The male god, he is handsome and cracks the sky [Quick time travel]

Eighth World 9

……Oh.

Zhou Bai didn't expect this.

He paused and looked up at Samuel.

Samuel didn't seem to realize how earth-shattering words he said, leisurely and lightly shaking the blood-red wine in the glass, leaning on the back of the chair relaxedly, there was even a leisurely smile on the corner of his mouth, dark purple eyes The eyes reflected the light and wine, showing bright flashes.

Zhou Bai didn't know which act was more stupid to reveal his intention to overthrow the rule of Yiren in front of a Yiren who belonged to the most powerful family, and to invite the warden who guarded him to join his ranks of riots. .

Apparently Samuel didn't know either.

So he just did it all at once.

Zhou Bai narrowed his eyes, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a tiny smile.

Just like an iceberg suddenly collapsed and melted in an instant, the brilliant and dazzling halo broke through the dark clouds.

Then that smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared, without a trace, almost making people think it was a sudden hallucination.

Shen Chen felt that his heartbeat seemed to be beating irregularly a few times, and it took a few seconds before he realized to keep breathing.

"That depends on how you convince me." Zhou Bai said.

Pale to morbid cheeks, golden eyelashes, cold gray-blue pupils, light-colored thin lips, and tight facial curves, he is still the indestructible warden who is as indestructible as a marble statue, repelling people like an iceberg thousands of miles.

Samuel looked at Zhou Bai firmly.

After a few seconds, he took another sip of the red wine, lowered his eyelids to cover the expression in his eyes, and when he looked up again, he had regained his playboy-style elegant smile.

"It's just intuition." He said with a smile, the tip of his scarlet tongue lightly and slowly licked the rim of the cup, his tone was slow and low, "I think we can get along well..."

Naturally, he made this invitation not because of any intuition, or any whim or impulse.

During the short fight on the other day, Samuel had already discovered that the strength of the warden was unfathomable and terrifying. Even though he was not prepared at the time, such strength really made him unpredictable...

In this chess game that he thought was a foregone conclusion, there appeared a force out of control, which caused an unknown variable to appear in his plan that had a certain chance of winning.

Samuel would never allow this to happen.

But if he gets rid of him rashly... Leaving aside whether he has the strength to exclude him from the whole plan, even if he succeeds, this move is enough to attract unnecessary attention from the high-level, and even make him fall short.

This gave him a bold idea.

Since it cannot be ruled out, it is better to use it for me.

But if he wanted to succeed, he had to know him well enough, at least he had to be [-]% sure that Evans would not contact his high-level executives immediately before he could show his cards to him.

And the message from Edward Jollydell assures it.

As for the remaining [-]%...

After all, the success of every great task requires a certain amount of luck, doesn't it?

All he could do was give it a go.

Samuel lowered his head and sniffed the clear wine in the glass, with a careless smile on his lips.

Hearing the other party's vague answer, he knew that he had made the right bet.

Zhou Bai lowered his head and took a sip of the wine in his glass.

The slender and dense golden eyelashes hang down, and the scarlet red wine is reflected in the pupils of the eyes, and the shimmering waves are churning in the cold pupils.

He put down the wine glass, and the base of the glass lightly touched the table, making a soft "beep".

His original intention was not to help them accomplish any purpose.

It's to delay my time in this world.

After all, ever since he encountered the system's task executor head-on in the last world, it made him very clear that the system was closer than he imagined.

However, even if he is not injured, with the energy he has gathered in so many worlds, even in his heyday, it would be difficult for him to fight against the system.

So now his biggest chance to come back is the energy body left by Wen Sa.

As a top-level executor who has performed hundreds of missions under the system, Zhou Bai clearly knows how fast the system is self-renewing and expanding, and it has been a long time since he forcibly left the system. , the system must already be different from the previous version.

And Wen Sa's memory... is likely to reveal the weak point of the system for him.

However, now this breakthrough point has also encountered a bottleneck.

Zhou Bai pursed the corners of his lips slightly invisibly, raised his eyes and casually glanced at the two people in front of him.

Shen Chen has calmed down at this moment, at least on the surface, and now he is looking down at a piece of lettuce on the plate, wholeheartedly minimizing his sense of existence.

Samuel, on the other hand, had a relaxed and relaxed face, elegantly cutting the delicacies in front of him with a knife and fork, and his table manners were impeccable.

——His strategy of procrastinating the plot has also reached a deadlock, and it is obvious.

Zhou Bai slightly raised the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner.

Well, the best and only way now is to keep up with the plot, so as to grasp the rhythm of the plot to prevent disconnection, and to attract the attention of the laws of the plane and even the system.

What's more...he is really interested in revolution.

Zhou Bai narrowed his eyes.

But... Zhou Bai really didn't expect Samuel to tell a member of the ruling class of the hostile Inhuman Race so straightforwardly about his purpose—even if not all of it.

If it wasn't him standing in front of him, he might feel that Samuel was either too stupid or too naive.

Even if the plot that Zhou Bai received was incomplete, those fragments alone can make people impressed by his exhaustive strategy, and Zhou Bai would never be so stupid as to treat the person in front of him as someone with no chest Straw bag.

Then... there is only one possible factor that contributed to Samuel's determination to draw him into his camp...

A pair of blue-gray eyes that were three points similar to him but perfectly concealed by gentleness and elegance flashed in front of his eyes.

Edward Joe Riddle.

He is the only one who has been the biggest variable since Zhou Bai confronted Samuel last time, and as a character most closely related to the original body, his evaluation of Evans Joridel is enough to affect Samuel's response to Zhou Bai's next plan.

But...the problem is...

During the two days that he and Edward hadn't seen each other——

What exactly did he say?

Zhou Bai lowered his eyes, looking casually at his naturally curled fingers on the chair. The depths of his gray-blue eyes were like cold waves rolling in the gap of the abyss.