Half Immortal

But it was getting dark in a moment, and several people were unambiguous, and quickly prepared to choose a bed to rest, and other things would be discussed later.

Lin Zhen swayed for a while, jumped off the top bunk quickly, grabbed the bottom bunk without saying a word, and said, "The probability of **** on the bottom bunk is higher, don't fight me."

Yu Feizhou: "...then I'll sleep on your top bunk."

Gao Ming and Zhou Tian also slept on the upper bunk above the desk, leaving the upper and lower bunks in the same position. Without saying a word, Yan Mingguang took off his jacket and lay down on the only remaining bottom bunk.

The dormitory was already quiet, and everyone was ready for the night with more than ten seconds left. Yan Wei walked to the bed and glanced at Yan Mingguang who was lying on his side.

The beds in the high school dormitory are ordinary single rooms, and it is even more stuffed for boys like them.

The man subconsciously moved inward to make room for him, but his limbs were quite stiff, obviously he did not expect Yan Wei's sudden move. Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang leaned face to face, smelling the freshness of this person that was always unaffected by the dirt in the copy, laying sideways on the pillow, raised his eyes slightly to look at Yan Mingguang who was close at hand.

This man is also looking at him, his pure black pupils can't see the bottom, as if he can see people into the bottom of his eyes.

This way you can sleep with a whip."

The words fell, the sunlight completely disappeared behind the starry night at this moment.

The campus where people came and went a few minutes ago ushered in a dead silence at this moment, darkness poured down, and there was a strange wind in the corridor of the dormitory building.

Yan Mingguang moved his hand under the quilt, and the whip silently wrapped around Yan Wei's wrist.

After coming out of the ghost hand space, Yan Mingguang was silent. In the past, there would be some one-word, two-word responses, but until they returned to the dormitory building, Yan Mingguang didn't say a word.

【Mr. Yan, you are wrong. 】He says.

[…? 】

Although the other party did not answer, Yan Wei immediately felt Yan Mingguang's mood at the moment.

I just think you... are you on your mind? 】

Chenxi High School was in spring, and it was a bit chilly at night, and Yan Wei shrank back subconsciously.

Half an hour.

[…No. 】

This answer is better than no answer.

【I listen to you, as if admitting it. 】

[…]

After all, we are each other's most trusted teammates. You look wrong today. What happened when we parted? Or is your Virgin's heart attacking again, and thinking about those people in Yuemang is complicated? 】

【Moonlight. 】

【That's what happened when we parted? 】

Yan Mingguang didn't answer again.

In the silence, people's senses are magnified. Yan Wei could feel that he and Yan Mingguang were clustered together, the temperature was transmitted to each other, and the other party's regular heartbeat and breathing sound.

He didn't realize it until he realized it. In the first instance, he was particularly resistant to sleeping with Yan Mingguang in the same bed, but this time he didn't hesitate to get into Yan Mingguang. Mingguang's bed.

His cleanliness has always been serious, but now, he has no dislike.

Yan Wei suddenly felt a little confused, and subconsciously clenched his fist, the hand under the quilt unconsciously clenched the whip and pulled it.

Yan Mingguang, when he was urging him to answer, finally said: [Nothing happened. 】

Yan Wei blinked, 【It seems that you don’t want to speak. Forget it, anyway... I don't think you're going to hurt me. You don't want to talk about what's on your mind, but I want to. 】

Yan Mingguang moved slightly, and in the darkness, the man's eyes slowly focused on the outline of Yan Wei's face under the desolate moonlight.

He will respond faster than ever: [What? 】

【I don’t know why, when I entered the ghost hand space today, I always felt an unspeakable and heavy feeling. Especially when I got the Moon Wheel Fragment, the attributes of this legendary item are very positive, but I held its fragment in the palm of my hand. Not only was I not happy, but I felt like something was pressing against me, very…]

Yan Wei thought about it, and finally thought of an appropriate word: [Very breathless. And I always feel familiar, shouldn't I have touched it before, I forgot? 】

Yan Mingguang immediately refuted him: [Thinking too much. 】

Yan Wei silently rolled his eyes at the other party.

Yan Wei wanted to use his skills to connect with Yan Mingguang's perception, but this man didn't connect at all, and slowly closed his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep.

Yan Wei: “…”

Go ahead.

Maybe he did think too much.

He pouted, closed his eyes, emptied everything in his mind and began to rest.

After a while, several screams that Yan Wei was familiar with rang out.

Those voices are from the third floor.

—is a few players of Yuemang.

The screams continued for a while, the sound of running from far and near, accompanied by Yue Wenxing's cry: "Help! Brother Li, save me!!"

He ran and stumbled, hitting the railings of the corridor several times, making a dull crashing sound. But the sound of footsteps is not single, and it seems that something heavy is chasing him.

The hurried footsteps of Yuewen Xing directly crossed 407 and stopped in front of the door of 406.

Then there was a violent knock on the door: "Brother Li! Brother Li save me!! It's here, it's here... Help me—!"

His voice was breathing heavily, his breath was shaking violently, he was obviously injured, and he was bleeding a lot - Yan Wei leaned against Yan Mingguang's arms, and he could hear a little blood drop. the sound of.

Room 406 was silent.

And what Yue Wenxing was chasing was getting closer and closer.

"Li Qing! Don't think I, I don't know... You knocked me out and sent me to 303 so that you can stay in 406 safely!"

Another violent crash.

That thing seems to be catching up, Yuewen Xing may have a little life-saving trump card, he even hit the door of 406, but the door of 406 has not changed - since Li Qing has done this Why don't you do some protection at the door of the dormitory?

A crisp sound came, like the sound of broken bones, and the sound of blood being torn apart.

Something seemed to tear his limbs off.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Yuewenxing was in the corridor outside the door. These sounds, which seemed to be wrapped in blood, were extremely close to Yan Wei and others. In the darkness, Yan Wei slowly opened his eyes, stared straight ahead without focus, and listened carefully to every move outside.

This is all he expected. What will Yan Mingguang think?

The focus in his eyes converged and turned to Yan Mingguang.

In the darkness, nothing can be seen clearly, even if the person is asleep or awake.

Yue Wenxing shouted heart-rendingly: "Li Qing! You are not benevolent, good!! I will not make you feel better if I die, the brothers inside can hear it clearly, Li Qing himself Let me set up a ghost formation in 303, but someone calculated that I couldn't get back to 407, so they knocked me out and threw me to 303! He—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Another tearing sound.

“…he, he will do this to me today, and will do the same to you tomorrow!”

"Li Qing!! You will end up with me sooner or later - ah ah ah ah ah!"

Gradually, the voice completely returned to calm.

Yan Wei slowly closed her eyes again.

shallow. It's like every day when he falls asleep alone, full of vigilance, always unable to let go of all his thoughts and precautions, and always feels that he has a lot of things to do - but he actually has nothing to do.

Yan Mingguang and Yan Mingguang shrunk together every time, even if it was a narrow single bed, Yan Wei could fall into a dream in the crowd.

This time, the dream is no longer a faint ignorance.

He seemed to dream that he was with Yan Mingguang again. The surroundings are still the same danger, urgency, and blood everywhere as the dungeon in the building. Yan Mingguang is not as silent as he is now. Although he still doesn't talk much, he occasionally even analyzes the situation of clues with him and discusses possible tactics.

They seem to be in the copy, but once every scene flashes, he can't remember what happened in the last copy of the screen, only remember that there is Yan Mingguang in the screen, this person has been... standing by his side.

Safe and reliable.

Yan Wei really wanted to see the flashing copy pictures, but something deeply restrained him and pressed these pictures firmly. He couldn't see anything clearly at all, he only remembered that there seemed to be a scene where Yan Mingguang was talking to him.

In his impression of these three copies, Yan Mingguang would hardly take the initiative to understand anything. But in this picture, the man was standing by the window with a cigarette in his hand. The thick smoke covered most of the man's profile, and Yan Wei couldn't see the other's expression at all.

The smoke was blocked among them, hazy.

The man asked him: "...so why do you want to go to the top?"

Gambling area.

At the moment when Yan Wei and others opened their perspective, almost all the players still present looked at the picture in the projection in disbelief.

—Watching the game between Yan Wei and Li Qing.

At night, after Yan Wei and others turned off the projection, the players in the casino area began to discuss.

They finally slowly accepted the fact that Yan Wei had been hiding before. This obedient-looking young man who appeared in front of everyone for the first time, after showing his true colors for the first time, gave the impression that all players who had previously regarded him as a waste were completely subverted.

He seems to be completely different from the young man who was chased by ghosts and shouted for help.

Everyone watched him push Li Qing into the trap, and Li Qing finally chose the "last choice" as Yan Wei wished.

In the end, Yuewenxing unwillingly opened the projection before his death, and informed all the players inside and outside the dungeon of the ins and outs of everything. Later, in the projection, the Yuewen star was torn apart alive by the ghosts, the projection screen turned completely gray, and there was an uproar before the projection.

Yan Wei used Yuemang for a whole day without any damage, and got all the useful information of Yuemang. In the end, he didn't even have a frontal conflict, and directly let Li Qing hurt himself Viet Star and another three-month Mans player.

Even if tomorrow in the dungeon has not yet come, everyone knows that this seed of distrust takes root in the hearts of players who are still alive in the moonlight, and it is absolutely impossible to pull it out. And this picture even made Yuemang players outside the dungeon see clearly, they clearly knew what kind of seed players their organization had.

After the death of Yue Wenxing, calm was restored before the noisy projection. Lin Qing still sat there calmly, as if she was not interested in what was going on in this dungeon at all.

Zhao Jingchen turned around directly, pulled out a player behind him, kicked him to the ground mercilessly, and said angrily, "This is the person you chose!?"

Ning Yi still stood aside with a cold face, and the rest of Yuemang's faces were not very good-looking.

Zhao Jingchen gritted his teeth: "Li Qing can't come out, what are we still doing here? Go."

Yuemang's players hurriedly followed Zhao Jingchen and left.

Another silence.

For a moment, a questioning question broke the atmosphere of the scene.

"Yan Mingguang, Yan Wei... Could it be that from the beginning, Yan was not Yan Mingguang, but Yan Wei?"