Half Immortal - Chapter 133

    Yan Wei scratched at Yan Mingguang’s palm again.

    His tone is neither heavy nor light, and with his small gestures that seem to have or not The kitten up to the belly is throwing a tantrum.

    Yan Ming? This time, I really can’t stand it anymore, no? Let Yan Wei’s movements, Yan Wei’s fingers scratching his palm have not left, the man suddenly ? Holds his hand and doesn’t give him a chance to pull away at all.

    Yan Wei’s hand was wrapped in the warmth of Yan Mingguang’s palm, he blinked, his eyes wandering: “You let go.”

    “Hmm.”

    Yan Ming? Guang said, holding Yan Wei’s hand even tighter.

    Yan Wei: “…”

    “You let go first, I’m asking for guilt – uh!”

    The rest of the words were all submerged in Yan Ming’s sudden kiss.

    This man grabbed his hand firmly, bullied him up against the softness of the sofa, and pushed Yan Wei half of his body into the sofa. But he didn’t? Kung fu to get up, the slightly damp warmth from his lips took over Yan Wei’s whole mind, pulling him to the heights of the clouds in an instant.

    This time the touch was different from when Fang Caiyan Mingguang entered the door.

    It’s also different from his tentative kisses before this time, and it’s also different from when Yan Ming lightly kissed the corner of his eye before entering the dungeon.

    Before he regained his memory, those kisses were just tentative, cautious and unfamiliar approaches. When Fang Caiyan Mingguang entered the door, it was like a long-lost greeting, quick and fiery.

    But? Now, it does not stop? Approaching.

    With familiarity and miss.

      Take a breath. He was held tightly by Yan Mingguang with one hand, and the other hand was still hanging on Yan Mingguang’s shoulder, and he kissed back with a slight force with his fingertips.

    He knows everything about this man.

    I am so familiar that I don’t need to keep it at all. I can expect each other’s reaction with every subtle action and closeness, but I still look forward to it.

    That is? His subconscious closeness, a subconscious action without thinking. They have wandered through life and death together, roamed through the dirty blood together, and kissed as they do now in quiet moments.

    Yan Wei didn’t think anything at all, and subconsciously cooperated with each other.

    Half an hour.

    His sanity slowly returned, blushing, and was about to push Yan Mingguang away, but this man had already let go of him ahead of time. Yan Ming’s light seemed to have stopped suddenly and restrained, and all the movements were stagnant in an instant.

    Yan Wei opened his eyes and watched the man back up a little, then he couldn’t help but kissed the corner of his mouth.

    He rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, “I’m looking for you to settle accounts, Mr. Yan?”

    “En.” Yan Mingguang’s expression was still cold, but his tone was very serious, “I know I was wrong.”

    Yan Wei was speechless.

    This man did it on purpose, he confessed his mistake after kissing and eating.

    He lowered his head slightly, raised his hand to touch the temperature of his cheek, and said with a warm face, “Just admit I’m wrong? I’m using the topic to play, don’t you see it?”

    Yan Ming Guang looked at him.

    This person has withdrawn his hand at this moment, sitting up straight like he just now, as if nothing happened just now.

    Yan Wei said: “When I used to make fun of you, how did you format it once, didn’t you? Formatting your words and deeds, and making you more hypocrite? ?”

    “You said before, don’t come near me, is it? Because? I don’t want to have my memory restored, because I like you because I know I liked you. But I have restored my memory now, you How boring, who are you holding it for?”

    Yan Ming? His eyes sank.

    He said: “You need to rest and regain your strength.”

    Yan Wei opened his mouth and planned to raise the bar, but Yan Ming’s sentence immediately made him shudder.

    “Don’t mess with me.”

    Yan Wei pouted and said, “I’m really tired, I want to sleep.”

    Yan Mingguang stood up immediately, and effortlessly hugged Yan Wei, walked to the bedroom, and said the words that he said many times: “I’ll accompany you. “

    In the afternoon of the second day, at the time Yan Wei had agreed, Lin Zhen came alone.

    Yan Ming Guang 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, Lin Zhen didn’t need to knock on the door, he walked in directly, and saw Yan Wei sitting on the carpet with a pillow, looking up at the wall Some copy records of projections.

    You can see at a glance that it is one of the few classic high-level copies.

    The window was open, the cool wind blew in, and the sunlight shone along with it, but it didn’t feel too bright. The pure black endless stone tablet outside seems to have swallowed all the light.

    Lin Zhen had seen such a scene many times at Lin Qing’s house for a long time. He was not interested in this endless stone tablet. He walked to the coffee table and grabbed a bunch of snacks and held it in his hand. Inside, he ate a few mouthfuls and said, “Little pet, I’m here to ask you something.”

    Yan Wei retracted his gaze from the projection, quite surprised. He thought that Lin Zhen would ask about the fact that no one was found yesterday, but he didn’t expect to say a word.

    He said, “It was an accident. Lin Qing and I didn’t expect it at first.”

    Lin Zhen made a move, sneered, shrugged, put down the snacks, and said, “Then I’m fine, let’s go.”

    Yan Wei looked at him really indifferent, and shouted when Lin Zhen walked to the door: “Next? I may need to rest for half a year, Yan Ming Guang will accompany you all. Copy. When Lin Qing comes out, you can ask him a lot of things, and he should tell you now.”

    Lin Zhen didn’t turn his head back? He waved his hand: “Okay.”

    Soon disappeared from Yan Wei’s sight.

    Yan Wei looked at the open apartment door, and after a long while, he sighed, looked away, and continued to look at the super-high-rise copy records that happened during this period of time after he formatted it.

    Looking at it, the copy record in front of him had obviously reached a relatively safe stage, but he couldn’t help clenching the remote control in his hand.

    In fact, after he got his memory back, it was not very useful to brush these copy records. He was very familiar with these things. Most of the low-level dungeons have certain routines and vitality, and he has long been aware of them. The high-level dungeons are unpredictable and unpredictable. No matter how much experience you have, it is useless, because every dungeon is brand new.

    The reason why I watch these is just to cover up the anxiety in my heart.

    Yan Wei has been feeling vaguely uneasy and a little anxious since the copy of the puppet castle. At this moment, Yan Ming? When the light is not there, everywhere? Only when he is alone, does he dare to release a little bit .

    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 he expected, but another Yan Mingguang arranged by Mr. Lou made him hesitate several times and was surrounded by danger.

    The copy of the puppet castle, Lou is precisely because he has caught him, and will arrange 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, and the ghosts hidden in the dark, he also needs to distinguish the true and false of Yan Ming and the light. Thinking back now, his memory was a little confused during that time, some details were completely incapable of remembering, and some experiences were ambiguous, as if they were dizzy paintings. see clearly.

      The rest? The two of them. The hope of destroying the building was all on Yan Wei. During that time, he had even been so stressed that he was mentally abnormal, so he completely admitted that he was wrong, Yan Ming Guang. lead.

    But he should have broken in the end.

    Is it formatted when I want to exchange the magic box after breaking the game?

    Yan Wei thought of this, and his memory began to get mixed up again. He pressed his temples with some headache, and frowned.

    Really? Is it so difficult?

    Before reaching the summit, he never really thought he would fail. Lou is very powerful, and the dungeon is also very dangerous. He did not despise his opponent, but he also despised the consciousness born out of Lou.

    That thing is not a real building at all, it just can dangle in the rules of the building. “It” didn’t even dare to compete with him directly in reality, and would only hide in the dark and do those insidious schemes. That person was narrow-minded, timid, greedy, and full of evil thoughts, and Yan Wei didn’t even want to call this kind of thing an opponent.

    But he actually lost to such a thing in the contest to reach the top.

    Even now, Yan Wei is a little unconvinced, except that he succeeded in leaving behind, he lost completely in other ways.

    Do it again?

    A mistake is not something you can never make again if you know it. On the contrary, once a person makes a mistake, he will have a psychological expectation of the mistake, and will have a deeper fear of the result. He is not afraid of this consciousness, but he is afraid of repeating the same mistakes.

    But? This time, Lou already knew about his and Yan Mingguang’s back-hands. If they fail again, they will either die or reformat – but there is nothing left? Anything, only be completely formatted.

    It’s no different from dying?

    For a long time, he muttered to himself: “Can’t fail again.”

    Five days later, Lin Qing came out of the dungeon on the eighty-ninth floor, along with a mysterious bird player he brought in. They got two invitations this time.

    As Yan Wei thought, Xuanniao now has three invitations that can attack the top floor. But if you want to bring another person, you need to enter the next 89th floor dungeon again.

    At this time, Yan Wei had completely cut off contact with anyone and began to concentrate on receiving those stripped data.

    The person who told Lin Qing about Yanwei’s future plans was Yan Ming Guang.

    Lin Qing looked out the window and said to Yan Ming Guang who was sitting in the room, “I don’t think it is necessary.”

    He was referring to Yan Wei going to the eighty-ninth floor again.

    “This is too dangerous for Yan Wei. He has finally come to this point, and he has paid so much time and life to do it all over again. He should go directly to the top floor, I have the invitation letter ready.”

    Yan Ming lifted his eyelids, but said, “I didn’t come to discuss with you, I came to help Yan Wei inform you.”