Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

He made me trust him.

If it was before, I would definitely not want to agree.

Trusting this kind of thing is actually very similar to a poisonous oath. It is essentially a gamble, and regardless of success or failure, the bet cannot be withdrawn.

Jing Nian's bet was these whip marks, and what he wanted to win was me who was intact with a whip.

Is there any reason for me not to believe that the only person in the world who is willing to be enslaved by a machine?

So I settled down, relaxed my body, and my toes drooped, like a tired bird returning to its nest, and landed on his shoulders.

Then it gradually moved down, passed the well-defined collarbone, kissed his rough wound, the blood was wet and slippery, the toes were glued together, and when it was close to the chest, the beating frequency was significantly accelerated.

I don't know if it's the pain or the heartbeat.

I sniffed and whispered, "Actually, I only know what pain feels like today."

"What do you feel?"

"I absolutely don't want to experience that feeling again, so...so don't make yourself hurt anymore...this time, I owe you first..."

"Why do you owe it?"

"Because I found that the relationship between devotion and devotion is not long-lasting, and even if you want to pay back, it will often be delayed for a while. People and people rely on mutual debt to continue the relationship, just like me. Like you, your mind has never changed, but it took me a long time to understand."

Jing Nian didn't comment on what I thought was a subtle perception, but just looked down at the feet that had moved to his waist, and murmured: "But it's very beautiful."

I also looked down and saw that the round nails seemed to be stained with the juice of crushed impatiens.

When he turned to Jing Nian again, he had already closed his eyes, rested his forehead on my bare knee, and said softly: "I want to get even."

As he spoke, he bit his calf hard, leaving a bruised tooth mark that obviously couldn't be compared with the welt marks all over his body. The pain was minimal, and Jing Nian lightly rubbed the mark with the tip of his nose.

"I don't care what relationship lasts, you can't run away anyway."

My heart beat as fast as a drum, and when I came back to my senses, my toes had landed on the ground, and the puppet show "Lei Zehua Xu" was over.

No matter how lifelike the painting on the screen is, the thunderstorm is false.Jing Nian coldly opened his eyes, like a giant dragon waking up from a dormant swamp, he was never the one to be led.

The reversed yin and yang are about to come back upside down.

He entered a state of complete demonization, no longer restrained himself, released his divine consciousness, and the demon energy rushed out at a speed dozens of times earlier, like the last curse before dawn, covering the entire lifeless Palace of Eternal Life.

He was imprisoned by Bai Shaohan when he was young, and the overflow of devilish energy will eventually bite him back, so his behavior at the moment, at first glance, is tantamount to dying together, but in fact it is a bright future.

It is known that the half-demonized Jing Nian can resonate with No. 3, and the hybrid physique of the fairy and the devil seems to be extremely taboo in the world view of this game. I have not heard of a second person, which means that it is a unique player. The special achievements will not reset to zero when the game is restarted.

That's why Jing Nian said that they are the same from the inside out.

But No. 3 is able to openly act as a national teacher admired by thousands of people and a prophet who knows everything.

I have a guess, No. 2 is not only a tool to monitor me, but also the incarnation of the demonic energy in his body, which comes and goes without a trace, and has been hidden so far and no one has discovered it.

Sure enough, the dense black mist formed by the magic energy wrapped the strings layer by layer, from as thin as a hair to as thick as a python.

Jing Nian was absorbing the demonic energy of No. 3, and the sound of the strings snapping on the piano could be heard endlessly. The whole process was surprisingly smooth, as if the demonic energy was originally one with him.

Behind the screen, Yanshi finally sensed the danger—Jing Nian was out of their control.

So they chose to take back the rope.

My body lost weight for a moment, and I flew towards the screen behind me like a kite.

Seeing this, Jing Nian forcibly sliced ​​through the black mist. The sword's inspiration was damaged by the master's spiritual consciousness, and he roared like a trapped animal.

Then, with the tension of the rope, he climbed over and swung his sword to cut off the screen at the middle.

Immediately, blood splattered, puppets and Yanshi were mixed together, Jing Nian accurately found Qin Sanchu, and snatched the porcelain bottle from her hand.

But there was no pill in the bottle at all.

Jing Nian, whose spiritual consciousness was devoured by the demon, couldn't calm down, just like an arrow in a bow, without turning back, he smashed the porcelain bottle immediately, and raised his sword to stab Qin Sanchu.

She also knew that resistance was futile, so she finally looked at the other Yanshi reluctantly, closed her eyes, and waited silently for the sword to fall.

The woman's heart-piercing cry sounded in my ears, but I couldn't hear anything, and there was only one thought in my mind.

Jing Nian cannot be allowed to make a big mistake.

The elder and his disciples were sleeping soundly a few hundred meters away. If it was known that he lost control and killed someone, it would be over.

When I realized it, I was already standing in front of Jing Nian, tightly holding his hand holding the hilt of the sword.

During the fight, his out-of-focus eyes fell on me, his body suddenly trembled like a convulsion, and he fell to the ground, barely brushing Qin Sanchu's neck.

The concubines ran over to hug her in panic, and the whole group cried bitterly, and survived the catastrophe.

I was just glad that I successfully stopped Jing Nian, but he fell back as if he had let go of his strength, and I lost my balance while holding him, and threw myself on Jing Nian.

Pro-test, hitting the nose hurts more than being bitten.

When I raised my head, I found that Jing Nian was still looking at my face quietly, without blinking.

Seeing that he had come to his senses, I said angrily, "What are you looking at?"

He didn't make a sound, and suddenly approached, so close that the crow's feather-like eyelashes brushed my cheeks.

What I did once would be a conditioned reflex the second time, so I closed my eyes.

But did not wait until the soft touch on the lips.

I only heard Jing Nian ask me: "Brother, are you crying? It was dark in the room just now, and I didn't see clearly."

"I do not have."

"Did you cry in pain?"

"It's just that I'm not used to it yet. How can this little pain be worth it to me..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a heart-rending colic pain in his abdomen. If the pain didn't strike, his face would turn pale, and he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

I used to not understand why Qin Simu was so afraid of pain, but now I finally understand him.

Yes, Heidan hasn't been found yet.

Qin Sanchu obviously didn't deliberately hide the medicine, so it can only mean that she dropped the bag when she got it.

The qin with broken strings on the dragon chair was gone, only the tailless cat was standing on the window sill. It looked back at us and ran away like a ghost.

We chased after it.

It finally came to a desolate beach, where there was no sign of any human habitation, and the sight was full of desolate wild forests, rooted in the water, covered by the morning mist, still dazzlingly red, not inferior to my wedding dress.

No. 2 jumped into the sea, followed by Jing Nian and me.

I was shocked to find that the roots of these aquatic mangroves were far deeper than I imagined. After diving for an unknown number of meters, I saw the roots of all the mangroves gathered in one place, tightly intertwined, forming a net.

No. 2 made a dodge and disappeared out of thin air through the gap between the tree roots.

Then, a scarlet tree root suddenly protruded from the net, separating me from Jing Nian, losing his spiritual protection, and under the impact of huge water pressure, I passed out.

In my last-minute vision, I saw a flaming rhino horn.

"Brother, wake up."

It was Jing Nian's voice.

I opened my eyes and found myself lying in a huge hole with a stick-like thing in my hand, which seemed to be the stump of a puppet. To be precise, even the "ground" under my feet was made of broken pieces. Puppets are piled up. If the puppets are replaced by humans, this place will be a large mass grave.

"Where is this?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I just stayed where I was." Jing Nian replied, "All the dead Yanshi will be sent back here, it's considered that the fallen leaves have returned to their roots."

Then, this is the homeland of Yanshi mentioned in the mission, which is where Qin Sanchu and the others were supposed to come tonight.

I scratched my head and said puzzledly: "But, I just saw a big net made of tree roots."

He didn't answer, but grabbed my hand, looked at the place scratched by tree roots, lowered his eyes and said: "Brother has endured enough today, is it still hurting?"

His voice was so low that my ears were numb, and the teeth marks on my legs were slightly itchy. He replied indiscriminately, "It seems...a little bit?"

Before he finished speaking, his face turned red.

That's weird, are all people like this?When no one cares, it seems that no matter how painful the injury is, I can bear it. When someone cares, I feel that the pain is magnified several times.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, held my hand, and kissed it delicately. Wherever he went, the wound healed immediately.

I was so ashamed, "Okay, let's find an exit first, we can't stay here forever."

A meow came from behind, and No. 2 reappeared with a familiar burning rhinoceros in its mouth.

Burning the rhinoceros to shine on the water can lead to other worlds.

I finally understand why No. 2 just disappeared under my nose.

However, since we have already arrived in the hometown of Yanshi, why hasn't the game system given the next task?

"Brother, don't think about any missions." Jing Nian said suddenly, his smile was still warm, but what he said made me shudder. "It's a waste of effort anyway, no matter what you do, he will die in the end."

I jerked my hand away. "You are number three!"

"Sure enough, no matter how many times, senior brother still can't tell the difference."

"Where is Jing Nian?"

"I don't know." No. 3 looked at me with interest. "Don't mention him, let's talk about something interesting, do you know what the punishment for mission failure is?"

"Why do you think I will fail?" Thinking of the welt marks on Jing Nian's body, the anger in my heart was hard to suppress. "Just because you have reincarnated 78 times, so is it pointless for me to do anything for the 79th time?"

"Be safe, Senior Brother." He pointed his index finger at my lower lip, and I couldn't move for a moment.

He looked at me fixedly, then slowly lay down, pillowed on my lap, and said softly: "I'm just telling you the truth, after all, that's how I died in front of you in the first 78 reincarnations."

I lost my voice in astonishment, I was silent for a long time, and only asked in a muffled voice: "Then tell me, what is the punishment for mission failure?"

"will die."

"Xue Jiajia?"

"You will too."

"But I am a machine. Although I also participated in the mission, how could the machine die..."

Unless the body is destroyed, no backup is left.

"Any character in the game is essentially just a column of data, which can be easily deleted by the system."

He paused, then changed the subject, with a strange light in his eyes, and said, "But, I have a way to keep you."

"Is it the so-called going to reality?" I couldn't help but wonder, "What is reality like?"