Sorens was half-kneeling on the ground, before he had time to cast any healing spells or use any first aid potion, Zuo Ci bound his hands.
For the first time, standing in front of his adoptive father condescendingly, Zuo Ci had mixed feelings in his heart.
"I won." He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, tried to maintain his usual indifferent tone, and said, "I defeated you."
"Hehe..." Sorens sneered, "Zuo Ci, you haven't won yet."
Hearing this, Zuo Ci couldn't help frowning, and just about to say something else, suddenly another voice came from behind - "He's right, Zuo Ci, you haven't won yet."
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Zuo Ci turned his head when he heard the sound, only a cloud of white smoke appeared behind him, and his face and figure could not be seen clearly.
But Zuo Ci guessed who it was, and asked in a rather tone: "Are you the Holy Spirit?"
"Hehe." The voice seemed to come from far away space, "You are really smart."
"So, this battle is a test of my spirituality? This Sorens must be a fake." Zuo Ci continued to ask without changing his expression, "I have already defeated him, so I have passed the test?"
"I just praised you for being smart, why did you ask stupid things?" Holy Spirit grinned, "Didn't I already tell you that you didn't win?"
"He's kneeling in front of me right now, doesn't that count as a win?"
"Before answering your question, let me answer your other question—this Sorens said he is fake, and he is not—he is indeed a copy of the real Sorens in the world, but, as a god who can control life and death, I The fate of the real and fake Solons has already been implicated." After the Holy Spirit said this ambiguous sentence, he changed the topic back, "You ask me why I still don't count as a win, it should be in my eyes, the outcome It's a matter of life and death, victory means life, loss means death. Look, this Saurons is still alive, how can you win?"
"You want me to kill him?" Zuo Ci asked. This request did not sound too much at first, but the newly promoted assassin hesitated all of a sudden. He directly asked his uneasiness, "You just said that the fate of Saurons in the two worlds was implicated. What does that mean?"
"It literally means - if you kill the Saurons of this world, I will let the Saurons of the world die together. In this way, isn't it exactly what you want? If I understand correctly, this person It should be your demon."
After hearing this, Zuo Ci couldn't help frowning: "People who die in this world will be trapped here forever, which means that they really have to kill him."
"That's exactly what it means, kill him, no matter which world it is from—this person is your demon, and if you don't get rid of the demon, you will never be truly strong." The Holy Spirit laughed again as he said. Get up, "Strength, isn't it what you want? Zuo Ci, you came here not just to liberate this world, right? I can feel your desire to be truly strong, so , I am helping you in this way."
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Zuo Ci suddenly fell into silence—
"Strength" is indeed what he has always longed for. I don't know when it started. He can no longer bear cowardice and failure, and he can't bear the self who can't prove that he is stronger than his adoptive father...
In this way, he will study and practice day and night, and constantly polish himself in the game. The torment of his mind has made him calmer and colder than his peers, and the only thing that supports all of this is the determination called "powerful"...
As the standard of "strongness", from a very young age, he set the adoptive father who put pressure on him all the time as the goal of striving to defeat. With the accumulation of time, the idea of defeating Saurons is increasing day by day. Indeed, this seems to have become the reason why he sharpened himself, becoming a demon that he must overcome...
The phantom of Sorens has been defeated. If it is true as the Holy Spirit said, this phantom is a true copy of Sorens in the world. He already has the ability to defeat his adoptive father, and for the first time, defeated his own target .
When Solons knelt down in front of him, he was really excited, but it wasn't joy, it was a complex emotion, tumbling and colliding in his heart. After so many years of fulfilling his wishes, what he got in return was such a state of mind, Zuo Ci couldn't understand for a while...
He always thought that he hated his adoptive father, hated that cruel person who always beat and scolded him, hated that dark existence who always despised him, laughed at him, and suppressed him. Carrying out the darkest and cruelest revenge, he thought that one day he would kill this hated person with his own hands, but now the opportunity is in front of him, with a simple knife, the "demon" will be eliminated, why...why, he hesitated so much up? …
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"Zuo Ci, what are you waiting for? Haven't you always hated him? Haven't you always wanted to kill him?" Holy Spirit urged at the right time, as if he understood his inner turmoil, and added fuel to the flames. , "Kill him! Come on, just move your hand, and you will be free!"
Under the urging of the Holy Spirit over and over again, Zuo Ci kept his head down. He looked at the ghost claw sickle tightly held in both hands, and finally clenched it tightly——