Han Sanqian concentrated his mind and asked the guy in a cold voice.
No answer, no response.
"We are all symbionts. If I die, you won't be able to live a good life. However, if you want to kill me, I suggest that you don't need to bother."
"Given my current situation, it won't take long for me to be surrounded by those people and die. The scene of death then will be far more miserable than if you push me into a pool of blood and drown me now. Therefore, such a death will be better than if you do it now.
Much stronger, isn't it?"
Han Sanqian was really a little angry.
"You think I'm killing you?"
That voice rang out leisurely, full of arrogance, disdain, and arrogance.
"Hmph, could it be that for my own good, you pushed me in to take a shower?" Han Sanqian was also in a bad mood, so he simply fought back.
"Have you ever thought that I am a demon? This bloody sea of demonic energy is so strong that I want to go in and inhale it? It's rubbish."
"I have no interest in chatting with people like you. I just don't want you, a loser, to die and bring me down with you."
"If I can replenish my demonic energy in this sea of blood, I will definitely be able to recover a lot of strength and break through the constraints of your body. In your words, I will control you. If you can't do it, I will do it."
After hearing this, Han Sanqian frowned slightly.
In this way, he finally understood the intention of this monster.
He may have selfish motives and want to take advantage of the situation and control Han Sanqian in reverse, but it does help Han Sanqian to a certain extent.
His ability is so strong. Once he recovers, he might be able to create some miracles if he controls Han Sanqian's body to fight the enemy.
However, the more this happened, the more Han Sanqian hesitated.
The blood of the demon dragon boils, and he kills ruthlessly, but at least there is a small bottom line, that is, at the most critical moment, he can still control the blood of the demon dragon.
But it is different when this monster controls me. Maybe I will become his real puppet, my body will always be controlled by him, and my consciousness will be sealed by him from then on.
In fact, in that case, Han Sanqian can be said to be alive, but if you think about it carefully, there is not much difference from being dead.
Moreover, this guy is very cruel by nature. After taking control of himself, no one knows what he will do.
In fact, this is what Han Sanqian least wants to see. He may hurt Su Yingxia, because he knows that he is the most important person to him. He may also become murderous and massacre innocent people.
And these consequences are what Han Sanqian is unwilling to see and bear.
The reason why Han Sanqian hesitated to enter the blood sea and try to digest it was because he was worried that he would be controlled by the blood sea and become a cholera that would endanger the world, and he would be tied to the pillar of historical shame.
Go ahead and be reviled by thousands of people?
Therefore, there is essentially no difference between the two. On the contrary, if you follow the monster's intention, or if you melt the blood sea now that you know the monster's intention, the blood sea will make the monster even more violent and make the innocent people in the world even more attracted by this monster.
violated.
"I don't have much objection to you wanting to control my body. However, I know your virtue very well. For the sake of the world, I will not go to the sea of blood."
Thinking of this, Han Sanqian hurriedly moved his body and suddenly flew upwards. Not only was he trying to stay away from the sea of blood, but he also planned to return home again.
Han Sanqian, who was already worried about the consequences of the blood sea, was of course even more wary when he heard the monster's words, and of course he wanted to stay further away from the place of right and wrong.
But to Han Sanqian's great surprise, he successfully flew up in an instant, and the monster didn't seem to have any intention of stopping him.
This made Han Sanqian very confused. This shouldn't be the case. What kind of play is this monster singing?
Han Sanqian couldn't help but ask: "What do you want?"
