Half Immortal

      Lin Qing was the first time to see it from beginning to end, maybe because Yan Mingguang covered the three copies of Yan Wei on the bright side. Compared with Zhou Tian and Gao Ming, Lin Qing was a little more friendly.

    As for Yan Mingguang, this person is still so indifferent and meaningless, he can't see anything at all.

    But for a moment, Yan Mingguang regained his indifferent look and did not speak.

    Yan Wei thought it was meaningless to tease people like Yan Mingguang, and there would always be no turbulence. But now, for some reason, he feels that Yan Mingguang is not unresponsive, but this person is too self-controlled and can always hide his reaction in an instant.

    It was fun.

    Yan Wei chuckled lightly, then turned and sat back on the sofa.

    Zhou Tian and Gao Ming sat quietly on the side for a long time, Lin Qing glanced at Lin Zhen who was still standing at the door, but did not speak, but Lin Zhen instantly understood what he meant, and happily took it He dropped the apple on top of his head and pulled Yu Feizhou to come over.

    As soon as he sat down, he tossed the apple in his hand, and said with a "sneer": "Brother, do you want me to peel an apple for you? I haven't washed my hair for many days. "

    Yu Feizhou: "...How about we start, Yan Wei has prepared a table of meals."

    Lin Qing's expression did not change, she raised her hand and lifted the lid of the cake box again.

    The next moment, a cake with a human head that looks exactly like Lin Qing appeared in front of everyone. The cake was still a bleeding Lin Qing, which was too realistic.

    Gao Ming subconsciously made an "ah" sound.

    Lin Qing continued to keep her face straight, and under everyone's attention, she slowly cut a piece of cake towards her **** "face".

    —and ate.

    Lin Zhen's hand was stagnant, the apple was not caught, and fell to the ground with a "dong".

    Yan Mingguang sat silently beside Yan Wei, while Zhou Tian and Gao Ming dared not speak at all—Which player in the building has not heard the name of Lin Qing? They just found out about the relationship between Lin Zhen and Lin Qing. It's not surprising to see Lin Zhen like this, but it's impossible for them to treat Lin Qing as an ordinary player.

    Lin Qing ate the cake bit by bit, then put down the plate and said, "It tastes good."

    He slowly got up, glanced at Yan Wei, and the seriousness and sternness that had been before suddenly dissipated inadvertently.

    "We add a friend to the information panel," he said, "about the competitive dungeon, we will contact you when you make a decision."

    Yan Wei understands.

    Although he doesn't remember what happened before, he has a natural aura of familiarity with Lin Qing, and he doesn't feel uncomfortable. But for other people, even the carefree Lin Zhen, if they didn't say anything on the surface, they would definitely be trembling in their hearts. Lin Qing stayed here, and their gathering was almost gone.

    I have said everything that should be said, since Yan Wei still wants to keep the same and respond to the changes, and hides everything on the surface, then there is no need for Lin Qing to stay.

    The two of them added a friend, and Lin Qing also left - before leaving, she covered the cake box and took the head cake away.

    Lin Zhen: "...my brother's brain is not normal."

    Yan Wei: "Well, you are similar."

    Lin Zhen: "…"

    Although the time in the dungeon is not as long as the time in the world in the building, but every moment in the dungeon needs to be tightened, and every minute and every second is very long, and it is even more obvious The world inside the building is a precious moment of a little peace of mind.

    Even Yan Wei doesn't want to think too much at this moment. He started from the copy of the promenade hotel, and he seemed to be chased and chased one copy after another, and there was no time to breathe. Although there is still a huge unknown pressing down on him now, he always has an uneasy feeling of being spied on, but now with Yan Mingguang by his side and Lin Qing appearing, at least he feels that he is not alone.

    Yan Wei thought, and suddenly felt a little tired. He rubbed his eyebrows, then turned to look at the man beside him. The other party felt his gaze and turned his head to look at him.

    He chuckled and looked away.

    In just a few moments, they had some drinks.

    "It's done!" Gao Ming raised the bottle and drank it, wiping the corners of his mouth after drinking.

      A copy is up. Next... I won't hold you back, but if you need me..."

    Gao Ming touched a cup with Yan Wei and said, "Yan Wei, you can find me!"

    Yan Wei smiled: "Okay."

    Zhou Tian took out a few dice, and took a clean bowl from the table at will, and said with a smile: "What's the strength of drinking alone, let's compare the size!"

    Lin Zhen whistled: "Okay, then, I, Yu Feizhou and a small pet group—"

    "Stop!" Yan Wei raised his hand, "Who is in one group with you, the neuropathy, it doesn't have to be divided into two groups, six people can be divided into three groups. Me and our teacher Yan Group."

    "Cut, okay, then you go first."

    Yan Wei raised her elbow and nudged Yan Mingguang lightly: "Come on, ice cubes, you go first."

    The man beside him seemed to freeze. For a moment, under everyone's eyes, Yan Mingguang's cold voice sounded with a little confusion: "Bizai ... what is it?"

    Yan Wei was drinking for a while.

    He suddenly remembered that in the copy, Yan Mingguang knew nothing about campus bullying.

    From the moment this person appeared in front of him, he was so withdrawn that he was out of tune with those players in the first-level dungeon at that time, but he had a cold and pure temperament all over his body, powerful and clean.

    Yan Wei's always clear thoughts turned into a mess at this moment. He paused, silently hooked the corners of his mouth, picked up the dice, and said casually: "What do you pretend you don't understand, I'll do it first. Say it first, the loser will blow the bottle!"

    "Come on!"

    The sunset in the distant sky is low, and the sky of the world inside the building is so real that it confuses the inside and outside of the building, and the birds chirping past, piercing the clouds.

    In the living room of Yanwei's apartment, Lin Zhen and the others had fallen to the ground.

    Yu Feizhou was dizzy and dizzy, and leaned on an empty wine bottle in confusion. Lin Zhen grabbed his hand and said in a daze: "...don't think I don't know, you make small reports with my brother every day... hiccup... tell my brother everything I did... that's why he ... just take care of me every day!"

    Yu Feizhou was stunned and shook his head, not knowing which sentence he was denying.

    "It's not fun at all..." Lin Zhen said drunkenly, "I used to play the dungeon alone well... Whoever I want... hiccup... I fight with whoever I fight, and it happens that The world in this building has recognized my brother... I don't even remember that I have a brother, but one suddenly appeared for me... I also arranged for you to accompany me through the copy... Don't just care about me."

    “…he just cares about you.”

    "Cut."

    Besides, Yan Mingguang, who was not at all drunk, calmly pulled Yan Wei up, and said solemnly, "Go into the room and rest."

    Yan Wei was also a little drunk.

    He's not a good drinker, but he's definitely not bad either. But he thought that Yan Mingguang, who seemed to be cold on the surface and didn't know anything at all, would be considered a miracle that he could smoke. He should not be able to drink enough, so he had been looking for every reason to drink Yan Mingguang wine just now.

    In the end, Yan Mingguang was the same as drinking boiled water from beginning to end, but he was 50% drunk.

    Yan Wei stood up along Yan Mingguang's strength, and simply left the force point directly on Yan Mingguang, leaning completely against the man. There was no alcohol smell on the other party's body, and his breath was like snow and pine, but he was not repelled at all, just made him feel comfortable.

    The moment he was completely hanging on Yan Mingguang's body, the man paused, and then dragged him back to the room.

    The swallow necklace that had been hanging on Yan Mingguang's neck slipped out of the collar during the pulling and swayed slightly.

    "Bangdang-", the door closed, isolating the two from everything outside.

    Suddenly there was silence.

    Yan Mingguang slowly helped him to the side of the bed and let Yan Wei sit down.

    Under the condition of a confused mind, the sudden silence suddenly pulled out all the distracting thoughts that Yan Wei forcibly suppressed. In just a few seconds, the images of the time when he was alone with Yan Mingguang flashed in his mind, and he finally remembered the intermittent dream. The tone of the dream is very peaceful, but the fragments that I can remember so far are not peaceful.

    There are scenes surrounded by ghosts, there are dark and creepy scenes, and there are also... Yan Mingguang pressed his shoulders and kissed him in the hot water in the bathroom.

    The man had already let go of his hand and said to him, "Rest well."

    Seeing that the other party turned to leave, Yan Wei raised his hand and suddenly pulled Yan Mingguang.

    He pulled suddenly, the other party was obviously unprepared, he pulled back a step, turned his head to look at him.

    Yan Wei's cheeks were inexplicably hot. He whispered like muttering to himself, "...Can I trust you?"

    There was only Yan Mingguang in his dream, and the fragments in the dream were intermittent, and they were always there. Obviously, this person should have been with him for a long time. He also accompanied him for a long time, but Lin Qing did not know Yan Mingguang.

    His memory seemed to be taken out completely, and the only thing that was preserved and recalled was Yan Mingguang.

    This man knows more than he does, but he pretends not to know.

    From his memory, the first time he saw Yan Mingguang in the lobby of the Promenade Hotel, he seemed to be unsuspecting. In fact, he never thought about what would happen if Yan Mingguang couldn't believe it, if Yan Mingguang was not actually on the same side as him.

    He sat beside the bed, holding Yan Mingguang's warm hand, and looked up at each other.

    This man narrowed his eyes, moved his lips slightly, and finally just said: "Mm."

    Yan Wei unconsciously saw Yan Mingguang's lips. He sees people's hearts too well, he should be a person who won't have a relationship with other people, but in the dream, this person actually kissed him.

    He knew he liked men. Could it be that this dream is not so complicated, but that he and Yan Mingguang have been together for a long time, and some normal men will have fantasy generated under the stimulation of emotional hormones?

    Maybe Yan Mingguang really has nothing to do with his past?

    The man's suddenly enlarged face came into view, Yan Wei made a move, and clearly saw Yan Mingguang's expression was slightly stagnant, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times.

      The man subconsciously grabbed his wrist with a backhand, pushed him hard, and pushed his whole body to the wall, and lowered his head with a slight breath.

    Yan Wei suddenly woke up most of the time, and immediately realized what he was doing in the last moment. I don't know if it was because he was half-drunk or because he was ashamed, he just felt that his cheeks were a little hotter at this moment.

    —what is he doing! ?

     Feeling the temperature of the other party's breath, he breathed for a while, and he didn't know how to react for a while. He simply used the intoxication, his eyes flashed for a moment of confusion, then closed his eyes and pretended to be completely drunk fell down.

    Yan Mingguang caught him.

    Yan Wei didn't dare to open his eyes at all, and acted completely drunk, "unconscious".

    Yan Wei felt that Yan Mingguang had let go of his hands and slowly stood up straight, feeling relieved.

    He fell asleep.

    Yan Mingguang didn't find him pretending to be asleep, Yan Mingguang didn't find him pretending to be asleep, Yan Mingguang didn't find him pretending to be asleep, Yan Mingguang didn't—

    The figure of the man suddenly covered down, blocking most of the light in front of Yan Wei.

    Yan Wei only felt a warm touch coming from the corner of her eyes.

    —The man gently kissed the corner of his right eye.

    Yan Wei's brain, which was able to survive the dungeon, completely crashed at this moment.