Please draw your way of death

Because He Yingbai was also among the invitees to Shao Shiyi's wedding, with this little boss taking the lead, Meng Qishu took care of the company's tasks comfortably and had a great time.

Of course, the task that should be done is still to be done when he comes back, so when Meng Qishu came back and saw the pile of documents in front of him, he secretly let out a long sigh.

Feng Shui takes turns, and it turns back sooner or later!

I still remember that he asked for leave a few months ago, and this was the case when he came back.

How did he promise back then?Never ask for such a long vacation again?

Well, he is indeed a man who does not believe what he says.

Pushing the document to the side of the table, Meng Qishu's eyes just fell on the small silver ring on the root of his finger when he lowered his eyes, and ripples suddenly appeared in his originally calm heart, even on his face. His expression was involuntarily softened a bit.

I don't know if it was influenced by Shao Shiyi's wedding, but Ning Mian has been preparing for the wedding banquet on January 26 since she came back from the wedding, and has been extremely busy.

It was clear that there were still two months before the wedding banquet, but that person seemed to be afraid that something might go wrong, so he made a form early in the morning, and arranged it neatly according to the arrangement on the form.

To use Ning Mianzhong's original words - the red book can't be done, if the wedding banquet can't be done, then this person can't sleep well.

In fact, Meng Qishu didn't care much about these various forms, it was nothing more than that Ning Mian was happy in the end, so he just accompanied that person to mess around.

Whether it is the sense of responsibility for love, the sense of guilt for not being able to give the worldly guarantee to his lover, or the inexplicable sense of peace behind the form, Ning Mian finally wants it, and Meng Qishu can let him ask for it without any objection.

When entertaining relatives and friends, the most important process is naturally to issue invitations.

The empty invitations have been ordered long ago, and now they are waiting for someone to take a pen and write the names of both parties on the invitations stroke by stroke.

On weekends, Meng Qishu was free at home. After processing the unfinished company documents due to leave, he wanted to write some of the empty invitations, so he went directly to the study to find a pen.

He didn't like the ordinary pen on the desk. There was a very beautiful marker pen on the top shelf of the bookshelf. The handwriting was written with tiny flashes, shining in the sun, like a dream.

Meng Qishu wanted to use that pen to write.

Just as he was stretching his arms to find the trace of the pen, there was a "click" sound from the door, and before he could turn around, he heard a very familiar voice next to his ear: "What are you looking for?"

"Find a pen and bring a flash, the one you always disliked before." Meng Qishu turned his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught Ning Mian's chest leaning against him, so he leaned back and pressed his back against it, Resting the back of his head on his shoulder, he raised his head and chuckled, "Where did you put it, help me find it, huh?"

"Then... ask for a reward first?" Ning Mian finally lowered her eyes, and saw Meng Qishu's eyes smiling over him, her heart seemed to be scratched by a feather for a moment, with a slight itch.

He tilted his head slightly, didn't see any objection from Meng Qishu, so he lowered his head to rub his lips, but Meng Qishu turned his head away at the last second, so a kiss landed on Meng Qishu's so lightly profile.

"Is there anyone who asks for rewards for not doing work?" Meng Qishu looked at him sideways and raised his eyebrows deliberately.

"Then..." Ning Mian finally paused, wrapped his arms around his waist, and walked up Meng Qishu's arm on the bookshelf with the other hand, dragging out a long box from a certain corner with precision and throwing it onto the shelf. In Meng Qishu's arms, without waiting for him to resist, he directly blocked his lips, "Is it okay now?"

The afternoon sun was very good, and the warm light shone on the two of them, freezing this moment of time and tranquility.

It was rare for Ning Mian to have a holiday, so she followed Meng Qishu's wishes and carried the invitation to the study for him to toss.

When Meng Qishu was writing at his desk, Ning Mianchu pulled up a chair and sat beside him to read a book, but his eyes were often not on the book, but instead he was looking at the face of the person next to him through the book.

Meng Qishu could feel his gaze, so he didn't say anything, just let him watch.

But Ning Mianzhong's hands were as dishonest as this person's. He was absent-mindedly flipping through two pages of the book, and then he was about to come over and lift the hem of his shirt, and rubbed it against his waist a few times.

Once or twice was fine, but Meng Qishu became a little unhappy when he got behind.

He paused for a moment while writing the invitation, his eyes slanted over and stayed on Ning Mian Shengsheng for a few seconds.

At this time, Ning Mian was holding the book with one hand, her eyes were aimlessly scanning the pages of the book, and the other hand was resting on Meng Qishu's waist, slowly rubbing it.

Meng Qishu squinted his eyes at him for a while, pursed his lips slightly, and took advantage of the opportunity when he exerted himself again, suddenly closed his eyes and let out a low hum.

The lazy, light, hooked voice fell into Ning Mianzhong's ears, which made him stop his movements in an instant, and suddenly looked up at Meng Qishu beside him, but only saw Meng Qishu next to him. He pursed his lips and smiled lightly, with a deliberate color in his expression.

Like a malicious cat who deliberately seduces people and pretends to be cold and distant.

Ning Mian finally pursed his lips and said nothing, but his breathing was not as steady as before. He stared at Meng Qishu's face, moved his hand, and rubbed it again tentatively.

This time he could see clearly that Meng Qishu just gave up on the half-written invitation, propped his chin with one hand, and looked down at him with somewhat arrogant eyes, with a condescending smile on his face, Slowly, another meaningful hum came out from the depths of his throat: "Hmm..."

Ning Mian suddenly didn't dare to move anymore. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, put the book in his hand on the desk behind his back, got up and grabbed Meng Qishu's waist, and pressed him on the seat. In a hoarse voice: "The book of enlightenment..."

Meng Qishu was still holding a pen in his hand, and being led down on the back of the seat by him like this, he couldn't help avoiding his hand to the side for fear of scratching someone.

"What are you doing?" He still smiled lightly, flirting with his eyes.

"We don't seem to have tried it in the study room..." Ning Mian finally paused, looked over with expectant eyes, as if asking for approval, "Come once?"

"But I haven't finished my invitation yet."

"No rush, there is plenty of time," Ning Mian finally raised his hand and took the pen in Meng Qishu's hand and threw it aside, interlocked his fingers, and lowered his head to find his lips, "You can save the invitation and write it slowly."

When Ning Mian finally pressed him on the table, Meng Qishu rested a forearm on his forehead, his eyes wandered to the ceiling, and even his breathing was chaotic.

In a daze, he thought, if he let Ning Mian go on like this every day, he would die in his hands one day.

There are only two months away from the wedding banquet, but it seems that things are going on forever, and crises always come one step ahead of happiness.

The trigger probability of the card has broken 50.00% again.

After coming out of the last dungeon, Meng Qishu found that the trigger probability of entering the dungeon doubled, obviously much faster than before.

Meng Qishu once threatened it with a lighter with a card in his hand, but was issued a red card warning by the trembling card.

[The growth of the trigger probability is completely random, but it generally increases with time. It is useless if you burn the card! 】

This is the first time Meng Qishu knows that this card can be switched to other colors besides black.

He held the corner of the card, thoughtfully, and said to it for a while: "Will you become colorful?"

It's dark and ugly.

【…】

Card was silent for a while, then angrily threw a word at him.

【roll! 】

It seems that trying to stabilize the trigger probability through cards is impossible.

After discussing with Ning Mian, the two of them unanimously decided to enter the dungeon before the dungeon is triggered.

So one month before the wedding banquet, Meng Qishu held the card with a trigger probability of 73% in his hand and chose to enter the dungeon.

[Here is the dungeon number 20220401. Below is the dungeon information for the player. Please complete the corresponding task according to the dungeon information. 】

[Dungeon information: This is an isolated island. There is a world-famous artist on the isolated island. Apart from the boats at the pier, this isolated island has no other way to communicate with the outside world.Because of your admiration for the artist's fame, you, as a crazy pursuit of art, gave up your life of luxury and food, and followed a group of companions who also had dreams, and embarked on the road of apprenticeship and learning. 】

[Dungeon task: Find the world-famous artist, learn from a teacher, and successfully complete a painting according to the artist's requirements. 】

When Meng Qishu woke up, the surroundings were pitch black, and the violent shaking came along the bed board under him, which was earth-shattering.

He supported the bed board under him for a while, until his eyes adapted to the surrounding darkness, and then he gradually saw what kind of space he was in.

This is probably the cabin of a certain ship. There is only a bed in the narrow room.There was no light in the room, and the sound of wind came from across the boards of the ship, not loud, but it was particularly frightening.

It looked as if the ship had been hit by a storm.

Meng Qishu sat on the bed for a while, and only after the most violent shaking passed, he got out of bed carefully and walked towards the door.

Not surprisingly, the ship they are on now is bound for the isolated island in the dungeon information, and before arriving at the isolated island, it is probably the safe period for the dungeon to allow players to adapt.

It seemed that because of the violent shaking, no other players in the corridor came out of the room rashly, so Meng Qishu saw Ning Mianchu coming from the end of the corridor at first glance.

The man walked straight in the direction of his room without the slightest hesitation, as if he knew where he was without any further discernment.

Probably this is the tacit understanding from love?

Meng Qishu looked up at Ning Mianzhong who stopped in front of him, his heart felt weak, his lips moved, and he said, "How do you know I'm in this room?"

Are you afraid of missing out if you don’t take a look at other rooms on the way?

A trace of doubt flashed in Ning Mian's final eyes. He stretched out his hand from his pocket, pinched a card between his fingers, and said in a puzzled tone, "We are teammates. I can see where you are."

"..." Meng Qishu instantly felt that the way Ning Mian looked at him now must be like looking at a fool.

He opened his lips, closed them again, and finally said with a blank face, "Why can't you be more romantic?"

Ning Mianzhong: ... What romance?romantic what?

The author says:

First warning of the big knife: the second half of this dungeon contains abuse, and a second warning will be given at that time. Passengers are advised to jump out of the car to save their lives.But please keep in mind that this article is absolutely he! !

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