"If you regret it, I can regret it too." Tianyuan said.
Gu Xingqiao continued to stare at the white metal wall above his head, as if that was the only thing he was willing to do at the moment.
"Oppose," he said, "as you please."
Now, Tianyuan was really confused.
He had never seen such a person before! Just now, he was still touched by the transaction he proposed, hesitating between self-destruction and the desire to survive, but now, he has become so indifferent and numb, as if the previous hesitation was just a short-lived illusion.
"If you really don't care about the deal I proposed, then you shouldn't stop the process of self-destruction," Tianyuan said suspiciously, "This is illogical."
Gu Xingqiao blinked slowly, his tone drawn out and indifferent: "People's hearts are fickle, don't you understand?"
He admitted that for a moment, the deal proposed by Tianyuan did make his heart move slightly.
However, revenge is a bitter wine brewed from blood, and it only works on people who are about to die of thirst. So, is he a person who is about to die of thirst, or is he a walking corpse whose body and mind have already decayed and is just wandering around by inertia
Gu Xingqiao couldn't figure it out.
He has no way out, no future, only a poor and destitute present. His country hunts him, his homeland spurns him, and his best friend and pillar of support, who he was once proud of...
Thinking of this, he had to force himself to interrupt his thoughts.
Nausea is not a sudden emotion, nor is it a physiological contraction of the throat. Nausea is a sticky piece of paint that wraps around your nerves, where it rubs and slides, causing your eyes to melt for a long time and the root of your tongue to become numb.
"Revenge is a fallacy." He spoke quietly, but he was not talking to Tianyuan, it was more like a low soliloquy, "Theoretically speaking, a strong desire for revenge can only prove that you are not ready to face a new life. You are being held back by the desire for revenge and letting it burn."
Gu Xingqiao's lips moved slightly, and he murmured: "If you must leave a place, a place where you once lived, loved, and where all your past is buried, no matter how you leave, don't leave slowly, leave as decisively as you can, never look back, and never believe that the past is the best..."
"—Because they have long since died." He hesitated to finish the last sentence, and Tianyuan grabbed the text from the data stream, "Beryl Markham."
So far, this was the longest sentence Gu Xingqiao had ever said in one breath. After saying this, he lay motionless on the platform, with a dazed look on his face for a long time.
"Take those things off me," he said suddenly.
He was ordering me, the owner of the space where he was standing. Tianyuan immediately realized this.
Who does this human think he is? How dare he do whatever he wants by relying on his own value? According to my usual behavior instructions, I should create some wounds on him as a lesson.
… Well, this feeling is indeed very novel. After such a long time, this is the second carbon-based creature that can command me but I cannot punish.
Tianyuan didn't need to raise his hand, and the restraints on the platform retracted back to their original positions.