The first course was served promptly.
The round plate has a hint of antiquity, with truffles, chocolate and date paste placed on it.
"This dish is called Red Apricots Out of the Wall." The waiter introduced: "It is an appetizer dessert, a new product recently developed by our restaurant chef..."
Tangning was stunned for a moment, then picked up the knife and fork awkwardly.
Mo Yunchu listened to the waiter's introduction without changing his expression. He even glanced at Lu Yingxing at the next table with interest, and then took a small sip.
After tasting, Master Mo Da started to act like a demon: "The annoying people have finally disappeared, and now only you are left."
Tangning: “?”
This is not part of the scene we talked about before.
Tang Ning looked up blankly and met Mo Yunchu's deep eyes. His dark eyes were like the sea at night, flowing with the evil waters of the Pacific Ocean.
Tang Ning saw Mo Yunchu blinking at him quickly.
Oh, I see. Is this a temporary addition
Tangning believed in Mo Yunchu's ability to handle this scene, so he quickly said, "Yes."
Mo Yunchu raised his glass and took a sip. He deliberately lowered his voice and adjusted it to his most sexy and charming voice. "In fact, from the first time I saw you, I only saw you."
Tangning felt his ears tingling. He agreed, "Me... too."
This sentence is true. Wherever Mo Yunchu stands, the spotlight is on him.
"It was only when someone called you darling that I realized he might be your boyfriend." Mo Yunchu's tone revealed some regret. What he held in his hand seemed not to be wine, but a cup of aged green tea. "I envy your boyfriend so much. Even though he is weak and gets dizzy when taking the elevator, you still support him."
Lu Yingxing on the side: "..."
Damn, I'm not weak! Not weak at all! These two days are just an example!
No man can tolerate his love rival dissing him for being weak. Lu Yingxing was so furious that the hot air coming out of his nostrils seemed to be smoking.
Mo Yunchu looked at Tangning lovingly and whispered, "Unlike me, I'm busy filming and work around the clock, so I can only exercise on my own. Speaking of which, there is a scene in Paradox that requires me to show off my abdominal muscles."
Tangning responded immediately, "Is it when you were injured and needed to be bandaged?"
After the officer played by Mo Yunchu was injured, he took off his abstinent military uniform, revealing his good figure that feasted the eyes of all the audience.
The most alluring thing was that Mo Yunchu did not expose herself, but used bandages to achieve a half-covered effect. Some blood was faintly visible on the bandages, adding a filter of a battle-damaged beauty. When this scene came out in the theater, everyone in the audience, both men and women, exclaimed in unison.
Tangning was also deeply impressed by this scene.
Mo Yunchu nodded, boasting without changing his expression. No, it should be said that he was telling the truth: "The director wanted to find a coach to train my body at first, but he didn't expect that I have been exercising regularly and could achieve the director's ideal effect without any last-minute efforts."
Tangning subconsciously looked at Mo Yunchu. Mo Yunchu was a typical person who looked thin when dressed but had muscular body when undressed. Now that he was wearing casual clothes, it was really hard to imagine what kind of perfect body shape he had underneath his clothes.
"You're very self-disciplined," Tangning couldn't help but praise him. He was not too kind to say the word "sexy".
Lu Yingxing at the next table covered his eight-pack abs in grief and anger. Even if he went to war, he would not be injured like this.
He is also very self-disciplined! He also has eight-pack abs!! His figure is also very good!!!
The corners of Mo Yunchu's lips curled up into a faint smile, and then he sighed softly, "Actually, I envy Mr. Lu. I envy his casualness and freedom."
Lu Yingxing: “?”
"He does a lot of things based on his own temperament, without considering what kind of harm his actions will bring to the people around him." Mo Yunchu praised him openly and criticized him secretly, and would do whatever he could to get the better of him whenever he got the chance.
Lu Yingxing: “???”
"As an artist, I am always subject to restrictions imposed by others. I can never indulge myself and can only work hard to fit myself into a perfect shell." Mo Yunchu said as he raised his glass and drank it all, seeming to be really worried.
If Mo Yunchu's agent had the chance to hear Mo Yunchu say this nonsense, he would want to cry down the Great Wall and jump into the Yellow River. After all, this is the old man who directly returns the company's plans one by one. If he says he doesn't want to do something, no one can force him to do it. Now if he wants to fall in love, no one can stop him from doing it.
Tang Ning, who knew nothing about it, saw Mo Yunchu's vulnerable side, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether Mo Yunchu was acting or expressing his true feelings. As an artist, even though he was only an 18th-tier star before, he knew the bitterness and pain behind the glamorous life in this industry.
How much hardship and suffering did Mo Yunchu endure along the way to reach the top of this industry
Tangning looked at Mo Yunchu, who was frowning and holding his forehead. After a moment's thought, she whispered, "We don't need to wear masks here..."
Mo Yunchu put down his wine glass and leaned closer to Tangning. His eyes, which were usually sharp and capable of seeing through people's hearts, seemed to have softened due to the alcohol. They looked dull and lazy. "If I don't wear a mask and you don't like me anymore, what should I do?"
dislike
Tangning was a little confused. He didn't like it now...
But when he met Mo Yunchu's pair of tipsy eyes, Tang Ning's denial suddenly became untenable. He didn't dare to look into Mo Yunchu's eyes, fearing that Mo Yunchu would fall into a seductive and ambiguous trap if they looked at each other.
Just at this moment, the waiter came over.
The wonderful atmosphere was broken.
Tangning hastily raised her glass and took a sip. She had no intention of tasting the wine, nor did she want to listen to the waiter's introduction to the inspiration, ingredients, and taste of the dish...
The same was true for Lu Yingxing standing next to him. Everything he ate tasted like lemon and was so sour that it made his teeth hurt.
What mask or not, he saw Mo Yunchu wearing a hypocrite mask and he was so happy!
Does Mo Yunchuju still remember that he is an actor? Hasn't he ever thought about what kind of negative impact it would cause if his male mistress was exposed one day? !
Lu Yingxing had kept the recording function on his phone turned on, and every word said by Mo Yunchu at the next table was recorded.
Lu Yingxing felt like he was sleeping on straw and enduring humiliation.
"Xiao Ning." Mo Yunchu pretended to ask casually while pouring wine: "What kind of person do you like?"
When this question came out, even the jealous Lu Yingxing pricked up his ears.
Tang Ning blinked as he was drinking. A hazy figure appeared in his mind.
The figure looks like Lu Yingxing, but not quite.
What kind of person does he like? He likes his prince.
Now all he could think of in his mind were the figures of the princes from various copies, but strangely, he didn't like Lu Yingxing, who belonged to the first copy, that much.
"I'm not sure either, I'll see how it feels..." Tangning took another sip of wine. He couldn't drink much, and after just a small sip he would feel his body starting to heat up. After a few more sips the heat seemed to rush to his brain, making him feel dizzy.
Not only did he feel dizzy, but the pressure, depression, and anxiety that attached to him also became dizzy, seeming to linger around him, yet also seemed to be separated from him by a distance.
Tang Ning saw that the Mo Yunchu in front of him seemed to have become two. He blinked, and the two Mo Yunchu became one person again.
uh-huh.
Not only Mo Yunchu, but also the plates, cups, dishes, and wine bottles all had afterimages, making it so that Tang Ning couldn't tell which wine glass she was holding.
"Xiao Ning? Are you drunk?"
drunk
Am I drunk? No.
Tang Ning narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Yunchu. He saw another figure beside Mo Yunchu, it seemed to be... Qi Yun
Hmm, that’s not right. It turned into Mo Yunchu again. Why didn’t I notice before that Mo Yunchu and Qi Yun looked a little alike
I can’t explain exactly how he resembles me, it seems like this…
Mo Yunchu held out a finger in front of Tangning, "What's this?"
It’s so annoying. Sometimes it’s vertically “1” and sometimes it’s vertically “2”. How can people guess
Tangning pushed the hand away in dissatisfaction and said half seriously and half confusedly, "Are you testing me?"
Mo Yunchu withdrew his hand and looked at Tangning's drunken appearance. He couldn't help but smile, "You really get drunk after one glass of wine."
"What?" Tang Ning saw Gong Yun's figure appear beside Mo Yunchu. Gong Yun, who was wearing wedding clothes, looked at him with a smile and said something to him, "Do you want to drink the wedding wine?" Tang Ning muttered.
When the word "交杯酒" came out, Mo Yunchu was stunned at first, then raised his glass and said, "Okay."
Tang Ning's hands were a little weak, and when he raised the wine glass to exchange cups with Mo Yunchu, the glass swayed and spilled the wine. Tang Ning's sparkling eyes seemed to overflow with some emotions, as if he had returned to the wedding of Yitian Gong Yun, and people around him shouted in a booing manner, "We've drunk the wedding wine, and we'll be together for the rest of our lives."
The wine glass pried open his lips and teeth, and Tangning closed his eyes.
He thought of the time when he and Su Anyun were getting wet in the snow and had sex together.
The wine slid down his throat.
His body became hotter and softer, and his red fingers could not hold the wine glass, which fell on the table with a clink.
"You're drunk." A gentle and magnetic voice sounded in his ears.
Tang Ning opened his eyes with great effort, but he could not see anything clearly. The only thing he could see was the hot air with the aroma of wine blowing into his ears. There seemed to be some kind of voice speaking, echoing in his mind through time and space.
"Drunk—"
In my drunken state…I look at my sword by lamplight…I dream of blowing the horn in the camp…
No, no, not this drunkenness.
What ancient poem is this? Huh? I don't remember... Is there any other poem about being drunk
Tangning stared at the empty wine glass and couldn't help but smile foolishly. She muttered, "When I'm drunk... the world is so big..."
The drunken verses from the wedding echoed in his ears, clear and cold, like fallen leaves and floating flowers on flowing water.
"In the pot... the sun and the moon are long..."
The poems that Gong Yun had read flowed out spontaneously, with an extremely light sigh, yet extremely strong, containing emotions that could not be pushed away.
Tangning's memory was not very good. He definitely could not have recited this poem when he was sober. But now that he was drunk, he recited it in a daze, "One hundred years... I was drunk... Thirty-six thousand games..."
Thirty-six thousand games...
Thirty thousand... Six thousand...
Tangning frowned as he read on. He stared at his reflection in the glass. His face was distorted and he frowned. "30,000... 6,000..."
"What's wrong?" Mo Yunchu asked.
Thirty-six thousand what
Is there anything special about this number
Tangning shook his head vigorously and reached out to grab the wine glass. It seemed as if he had grasped something, something that flashed by, "Wine... give it to me..."
Tang Ning looked very drunk, as if he was acting crazy. His entire face was red and his words were slurred. In this situation, the people around him shouldn't have poured him a glass of wine.
Mo Yunchu didn't want to force Tang Ning to drink anymore because he was sure that Tang Ning was really drunk and would probably pass out if she drank any more. But strangely, when he heard the number "36,000", something flashed through his mind.
Mo Yunchu poured Tang Ning another glass.
The wine was poured into the glass, making a sound like flowing water.
Tang Ning thought of Gong Jun and the tomb he found in reality. There were two coffins in the tomb. It seemed that Gong Jun had a lover who would accompany him for the rest of his life a long time ago.
He thought about the copy again.
He had been to this instance a long time ago. This was the first instance he had been to. How did he come to this instance again? What were the rules of the system regarding instances? It seemed that there was a certain progression or regression in instances.
"System," Tang Ning said directly while holding up his wine glass. These special words would be processed by the card game and would become irrelevant sentences when spoken by the NPC.
He looks more and more like a drunkard.
What's wrong? the system asked.
"Rules, tell me the rules again, okay?" Tangning muttered.
What rules
Regarding the rules of the dungeon... Well, I'm not talking about the rules of this dungeon, I'm talking about the rules of the overall dungeon of your game.
You can go back and see for yourself, the system said coldly.
At the same time, Mo Yunchu also said: "Xiao Ning, you seem drunk, let's not drink anymore, okay?"
Tangning laughed suddenly. His smile was very sweet. Even his thick eyelashes could not hide the tiny gleam in his eyes. Mo Yunchu was stunned for a moment as he saw Tangning's smile up close. His heartbeat accelerated.
Tang Ning put down his wine glass, he hooked his hands around Mo Yunchu's neck, and stared at Mo Yunchu with his drunken eyes. In fact, Tang Ning couldn't see anything clearly at this time. He seemed to be looking at Mo Yunchu, but also seemed to be looking at the system that always cheated him.
"No, I want it now," Tang Ning whispered to Mo Yunchu.
But the system knew that the drunkard was whispering this to it.
Just like acting like a spoiled child.
Soft, like sweet wine with rich fruity aroma.
Each instance has its own independent storyline. When the player enters, the wheel of time will start turning... When the player exits the instance, the timeline will stop... The instance has growth potential... It is very likely to upgrade or degenerate according to the timeline... The player cannot choose the instance to enter. The cold male voice finished reading the rules.
But Tangning shook her head.
That's not it…
He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the answer he wanted.
Tang Ning suddenly laughed like a child who found candy. It was the one you didn't read.
In fact, he was not sure at the beginning, and even suspected that it was just a random guess on his part. However, the system was so evasive and deliberately concealed it from him, but it actually helped him eliminate the wrong answers.
The system stopped talking and refused to tell him.
It doesn't matter, he can ask his teammates.
With so many players, there is always one who can remember the rules.
Tang Ning blinked hard and reached for his phone in his pocket, but he was so drunk that his hands kept moving towards Mo Yunchu's body, from his broad chest to his thin waist, and then from his waist down to his pocket, but he couldn't touch the right place.
Instead, Mo Yunchu, who was not drunk at all, began to blush and sweat a little. "Xiao Ning." He called out in a rare and embarrassed manner.
Tang Ning couldn't see clearly who the person who called him Xiao Ning was.
But strangely enough, he instinctively moved closer to this person and couldn't help but rub his face against the other's chest like a cat.
There was a hint of wine and flowers lingering in the air.
He put his ear to the man's chest and seemed to listen to the other person's violently beating heartbeat.
A strong heartbeat.
Tangning closed her eyes and felt an indescribable sense of relief.
Mo Yunchu picked up Tang Ning.
His feet left the ground and swayed in the air. One of Tang Ning's arms also fell down. He seemed to be in the drifting clouds, or immersed in the bottomless sea.
Mo Yunchu carried Tang Ning as he passed by Lu Yingxing. Lu Yingxing did not try to hide his whereabouts. He stood up and blocked Mo Yunchu's way. "What are you going to do with him?!"
Guests from other tables looked towards this place.
Although it was difficult to see clearly through the branches, if the stalemate continued, people who were watching the fun would inevitably come over to take a closer look. At this time, even if Mo Yunchu was wearing a mask, his identity would easily be exposed.
Mo Yunchu looked at the unconscious Tangning in his arms. Tangning's brows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed a little uncomfortable. Mo Yunchu whispered, "Don't bother him."
"Arguing with him?" Lu Yingxing almost laughed out of anger, "He's already this drunk. Mo Yunchu, I'm warning you, don't take advantage of him."
Mo Yunchu looked at Lu Yingxing without changing his expression, "I am not you. I will not use such despicable means."
"Should I just use..." Lu Yingxing stopped talking halfway.
The deep phoenix eyes seemed to see through everything. Mo Yunchu said calmly: "Stop using your evil method as soon as possible. It will hurt others and yourself if you don't do it."
After saying this, Mo Yunchu hugged Tang Ning and left without caring about Lu Yingxing's reaction.
Mo Yunchu walked very quickly and soon arrived in front of the car. He opened the door and put the drunk in the passenger seat. Tang Ning lowered her head, her chin almost touching her chest, and her eyelashes looked like two small fans.
A blush fell on her pretty face. Mo Yunchu could see the fine hairs on Tang Ning's face. Tang Ning, who was completely defenseless in front of him, was like a sweet peach.
Mo Yunchu reached out his hand and touched Tang Ning's soft face. He really wanted to be a gentleman, but when they were so close, he felt like he was being tempted. He couldn't help but kiss Tang Ning gently between her eyebrows.
At the moment of the secret kiss, even Mo Yunchu himself was stunned. He had never thought that his self-control would be so poor.
Ever since he met Tang Ning, the self-control that he had always been proud of would always break down very easily, as if the other person was naturally attractive to him.
"Ding-ling-ling—" a bell rang suddenly.
Mo Yunchu quickly made Tang Ning distance herself from him.
The speed is so fast that Ge feels guilty.
Mo Yunchu soon discovered the source of the ringtone; it was the cell phone in Tang Ning's pocket.
Mo Yunchu reached out to take the phone from Tang Ning's pocket. Just when he was about to succeed, a soft hand suddenly pressed the back of Mo Yunchu's hand.
Tang Ning opened his misty eyes. He still had no strength left. When he wanted to take out his phone, Mo Yunchu didn't dare to stop him.
Tangning used her usual feel to find the answer button, and Li Haoyuan's voice came from the phone, "Tangning, Old Liu is not at home, and the store has been closed. We went to check out the funeral clothing store you mentioned, and it's closed today."
"Hmm." Tangning uttered this soft sound from his nose. He closed his eyes slightly and asked, "I have something to ask you."
Li Haoyuan's ears went numb for a moment, "... ah, okay."
"Do you remember the general rules about dungeons? There are a total of..." Tangning spoke slowly, "How many dungeons are there in this card game?"
This question was a bit confusing. Li Haoyuan thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be more than 30,000?"
"How much is thirty thousand?" Tang Ning asked.
Li Haoyuan looked at his teammates and said, "Hey, do you remember how many copies there are in the card game?"
Lu Kaiyang scratched his head: "Who knows this? No one would remember this if there is nothing else to do."
"Thirty-six thousand five hundred." Si Tai confirmed: "I made a special note of it."
Li Haoyuan quickly asked, "Tangning, did you hear that?"
A drunken and soft voice came from the phone. Tangning's voice was pleasant enough on normal days, but at this moment it was so pleasant that it made people feel dazed. "When you are drunk, the world is vast; when you are in a pot, the sun and the moon are long."
"A hundred years of drunkenness, thirty-six thousand rounds."
The phone slipped from Tangning's weak hands. He opened his eyes, which were all red, and muttered, "Thirty-six thousand games."
"What does this mean?" Tang Ning asked softly.
Mo Yunchu explained: "This poem usually expresses the feeling that life is short and meaningless."
Tangning shook his head.
No, after Gong Yun drank the wedding wine with him, it was impossible for him to recite such a line of poetry expressing regret about the brevity and emptiness of life to him. It was their wedding day and Gong Yun was so excited that day, why did he recite such a line of poetry
Since he went through the first instance, his prince has appeared in every instance, just like the player.
So is it possible that the poem "36,000 times" means that I have waited for 36,000 copies of it
Tangning hugged his head.
His head felt dizzy and swollen, and waves of stabbing pain pierced his brain like awls.
So strange…
Thirty-six thousand games.
Why did he suddenly feel that this was not his first time coming to this copy, nor was it his second time coming to this world
It seems like a long, long time ago.
He only came once.