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Gus was stunned.

He carefully recalled every word he had just said.

Then, he took a deep breath and squinted, immersing himself in the thoughts that were as sharp as blades.

"Indeed. It was not an idea that my old self could come up with.

Gus smiled. The curve of his lips gradually turned into Lu Qingchen's appearance, but there was something that belonged to him in the deepest part of his eyes.

The young man said casually, "But was Lu Qingchen the only one who infected me? What about you, my great creator? Did you never plant your ideas in the depths of my soul?"

"Moreover, my soul, my will, and my everything were all created by you. If Lu Qingchen corrupted 1% of my thoughts, then the remaining 99% of my thoughts were created by you, or even your thoughts.