Please draw your way of death

When the two separated, Meng Qishu's lips were panting slightly, he buried his head on Ning Mianzhong's shoulder, his chest rose and fell slightly.

"Actually, we can understand it in this way." Ning Mian finally lowered her eyes, looking at Meng Qishu's hair, "Perhaps the dungeon just wants us to complete a certain stage of the character's experience from the beginning to the end?"

"Whether it's the director's warning at the beginning, or the content of the opportunity of death later, or the director's approval of Shao Shiyi, it's all for the plot in the end."

"You are the character, and the character is you" and "true feelings", which in themselves warn players to put everything into the interpretation of the script.

In addition, the content triggered by the opportunity of death is also the part that the player failed to complete in the deduction script.

Not to mention Shao Shiyi, professional actors interpreting the script in the copy is naturally impeccable.

"If I reason according to this, I seem to already know the meaning of the previous irrationality." Ning Mian finally had some thought in her eyes, "The director will not shoot the scenes that have been missed, but the chance of death will require the player to The unfinished scene is re-acted, so does this also explain in disguise, this dungeon can be completed as long as the script is finished?"

And finishing is equivalent to completing the task and getting rid of the dungeon.

What is the task of the copy?Complete the script in hand.The task can be completed by finishing, and the time is not limited.

The task itself also has its points for criticism, for example, it can be done after completing the script, for example, the time is not limited.

If it was placed at the very beginning, Ning Mian might not feel anything in the end.

According to the requirements of the dungeon, as long as the script is completed honestly, then after the shooting period is over, you can definitely leave the dungeon.

but now……

Maybe they could artificially shorten the shooting time?

After all, there is no content that says that to complete the script in hand, it must be completed under the director's shooting, and must follow the progress of their crew.

Ning Mian, who had figured this out, finally felt that the eyes suddenly became clear, and all the doubts that had been hovering in her heart for the past few days were all explained.

"Ning Mian finally..."

Meng Qishu's low voice came next to his ear, and Ning Mian finally came back to his senses, pulled his thoughts away from the reasoning just now, and replied, "Sorry, what I said was too general, do you need me to analyze it with you?"

Meng Qishu, who was leaning on Ning Mianzhong's shoulder, didn't speak at first, but after about two seconds, he struggled a little, lifted the leg that was pressed by Ning Mianzhong directly, hooked the other's waist, and pressed it to this side.

"Ning Mianzhong," he turned his head away from Ning Mianzhong's shoulders, his eyes were blurred, "I seem to be a little bit wrong."

After a pause, he let out a hot breath, lowered his head and said softly: "If I ask you to do something in an irrational state, don't agree."

In the end, Ning Mian only felt his whole body go stiff, as if he was holding a ball of fire in his arms, the scorching flame evaporated all the water vapor around him, leaving only a dry mouth with a hint of thirst, and that Tuanhuo still stared at him fiercely with confused and warning eyes.

He and Meng Qishu looked at each other, closed their eyes directly, picked up Meng Qishu horizontally, and threw him on the bed in the room with a few steps.

"Ning Mianzhong, if you dare to mess around, we both have to finish playing tonight." Meng Qishu lay on his back on the bed, resting the back of his hand on his forehead, looking at Ning Mianzhong beside the bed from top to bottom. How a deterrent voice warned, "If your analysis is correct, then the trigger of this death opportunity is not only related to myself, you are also a part of it."

The opportunity of death is to ensure the complete progress of the script, so if Ning Mian, who has not completed the task, cannot cooperate to complete the interpretation of this script, maybe he will also trigger the opportunity of death in the same plot.

This perfectly explained why the two of them failed to complete the mission last time, but only Meng Qishu triggered the trigger of death.

Because in the process of playing against Meng Qishu, Ning Mianzhong's scene has already been replayed and passed, so naturally there is no need to trigger the opportunity of death.

"I know." Ning Mianzhong knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, leaned forward slightly, and wanted to reach out to touch his face, but stopped in the middle of the movement.

If you touch him now, will it do more harm than good?

Meng Qishu saw the hesitation in Ning Mian's final movements. He turned over, put his face on the bed sheet, pulled Ning Mian's half-stretched hand, put it on the other half of his face, and closed his eyes slightly: "Touch It's okay, and I won't die..."

The steaming heat seems to spread along the skin of the palm, along the nerves all the way to every corner of the body, Ning Mian finally couldn't help curling up her fingertips, and then felt the originally empty fingertips sticking to the other's slightly hot face, hot Feel even worse.

"Do you...would you like some water?" Ning Mian finally opened her mouth and said dryly.

Meng Qishu raised his eyelids, the look in his eyes was already dazed, as if his mind was floating in the clouds.

He seemed to be thinking hard, and responded with a slow and light "um".

So Ning Mian hastily moved her hands away from his face, as if staying just a second longer would cause burns.He glanced back worriedly, and found that Meng Qishu had closed his eyes again, his brows were furrowed, and he didn't know what he was enduring.

When he returned to the bed after pouring the water, Meng Qishu refused to answer him no matter what.

"Revelation?" Ning Mian finally called again worriedly, as if to confirm that there was nothing else wrong with him, "Do you want more water?"

Meng Qishu curled up on the bed, and finally stopped pretending to be deaf and dumb. He stretched out his hand and blindly took the water glass in Ning Mianzhong's hand based on his feeling.

Ning Mian finally stuffed the water glass into his hand. She thought that he would get up to drink, but she thought that the other party took the water glass close and splashed it directly on her face.

Ning Mian was startled at last, and then saw Meng Qishu opened his eyes, the broken hair on his forehead was sticking wetly to his forehead, even his eyelashes were wet, and he looked directly at himself with misty eyes.

"Ning Mianzhong..." Meng Qishu tilted his wrist, and the water glass in his palm rolled towards the bed. Putting her arms on the opponent's shoulders, she turned her head and gasped lowly beside his side face, "Don't go, I'm so uncomfortable, you hug me..."

Ning Mian finally caught him the moment he turned upside down, with his arms around Meng Qishu's waist, something flickered in his eyes.

Here comes the second episode.

"I won't go," Ning Mian finally turned his head to look at his wet side face, and couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart. He took Meng Qishu closer to his arms and said, "You want me to do it?" what?"

Meng Qishu's lips trembled a little, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle with something. After a while, it seemed that a certain side had gained the upper hand. He put his arm around Ning Mianzhong's neck, and whispered in a low voice: "This situation Next, do I want you to do anything else?"

"I regret what I asked you to promise just now, can you...can you help me now?"

Although he knew that this was just the content of the script, when Meng Qishu said this sentence, the attraction from the depths of his soul was false.

Ning Mian finally doesn't know what the hero's feelings are at this moment in this script, anyway, it's probably similar to him now, right?

It's really a kind of... torture.

"If you talk less now, maybe you won't regret it when you wake up." Ning Mian finally took a deep breath, pushed Meng Qishu back on the bed, pulled the towel beside him, and put his wrist on the bedside. The poles are tied together.

"Why do you regret it?" Meng Qishu turned sideways, with sincere puzzlement in his eyes, which seemed to have a different kind of seductive charm when mixed with his current situation.

Ning Mian did not return to him in the end, just sat on the side of the bed, watching him silently, no matter how Meng Qishu called her, she never made any further contact with him.

"Mianzhong..." Meng Qishu's voice gradually lowered, but those watery eyes were still looking at Ning Mianzhong's direction without blinking. Then lowered it by another degree, "At the end of sleep..."

Calling him a few times like this seemed to have no effect, so Meng Qishu closed his eyes, turned his face away, his voice was muffled between the quilts below him, and he still called his name in a low voice, just emotionally. Gradually, there is a sense of impatience on the verge of endurance.

"The end of sleep..."

Meng Qishu closed his eyes and called softly, grasping the stretched bath towel between his wrist and the head of the bed with both hands, he buried his face halfway in the pillow, biting the corner of the pillow as if his teeth were itching, and continued to call him vaguely.

"The end of sleep..."

"Woo... end of sleep..."

One call, longing, attachment, as if just calling these two times is already very satisfying.

Ning Mian finally let him call, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned his face away with one hand, and kissed him fiercely.

When he left, Meng Qishu's eyes were misty, and the string of reason seemed to have been broken.

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In fact, this piece was originally [-] words long, but for the review... (T_T)

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