"...So you still don't quite believe me." Hui Bai lowered his eyelids, revealing a sad expression, his eyes filled with surging sadness.
If this wasn't acting, Su Ming'an would really be touched by him. Every time he expressed doubts about Hui Bai, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.
"Liu Jin, I can't bear to see you being pulled out of the sea and forced to take on the fate of Princess Hongta." Hui Bai said:
"I know that as a predator, an indispensable link in the food chain, I have done something that cannot be avoided - killing lives. This is the underlying logic of our survival."
"——[To live, you must take in nutrients, and as long as you are alive, you will always be exploiting others. The upper level of the food chain oppresses the lower level of the food chain, squeezing the latter's surplus labor value throughout their lives, and the lower level of the food chain will direct its malice toward the lower level, oppressing those who serve them. Those who are unable to direct malice will vent their emotions on distant strangers on the Internet.]"
"I hope that through our collaboration ... we can fundamentally end this endless cycle of oppression."
"Liu Jin. Please believe me..."
Hui Bai placed his palm on his chest, a gesture that was almost like a Rovasha knight’s salute:
"You can only trust me."
Su Mingan's eyes moved slightly.
If he had a favorable impression, perhaps after Hui Bai's words, his favorable impression of Hui Bai would really increase. However, due to the "pearls and jades" of the gods, Su Mingan found it difficult to trust anyone.
Looking at those earnest blue eyes, Su Mingan couldn't help but think of Noor... Noor's acting skills were just as superb.
"I can't trust you." Su Mingan remembered Luo Vasa's rule - trust makes food taste better. It was because he trusted Lu as a teammate that Lu lost control and attacked.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't doubt me." Hui Bai's expression was always sincere: "Okay, read the story first."
Su Mingan raised his hand and touched the page of the book.
…
[The name of the story you drew is——"The Wingless Bird of Paradise". 】
【This story has a total of 30 pages. 】
【You are on page 12. 】
…
“Swish!”
When he opened his eyes, he was sitting at a mahogany table, the quill pen in his hand resting on a piece of draft paper.
The fire crackled in the fireplace, and the room was filled with the aroma of warm toast. Metal pipes stretched horizontally and vertically, like long ice-white snakes, biting the bottom of the floor and the end of the ventilation duct.
...a steampunk room.
He felt himself reaching out and tearing off the draft paper in front of him, his fingers hovering over the flaming fireplace, about to burn the draft paper.
There was a mirror on the fireplace, and Su Mingan could see his own face clearly through it - his long purple hair flowed over his shoulders, and his eyes were like a cold, extinguished fire.
——It’s Squidward Olivers.
It is difficult for others to get a single word of Si Que's stories. Even if you spend all your money, you can't buy a single word written by this strongest creator. However, Su Mingan always draws the stories written by Si Que. The previous story tells about Si Que's experience of being eaten. What experience will this story tell about Si Que?
“Crack.”
The fire in the fireplace burned vigorously. Su Mingan saw himself in the mirror with an indifferent expression and gloomy eyes. It was an expression of... being very dissatisfied with the thing in his hand, almost disgusted.
"Boring characters, dry plot development, meaningless and redundant foreshadowing..." He heard himself talking to himself, that is, Si Que talking to himself: "This kind of thing is only worthy of being burned."
His fingers loosened slightly, and the draft paper in his hand fell lightly into the fire.
...What does Si Que want to burn?
No, we can't just burn it like this.
Su Ming'an immediately controlled his arms and used his ability to fine-tune the plot as the King to grab the draft paper to prevent it from falling into the fire.
"...Huh?" He heard himself uttering in confusion: "Why did I save this piece of draft paper...strange."
It seems that after Su Mingan fine-tuned the plot, Si Que could sense something strange. This is equivalent to...they are temporarily sharing a body.
However, Si Que did not throw the draft paper a second time, but casually placed it on the cabinet next to him. Taking this opportunity, Su Mingan glanced at the draft paper to see what Si Que had written that made him want to burn it.
There were several paragraphs filled with text on the draft paper.
…
[No.: Character Design-0013]
[Identity: Slum orphan]
[Outline: He has a tailor sister who takes good care of him. The story emphasizes the kindness and gentleness of the tailor sister. She longs for the children to be happy and often brings back some beautiful wild flowers to pin on the children's clothes, teaching them to be kind.
Then at the right time (for example, when the elder sister knitted a new dress for each child, she smiled happily and quietly placed the gift at the door of each child...)
Arrange death for her.
The death ending should be beautiful, logical, and touching. The elder sister could be killed by the upper class in order to protect her children. For example, she was killed by the knights around a noble just because she bumped into him. And her favorite child can see the whole process, and insert a flashback to remind people of the beautiful moments of the elder sister's past, and then compare them with the appearance of the elder sister's death...
Finally, the scene was frozen in the heavy rain, with the blood-covered sister lying on the ground, still holding the children's clothes in her arms. She showed a stiff smile, as if she saw the children grow up after wearing new clothes.
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