honor me as god

Chapter 194
Here comes Dantès.

But is this man really Dantès?
I haven't seen him for a few days, and the candy-loving Dantès has almost become a skeleton. His cheeks and eye sockets are sunken, his lips are pale and bloodless, and his muscles are atrophied. He even has to walk with a cane.

No one knew what happened to Dantès, he became like this in just a few days, as if something was quickly draining his vitality.

If there was anything more unusual, it was his eyes.

His pupils kept dilated violently, almost covering the entire iris, and he could even see the turbulent energy vortex, as if to disturb the world, giving people an extremely terrifying sense of oppression.

He was using that ability - the tingling sensation from the cerebral cortex told Bai.

Unlike before, when Dantès used that ability before, she only felt a faint tingling pain, but now the pain is extremely obvious, which means that his ability is a thousand times stronger than before.

11 Trembling into the rain, the 21-year-old boy seemed to be six or seventy years old. He came to Bai's side, drenched in the rain with her, and looked up at the vast sky before dawn.

Bai was silent, following his line of sight, looking in the direction of the distant Twilight City.

At this time, 11 spoke, even his voice was hoarse like a broken copper bell: "Don't ask me what I've been doing lately?"

Bai took out his mobile phone and typed: "Will you tell me if I ask?"

11: "No."

Bai typed: "Then why should I ask?"

"You really have a personality." Eleven couldn't help but smile, "Speaking of which, I haven't gotten to know you well."

Bai typed: "There is no need to understand me."

11's smile seems to have some kind of deep meaning: "Compared with complex ordinary people, processors are indeed simpler and purer, and there is no need to deliberately understand it. But have you heard the saying - looking back five hundred times in the previous life, you can get Meet each other in this life."

"I'm a firm materialist. I never believe in things like the fate of gods and ghosts. But after meeting you, I seem to believe in the afterlife."

Bai didn't know how to answer the words, so he simply remained silent.

11 blinked: "By the way, how old are you this year?"

Bai finally encountered a question he knew how to answer, and typed: "16."

"Hey, you're so young. Your temperament looks quite mature, of course, it may have something to do with you never laughing." 11 probed his head, his tone was like a tablemate who was gossiping when he was a student, "Does Bai have someone he likes? "

Seeing that Bai didn't speak, 11 smiled awkwardly: "I seem to be asking a stupid question, actually asking the processor if there is anyone he likes."

Bai Yao looked in the direction of Twilight City, typed and asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

"It may not be accurate to say 'like', I have someone I love." 11 looked at Bai's side face, although the spirit was extremely listless, but it could not hide the tenderness in the smile, "There is something about her that is similar to Bai's Very similar."

Seeing Bai's strange gaze, 11 hurriedly waved his hands: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not teasing you. Although it's offensive to say so. But falling in love with a processor is a disaster in itself, right?"

Bai held the phone, thought for a long time, and typed the question he had asked others before to 11: "What is love?"

11: "Love, is a weapon."

Bai was puzzled, and typed: "Weapon?"

11 nodded, and said slowly: "I love this weapon since ancient times, from stone civilization to the information age. It has four characteristics. First, it can be mastered without training. Second, it is not easy to detect and easy to attack. Third, it has penetrating power. Strong, difficult to protect. Fourth, do not aim at killing personnel."

Bai stayed for a long time, and typed a line: "Are you a science student?"

11 chuckled, shook his head and smiled: "Actually, I haven't studied formally, I'm all self-taught."

Bai looked back at the entrance of the independent space, and typed: "Is the person you love one of the team?"

11 Although she was still smiling, there was an indelible sadness in her eyes: "She has passed away, and I couldn't find her in this afterlife."

Nothing to say.

Don't expect a processor to know how to comfort people.

Bai's fingers were stuck in the Jiugongge for a long time, and then he picked up the topic: "Without her, would I be lonely?"

11 Looking up at the sky, the rain fell on his face and kept falling, making people unable to tell whether the drops were rain or tears. He gave a soft "hmm", which made people feel like he wanted to deny it, but he couldn't lie to others , and can't lie to myself.

After a long silence, 11 asked back: "What about you, would you be lonely alone?"

Bai shook his head and typed: "I don't know what loneliness is, and I can't understand it."

11: "I hope you never understand it."

Bai subconsciously glanced at 11 and typed: "This time, can we win?"

Surprisingly, 11 did not refuse to answer the question: "In my calculations, victory is already doomed, and now it is just going through the process."

Bai knew that if he asked too deeply at this time, it would easily arouse suspicion.

But this is the only way out, and it can only be a gamble.

She made the inquiry as vague as possible, and typed: "I have never known what your plan is, is there anything I need to cooperate with?"

11: "Rely on me with confidence, just like before."

Bai was a little puzzled, and typed: "Before?"

11 blinked, his eyes regained a little clarity, and he couldn't help chuckling: "Sorry, I said something inexplicable."

Gradually, the rain stopped, and the rays of dawn emerged in the east, enveloping the hazy bright colors on the sky, and permeating the remaining gloom of the remaining night, as if a golden dawn was about to appear.

At this time, Lao Gao poked his head out from the gap in the independent space and reminded: "Danttes, the sun will rise soon."

"Yeah." 11 looked at Bai, with complex eyes, seemingly lonely, affectionate, he said softly, "Bai, can you give me your hand?"

Bai didn't know what he was going to do, but he stretched out his hand anyway.

11 took off the Holy Shield Ring from his finger, then held Bai's little hand, ready to put it on for her.

This action was abrupt and offensive, and Bai subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but 11's skinny hand was full of unshakable strength, which didn't let her break free, and slowly put the Holy Shield Ring on her index finger.

Bai looked at the ring, and then at 11, his eyes were a little dazed.

11 stretched out his hand and rubbed it gently on Bai's cheek, his eyes were full of endless tenderness: "It's so great to see your eyes again."

From the beginning to the end, Bai did not understand what he was talking about.
In the early morning, the flowers talk, the grass stems and leaves after the rain are stained with drops of crystal dew, like sparkling gems, and the moist black soil seems to still retain the fragrance of last night's flowers.

In the wake-up call of the lark, 11 left slowly, as if stepping towards a new life under the rising sun.

Before entering the independent space, 11 stopped, and finally looked back at Bai.

From the beginning of those rose-red pupils, the figure in front of him blurred and overlapped with the former friend, and finally merged together.
The throbbing of first acquaintance, the companionship of growing up, the promise of life, the reunion in the bustling city, the laughter and slapstick of passionate love, the warmth of kissing, the past memories are like fireworks, melting in 11's gentle smile.

"Farewell, Bai."

(End of this chapter)