Please draw your way of death

Chapter 68 You Are Lame

"Then this question can only be left to observe tomorrow, and it's getting late, everyone, go to bed." Mu Xiaoyun finally decided after looking at the night outside the window.

Everyone had no objections, and after saying goodbye, they dispersed at the door of the room.

"When did you use your coin?" Meng Qishu was still wondering about the whereabouts of Ning Mianzhong's coin until he returned to the door of his room.

If you can ask the director another question, maybe the bug will be found.

What a shame, why was that first coin wasted in the first place?

"I'll just use the dungeon in the suburban campus." Ning Mian finally pushed open the door, and reached out to Meng Qishu, who was standing indifferently by the door, "I've entered the room, why are you standing there?"

"Campus on the outskirts of the city... what can you do with that book?" Meng Qishu frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

Could it be that he went to the dungeon boss to change the key in the end?

It shouldn't be, he left all the clues, Ning Mian should not fail to understand in the end.

"Before the dungeon came out, I had a heart-to-heart talk with the boss of the dungeon." Ning Mian finally bent down and grabbed Meng Qishu's wrist, led him into the room, closed the door, and looked down at his hair. source."

Meng Qishu paused as he followed him forward: "Can I ask?"

When he was talking softly with his old friend, the dean, he didn't see that he could get these things out.

"Theoretically, it's impossible..." Ning Mian finally pushed Meng Qishu down on the edge of the bed, lowered her head, and met his puzzled eyes.

But Ning Mian definitely does not belong to the theoretical one.

Meng Qishu understood Ning Mianzhong's meaning almost instantly. He hooked one of Ning Mianzhong's hands on his shoulders, scratched his palm lightly with his fingertips, raised his head and chuckled, "Tell me, huh?"

"Is it good?" Ning Mian finally put the other hand on Meng Qishu's side, and moved slightly closer, holding him in her arms, with her eyes downcast, she glanced lightly over his lips.

Meng Qishu was forced to lean back by this blow, put one hand on the bed behind him, put the other on his shoulder, and slid his fingertips from the shoulder to the neck, rubbing against the side of his face, softening his eyebrows and eyes Smile: "Yes..."

He raised his head, stretched his neck and approached, lightly touched Ning Mianzhong's lips, moved away a little, and breathed on his lips with the corners of his lips hooked, with a low bewitching voice and a slight smile: "...Tell me, End of sleep?"

"..." Ning Mian finally looked at Meng Qishu's smiling eyes with lowered eyebrows for two seconds, lowered her head a little, brought her lips together, and rubbed against Meng Qishu's lips that were close at hand, but did not move further. the meaning of.

Meng Qishu was waiting for his next words, when Ning Mian finally said, "That's why I didn't ask."

Meng Qishu: ...Huh?

With slightly astonished gazes, Ning Mian finally bypassed the back of Meng Qishu's head with his other free hand in time, pressed it down, directly broke through the defense, and drove straight in.

Meng Qishu retreated subconsciously, but was blocked by his hand on the back of his head. He could only squint his eyes slightly, looking at him messing around with a flushed face, and there was a little annoyance in his eyes that he was being fooled.

When the two parted, Meng Qishu's hand on his shoulder was clenched and released, and then clenched again.His eyes were gloomy, and when he was about to punch him, his hand was suddenly grabbed by the person in front of him.

"I didn't get an official answer, but some inaccurate gossip, do you want it?" Ning Mian finally pulled Meng Qishu's hand over, kissed him on the lips, and turned her head to look at him with a smile.

Meng Qishu didn't come up in one breath, but was blocked in the middle, so it's not right to let it out like this, or not to let it go.

He gritted his teeth, smiled sullenly, took his hand out of Ning Mianzhong's hand, and clasped it on the side of his neck, with his thumb resting on his Adam's apple, with a look of "Don't dare to do anything wrong to kill you!" "The posture: "Say."

"Let's think about it, what is our purpose of entering the dungeon?" Ning Mian finally did not resist, let him lock his throat without moving, just looked directly at Meng Qishu and said.

"Make a copy." Meng Qi replied expressionlessly.

"..." The words that Ning Mian had planned to be persuasive got stuck in his throat for a moment, his lips moved, and he couldn't hold back a "puchi" smile.

Meng Qishu's face was sullen, his eyes narrowed even more, he lifted his chin slightly, and "Is there any problem" written all over his face?

"Perhaps... that's right?" Ning Mian was finally stared at by Meng Qishu, at least he restrained his smile a little, and he didn't continue his step-by-step guidance plan, he let go and said, "But the most essential purpose of our coming here , isn’t it to survive?”

Meng Qishu didn't speak, but signaled him to continue with his eyes.

"We entered the dungeon because we encountered death threats. Only by completing the mission of the dungeon can we continue to live." Ning Mian finally landed on Meng Qishu's somewhat arrogant expression, his eyes darkened, and he closed his eyes , Slightly dispelled some of those inappropriate thoughts, and continued, "The dungeon is the same, it needs something to make itself work, so as to prove its survival."

"It's something you can't see or touch. Is there any need to prove that you are alive?" Meng Qishu frowned, a little disgusted.

It's this thing that makes him have to escape every once in a while, isn't it annoying!

"But no matter what it is, the choice of whether it survives or not is up to you." Ning Mian finally clasped the wrist that Meng Qishu pressed on her neck with one hand, and rubbed it carefully with her fingertips. The machine that works depends entirely on one's own will."

"After all..."

Ning Mian finally smiled, with a bit of relief: "Survival is an instinct, no matter what the situation is."

"Then we all get what we need?" Meng Qishu loosened his strength, and Ning Mianzhong's fingertips penetrated through the heel of his palm, and they clasped backhands. He didn't care, and continued, "The system depends on We maintain our vitality to prove our own survival; and we also need to use the system to continue our life and realize our own survival..."

"It can be understood in this way." Ning Mian's eyes flickered at the end, and the hand intertwined with Meng Qishu's ten fingers was sent forward. When Meng Qishu didn't notice for a while, he directly took him down on the bed, and the other hand went to relieve him. Buttons at the end of the shirt.

Meng Qishu was still thinking about the dungeon, but he was caught off guard, and his brain froze for a moment. When he realized it, Ning Mian finally undid half of his shirt from bottom to top.

"Ning Mianzhong!" Meng Qishu was a little annoyed, he lifted his legs up, bent his knees against Ning Mianzhong's waist, remembering what he had fooled just now, his face was still reddened with resentment, "Be honest, don't mess around bump."

"I've finished all the questions I should ask. It's time to wash up and go to bed." Ning Mian remained unmoved. He pressed Meng Qishu's calf on his waist, pulled it to the side, pressed it to the side, and continued just now. Unfinished business, "Take off your clothes, I'll carry you to the bathroom."

Meng Qishu was dumbfounded, looking at him like a fool: "Ning Mianzhong, is it because I'm disabled or you have cerebral palsy?"

Why are you taking him to the bathroom?Something wrong?

"You're useless." Ning Mian finally said without hesitation, the hand that unbuttoned him moved down a little, and rubbed the back of his hand on the slender waist without any trace.

I can't eat it again, so what's the matter with getting more and cheaper.

Thinking of Meng Qishu's attitude towards himself and the heroine in the dungeon in the past two days, Ning Mian finally lost his composure after such a comparison.

So the originally gentle movements became a little impatient.

Meng Qishu didn't understand why this well-behaved man went crazy, he pressed Ning Mian's hand that was finally unbuttoning himself, and retorted with him with a frown: "I'm not useless!"

"You're useless." Ning Mian finally looked at him seriously, and said as if something happened, "You're crippled."

"..." Meng Qishu's facial expression twitched.

You're just crippled!

Stupid stuff!

In the end, Meng Qishu kicked Ning Mianzhong away, grabbed the towel and went into the bathroom cursing.

On the fourth day, the situation in the dungeon became significantly more serious.

Not only has the number of appearances decreased significantly compared to the first day, but the director himself has higher requirements for the details of script shooting.

When Shao Shiyi approached, Meng Qishu and Ning Mianzhong were flipping through the script and reading the lines.

"Aren't you here yet?" Shao Shiyi leaned directly on the railing next to the two of them, turning his head to look at the scene in the venue.

Because of the trigger of the death opportunity, half of the players have died, and now the vacant position is completely played by a copy NPC, which scares the players so much that they can't even play the script.

From this point of view, duplication does not seem to allow unreasonable phenomena to exist.

Once there is a vacancy, the dungeon will arrange for an NPC to replace it, without delaying the task progress at all.

"Just finished, the next scene may take a while." Ning Mian finally responded, looked up at the script in Shao Shiyi's hand, and asked, "Filming finished?"

"The filming is over." Shao Shiyi withdrew his eyes, looked over, and said with a smile, "What's so good about me as a small supporting role, but the main characters are all on your protagonists."

Meng Qishu, one of the protagonists, had a slumped face, full of displeasure: "I also want to take a supporting role."

Why is the role of male lead brother, neither the male lead nor the female lead, yet there are so many scenes?

Can't you be a good second man?

So angry!Want to hit someone!

Meng Qishu glanced at Ning Mianzhong, and at some point the other party lowered his head again, looking down at his script.

He squinted his eyes, clicked his tongue a little irritably, and suppressed the untimely boredom in his heart.

Itchy hands, want to move...

Meng Qishu shook the script in his hand, held it up in front of his eyes, read two words hastily, and suddenly rolled up the script, propped one hand on the railing beside Ning Mian Shengsheng, and poked one end of the script on Ning Mian Zhong's shoulder with the other hand, Lifting her chin slightly, her eyes were a little bored: "What time is it, are you still only looking at this thing in your hand?"

The author says:

Hiss... quietly asking, is there anyone still following the serialization?

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