Please draw your way of death

"Why did I trigger the opportunity of death?" Facing this face that he wanted to punch a few hours ago, Meng Qishu really had no patience. He frowned and looked at O'Milan outside the door with a hostile look. De, "Where did I go wrong?"

The idea of ​​solving the task was discussed together. Why did the other three people succeed, but he was the only one who triggered the opportunity of death?

"You're right, you could have gone out." Surprisingly, Omelande confirmed Meng Qishu's train of thought just now, his brows and eyes were soft, with a kind of compassion that made people tremble, "But you forgot, this It is a copy led by me."

That's why Omi Lande's ideas had to take precedence over the mission, and that's why Meng Qishu was forced to stay.

But what operation is this?

Is this really in line with the rules?

Omelande saw the dissatisfaction and resistance in Meng Qishu's eyes, he smiled and said, "Don't do this, it took me a lot of effort to keep you."

"Is the effort you put in directly proportional to the price I have to bear?" Meng Qishu sneered, really annoyed, "You want my life, so even if I finish the task, I will be detained in the dungeon." inside?"

"Hmm..." Omeland seemed to be thinking about it seriously, but he still had that temperless smile on his face, "It seems that it is right now."

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Meng Qishu wanted to kick down the door in front of him, go out and have a good fight with him!

He was the one who suffered, and the culprit was right in front of him, and the other party told him calmly——yes, that's right, I just want to kill you.

He did take two steps forward, but before he reached the door, he saw that the flames on the door were more intense, and the flames that rose up almost engulfed his whole body in burning.

Meng Qishu looked over with angry eyes, and saw Omilander holding up his half-rubbed fingers and smiling at him with a sideways face without any defense.

"Whether the steel pipe can be broken or not, you have to try it to know, what do you think?"

The monstrous fire soared into the sky, blocking the line of sight between the two.

Omeland put down his hand, took two steps back, and looked at the house wrapped in flames with no emotion on his face.

In front of a whole group of burning flames, his figure seemed so small.

Omeland turned sideways, and saw that the woods around the house were also affected by the flames at some point, and the fire waves were spreading from the wooden house to the surroundings.

[Forcibly breaking the dungeon rules is a big taboo. All your points will be cleared after the dungeon is over. Please confirm if you have any objections to this. 】

"No objection." Omeland opened his mouth and said softly.

His gaze was still fixed on the waves of fire that were constantly surging downwards. The flames swept across the entire mountain, stopped at the edge of the town, and were blocked by a certain layer of barriers.

"Hello!" Omelander said suddenly, and he laughed again, with a fearless indifference in his tone, "I still have new reward points after this dungeon, right? Don't send them out, build a new one." Give me a copy."

"I'm tired of this copy."

As his words fell, the barrier suddenly became weaker, and the flames swept up, burning the invisible barrier together.

The barrier seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, gradually melting under the attack of the flames.

So the flames crossed the barrier and continued to march towards the town, sweeping the houses and all the objects belonging to the town along the way.

The monstrous fire didn't just stay on the mountain, it gradually covered the entire island with the momentum of destroying everything.

【receive. 】

When Ning Mian finally came out of the dungeon, Meng Qishu was lying beside him with his eyes slightly closed, and he hadn't come out of the dungeon yet.

He sat up from the bed, and before he had time to look at the person next to his pillow, he heard the sound of the doorbell ringing downstairs.

Ning Mian finally stood up, closed the curtains of the bedroom, and blocked the strong afternoon sun from the curtains, then closed the door and went downstairs.

"Meng... eh? Brother Ning, are you here?" The door in front of him was slowly opened, He Yingbai opened his mouth, and before he could call Meng Qishu's name, he saw a face that had grown up since he was a child appeared at the door back.

"What's the matter?" Ning Mian finally glanced at the brown paper bag in his arms, and frowned slightly, "Today is a day off..."

Send documents on the day off?What kind of broken company is this?

"Wronged! This is definitely wronged!" He Yingbai was trembling all over, and quickly carried the bag behind his back with a guilty smile on his face, "It has nothing to do with work, just some private matters that I want to ask Brother Meng for advice."

"Ask for advice on the work that you didn't finish in time?" Ning Mian finally saw through He Yingbai's little thought at a glance. He moved aside and motioned for He Yingbai to come in and talk, "Your father worked so hard. Is it easy to train a successor, and you just shirk responsibility like this?"

He only cares about having fun all day long, and has always been perfunctory in the company's affairs. If he is He Yingbai's father, he must give this guy's legs a discount!

It seems that He Yingbai's father is still too soft-hearted towards this son, and he is reluctant to be cruel.

He Yingbai, who was taught by Ning Mianchu since he was a child, was not annoyed when his mind was exposed, so he just listened to his training, and after the training, he smiled and said: "I know, I know Brother Ning, next time I'll definitely pay attention! Where's my Brother Meng, isn't he at home?"

Ordinarily this house was the one he gave Meng Qishu back then, why Meng Qishu wasn't there, it happened that Brother Ning opened the door.

It's really a bad start, a bad start...

"He..." Ning Mian finally wanted to say that Meng Qishu was still in the copy, when he heard the sound of glass breaking upstairs.

Ning Mian, whose intuition was wrong, turned pale in an instant, turned her head and rushed upstairs.

I don't know if it was some kind of tacit understanding, but what accompanied the sound of glass breaking just now was his heart that sank to the bottom suddenly.

In the bedroom on the second floor, the curtains still remain the same as when Ning Mianzhong left just now, but the person who was sleeping on the bed sat up at some point.

His upper body leaned slightly forward towards the bed, with one hand propped on the side of the bed, and the other hand stretched out in mid-air, maintaining a half-grip posture, as if something had been held in his hand just now.

Meng Qishu's eyes were half down, and even his eyelashes were trembling.

The light in the bedroom should be very dark, but there is always a firelight from nowhere, flashing in front of his eyes frame by frame, the light is as dazzling and dazzling as the sun, forcing him to close his eyes to avoid it.

The memory stays on the face of Omeland before it was covered by the rising flames. As the flames approached step by step, he was like a person whose limbs were broken, holding those waste paper-like function cards, calling Tian Tian No, the ground is not working.

The burning sensation from the tongue of fire on his fingertips seemed to still be on his skin, and Meng Qishu knew that he had capsized in the gutter after all.

It was too easy for the dungeon boss to kill a person, but he naively thought that he could leave the dungeon as long as he completed the mission of the dungeon.

Cut first and play later, it was really used by Omeland to the extreme.

And that evening, what Omeland gave was not a kind reminder at all, but a precursor to his intention to do something!

The moment he was engulfed by the flames, his consciousness was floating in the air, and his nerves were close to paralysis.in sight.Firelight and white light intertwine, gradually converging into a pool of water at the end of the light.

Perhaps that little water would have some effect, Meng Qishu thought in a frenzy of consciousness.

Before he could react, a bit of coolness seemed to be transmitted along the skin to the nerves of his brain, and the suddenly frightened brain jerked violently, causing that nerve to tremble, so the bit of coolness Then it disappeared again.

Instead, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the next second.

Meng Qishu was frightened by this noise, he didn't dare to move, the scene in front of him was still blurry, and countless lights exploded in front of his eyes.

Until the sound of the door being opened vigorously came from the other direction.

"Revelation!" Ning Mian finally opened the door and entered, and when her eyes fell on the intact man on the bed, her heart was half relieved.

He turned his footsteps, and with the change of perspective, the pool of water mixed with glass shards appeared in front of him.

"Why are you so careless? Don't move. I'll clean it up." Ning Mian didn't notice Meng Qishu's slightly drooping eyes hidden behind his forehead.

"Don't touch me." Meng Qishu leaned his upper body slightly back, his words were very soft, but he didn't mean to half-joke.

His eyes were still closed, his hands hanging in mid-air were trembling, but he was still obstinately avoiding the sight of the person opposite with a stubborn glance.

Ning Mian was finally caught off guard by him dodging, her half-outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, her heart paused slightly.

"Qishu..." Ning Mianzhong's voice softened, his eyes stopped on his trembling knuckles, and then he slowly covered his hand, held it tightly, "Did something happen?"

The warmth from Ning Mian's final palm climbed up the skin of his knuckles, so hot that Meng Qishu subconsciously wanted to throw it away, but was held even tighter by the opposite person.

The flame seemed to be still burning against his skin, and the bursts of scorching heat gave him not only the superficial warmth, but also the fake pain hidden in his nerves.

His eyes opened slightly, and when he looked sideways, his eyes seemed to be finally focused.

"you……"

Ning Mian was finally waiting for his next words, when she suddenly felt a strong force coming from her hand, she was caught off guard by Meng Qishu's hand and pulled her towards him, but at the same time, she saw the other party leaning towards him, with her lips pressed against his lips and exhaling.

"... Live well for me." Meng Qishu seemed to be smiling, but there was a hint of sarcasm on his slightly raised lips.

His lips pressed against each other intensely and lingeringly, and his emotions did not seem to be kissing a lover at all.

He is rarely so impatient, and he is always the one who seduces people on weekdays. After a little teasing, he waits to give the initiative himself.

But today he was uncharacteristically, not only took the initiative to die, but also carried a trace of inexplicable emotion in his blind offensive.

It's a bit like the hatred and unwillingness to grit your teeth after being fooled, and it's also a bit like the nostalgia and reluctance to say goodbye at the end.