Even though Bai Scale's words that he thought could put pressure on Su Mo did not work, some established facts would not change in the slightest.

Su Mo...... will die.

In front of him, the blade was stained with blood.

It wasn't the other's blood, it was the color of the dripping liquor, but it still made his eyes cold.

That force kicks in.

Then, like a hallucination in a dream, the whole perception was reversed for a moment, and the hint exploded in his heart stronger than ever.

Extraordinary ...... It gave him a sense of identity.

Leave the world you hate, leave the world you hate, and break free from your own good flesh......

All you need is a simple confirmation.

Your eyes can't be opened, your body is destroyed, and your consciousness sleeps.

So - you're dead

…… You're dead.

The last sentence is like a reaction given by oneself, and it is so real that it is impossible to resist.

So the consciousness swam away in an instant, and suddenly it was stripped out of its rightful body.

The original force of rebellion is like a dove occupying a magpie's nest and becoming the master of the body.

Bai Yan held the knife that belonged to Su Mo, and a trace of unbelievable ecstasy welled up in his heart.

"It seems that I think highly of you, this is your weakness, I should confirm it before this......"

"You can't live without killing people, constantly relying on the feeling of killing people to find a sense of identity with the world."

"Knowing that his desire to survive is fake, and constantly drinking the blood of one person after another to get the nourishment to live, isn't that useless like a parasite?"

With Su Mo's voice, he recounted what he thought was the truth, and a tone of disdain was about to come out.

"So just remove your soul, and your physical filth will disappear, for I will use it to accomplish those great things."

It's like talking to another person, muttering to yourself.

But the two living people who still have temperature are both him in a way.

Naturally, then, there was no response to such words.

Bai Liang suddenly felt bored for a while, as if the long-awaited gluttonous feast had turned into a plate of shriveled steamed buns, which made people unable to stir up the interest of moving.

So he used Su Mo's body and lifted the knife up.

Su Mo's body was really very different from what he thought, so much so that he also had the idea of wavering.

Replace Su Mo's body.

Because at this time, he knew what the difference between him and Su Mo was.

The vigorous, dark shadow cells lurk in this fresh body.

Wandering in such a body, even he himself was summoned to a dark thought of misanthropy.

But that's not all, the essential difference between Bai Yan and Su Mo is more than that.

This dark factor is lacking in White Scale, and it contains the insane, bone-piercing original sin of killing.

Original sin is a strength, and it is also the power of a person's origin.

It's just that his vacillation didn't last long before it disappeared again.

He...... Never want to be Su Mo.

Because not only could he not get used to this killing, but he also developed an irrepressible fear.

In other words, even if he could turn this body into his, he wouldn't be able to become this person.

There is no substitute for Su Mo.

Realizing this, a sense of humiliation drowned him like a flood.

Damn it...... Then go and die, even the body will die in this world.

And then - really become my puppet.

White Scale waved the knife in his hand vigorously, and strangely, the knife stopped as soon as it landed on his head and neck.

Over and over.

It's like someone else is joking with him, what is there that is around his neck?

He couldn't understand, so he swung his knife and slashed at Su Mo's heart.

It's still helpless to do anything about it.

Su Mo ...... Su Mo, you must still be there, you must still be there to watch my jokes. ”

"What do you want to do in this body?"

White Scale finally knew that this was not an external resistance, but from the body itself.

Except for himself, only Su Mo could stop him, so he pointed the finger at the other party at once.

The consciousness that was driven out and should have faded.

"It was just the instinct of this body."

Unexpectedly, one of the two bodies that belonged to him answered him.

That body was Su Mo, and the consciousness he occupied was eroded and gradually swallowed into the other party's mouth.

"Sure enough."

Listening to the other party's casual words, Bai Scale's brain felt the pain of being chewed by 'click' and the fear that came from nowhere.

"You were born by Shabo to imitate me......"

Obviously, Su Mo didn't use a knife, but what he said was very heartbreaking to some extent.

The white scales turn white.

The pale face didn't know if it was because of some of the thoughts that were swallowed or because of Su Mo's words just now.

"After feeling my body, do you feel angry that you are a fake?"

"Let's be honest, your previous actions were hopelessly stupid, because even I couldn't kill myself, let alone you, an outsider."

"A knife from myself can't be inserted into my body, so I haven't died until now."

"So the method of killing me just now is ineffective, you can think of other ways to do it."

Stimulated by the threat of death, Su Mo rarely said so many words, as if he wanted to help Bai Yan recognize himself and find a way to deal with him.

But this well-rounded tone is really infuriating, not to mention exposing all the things he has to cover up even himself.

Yes, whether it was the cooperation he wanted to achieve at the beginning, or the rivalry later, he used the enmity of Xia Bo and Su Mo as an explanation.

However, if you think about it seriously, it doesn't make sense, because he is not Xia Bo, but Bai Scale, he doesn't need to live or die with Su Mo, and he can even ignore Su Mo.

Then why did he go to Su Mo again and again, and even wanted to kill him and turn him into a puppet?

Because he is a fake......

Because he wants to prove that he is a more perfect fake than the real thing.

But he failed.

The defeat was complete.

The purpose of the man in front of him may be as he said, he wants to die, but there is nothing he can do, so he needs his help.

It's ridiculous.

It's just that White Scale can't laugh now, and he begins to use his brain to adjust the original plan.

Let this demon in human skin pay for his hubris - just as he thinks, die!

Just as Bai Yan was thinking nervously, Su Mo moved.

The distance between the blade and the white scales is constantly decreasing.

First he pierced the woman's gooseneck, and then he came to the white scales.

It won't give you time.

Think about it...... If you can't think of it, you can die for me.

He seemed to say this to White Scale with his own actions.