Please draw your way of death

[Congratulations to the player for triggering the copy side mission. 】

[Sub-task: Play a boxing game with the little boy in front of you. The two stand in the middle of the corridor, take a step back every time you lose, until there is no way to retreat.The first player to retreat to the end is deemed to have lost the game. 】

[Completion reward: a small red flower, a function card. 】

The male player who was unfortunately selected swallowed, and stood cautiously in the middle of the corridor, facing the little boy who had been knocking on his door just now.

One game after another, I don't know how long it took, from the beginning, the two could clearly see the expressions on each other's faces, then they could only roughly see each other's gestures, and then they couldn't even recognize what was going on between each other. The only way to confirm who loses and who wins is by shouting.

The player steps back step by step until his heels touch the wall at the top of the corridor, with a half-open window behind him.

"Mine are scissors, what are yours?"

The immature child's voice came from the other side of the building. When the player looked over, he could only see a vague outline.He looked down at the "cloth" in his hand, swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "I am cloth, I lost."

The child on the opposite side didn't answer immediately, and the empty corridor suddenly fell into silence, which was particularly exciting in this dark environment.

"If you lose, why don't you take a step back?" The childish voice sounded again, with a smile.

"I can't retreat any more, it's over..." The player glanced at the window sill behind him from the corner of his eye, the wind blowing from the window was chilly, mixed with a chill.

"I haven't lost yet." The child seemed to be smiling, with a childlike innocence in his voice, and coaxing in his light words, "You can take another step back..."

The player didn't quite understand the other party's meaning, but in the next second, a thrust came suddenly, and he was caught off guard and pushed out of the window.

"This is... the last step..." The child's words seemed to murmur in his ears, pressing against the ear canal, pouring fear into his limbs and bones.

The player stared wide-eyed and watched himself fall out of the window, only in time to let out a final scream.

"boom"!

Ning Mian, who had been paying attention to the situation in the corridor, opened the door instantly and looked towards the end of the corridor. The windows there were half open, and there were no players in the corridor.

He turned his head to look at the other end of the corridor, it was empty and there were no children.

It may be "retire after success".

The other players were also paying close attention to the situation in the corridor. When they heard Ning Mianzhong's door opening, the brave ones opened the door to check the situation, but did not dare to leave the room.

After finally confirming the safety of the corridor, Ning Mian stepped forward to the window, and the first thing she saw was the horrible corpse that fell on the ground.

He moved closer, intending to see the corpse more clearly, but the black hair suddenly squeezed into his field of vision from below.Ning Mian finally became extremely vigilant in an instant, and cast her eyes on the person sitting by the window with her legs hanging down on the floor downstairs.

The man seemed to be observing the situation of the corpse downstairs, and the aura around him made Ning Mian suddenly feel familiar.

"Meng Qishu!"

The man downstairs stiffened for a moment, and looked up at him instantly.

I saw half of his face covered under the black cloth strip, the top of the cloth strip was just inserted between Meng Qishu's lips and teeth, just showing the upper half of his perfect lip shape.

There was shock in Meng Qishu's eyes. Looking carefully, the two hands in front of him seemed to be bound by something black.

"Don't move around! Wait for me to go down!" Ning Mian's hand that was finally on the edge of the window sill suddenly tightened.

Almost as soon as the voice fell, he disappeared by the window.

Meng Qishu stared blankly at the empty window sill on the fourth floor, and suddenly lowered his head to find the little girl, asking her to help him untie his hands.

But when he turned his gaze back, there was no longer the little girl beside him, only a pile of black cloth strips piled up messily where the little girl had sat just now.

Meng Qishu: ...Damn it!

He glanced at the tightly bound hands, gritted his teeth and decided to save himself.

Because of the movement of raising and lowering his head just now, the cloth strip that was half torn off for the convenience of speaking has returned to its original state, wrapping his mouth tightly in three layers.

Meng Qishu raised his arms and put them behind his head. His big arms were upright against his ears, and his forearms were tilted to reach the knots tied on the back of his head.

Carefully and anxiously untiing the knot, the efficiency is naturally not very good.

When Meng Qishu finally untied the first strip of cloth, footsteps came from the corridor behind him.

He turned his head to see what was going on in the corridor, but before he turned his head halfway, he was dragged back by the waist, and his back hit the wall with a dull sound.

It really hurts...

Meng Qishu frowned and looked at Ning Mianzhong's eyes, but the other party pressed his shoulder first, bowed his body and said angrily: "You don't want to die?"

Meng Qishu hadn't had time to take back the hand behind his head, so he could only hang his arms on his head and look at him with dissatisfaction.

Ning Mian finally turned her gaze to his tightly wound lips, suppressed the anger in her heart, and stretched her hand behind his head to untie the knot for him.

Because Meng Qishu's hand was still hanging behind his head, it was inevitable that Ning Mianzhong would touch his fingers during his movements.

When the last cloth strip was torn off, Meng Qishu finally took a breath and said, "I didn't mess around, I was just doing the task."

"Which task can only be done by sitting by the window?" Ning Mian finally asked.

Meng Qishu had nothing to say, but he was still unconvinced: "Ning Mianzhong, am I an idiot, can I fall off by sitting on the edge of the window?"

Ning Mian finally wanted to say that he was, but when she glanced at the corner of his lips, she felt a bit of guilt in her heart.

He caressed the wound on the corner of Meng Qishu's lips with his fingertips, but the fire in his heart could not be vented: "Does it hurt?"

Bite and blood in the afternoon.

Meng Qishu looked at him calmly, and suddenly stretched out the tip of his tongue to sweep his knuckles, turned his face and sucked his fingertips on the corner of his lips into his mouth.

Ning Mian finally took a slow breath, watching him swallow his fingers into two knuckles with downcast eyes.

The next second, Meng Qishu gritted his teeth violently, turned his face away and spat out his fingers, and snorted coldly, with anger: "Does it hurt?"

Don't you know what the hell you did?

Ning Mian finally looked at the clear circle of tooth marks on her finger, and for some reason felt a little relieved in her heart.

Compared with Meng Qishu who was depressed and ran away when he saw him, he was really satisfied now.

He moved closer, held Meng Qishu's big arm near the crook of his arm with one hand, and said softly: "It hurts, so, do you mind giving me a chance to remedy it?"

"Why, Ning Mianchu?" Meng Qishu tilted his head to look at him and raised his eyebrows.

Ning Mian finally didn't speak, just leaned closer, licked the wound, and then printed it carefully.

As if it was really just to please Meng Qishu, his movements were very gentle and gentle, provoking the opponent's nerves, and offering the initiative himself.

Meng Qishu's eyes gradually lowered, and he couldn't help but grab the other's palm on his arm, put the two wrists that were still bound around his neck, pulled them closer, and continued to kiss.

The moment of peace in the dark, in the dangerous dungeon world, unexpectedly made Meng Qishu's heart feel unexpectedly peaceful.

He let go of Ning Mianzhong's lips, and looked at him with somewhat misty eyes: "Mianzhong..."

After a pause, he said in a voice as calm as possible: "I will finish the copy properly."

Although the dean promised to protect him on the last day, it is really not his style to eat and wait for death.

Not for any reason.

"Compared to this," Ning Mian finally hugged him and put his head on his shoulder, "I want to know why you are so resistant to leaving the dungeon."

"Of course, if you don't want to, you don't have to tell." He added, "I'm just curious. If you don't like it, I won't ask."

Ning Mian could finally clearly feel that after she asked this question, all the muscles in Meng Qishu's body stiffened instantly.

"I..." Meng Qishu opened his mouth, and moved his wrists resting on the back of his neck, "...I don't want to say."

"Okay," Ning Mian finally accepted obediently, "Then don't talk about it."

He let go of Meng Qishu, brought his wrists from the back of his neck to his eyes, and lowered his eyes to untie the knots on them.

"Go back to sleep." Ning Mian finally threw the cloth strips aside, took his hand and was about to leave.

But he couldn't take that one step forward, because Meng Qishu stood still in place.

"Ning Mianzhong," Meng Qishu's eyes met Ning Mianzhong's eyes turned back, his face was expressionless, but there was a little hesitation and timidity in his voice, "Can I trust you?"

"Yes." Ning Mian finally said in a calm tone without any hesitation.

"...Thank you." Meng Qishu seemed to heave a sigh of relief, he raised Ning Mianzhong's hand, and touched the root of his ring finger with his lips, "Go back to sleep."

Ning Mian didn't quite understand what his last action meant, but fortunately, Meng Qishu finally no longer resisted doing dungeon tasks.

Because the next day this guy went to the activity room to grab desserts from the kids.

"Why don't you go to the restaurant for breakfast?" Ning Mian finally looked at Meng Qishu tearing open the outer package of the bread, a little puzzled.

"Breakfast is random in the dungeon. It's unpalatable." Meng Qishu broke off a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely, "It's not as good as your cooking."

Ning Mian finally looked at him helplessly for a few seconds, stepped forward and pulled his wrist: "Don't eat the bread, I'll show you how to cook."

"Wait," seeing that Ning Mian was finally pulling him to go outside, Meng Qishu called out in time, "Get the task first."

So the two turned to the restaurant next door halfway, and it happened that the man who hadn't seen him for a long time was also there, and a woman with an unhappy face was sitting next to him.

Seeing the two approaching the dining table, the man looked over instantly with hatred in his eyes, poking secretly, like a cold poisonous snake.

"Did you mess with him?" Meng Qishu asked Ning Mianzhong in a low voice, avoiding the man's gaze.

Ning Mian finally recalled her dirty tricks yesterday, and replied blankly: "No."