He pushed the door open, stood at the door, took out the black bird sculpture and stroked it carefully.
The shadow appeared beside him, like a ghost.
"Such a good opportunity, why don't you take action?" Dieying said.
"Stop tempting me." Xiao Ying said.
"You clearly promised me eight years ago that if you have the chance to take action against Su Ming'an in the future, you would do it. In exchange, I will help you..." Dieying ignored the rest of the words: "Why? After six or seven years of getting along, he has begun to trust you, but you are reluctant to let him go? Or have you begun to like this world?"
Xiao Ying stared at the black bird sculpture in his hand.
"You have been lurking for so long without taking any action. You are really indecisive. He doesn't pity you at all. You are not even his friend." Dieying said: "You are not a person with a strong sense of responsibility. You are not willing to sacrifice yourself for God. Don't be that kind of person."
"...Of course." Xiao Ying said.
"Remember what you promised me, don't be soft-hearted..." The overlapping shadows gradually disappeared.
Xiao Ying stroked the black bird sculpture, turned and walked into the room, and saw Su Mingan slowly opening his eyes.
Xiao Ying was shocked - Su Mingan wouldn't have heard his conversation with Dieying, right?
But Su Mingan just sat quietly on the sofa, his eyes were unfocused, as if he was not awake yet.
"...How do you feel?" Xiao Ying asked tentatively.
Su Mingan said nothing, his eyes still unfocused.
Xiao Ying recalled that before he fell into a coma, Su Mingan's mental state was already shaky. Is it possible that even his hearing is blurred now?
"...Can you hear my voice?" Xiao Ying took another step closer.
He rubbed his fingers in his pocket and slowly pulled out a sharp blade.
...If you want to kill, this is the best opportunity.
Xiao Ying approached with a knife in hand, and with his other hand he repeatedly stroked the black bird sculpture - no one knew what this meant to him, he would always stroke it from morning to night.
He suddenly heard Su Mingan saying something softly.
"I don't want to be a god...ever."
With his shaky spirit and the pressure of the instant death rule, Su Mingan's sanity seemed to collapse, and a layer of mist formed in his eyes.
Xiao Ying lowered her eyelids: "Yes, you don't want to be a god. I have always wanted you to be free. Not only for me, but also for you."
The young man with dull eyes whispered: "I... never want to... lose."
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