Among the six people who wanted to become gods, Yu Qing said to Boshi: Use me! Use me to make you a god! I am dedicated only to you!
Boshi looked at the blood stains on Yu Qing's face and leaned against the wall. He wanted to live. Everyone else knew that he was one of them and would come to him. How could he hold on to his own life without the strength to restrain himself? Seeing the handsome and sunny boy in front doing this for himself, wouldn't he die in the end? The boy seemed to read his thoughts, "In the end, I will only let you become a god!" The boy smiled like a poppy, "You just want to use me!"
Boshi nodded faintly, but the man's lips were pressed against his lips, "I knew I loved you! Bash, I love you so much that I would die for you! Don't reject me! I love you! I love you! I help you win God and you have to fulfill my little wish! I will die for you!"