Please draw your way of death

Yang Yin wanted to say, the candidate you selected is a dungeon player, and the player is going to complete the mission of the dungeon before leaving, so there is no such thing as betrayal.

But he didn't say anything in the end, and only cast his eyes on Omeland who was not far away.

With the help of Meng Qishu, the situation on Omeland's side became a little more difficult.

The wind force of the large row of wind walls fluctuated from time to time, and it seemed that it could not last long.

Sure enough, not long after Yang Yin's idea came to fruition, the wind wall of Omiland on the opposite side weakened little by little until it returned to nothingness.

At the moment when the wind on the opposite side was weak enough to pose a threat to him, Meng Qishu put away the black mist on his side. He was about to step forward when he felt someone holding his hand from behind.

The cold touch touched his palm, Meng Qishu turned his head, and saw Ning Mianzhong holding the back of his hand with one hand, and pressing several function cards into his palm with the other hand.

Sensing Meng Qishu's gaze, Ning Mian finally raised her eyes to meet him, but pulled him back with her hands: "Protect yourself."

Although Omeland was injured, as a dungeon boss, it is obviously not an easy task to suppress him.

Under the siege of the three of them together, Omelande managed to find some flaws.

Two clumps of black mist blocked the roads on the left and right sides. Meng Qishu jumped out of the middle of the two clumps of black mist at the right time, and aimed the silver nail in his hand at Omeland's heart fiercely!

Omilander seemed to have reacted to Meng Qishu's attack. He raised his hand as if he wanted to summon the black mist-like bats to resist, but in the end he only summoned a few sporadic bats.

The shining silver nails pierced through the bats that were trying to resist with lightning speed. As the black mist spread around, the silver nails sank into Omeland's chest, and the blood gushing out in an instant soaked Meng Qishu. hands.

"Are you running out of points?" Meng Qishu looked directly at Omiland's pale face with endless indifference. He slowly let go of the silver nail in his hand and watched the other party fall down in front of him. go down.

The NPC of the dungeon has the right to use a special ability in the dungeon, but only at the cost of burning points.

Points are as important to NPCs as function cards are to players. If it is not necessary, no one will use them at will.

But Omeland is an exception.

Meng Qishu rubbed the blood from his hands on the hem of his clothes, but the result was more and more rubbing, so he gave up.

He thought of the last dungeon, where Omeland controlled the flames of the dungeon at will, with a relaxed posture as if this was just his exclusive right.

But when Meng Qishu really learned how to use this right in Omi Lande's way, he realized how extravagant it was!

The rapidly passing numbers are simply killing him!

"I used to... when I came across a work of art I liked, I would always try to get it," Omeland put one hand over his heart, the glaring blood continued to overflow from his fingers, but he didn't seem to feel it Yes, he only looked up at Meng Qishu with his slightly smiling eyes, and said out of breath, "You have the fearlessness and madness I want in you...you are a good embryo, but unfortunately I can't get it."

Meng Qishu looked at him quietly, his downcast and condescending eyes made it hard for people to see what he was thinking.

Or maybe nothing at all.

The color was gradually withdrawn from Omeland's eyes, until the last moment, his gaze stayed on Meng Qishu, with vague regret.

[Congratulations to the player for successfully clearing the dungeon.Dungeon task: Help the organization to overthrow the rule of the blood clan - achieved. 】

[Next, ask the player to draw your death method. 】

Meng Qishu took a step back, and was about to turn around when someone pressed his shoulder first.

The familiar breath leaned over, his chin was pinched and lifted, and he twisted forcefully to meet the lips and teeth of the person behind him.

Meng Qishu didn't resist, and let the opponent break through the city all the way, venting his initial feelings with impatience and patience.

After the kiss was over, the two separated a little, and then heard Yang Yin's slightly difficult voice from the side.

"Ning Mian, you..."

Yang Yin met Ning Mianzhong's eyes dumbfounded, pulled him aside without saying a word, and whispered accusations: "Why are you still messing with the dungeon NPC! When did it happen? It's only been like this for two days? "

Yang Yin's world view has been greatly damaged. He can't figure out why a good player wants to provoke the NPC of the dungeon, and this posture seems to be for real!

He remembered that not long ago, Meng Qishu confidently told him - my people will not betray me.

At that time, who would have thought that it was such a "my person"!

And they only knew each other for four or five days in the instance!

"Actually... that's my lover." Ning Mian finally looked innocent, and upon closer inspection, she seemed to have a little guilty conscience to hide.

"The lover you just met for four days?" Yang Yin gritted his teeth, making up his mind to wake up the impulsive young man in front of him, "You have to think clearly, you are the player who wants to make a dungeon, but he can only stay In this copy, the two of you..."

"It's not that we just met, we've known each other for two years." Ning Mianzhong's voice was calm, but unexpectedly blocked Yang Yin's next words, he seemed to smile slightly, "The lover who exchanged rings and plans to hold a wedding .”

"I've been looking for him for a long time."

"..." Yang Yin looked at Ning Mianzhong silently, then turned to look at Meng Qishu who was silently waiting beside him after a while, then he opened and closed his mouth, and finally said in a hoarse voice, " sorry, I do not know……"

Ning Mian finally smiled and shook her head, but said nothing.

No wonder, no wonder from the very beginning, he felt that the way Ning Mian looked at the blood prince was not quite right.

The original reason is here.

"Then you guys have a good time talking about the old days." Yang Yin who reacted took two steps back and decided not to stay to disturb the two of them. He took out his card and waved at Ning Mian, saying, "I'll teleport first."

"Okay." Ning Mian finally replied.

The light flashed, and Yang Yin's figure gradually disappeared in this space.

At the same time, footsteps sounded from behind, approaching from far away, and finally stopped beside Ning Mian Shengsheng.

He turned his head and looked at the figure of Meng Qishu beside him.

"What did you say?" Meng Qishu's voice was steady, as if he was just asking casually.

"Ask about the relationship between you and me." Ning Mian finally said.

"Hmm..." Meng Qishu seemed to ponder for a moment, then turned to look at him, "What do you say?"

"I said, I'm a married person."

Meng Qishu couldn't help but curled his lips: "That's not what's written in your household registration book."

Ning Mian finally nodded seriously, his gentle eyes fell on Meng Qishu, and he said, "My heart is married."