"We are the substantial product of emotions. We are the indigenous people of the well world."

This statement is acceptable to Baiwu.

Recalling that I met my mother not long ago, I didn’t have time to ask about many things.

Bai Yuan’s plan only had a rough outline and it was still difficult to understand the details. Bai Wu asked:

"Why did I choose me?"

This sentence is very short, and the tyrant understood what Bai Wu means.

"You were born in the world in the well, but you have the blood of an outsider. At the same time, the guy who can compete with the Lord of Twisted has his will on you. You are the most special existence, and you are more special than the tic toe level, semi-evil depravity, talented genius, and various legends in your world."

The tyrant is praising the white mist.

But when I heard Bai Wu's ears, I suddenly lost interest.

"So...is it another story of blood theory? It's so sad."

Bai Wu's expression was very calm, with a little self-deprecating in peace.

At first, he thought this story was about himself with the eyes of Prell, who showed his talents through his own performance in various explorations.

Then he continued to complete the legendary adventure of small people overturning various conspiracies and solving various puzzles.

But the further down, like all the protagonists of anime, I found that I had a great father and a great mother.

I found out that my birth was made with all kinds of hopes.

When people see this, they will say, Oh, it's the same again, it's actually just cheating, it's so boring, it's so boring.

Bai Wu also felt that this was the case, which was a bit disappointing.

The tyrant chooses himself, Bai Yuan chooses himself, and the Ten Spears chooses himself, are actually because of their particularity.

The tyrant was like Bai Wu’s confidant, and he could actually feel the boredom of Bai Wu:

"But this is the real thing."

Bai Wu stopped, and the twisted expressions on the ceiling were squirming, as if mocking something.

The tyrant said:

"The little people have no background, no special, and then go against the will of heaven and change their fate. It is a nonsense. Heroes are rare. People like to see heroes turn the tide, but they rarely see them to create the layout and sacrifice behind the heroes."

"Boy, maybe you think everything about yourself seems meaningless, because you are much better than others..."

"But thinking about it this way will let down those who have put their heart and soul into you."

The White Bone Tyrant is the one who took the initiative to choose Bai Wu.

In fact, he knew the past of Bai Wu.

Crimson will come to tell him something from time to time.

When Bai Wu was born, the tyrant in another level of well world felt an opportunity in the dark.

On flights, in casinos, Baichuan City campus, and in the battles in the color gamut, he temporarily appeared in the world where Baiwu was located, and he also experienced some memories of Baiwu.

"Bai Yuan cannot give birth to a second you, and I don't believe that there is another person in this world who can withstand all kinds of childhood tortures, but has not become a monster that has lost its humanity."

"What do you think I chose you, but I like?"

Both the tyrant and the white mist stopped.

Bai Wu's depressedness and self-deprecation originated from his discovery that he had no talent, as if it was just the product of his father Bai Yuan's accidental experiment.

He couldn't find those things that belonged to him.

Especially after seeing his mother, he was moved by his mother's protection, but he was also confused by what he and his mother existed for?

It seemed as if everything was like a game in Bai Yuan.

"What exactly is it my own? Where can I go without them?"

This sentence already had a little confused tone.

"Friends, the experiences, decisions, choices so far. These belong to you. A warrior should not feel ashamed of fighting with the inheritance left by his generation."

The tyrant, who was confused, was extremely awake at this time.

"Boy, what kind of world do you think this is? How many generations of people have been sacrificing for the sake of confrontation? Even now, your partners are still thinking about how to fight against the invincible enemy."

"You've fought him and know how powerful the enemy we'll face in the end."

"Whether bloodline, inheritance, talent, or cheating, in order to expel the twists and to allow human beings to return to their hometown, some people are willing to be evil spirits and give up their right to be human."

"How many people are eager to have such speciality as you! You are still hesitating for your efforts to appear small? Are you still confused about the inheritance of the previous generation?"

The tyrant had already walked to Bai Wu's face, with white bones, making him look hideous and angry, but his words were passionate:

"If you feel that you have something that does not belong to you, and your achievements do not come from hard work, but are more like the planning of the previous generation...it has little to do with your own will, then break this!

Go to do something even more amazing than this! Go to do what they can’t do!”

Baiwu was silent.

He could not have thought that the guy who only roars, roars, or fucking roars on the third level could say these words to himself.

With such evil deeds... it's not bad, his mouth is not inferior to his human body, and he is a talk show actor who has been delayed by his strong strength.

Bai Wu suddenly smiled:

"You can speak better than me."

The tyrant snorted coldly:

"Hmph, I chose you because of your particularity. These particularities, the theory of bloodline in your mouth, only accounted for a part. More of it was your later manifestation."

"Your choices and efforts so far are closely related to the previous generation, but without you, their will would not be able to move to this point."

"There is no savior, only the result of the efforts of generations, and maybe you will fail... Maybe in the end, just like the people you hate, you will start to torture your descendants that you wish, and give them what you have."

Bai Wu shivered for a moment and interrupted the tyrant:

"Stop talking, there is a picture in my mind. That's really bad. I'd better try to pass the level..."

The last passage of the tyrant completely ended Bai Wu's depression, because Bai Wu didn't want to be like Bai Yuan. Because he couldn't beat him, he gave birth to a son, and then gave everything to his son and played the show himself.

Even a scene of himself stabbing his son with a charming smile even appeared in his mind.

Too disgusting.

Today's white fog is rarely confused and confused, but soon, these confusions and confusions disappear.

Bai Wu patted his face, and the irritability and self-mockery in his mind all dissipated.

The tyrant's words are very correct. Choices, experiences, friends, and their own efforts should not be ignored.

In fact, the tyrant has not finished speaking some things.

He could have told Bai Wu more intuitively that Bai Wu’s talent and special nature was actually not as good as Bai Yuanjie, but he could not lose his achievements today.

The tyrant is very convinced of this.

In fact, Bai Yuan’s plans were not planned before Bai Wu was born.

Bai Yuan did not give birth to white mist for some plans.

The truth is that Bai Yuan saw hope because of the birth of Bai Wu.

But the tyrant hopes to see that Bai Wu can accept the burden from the previous generation.

Even if the little person in my heart relies on his own efforts, his dream of not having a bloodline theory will still not be shaken.

This is what he hopes to see.

The two took steps again, soon...
Chapter completed!