The golden eyes looked at him quietly.
"Do you think that by assuming the identity of a deity, you can demand me to abandon everything?" Su Ming'an softly said, "You hope for me to pursue a longer, farther life. But some things are always more important than life itself. Once you let go of them, a person is nothing more than an animal."
He twisted the sword's blade, its edge glistening with a cold light.
"Is this useful to you?" Deity Ming'an's expression showed confusion, even pressing his right cheek closer against the sword's surface: "You just pierced through my chest, and I'm still fine. Even if you sever my neck, what does it matter?"
His attitude always carried a sense of nonchalance, as if looking down on everyone. But in truth, he was just speaking normally.
"I want to take your head off and use it as a ball." Su Ming'an said.
