Ning Busan locked eyes with Leo, whose gray-blue eyes seemed filled with a hazy mist.
A large part of why Emperor Leo had so many romantic escapades was because of those eyes, which looked deeply affectionate even when staring at a dog.
But Ning Busan knew that the moment this guy opened his mouth, his true nature would be fully exposed.
Sure enough...
Leo crossed his arms. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I turned back into a human, while you became an undead. How the tables have turned! Though, you look absolutely hideous like this!”
Lobao retorted angrily, “You're lying! My daddy isn't ugly!”
Ning Busan's bones were pale and cold, yet they possessed a beauty that made one shudder.
His forehead bone was broad and smooth, his brow bones high and sharp, his cheekbones clean-cut, and his neck bones slender and well-proportioned.
It was precisely because all flesh and blood had been stripped away that the sheer perfection of his bone structure stood out even more.
“Right, right, right! He's not ugly; he's a work of art sculpted by death!” Leo looked at Ning Busan and teased, “Are you satisfied with that description, God-Defying Skeletal Remains, Pupil of the Void, End of the Scourge, Underworld Chanter—Noctis?”
Ning Busan asked, “Do you even know the meaning of the word 'presumptuous'?”
Leo burst into loud laughter. “Hahahahahahaha...”
“Did anyone give you permission to laugh?” Lucifer lashed out with a chain.
Leo barely dodged, ducking behind Ning Busan, and yelled at Lucifer in exasperation: “Don't you know you shouldn't hit people in the face? You must be jealous of my dashing good looks, so you're trying to ruin this beautiful flower!”
Lucifer hadn't actually intended to kill him, but at this moment, his murderous intent became very real.
Ning Busan reached back and choked Leo. “If you don't want to turn back into an undead, you'd better explain everything honestly! Why did you have the Undead Clan cultivate the power of chaos?”
“Hey, we can talk this out! Keep your hands to yourself!” Leo coughed lightly. “It's a long story...”
Ning Busan threateningly poked his carotid artery with his bony fingers.
“Actually, it can be summarized in a single sentence!” Leo knew when to yield. “Once the barrier of the Landia Continent shatters, the undead will be the most susceptible to the bewitchment of the chaos will, turning into puppets.”
Lucifer asked, “Then by having them cultivate the power of chaos, aren't you just accelerating their descent into becoming puppets?”
Leo explained, “The power of chaos is highly corrosive by nature. By proactively accepting and taming it, the undead can actually adapt to the chaos will to some extent, thereby avoiding complete control.”
Ning Busan raised an eyebrow. “So you did all this to ensure the survival of the Undead Clan?”
Leo flipped the stray hairs on his forehead and said narcissistically, “I couldn't help it. Who told me to be such a kind-hearted person!”
Ning Busan sneered. “Then why did you teach Lucifer the power of chaos? Did you know all along that he would be controlled?”
“That was a complete accident!” Leo's expression became highly complicated. “I didn't expect someone to quietly head to the Ruins Beyond the Boundary all by himself and even leave a clone there.”
Ning Busan: “...”
Are we never going to let this go?
“Of course, it's not your fault!” Leo said. “Blame the God of Light for being so careless and making such a rookie mistake! He went all the way to the Ruins Beyond the Boundary, yet he couldn't even properly eliminate a clone!”
Ning Busan: “You really have a double standard!”
Leo was also quite helpless.
He had deliberately taught Lucifer the power of chaos because he knew long ago that the God of Light would make a move on Ning Busan, and Lucifer would definitely choose to help him.
But Ning Busan's actions were unpredictable.
His clone being utilized by the entity in the Ruins Beyond the Boundary, which in turn controlled Lucifer and nearly killed Ning Busan—that was indeed an accident.
Even a seer wasn't omnipotent!
Lucifer stared at Leo and questioned, “Weren't you an undead before as well? Why didn't you cultivate the power of chaos then?”
Leo put on a weak and fragile front. “I'm just a defenseless seer. Charging into battle and doing dangerous things is, of course, a job for you guys~”
Ning Busan couldn't stand his melodramatic act and kicked him directly. “Stop putting on a show.”
If he were truly defenseless, there was no way he would have survived ten thousand years ago!
Ning Busan asked, “Will the barrier of the Landia Continent really break?”
Leo said, “That depends on whether you can become the Silver-Crowned God before it completely shatters.”
Ning Busan: “...”
Talk about pressure.
Ning Busan said decisively, “I will have all the undead cultivate the power of chaos.”
Lucifer frowned. “You actually believe him? What if he's lying to you? What if he allied with the Ruins Beyond the Boundary long ago?”
“You suspect me? You suspect me? You suspect me?” Leo's voice grew louder with each question, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“If I hadn't taught you how to control the power of chaos, do you think you could have fought the God of Light on equal terms? And now you're doubting me? Talk about burning bridges after crossing them!”
Lucifer was at a loss for words. He looked at Ning Busan, seemingly waiting for him to take a stand.
Ning Busan said softly, “I trust him.”
Lucifer had nothing left to say.
Leo deliberately leaned closer to Lucifer and asked, “So, is my interrogation over?”
Lucifer let out a cold snort. “I'll be watching you!”
The next second, Leo casually pulled out a mouthwatering roasted duck and asked with a bright smile, “Want some?”
Ning Busan: “...”
“It seems a certain someone can't eat right now. How pitiful!” Leo's smile was incredibly punchable. “Louis, why aren't you speaking? Is something on your mind?”
Ning Busan didn't need to speak; he had a doting brother to speak for him.
“Did anyone say you could eat?” Lucifer snatched the roasted duck from Leo's hands, his gaze sharp enough to kill.
“Louis, control him!” Leo immediately collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest. “The rebirth of the dead, growing flesh over dry bones—that process is incredibly painful.”
“I came to find you the moment I recovered, and now I'm so weak I'm practically dying. Unless you give me back my roasted duck, I will pass away right here on the spot.”
Ning Busan comforted him, “Don't worry, I'll burn paper money for you!”
Leo looked at this exceptionally cold man, then turned to whisper to Lobao, “Your daddy is so ugly now. Why don't you just ditch him? I'll raise you!”
Ning Busan laughed out of anger. “Trying to abduct my son right in front of me? Are you looking for a death wish?”
Lobao said firmly, “Daddy, no matter what you look like, I will always stay by your side!”
Ning Busan's heart melted completely. “So good. Let Daddy give you a hug!”
Leo, who had taken care of Lobao for a long time and knew his temperament all too well: “...”
You never spoke in such a high-pitched, cutesy voice when you were talking to me!
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