I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 184 Divine Breath 17

Song Yujie was half a head taller than Song Guicheng. The two men faced each other silently. The silent atmosphere was clamoring, dragging them in.

At the assistant's signal, everyone else in the house retreated silently, leaving only the two people confronting each other in the huge villa.

The French chandelier above the head reflects brilliant light and confuses people's eyes.

"Xiao Cheng," Song Yujie slowly pried open Song Guicheng's tightly clenched hands, "How can I live if you leave me? How can you live too?"

He spoke in a serious tone and gently stroked Song Guicheng's red palm, as if he was treating his most precious treasure.

Song Guicheng seemed to have heard something funny and bent over with silent laughter: "But it's you who wants to kill me." The end of his voice rose slightly, a little playful, but actually full of sarcasm.

Song Yujie said innocently, "I didn't really do it, did I?" He tapped the young man's chest, where a hot heart was beating. "I have never coveted your heart, even though I know you are the most suitable match."

Song Yujie held up Song Guicheng's face, his dark green eyes showing some hurt. "I didn't really want to kill you. I just wanted you to get out of that horrible game. It's full of lies, blood, and plunder. How could I bear to leave you there alone?"

He gently scratched Song Guicheng's cheek with one finger, causing a creepy shudder: "I spent a lot of time and energy, but you actually wanted to go with others. I just punished you a little. Disobedient children must be punished."

He stared at Song Guicheng in confusion, his emerald green eyes dimmed a little with sadness, as if he was really distressed by not being understood by his brother.

Song Guicheng sneered and tried to break free, but the opponent was too strong and he couldn't move at all. He was forced to look at the face that looked like an angel but was actually a devil: "What you call wasting time and energy is killing so many people and creating a copy by yourself?"

"Those people are nothing. As long as you can come back to me, it doesn't matter if you kill thousands and thousands of people again." He lowered his head and kissed Song Guicheng's forehead. "Xiao Cheng, I don't need anyone else, just you."

The cold lips separated as soon as they touched. Song Guicheng listened to those chilling words and couldn't control his physiological reaction and retched: "Are you crazy? Their lives are not lives?"

How could he make killing others sound so easy, so natural, as if others deserved to pay for what he wanted.

"Of course," Song Yujie smiled, freeing one hand to poke Song Guicheng's trembling eyelashes, "but compared to you, it's nothing."

Song Guicheng tried to turn his head, but it didn't move at all. He gave up struggling and looked straight into Song Yujie's eyes. He was silent for a while, and his light brown eyes contained many incomprehensible emotions: "You were not like this before, you didn't teach me this way before..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something else, but gave up.

Song Yujie taught him how to be gentle, friendly, considerate and supportive of each other.

After losing his memory, he returned to his most primitive and authentic state, confusing good and evil, right and wrong. For a long time, he was free from the constraints of morality and retained only the most simple good and evil.

It was Song Yujie who led him, guiding him towards the brighter path at every crossroads in life.

Song Yujie is present in every step of his growth, Song Yujie’s shadow is concentrated in his soul, and his world is shaped by Song Yujie.

"Why did it turn out like this?" Song Guicheng's eyes revealed unprecedented confusion. His light brown eyes were filled with mist. He looked at Song Yujie hopefully, wanting him to give a reasonable explanation.

His gentleness and kindness in the copy, and his disgust and indomitable spirit in the face of evil, were guided, supported, and cultivated by Song Yujie.

But on the night when Song Yujie personally admitted to murder, on the night when Song Yujie ignored his resistance and raped him, everything was collapsing and falling apart.

His world has fallen apart, and the culprit is the man who built it all.

Song Yujie watched as something in Song Guicheng's eyes melted away, like a snowy mountain collapsing, shattering and sliding down with an unstoppable force, leaving only devastation in the end.

"My dear brother, I just want to see how a person who is completely different from me is crushed, how he suffers and struggles, how he reshapes himself, and how he is finally forced to submit to me," Song Yujie said in a very loving tone, "Just like now, it's very interesting, isn't it?"

If Song Guicheng quickly becomes devoted to him because of his strength, then it would be boring; if Song Guicheng is determined to oppose him, then it would be boring.

But Song Guicheng fell into a vicious circle of family affection and hatred, and kept jumping between morality and emotion. He was unable to hate purely, unable to love openly, and was entangled and self-doubting over and over again. Such a drama is the most exciting.

Song Guicheng is indeed his most satisfying work and also his only work.

"Actually, I am grateful to Yongheng. Although he took you away, he gave you life, and it was he who made me notice you." Song Yujie hugged Song Guicheng into his arms, feeling his suppressed trembling, and put his head on his shoulder. "It's a pity that he was indeed very powerful, and I couldn't kill him. But because of you, he will never wake up again."

Song Yujie broke down the last line of defense in Song Guicheng's heart, word by word: "As you live day by day, he will become weaker day by day, until he falls and disappears between heaven and earth."

His words were like a huge rock, weighing heavily on Song Guicheng's heart, making him breathless and dizzy.

"You were going in the wrong direction from the beginning. How could a person who was abandoned by his own original power maintain the divine realm?" Song Yujie bit his ear. "He must have guessed that you would look for him. He guessed everything, guessed that you would go to his divine realm, so he left you a glimmer of hope."

"Stop talking, stop talking, Song Yujie, just stop talking!" Big tears wet the clothes on Song Yujie's chest. He bit his lower lip tightly. Despair and grief weighed heavily on him, causing his soul and voice to tremble.

"He used the last bit of his remaining strength to tear open a crack for you. This bit of strength will take you back to the world you want to go to the most," Song Yujie laughed out loud, "The place you want to go back to the most is here. It turns out that the place you want to go back to the most is here."

"Do you think Wu Zhi is nobler than me?" Song Yujie inserted a hand into Song Guicheng's hair, forcing him to look up at her with a sinister look in his eyes. "Didn't he also leave the last chance of survival to you for his own feelings, and abandon the tribe he protected?"

Song Yujie sneered: "What's the difference between him and me?"

Song Guicheng's tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes. He was being played around by Song Yujie, unable to struggle or escape. He pursed his lips and did not answer. His eyes kept flashing, as if he was convinced by Song Yujie's words.

"Be good, don't cry," Song Yujie gently wiped away his tears, "Come with me, don't be late for your 24th birthday party."

Song Guicheng turned his head away in despair, as if unwilling to face this fact. He clenched his hands, and finally gave up in vain, saying in a hoarse voice: "I'll go wash my face."

*

In the bathroom, Song Guicheng scooped up a glass of water and poured it on his face. The face that was sad and painful just now was now cold and solemn.

He looked at himself in the mirror. Because of crying too hard, his nose and the corners of his eyes were stained light red. There were still tears in his eyes. He looked fragile and sad, but his expression was too gloomy and a little weird.

Song Guicheng lowered his head, looking at the water flowing from his palms, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. If he hadn't acted just now, how could Song Yujie say so much.

What about Song Yujie, what about family affection, what about the past? He no longer cared about them the moment Wu Zhi sacrificed himself to let him live.

He could learn to be gentle and kind, and of course he could also learn to be selfish and cruel, but what he learned the fastest was Song Yujie's acting skills.

As long as I can get more information out of her, what's wrong with devoting myself to Song Yujie?

He no longer cared about himself. The only person he cared about was Wu Zhi.

The divine realm had been shattered, and the last bit of Wu Zhi's remaining strength sent him to the world he most wanted to return to. He knew very well that the world he most wanted to return to was the world with Wu Zhi.

But I didn't expect that this broken real world is the world where the power of Wu Zhi remains the strongest.

Song Guicheng turned off the faucet and suddenly clenched his palms. The water that should have dripped down miraculously solidified in his hands, becoming a crystal clear flowing solid.

Chief Jing once said that Wu Zhi hoped he would take his place.

He understood from the patriarch's hint that it was no longer the statue or Wu Zhi who touched the statue that made time stop, but himself.

Wu Zhi's power did not devour him, but nurtured him. Wu Zhi's blood merged with his power, and Wu Zhi's power gradually came into his hands.

He is eating Wu Zhi, and he will take over Wu Zhi.

Was this also something Wu Zhi had calculated early on?

Song's return date is uncertain.

But he guessed the reason why the system disconnected him, but it still needs to be verified.

When Song Guicheng raised his head again, he looked sad and forbearing again. He was still no match for Song Yujie, so he had to act like he was in pain and struggling.

Until the moment he could escape.