Yan Wei scratched Yan Mingguang's palm again.
His tone is neither heavy nor light, coupled with his small movements that seem to be there or not, it doesn't seem like he's asking the teacher for a crime, but instead? It's like a little cat that's been patted on its belly. temper.
Yan Ming, just this time, really can't stand it anymore, no? Let Yan Wei's movements, before Yan Wei's finger scratching his palm left, the man suddenly grabbed his hand, Don't give him a chance at all.
Yan Wei's hand was wrapped in the warmth of Yan Mingguang's palm, he blinked, his eyes wandered and said: "Let go."
"Um."
As Yan Mingguang spoke, he tightened his grip on Yan Wei's hand.
Yan Wei: "..."
"Let go first, I'm asking the teacher to blame—oh!"
The rest of the words were all drowned in Yan Mingguang's sudden kiss.
The man firmly grasped his hand, leaning against the softness of the sofa, pushing Yan Wei half of his body into the sofa. But he didn't? Kung Fu stood up, and the slightly moist warmth from his lips occupied Yan Wei's mind, pulling him up to the heights of the clouds in an instant.
The touch this time was different from that when Cai Yan Mingguang entered the door just now.
It's also different from his tentative kisses before this? It's also different from the time when Yan Mingguang secretly kissed the corner of his eyes before entering the dungeon.
Before he regained his memory, those kisses were nothing more than a tentative, cautious and unfamiliar approach. Just now, when Yan Mingguang entered the door, it was a long-lost greeting, swift and fiery.
But now, it is indeed approaching non-stop.
With familiarity and nostalgia.
Their physical fitness was much higher than ordinary people. Yan Mingguang's offensive became more and more fierce. Yan Wei was still red from neck to ear, but he just took a breath. He was tightly held by Yan Mingguang with one hand, and the other hand was still hanging on Yan Mingguang's shoulder. With a little force on his fingertips, he kissed back.
He is very familiar with everything about this person.
I am so familiar that I don't need to keep it at all, every slight movement and intimacy can predict the other party's reaction, but I still look forward to it.
That was? His subconscious closeness, a move he would subconsciously make without thinking. They wandered through life and death together, swam through the dirty blood together, and kissed like this in a moment of tranquility.
Yan Wei didn't think about anything at all, subconsciously cooperated with the other party.
half an hour.
His reason slowly returned, his face was blushing, and he was about to push Yan Ming? Guang away, but this person had already let go of him ahead of time. Yan Ming's light seemed to be stopped suddenly with restraint, and all his movements stopped in an instant.
Yan Wei opened his eyes, looked at the man backed up a little, and kissed the corner of his mouth without holding back.
He rolled his eyes and said in a low voice: "I'm looking for you to settle accounts, Mr. Yan?"
"Yeah." Yan Mingguang's expression was still cold, but his tone was very serious, "I know I was wrong."
Yan Wei suddenly had nothing to say.
This? People did it on purpose, and only admitted their mistake after kissing and eating clean.
He lowered his head slightly, raised his hand to touch the temperature of his cheek, and said with a still warm face, "Just admit it? I'm making excuses, don't you see it?"
Yan Ming just looked at him.
This person has retracted his hand at this moment, and sat upright as before, as if nothing happened just now.
Yan Wei said: "When I used to play tricks on you, you...how did you format it once, no? Formatted your duplicity? Did you make you more of a hypocrite?"
"You said before that you don't come close to me, because? You don't want to let me who has not recovered my memory, because? I know that I liked you and? I like you. But now I have recovered my memory. You are so boring, who are you holding it for? What do you see?"
Yan Ming's eyes darkened.
"You need to rest and recover," he said.
Yan Wei opened his mouth, intending to raise an argument, but Yan Ming's words immediately silenced him like a cicada.
"Don't? Mess with me."
Yan Wei pouted, and could only say: "I'm really tired, I want to sleep for a while."
Yan Mingguang immediately got up, effortlessly hugged Yan Wei, walked to the bedroom, and calmly said the words that he had said countless times: "I will accompany you."
In the afternoon of the second day, at the time Yan Wei made an appointment with, Lin Zhen came alone.
Yan Mingguang went to other parts of the world in the building early in the morning to check the current situation of high-level players and various organizations. In the huge apartment, only Yan Wei was alone in the living room.
The door of the apartment was wide open, and Lin Zhen didn't need to knock at all, just walked in, and saw Yan Wei sitting on the floor with a pillow in his arms, looking up at some transcripts projected on the wall.
It can be seen at a glance that it is one of the few classic high-level copies.
With the windows open, a cool breeze blows in, and the sun shines, but it doesn't feel too bright. The pure black endless stone monument outside seemed to swallow all the light.
Lin Zhen had seen this kind of scene at Lin Qing's house for countless times, and was not interested in this endless stone tablet. He went to the coffee table and picked up a bunch of snacks in his hand, and took a few bites. Say: "Little? Pet, I've come to ask you something."
Yan Wei looked away from the projection, quite surprised. He thought that Lin Zhen would ask about the missing person yesterday, but he didn't say a word.
He said, "It was an accident. Neither Lin Qing nor I thought of it at first."
Lin Zhen paused, sneered, shrugged, put down the snacks, and said, "Then I'm fine, let's go."
Yan Wei saw that he really didn't care, and when Lin Zhen walked to the door, he shouted: "Next? I may need to rest for half a year. Yan Mingguang will accompany you through the dungeon. When Lin Qing comes out, You can ask him a lot of things, and he should tell you all of them now."
Lin Zhen didn't turn his head back? He waved his hand: "Okay."
Soon he disappeared from Yan Wei's sight.
Yan Wei looked at the open apartment door, and after a while, sighed leisurely, looked away, and continued to look at the super-high-level dungeon records that happened during the period after he formatted.
Looking at it, the copy record in front of him has obviously reached a relatively safe stage, but he can't help but clenched the remote control in his hand.
In fact, after he got back his memory, it was not very useful to brush these dungeons to record, as he was already very familiar with these things. Most of the low-level dungeons have certain routines and vitality, which he has known for a long time, while the high-level dungeons are unpredictable.
The reason for watching these is just to cover up the uneasiness in my heart.
Yan Wei has been feeling vaguely uneasy and slightly anxious since the dungeon of the puppet castle. Now that Yan Ming is not around, he dares to release a little bit only when he is alone.
This unease stems from the top-level copy before formatting.
That was? The only time he kept? Failing. The rules and crises in the dungeon were all within his expectations, but the other Yan Mingguang arranged by the second floor made him hesitate several times and became dangerous.
In the copy of the puppet castle, Lou also grasped this point of him and arranged so many dislocations of illusion and reality to mislead him.
Yan Wei wakes up every day, in addition to the corpses of high-level players floating out of the sea of blood, there are also ghosts hiding in the dark, and he still needs to distinguish between the real and the fake of Yan Ming. Thinking back now, his memory during that time was even a little messed up, some details couldn't be remembered at all, and some experiences were vague, like a blurred painting, he only knew the appearance, but couldn't remember it. see clearly.
True, false, and false disturbed him more than the danger of the dungeon, so that Yan Wei had no way to concentrate on breaking the game, causing the players in the dungeon to die one after another, and finally only the two of them remained. The hope of destroying the building was all on Yan Wei. During that time, he was so stressed that he was mentally abnormal, so he completely misunderstood Yan Mingguang. lead away.
But he should be in the end? Break the game.
Is it formatted when you want to exchange the magic box after breaking the game
Thinking of this, Yan Wei's memory began to become complicated again, he pressed his temple with some headaches, and frowned.
really? is it so difficult
Before reaching the summit, he actually never felt that he would fail. Lou is very powerful, and dungeons are also very dangerous. He didn't underestimate his opponent, but at the same time he also despised the consciousness that was born out of Lou.
That thing is not a real building at all, but it can wander within the rules of the building. "It" doesn't even dare to compete with him directly, it will only hide in the dark and make those insidious calculations. That consciousness is narrow, timid, full of greed, full of evil thoughts, Yan Wei doesn't even want to call this kind of thing an opponent.
But he actually lost to such a thing in the contest to climb to the top.
Even now, Yan Wei still has some disbelief that he actually lost completely by other means besides successfully staying behind.
What about again
Mistakes are not? Once you know it, you can never make it again. On the contrary, once a person makes a mistake, he will have a psychological expectation of this mistake and have a deeper fear of the result. He is not afraid of this awareness, but he is afraid of repeating the same mistakes.
But this time, Lou already knew his and Yan Mingguang's successors. If they failed again, they would either die directly or format again—but they couldn't keep anything. They could only be completely formatted. .
Is that any different from being dead
Yan Wei's eyes were slightly distracted, without focus, and he was thinking about these complicated and simple things as if distracted.
After a long time, he murmured to himself, "We can't fail anymore."
Five days later, Lin Qing came out from the dungeon on the eighty-ninth floor, together with a mysterious bird player he brought in, they got two invitation letters this time.
As Yan Wei thought, Xuanniao now has three invitation letters that can hit the top floor, and Yan Wei, Yan Ming, Guang and Lin Qing just went in just right. But if you want to bring someone back, you need to enter the 89th floor dungeon again.
At this time, Yan Wei had completely cut off contact with anyone, and began to concentrate on receiving the stripped data.
The person who told Lin Qing about Yan Wei's future plans was Yan Ming Guang.
The place where the mysterious bird is located is also a towering building in the central area, and the pure black endless stone tablet is not far away, revealing a silent aura.
Lin Qing looked out the window and said to Yan Mingguang who was sitting in the room: "I don't think it is necessary."
What was he referring to? Yan Wei was going to the eighty-ninth floor again.
"This? It's too dangerous for Yan Wei. It took him so much time and life to do it all over again. He should go directly to the top floor. I've prepared the invitation letter. "
Yan Ming raised his eyelids, and just said, "I didn't come to discuss with you, but I came to help Yan Wei inform you."