Please draw your way of death

[Congratulations to the player for completing the mandatory mission. The mission reward, the little red flower, has been distributed. The mission reward is a designated function card, which is being distributed...]

【Please choose from the following function cards. 】

It was still the same card as in the dream, so Meng Qishu picked one at random, got up and left.

When he reached the stairs, Meng Qishu stopped suddenly.

If he looked back now, what would he see, would it be the same as in the dream?

He stood where he was, with the stairs leading upstairs in front of him and the unpredictable courtyard behind him.

He clearly knew that as long as he turned around, everything would be unchangeable, but Meng Qishu still couldn't stop turning his head back, as if he wanted to confirm something.

Sure enough, the man lying in a pool of blood, the small clean space, and the little fat man who ran away without a trace, all seemed to be the reappearance of a dream.

Which function card did he take just now... the blasting card?

Which function card did he hold in his dream...

... Blast card?

Meng Qishu was stiff all over, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

He is going upstairs now, Ning Mian will end him... Could he also be on the fourth floor?

He didn't dare to go, but his footsteps urged him step by step, he wanted to go.

Will Ning Mian finally think that way?

If Ning Mian finally thought that way, how would he respond?

Indifferent?Doesn't matter?

Is it the same as before?

Meng Qishu stepped up to the fourth floor step by step, and the sound of someone talking in the corridor, everything seemed to be rehearsed, just waiting for him to pull back the curtain little by little, and let the tear-jerking plot cut his heart again.

He turned around and saw that there were two people, Ning Mianzhong, and...his future teammate.

Ning Mian finally walked around the man, but when she looked up and saw Meng Qishu, she stopped suddenly.

Meng Qishu's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he stared at him blankly.

Half of his body was covered in blood, his hair, side face, and fingers were all covered in blood, as if he had just encountered a catastrophe.

But it is true.

He saw Ning Mian finally running over, with anxious eyes.

He wanted to pull his hand, but Meng Qishu gently dodged it.

As if aware of his inappropriate behavior, Meng Qishu glanced to the side, turned around carefully, and slipped his hand back into Ning Mianzhong's.

According to his personality, he should refuse, and his current mood is indeed very resistant to Ning Mian finally pulling his hand.

But he couldn't refuse, the window paper hadn't been pierced, he didn't want Ning Mian to feel that he was rejecting him.

"How did you make yourself like this?" Ning Mian finally didn't notice his little movements, seeing his appearance, she frowned in distress, "Where is the wound? Does it hurt?"

Meng Qishu looked into his eyes in a daze, but the other person seemed to be thinking about where he was hurt, and kept looking at him randomly, missing his eyes time and time again.

He seemed to feel sour all of a sudden, he almost couldn't hold back the moisture welling up in his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt?" Ning Mian suddenly became nervous, pulling him to look around.

"At the end of sleep, don't frown," Meng Qishu pressed his wrist, and rubbed his tightly frowning brow with the other hand, "I'm afraid..."

Ning Mian in the dream was always like this, frowning to check his wound, but unwilling to even touch him.

Ning Mian seemed to have finally calmed down from the shock of seeing Meng Qishu covered in blood for the first time. He looked into Meng Qishu's eyes through the fingertips of Meng Qishu's fingers on his face, and met his cautious and sad eyes. Look at each other.

Meng Qishu seemed to be holding back something, and the unstoppable trembling was transmitted to Ning Mianzhong through the hands they held, causing his heart to hang in the air and tremble.

"Don't be afraid," Ning Mian finally lowered his eyes, comforting him carefully, "Don't be afraid, start the book."

Meng Qishu blinked, and immediately there was water at the end of his eyes. His fingertips followed Ning Mianzhong's side face from forehead to chin, moved his face closer, and kissed him with his eyes down.

"At the end of sleep, I love you."

He closed his eyes, and licked Ning Mianzhong's lips like a small beast, full of uneasiness: "What do you want to know, can I tell you?"

"Don't go."

"I won't go." Ning Mian finally grabbed the back of his head, opened her mouth to catch his kiss, "I'm always here."

After a comforting kiss, Ning Mian finally realized that something was wrong with his hand.

He held Meng Qishu's hand up, looked at the bleeding teeth marks on the back of his hand, and said with a bit of hatred in his tone, "How did you do it?"

Meng Qishu didn't want to return him, so he continued to put his other hand on Ning Mianzhong's shoulder, and raised his head to rub against his lips.

"Don't hide." Ning Mian finally didn't want to let him go, so she pinched his chin with one hand, opened the distance a little, and looked directly into his eyes with scrutinizing eyes.

Meng Qishu pursed his lips and glanced to the side, suddenly realized how he promised Ning Mianzhong just now, lowered his eyes again, and said softly, "I bit it myself."

"Why bite?"

Meng Qishu had a look of awkwardness on his face, and tried to change the subject: "Didn't you just discuss the formation of the team with that woman, what's the matter?"

"Have you heard it all?" Ning Mian finally didn't think too much about it, just pretending that he heard the conversation between the two at the stairs, "I didn't intend to agree."

"Also, don't change the subject."

Meng Qishu tilted his face awkwardly, but Ning Mian finally twisted his face back forcefully, so he could only murmur in a low voice, "Because you want to leave..."

"When did I say I'm leaving?" Ning Mian was very puzzled, but after seeing Meng Qishu's expression and thinking about it based on the cause and effect, she probably made a good guess.

"Are you afraid of me leaving?"

"Whether you go or not is none of my business?" Meng Qishu subconsciously asked with his eyes turned to one side.

Seemingly aware of something belatedly, Meng Qishu raised his eyes to see Ning Mianzhong's expression, hesitated for a moment, and took the initiative to hug his waist.

"...Can you leave or not?"

With a cautious tone, it seems that he has not recovered from the previous emotions.

Ning Mian finally felt a pain in her heart.

What kind of situation will make this guy give up the arrogance engraved in his bones, lower his head and carefully ask other people's thoughts?

"You don't have to cater to other people's opinions, Qishu." Ning Mianzhong stroked his face with his fingertips.

"I don't." Meng Qishu looked up at him, and their breaths were intertwined with each other, "...I just want to cater to you."

He has never obeyed anyone in the true sense, and Ning Mian is the first person, the first person who makes him put away the sharpness all over his body, and wants to keep him.

He lost a lot of things, only this, he didn't want to watch him go away because of himself.

It was another kiss who didn't know who initiated it first. After the lingering, Ning Mian finally ignored Meng Qishu's objection and took him to the infirmary.

After cleaning the blood on his body, Ning Mian finally began to wrap bandages on his hands.

On the way, Meng Qishu told him what happened just now, and after hearing that, Ning Mian wished he could run and beat that man to death.

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted towards him!

"You told me everything you said just now, are you still counting?" Ning Mian finally finished wrapping up the bandages, and asked while sitting beside him.

"What do you want to know?" Meng Qishu raised his hand to see the wound that Ning Mian had just bandaged himself, and asked in a good mood.

"Why didn't you want to go out when you first entered the dungeon?"

"Then do you know what happened to me after I left the dungeon for the first time?" Meng Qishu stopped his smile, and his lips curved slightly.

Ning Mian finally did not answer, waiting for him to continue.

"Mianzhong, I don't seem to have told you that I grew up in an orphanage." Meng Qishu lowered his eyes and continued, "When I was a child, I got out of the orphanage when I was naughty, but I was kidnapped, and then I managed to escape. , was forced to jump into the river again.”

"Because of this, I confusedly bound the dungeon. Although the system was scolded by me for being autistic, it didn't come out to bother me for a long time. After the dungeon came out, I went back to the orphanage because I had been missing for several days. I was fined for a long time. Later, someone said that I looked good, so they took me away from the orphanage."

"But I'm not a good character myself." Meng Qishu muttered in a low voice, "In the new family, I was noisy and didn't officially break contact until I passed the college entrance examination. It can be regarded as...letting each other live."

"I remember you took the psychology exam." Ning Mian finally said.

"Ah, yes." Meng Qishu scratched his head, a little irritated, "At first I thought it was my problem, and I wanted to learn psychology to ease interpersonal relationships, but later I realized it was a waste of effort."

"My adoptive parents are engaged in literature, the family style is relatively strict, and they are unsmiling, so I have always been considered out of place there. Thanks to them, no matter how they see me, they don't like me. They never said throw me back no matter what , it’s just that after I went to college, I never contacted him again.” Meng Qishu’s tone was full of indifference.

But Ning Mian finally knew that it could make Meng Qishu mind to cast a shadow, and even avoid leaving the dungeon. How could this matter be as simple as he showed?

If the life after leaving the dungeon is not as one wishes, then going through the same dungeon for the second time, will anyone really be able to continue living the dungeon as if nothing had happened?

If you don't leave the copy, it means that the tragedy will never happen again.

The deep-rooted fear in his heart is what hinders him from surviving.

"Revelation," Ning Mian finally hooked his uninjured hand with his fingertips, clasped it, and clasped his fingers together, "Don't be afraid."

"After leaving the dungeon, you will only see everything you love. There is no past, no pain, and what you want to do depends on your own heart."

Meng Qishu looked at him for a long time, then smiled: "Who is afraid?"

"Well, I'm not afraid." Ning Mian finally took his hand and pulled him over, hugging him.

"At the end of sleep..." Meng Qishu buried his face in his shoulder and whispered, "I really want to have a good chat with them, but unfortunately, I don't have the chance."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "And I'm really surprised that you can stay."

He never thought that someone would stand by his side with this character that others would avoid.

"Because you said, you love me." Ning Mian finally tilted her head and kissed his forehead, "Besides, I love you too."