhou Bo took a few steps forward, reached the boundary that was previously blocked, and asked forward: "I go down, will you pick me up?"

His voice drifted away to the ground without any echo.

He smiled indifferently and walked forward.

He already has keen senses, even without the help of his mind, he can generally distinguish a little bit from the flow of air around him, so that he won't bump into anything.

After walking for a certain distance, he vaguely sensed the presence of someone in front of him, Zhou Bo slowed down, stopped in front of that person, and asked, "I'm here, are you willing to believe me?"

"What do you think?" Shen Ming finally said.

...Gods really have entities.

Zhou Bo stretched out his hand and met the man.

The touch of the hand is the soft clothing that wraps the body of a living, breathing person.

Strangely, the gods did not stop it.

Zhou Bo's hand moved up, along the man's shoulders to touch the neck that was not covered by clothes.

Warm skin.

What would the eyes of the gods look like?

Unexpectedly, Zhou Bo had the idea of ​​taking off his mask to take a look at people.

He made a decision immediately, and stretched out his other hand to his mask.

But the god's reaction was much faster than Zhou Bo imagined.Almost at the moment of Zhou Bo's movement, a gust of strong wind swept towards his face.

The hilt of the sword suddenly appeared in Zhou Bo's palm, and the bamboo sword was drawn downwards and stretched out.

He stabbed with his sword, and the tip of the sword sank deeply into the ground.

He took advantage of the trend and sank down, stabilizing himself in the howling wind.

"Such a fine jade, it would be a pity to break it." Zhou Bo shook his head with a look of sincere regret.

His voice was blown away by the wind, barely audible.

The wind turned out to be really small.

Zhou Bo said "Huh?", unexpectedly, the gods could really listen to his words.

"Indeed," said the god, "it would be a pity to break such a rare sword."

Halfway through the god's words, Zhou Bo knew what he was going to do.

A wave of intention covered his bamboo sword, increasing the force of the downward pressure little by little.

Heavy and irresistible.

Zhou Bo could almost hear the wailing inside the bamboo sword that was about to fail.

Even if it was made with intention, the bamboo sword is a bamboo sword after all, and its material is doomed to be fragile.Few people would choose such a destructible thing as their own weapon, because once this weapon is damaged, the mental power will be severely damaged, or even disintegrated and collapsed, and their lives will be lost.

It's not that Zhou Bo couldn't think about it and wanted to make a fragile thing to toss himself, but his spiritual world is not stable enough to make something stronger. The only thing in it is bamboo, which can only be ground and used.

"Are you so cruel to those who admire you?" Zhou Bo sighed.

The gods were unmoved.

The bamboo sword is still under undeniable pressure, approaching the broken boundary.

It has been a long time since the gods have done anything heavy to mortals.Mortals in the mortal world, whether they admire or loathe him, have nothing to do with him.Just running to the moon palace to be presumptuous is too bold and reckless.

This kind of person who takes pleasure in playing with people's hearts is most afraid of losing control of his own will.The gods disdain to get close to the inner world of this kind of person, let alone manipulate it, so just crush it.

To make people think they are stupid is to save the world from a disaster.

To God's surprise, the person in front of him didn't intend to withdraw his sword to avoid the edge.

On the contrary, Zhou Bo was almost interested in waiting for what was about to happen.A self-destructive expectation.

The god narrowed his eyes and sensed something was wrong.

In the silence, a crack appeared on the bamboo sword.

Then, suddenly shattered.

Zhou Bo only tensed up for a moment.

Before the broken bamboo sword dissipated completely, a new bamboo sword immediately appeared in his palm, firmly inserted into the gap in the jade, as if the previous shattering was just an illusion.His figure was still unshakable, and he didn't seem to be affected by the damage to his spirit—only the smiling lips had lost the last trace of color.

The wind stopped.

Zhou Bo closed his eyes behind the mask, falling in his own spiritual world.

The storm has torn everything to shreds, fine dust swirls and swirls.Every speck of dust was like a sharp blade, cutting his senses mercilessly.

Get used to it, it will always be numb.Looks like it can't get any worse.

Even if the sword breaks a few more times, it doesn't matter.

Zhou Bo was almost in a relaxed state of mind, waiting for the next attack.

However, the wind seemed to be silent, and there was no movement for a long time.

The moment his face was touched by something, Zhou Bo realized that the god had come to a very close position in front of him, almost breathing interlaced.

The god's hand ran along Zhou Bo's cheek and stroked back.

Zhou Bo's long hair was tied loosely by a few grass stems, and two small white flowers faintly protruded from the grass stems.

Shenming brushed the petals of the white flower with his fingertips, inserted his fingertips into Zhou Bo's hair, and picked out a strand of hair.

Zhou Bo tilted his head.

what is this?What test did he pass?Wouldn't the gods just accept it like this?

"It is the custom of Qingke that if relatives and friends die unexpectedly, they wear white velvet to mourn." He heard the god say so.

"Hmm." Zhou Bo smiled.

After all, they are gods, and they will never fail to distinguish people from their own world.

"In retrospect," the god's voice whispered in his ear, "the first country I destroyed was Qingke."