"The radio is not your father or your mother, nor is it your bad friend who likes to accompany you to the game room to play computers or play billiards and go to the bars;

It is a **, a distorted existence in pursuit of storyliness;

It doesn't need you to be grateful for it, nor do you want to be grateful for it, nor do you need your favor.

The unkind world regards all things as straw dogs. What we say is that it is broadcasting this kind of thing. Whether you hate or not, it is here, and whether you love or not, it also exists.

When you feel that you have no weaknesses, when it feels that the story begins to be boring, it will take the initiative to help you create a weakness and then detonate it, so that it can sit aside and appreciate your hysteria, taste your heart-wrenching pain, and reminisce about your anger and madness.

This is its pursuit and its aesthetic.”

The voice of the blood corpse was very soft. Although he was talking about Su Bai, why didn't he talk about himself? He himself was actually the clearest manifestation of the aesthetics of broadcasting. He had the power comparable to a god. His wife was shot to death by the bandits within a few minutes of his departure. The time points were just right.

Say the broadcast was not intentional.

Who believes it?

"The radio does not need to be surrounded by, because no matter whether the audience gathers to worship it or prepares to resist it, it is still always high and superior. It is not a king. Because in China, a king is called the emperor. If the emperor is unkind and will be overthrown by his own people, the regime will be overthrown. It is a tradition in China since ancient times, but radio is heaven. Throughout the dynasties, many emperors have died, but have you ever seen heaven overthrown by the people?

Even if it's only once?"

The blood corpse stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Su Bai. A vivid blood line twisted back and forth in the palm of the blood corpse.

"You have absorbed part of my blood thread before, but it is just rootless duckweed. It is the most superficial use to simply strengthen the body for a short period of time. This is the true meaning of the blood thread. Unfortunately, I can't give it to you directly, and you dare not ask for it directly."

"Of course." Su Bai naturally wouldn't say silly that you should transmit it to me directly. You should know that the blood corpse had tried to seize the body several times before, and Su Bai was not that naive.

The blood corpse waved his palm, and for a moment, around them, blood lines began to spread densely. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were scattered.

"Remember it, and sometimes you can slowly figure it out." said the Blood Corpse.

"You were suddenly so kind to me, which made me feel a little uneasy." Su Bai said.

"It's impossible to let the reinforcement I created myself be completely unsuccessful, right?" The blood corpse seemed very calm.

"So, this time, do you still want to continue to play the radio?" Su Bai remembered that the last time the blood corpse planned to take over the body and then have a final showdown with the radio, giving himself a gorgeous ending.

"I was born by it. This is not the original me, nor the real me. With a thought, I will go back and forth from nothingness and return to nothingness.

In fact, there is still vitality, that is, I jump down, kill all the audience below, and then rely on the background of this story world to plan for development."

"So, are you still going to go down?"

"But I know, the woman you care about may be more likely to die, but the radio will not let all the listeners in this whole story world be killed. Maybe when I plan to massacre all the listeners and prevent them from completing this task, the radio will arrange for a master Zhang Tian to suddenly jump out and destroy me.

It's the same thing if you can't go on,

It's still the same if it's not above.

This is helplessness, a kind of helplessness that even struggles feels like a waste of emotions.”

The blood corpse took a deep breath, reached out and began to point out the arrangement rules of the blood lines around Su Bai.

"Here to this place...Here to this place...In fact, the human body is a star, and the bloodline is the frame of this star..."

The explanation of the Blood Corpse is very delicate, and Su Bai also saw through his own cognition that this guy is really explaining something about the bloodline to himself.

Before he knew it, Su Bai was immersed in.

After a long time, the color of enlightenment in Su Bai's eyes became stronger and stronger, but the blood corpse smiled slightly and took a step forward.

"Don't move." Su Bai's eyes were still full of enlightenment, but he still spoke and reminded him.

"Which one would you choose for my complete bloodline inheritance and that woman?" asked the Blood Corpse.

"I have to force me to choose?" Su Bai asked back.

"You still have a chance to choose, but I don't even have a chance to choose." Blood Corpse sighed.

"You are still unbalanced after all." Su Bai smiled, "You are still filled with hatred after all."

"I'm dead, so it's meaningless to talk about some explanation. Anyway, I'm just throwing it out now."

"So, are you trying to find the pleasure of being a tormenting radio in me?"

"It's almost the same."

The blood corpse took another step and walked through that line. He was very slow and stared at Su Bai. Then he saw Su Bai still standing there calmly, continuing to realize what he left behind.

The blood corpse grinned and laughed, and then he fell down.

Su Bai,

Didn't stop him.

About an hour later, Su Bai slowly closed his eyes, and the blood lines around him began to blur, and finally turned into a blood mist and slowly dissipated. The next moment, new blood lines began to appear on Su Bai's body, and the blood lines began to fade slowly, all integrating into the thousands of blood vessels in his body.

The bloodline was completely integrated into himself by Su Bai, which was equivalent to re-transforming his body. At present, Su Bai's physical strength has been improved a new level compared to before. Now, his body, even if he stands still, is a fortress.

When he opened his eyes, two rays of light flashed from the depths of Su Bai's eyes.

Between Yu Xun'er and the complete bloodline perception, Su Bai chose the latter.

Standing on the edge of that line, Su Bai's face was expressionless.

Su Bai knew that he was a selfish person, but people always expected more of themselves, but now this expectation was gone. It was also a bit unacceptable to reveal his completely realistic self in front of him.

But whether you can accept it or not,

Own,

After all, it's still me.

Any persistence in everyone actually has a price. Whether persistence or not is just about whether the price is enough.

That's all,

That's really that.

Su Bai thought about this in his heart, but there was not much guilt for Xun'er and Chu Zhao, nor much guilt for himself. It felt like he had left a burden.

Even, there is a feeling of ease.

"If you let him go, you will let me go, right?"
Chapter completed!