Please draw your way of death

Chapter 103

Meng Qishu felt that he must have not slept well, that's why today's behavior was so abnormal.

Coming out of the residence of the chosen one, before Meng Qishu took two steps, he saw a familiar figure standing at the corner, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Meng Qishu didn't intend to talk to him, and was about to walk around him, but was stopped by Omelande.

"The lord is looking for you." Omiland leaned his back against the corner of the wall, tilted his head slightly, and said to Meng Qishu's back with a smile on his face.

So Meng Qishu could only stop, turned around and looked at him impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"I don't know." Omeland answered simply, with his signature gentle smile still on his lips, "It's probably related to today's work situation."

After completing the work on the day of the moon festival, each dedicated person must report to the lord on the work situation. If necessary, they can recommend a few candidates who feel good about themselves as candidates for the moon festival.

Although Meng Qishu didn't think it was such a necessary thing.

"Where is he?"

"The study on the top floor."

After getting the answer he wanted, Meng Qishu turned around and left, but was unexpectedly stopped by Omelande again.

"Don't you say thank you?"

"..." Meng Qishu paused, and a smile appeared on his expressionless face. He turned his head to look at Omi Lande, with a bit of cannibalism in his smile, "Thank you to your whole family!"

It was already noon when Meng Qishu came back from Huaiwu.

Just as Omeland said, Huaiwu came to him because of today's work progress.

In addition, it also explained the security work of some confidential information.

Because the blood race captured and ruled the human city, it is inevitable that there will be resistance among the human beings, which was vividly displayed in the previous moon festivals.

Since the blood clan decided to carry out the ritual of moon sacrifice, human beings began to use this time of each month to make some small moves without interruption.

They want to overthrow the rule of the blood race by obtaining the confidential information of the blood race. Meng Qishu knows this. Human beings have indeed successfully obtained it in the previous moon festivals, but fortunately, the information is incomplete and has not caused any substantial impact s damage.

Meng Qishu recalled what Huaiwu had explained to him, and walked towards his residence along the direction in his memory.

From the stairs at the end of the corridor, the entire third floor is his private space, and no one else will approach here on weekdays, but at this moment, there is an extra outsider who obviously does not belong here in the stairwell on the third floor.

"You...shouldn't you be in the residence over the courtyard?" Meng Qishu glanced at the man who was a few steps up, and there was some obvious hesitation in his words.

"If you want to be selected in the Moon Festival, show more performance, maybe you will be noticed." Ning Mian finally stood up from the wall, with a smile on her face, "Your Highness, this is what you said personally. of."

It turned out that he wanted to get the first place for the Moon Festival through his side.

Meng Qishu's doubts dissipated a little.

"You came here from the courtyard, did no one stop you?"

During the Moon Festival, although the overall defense of the main hall will be weakened a bit, it will not be so empty that a blood race walking all the way from there will not be able to touch it.

Since the confidential information of the blood clan has always been in charge of the blood clan lord and the four princes respectively, it has always been the default rule of the hall that the residences of these people are not open to the public.

"Someone stopped it before." But in the end it didn't stop him.

Naturally, Ning Mian would not tell Meng Qishu the truth in the end, he stepped aside to give Meng Qishu room to go upstairs: "I sneaked here."

Meng Qishu was going to go to the corridor on the third floor, but when he heard Ning Mianzhong's words, he couldn't help but turned his head to look at him.

I saw a slight smile on the other party's lips, this attitude really didn't seem like a joke.

"If you want to get the first embrace quota," he said with seriousness in his eyes, "it's useless to pester me."

"I have no interest in picking people up in the Moon Festival."

"Then who should I pester?" Ning Mianzhong's voice was still steady, and when he listened carefully, there was a bit of gentleness, and he didn't feel any disappointment because of Meng Qishu's refusal.

"Three generations of blood races in the hall, they usually choose the candidates from the moon festival candidates for the first embrace, and take them as their subordinates." Meng Qishu patiently explained, "If you are lucky, you may also be Pick it up from the other two princes besides Omelande."

Being first embraced by the prince can directly become a third-generation blood family, which is much more tempting than accepting the first embrace of a three-generation blood family.

"understood."

Seeing that the other party seemed to have listened to his persuasion, Meng Qishu didn't say anything more, turned around and went to his room.

In his eyes, the man who came to his residence was no different from the other candidates for the Moon Festival except that Meng Qishu could talk to him with a rare good temper.

After Meng Qishu entered the third floor for a while, Ning Mian who was standing in the stairwell did not leave, but turned around and stepped into the corridor on the third floor.

Walking along the corridor, the door in the middle of the corridor clearly attracted Ning Mianzhong's attention.

Not surprisingly, Meng Qishu should have entered this room just now.

Ning Mian finally took out a card from his pocket and stuck it on the door lock. The next second, the locked door made a slight sound and slowly opened in front of him.

The windows in the house were blocked by heavy curtains, and the whole room was shrouded in darkness. There was a large bed in the back of the house, surrounded by a layer of curtains.

Meng Qishu seemed to be very tired, and he lay on his back on the bed without even drawing the curtain.

His calf was hanging by the side of the bed, and his knees were pressing against a small part of the bed curtain. Due to the light, Ning Mian couldn't see the scene clearly.

He walked over with light steps, and was about to pick up Meng Qishu's legs and place him on the bed, but before he bent down, he saw a hand stretched out from the half-covered bed curtain in front of him.

The other party's movements were very fast, and Ning Mian only had time to react in his mind for a second, and the next second, the other party grabbed the collar and turned over and pushed him down on the bed.

The cold blade was pressed against the skin of his neck, Ning Mian finally looked up along the arm resting on his neck, and met a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness.

Due to the angle, Meng Qishu's figure was against the light, and his knees were propped on the edge of the bed, in a posture of straddling Ning Mianzhong's waist.

However, the strength in his hands did not release water at all. While pressing Ning Mianzhong's shoulder with one hand, the dagger tightly held in the other hand pressed down mercilessly on the opponent's neck.

"I heard that a group of people are coming to the hall to steal something recently." Meng Qishu said, the look in his eyes was unambiguous, calm as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

Ning Mian didn't struggle in the end, his head sank into the soft bed, he raised his eyes to look at Meng Qishu: "Do you think I'm one of them?"

"I didn't think so before." Meng Qishu lowered his eyes a little, looking down at Ning Mianzhong, "But now, maybe you can explain to me why you picked the lock on my door."

If you just want to "show performance", then this kind of "performance" seems a bit too much, right?

"I can't explain this." To Meng Qishu's surprise, under such circumstances, Ning Mian was able to ignore the dagger in his hands and stared at him with his usual gentle eyes without fear, "But I can Promise, I will always be loyal to you."

Meng Qishu didn't answer in a hurry, he looked at Ning Mianzhong under him expressionlessly for a while, and suddenly sneered.

The hand on the opponent's shoulder moved downstream, Meng Qishu accurately took out a silver nail from Ning Mianzhong's pocket, pinched it with his hand and placed it between the two, the corners of his lips were slightly raised with a little mockery, as if In front of questioning, the authenticity of this person's promise.

"If I really fell asleep just now, do you think it will stick to me now?"

The sarcasm of doubt in Meng Qishu's eyes was too obvious, making Ning Mian's final defense seem so weak.

"I didn't want to use it to hurt you..."

The person under him moved, and the alarm bell sounded in Meng Qishu's heart, when Ning Mian finally grabbed his wrists and flipped him over the bed.

The opponent folded his wrists together, pressed one hand on the top of his head, and took the opportunity to touch the silver nail and dagger in his hand with the other hand and threw it aside.

Ning Mian finally lowered her head, and as expected, she saw Meng Qishu's angry face, and with his free hand, he hooked the silver nail from the side, and when he pressed it against Meng Qishu's heart, the struggling man calmed down instantly. up.

"I'm not interested in the confidential information of the blood race," Ning Mianchu's voice was still steady, the silver nail in his hand moved a little closer to Meng Qishu's heart, but the expression in his eyes was elusive and difficult to understand , "I'm here to take it away."

Threatened by the silver nails in Ning Mianzhong's hands, Meng Qishu didn't dare to move. The corners of his lips curled up, and he looked back at Ning Mianzhong's gaze: "Is this also your task?"

"Take away the heart of a blood race?"

"This is not our mission..." Unexpectedly, Ning Mianzhong answered quickly this time, his eyes still resting on Meng Qishu, and he was silent for a moment before continuing, "This is my mission."

The other party's voice suddenly fell in the second half of the sentence, with unparalleled seriousness and sadness, and the suddenly quiet atmosphere made Meng Qishu not know how to react for a while.

The emotion in Ning Mian's final eyes was very strange, this kind of obscure emotion solidified the atmosphere between the two, and made Meng Qishu feel very uncomfortable.

So he put away the smile on his face, and silently waited for the other party's next words.

But who would have thought that the other party just looked at him silently for a while, then suddenly let go of him.

"Just now, I could have driven this silver nail into your heart, but I didn't." Ning Mian finally looked at Meng Qishu who was lying still on the bed, and stuffed the silver nail into his pocket, " Now this silver nail is handed over to you, I just want to say—"

"It's not a lie to be loyal to you."

The author says:

Because of the final week, there is a high probability that it will be too late to update recently, so don't wait!

The full text will be completed in mid-to-late July!