MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 134

Lin Qing moved.

In terms of expressionless faces, Lin Qing and Yan Mingguang are very similar. They even have the same color of pupils, all of them are pure black as if they can't see the bottom. If they stare straight at it, people who can see it at a glance will be terrified.

But neither of them are alike.

Yan Mingguang's lightness is cold and alienated, with a wrapped mood. No? Emotions, just invisible emotions.

The silence of Ke Linqing is indeed really cold. He didn't seem to panic or make fun of him. Even if Yan Mingguang's words were so direct, Lin Qing just thought about it calmly, and didn't act like he was angry.

Yan Mingguang knows why?

All those emotions that would affect Lin Qing's thinking? They were all stripped out by Yan Wei, and later absorbed some other emotions and characters, and gradually became Lin Zhen who can think independently.

Lin Qing is not without emotions, he just won't have fluctuating emotions.

As now, Lin Qing thought for a moment and said, "I have never seen you."

Yan Mingguang knew what Lin Qing was implying, he said: "You can ask Yan Wei for confirmation of everything I said - this is what he meant."

After saying that, he got up and walked towards the door, no more? What to say.

Lin Qing said: "Okay."

Yan Mingguang paused for a while, only to hear Lin Qing continue: "The next time the eighty-ninth floor will take a while, I can try to descend the building and accompany Yan Wei to enter again - I also count There are several eighty-ninth floors of experience."

"I haven't seen? You, and I don't know how you and Yan Wei have come this far. But I also accompanied Yan Wei along the way. I am very Know clearly what kind of person he is. He is unyielding, unwilling, and does not like to be controlled by anything and anyone. He is very sober, but also very emotional. He will be willing to give what he cares most about for others - including for everyone? End it all with himself.

One thing. His goals are broader than mine. For me, my goals are simple - no Yan Wei, I can't get here, I can do anything for him."

Yan Mingguang looked back at him, but did not speak.

But Lin Qing could read what he meant - so what?

"So if Yan Wei has already decided, then I have no objection, because what he decided has never been changed by anyone."

Yan Mingguang's eyes moved slightly. I don't know where this sentence hit him. Compared with the coldness before, he seemed to be slightly moved, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say something, but in the end he was speechless.

Lin Qing is looking at the light rain outside the window - he likes cloudy days.

He said: "So I go in with you, and it is still possible for three people to get two invitations."

Yan Mingguang was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Me too?"

After Yan Mingguang had left, Lin Qing thought about it for a moment, and then she realized that Yan Mingguang has always had no interest in his position and opinions. In the end? It's just to inform him. This sentence didn't answer his thoughts, it just answered the sentence "I can do anything for him".

The rain is a little loud.

In the world inside the building, outside the dungeon, there is no big difference between Yinqingyuanque and the world outside the building. These days have entered the season of alternating winter and spring, with drizzle and heavy rain coming in turns, and it has been cloudy for several consecutive days.

Yan Mingguang sat in front of the coffee table, glanced at the time, and calculated how long it would take for Yan Wei to recover.

How many knocks came from the open door.

"Zhou Tian is dead."

This is the first sentence that Yu Feizhou came in.

He was wearing a pure white short-sleeved top and black slacks that strictly prohibited Zhou Zheng. He was as simple and clean as an ordinary college student in the world outside the building. The trousers on his lower body wrapped around his ankles, slightly wet, with different shades of raindrops hitting him.

Yu Feizhou was holding a black umbrella with water droplets still falling. There are everything in the world in the building, and the texture of the umbrella can be arbitrary, but he took the black umbrella that the players didn't want to see, and I don't know if it was to express condolences.

He put the water-drenched umbrella against the wall at the door and leaned against it, then closed the door and walked in.

Yan Mingguang nodded slightly and said, "Yan Wei will regret it."

Yu Feizhou sat opposite Yan Mingguang in front of the coffee table, and this kind of cold attitude towards Yan Mingguang is commonplace. He smiled rather mildly, the smile was very friendly and polite, but with a little helpless regret.

Smiling like this is very appropriate even at a funeral, let alone in such a situation.

He said: "A lot of things happened a few days ago, when we were still in the copy. There was no conflict, just died in the copy. I asked, that copy and feelings There are related, many illusory things, Zhou Tian was with us at the beginning to avenge her dead lover, this kind of copy..."

It is not surprising that it will fold inside.

Not like other players in the building world who die every moment? No difference.

Yan Mingguang sat upright, his hands not stopping. A delicate pure white tea set is placed on the coffee table, and the slightly golden tea soup is swaying with heat. But after a while, Yan Mingguang handed a cup and put it in front of Yu Feizhou.

He had a glass in front of him, but he didn't move.

Yu Feizhou really likes these things. He likes drinking tea and playing chess. He likes this kind of quiet and bland things, but he didn't expect that Yan Mingguang usually looks like he doesn't care about anything. In fact, he is also clear about these details.

—No wonder people like Yan Wei are tempted.

He said, "Thank you."

Yan Mingguang said: "Have you read it?"

"Well, I've read all the messages you sent me, and I also know what happened to Yan Wei." Before Yu Feizhou came? I didn't ask too much, "I knew about Lin Qing and Lin Zhen before I met Lin Zhen."

Yan Mingguang had expected it for a long time, and there was no change in his expression and actions.

"Or shouldn't it be like this?" Yu Feizhou shook his head, "I knew Lin Qing first. After joining Xuanniao as a seed player, I was selected by Lin Qing. —Because of my ability. My skill is the equivalent of transferring wounds. To a certain extent, it is similar to Lin Qing who can use Lin Zhen to replace wounds. So Lin Qing asked me if I could partner with Lin Zhen, Xuanniao. You can give me all the resources to grow, all I have to do is to ensure that Lin Zhen is fine."

In this way, there is a one-way chain between the three.

"Lin Zhen has always had a feeling that sometimes when he is in a bad mood, or when he is drunk, he likes to tell me that he has no brother in his memory at all. But he And Lin Qing...actually? I don't really care."

Because Yan Wei used the moon wheel to divide the emotions that belonged to one person, left calmness to Lin Qing, and left impatience and indifference to Lin Zhen, which led to the two of them I don't care about major events. In Lin Qing's eyes, Lin Zhen is just a soul that he doesn't want, living is a person, and dying is a life. In Lin Zhen's eyes, he only likes the excitement and challenges of life and death, and it doesn't matter if he is alive or dead? It doesn't matter.

This has also led to the fact that now, everyone knows something, but these two people are the ones who don't care the most.

Yu Feizhou sighed: "But it's really amazing, Lin Zhen is up to now? It doesn't matter, he really doesn't matter, but if I think about it, I am the one who was split and discarded , I will have a little bit of sadness. Is pure division really so powerful? Lin Zhen has never been unhappy?"

Yan Mingguang was speechless.

"I don't think so much? I just treat Lin Zhen like a younger brother? Take care of him, he is actually very naive."

Yan Mingguang suddenly remembered the copy of the dead school building. Lin Zhen was held hostage, and Yu Feizhou did not hesitate to exchange the wound on Lin Zhen's body.

He said, "Hmm."

"So next, you have to take Lin Zhen to the dungeon and go to the top?"

Yan Mingguang said: "And you?"

"Me? I really don't need it. Bring one more person, it will be more dangerous. Before entering the dungeon, Zhou Tian and Gao Ming couldn't keep up. Yet."

"It's different?" Yan Mingguang said calmly, "he won't have excessive compassion for others, but if he can, he will be willing to extend his hand. Zhou Tian and Gao Mingchai There are too many, but you and Lin Zhen can keep up."

Yu Feizhou is no longer polite: "Then please. Do you need me and Lin Zhen to do anything?"

"No."

Yu Feizhou took a sip of tea, his face was gentle and patient.

He thought about what he and Lin Zhen could do, and was about to make a proposal, but heard Yan Mingguang say, "More? Give him some confidence."

Yu Feizhou was stunned for a moment: "…is Yan Wei?"

"He wants to end this - we need to make him firm."

For the next time, Yan Wei kept cutting off contact.

Xuanniao, many people came to inquire about Yanwei's situation, but they just regarded Yanwei as a newly cultivated seed player of Xuanniao, and did not think of Yanwei and "v "The relationship between. Yan Wei was also crazy when he climbed the building. Along the way, there are not many players who have seen it several times. Most of them have died in the dungeon over the years, especially the super player that Yan Wei knew when he climbed the building last time. High-level players - those who have the strength to reach the top, have all died on the top.

No one knows the real situation of Yan Wei, and Lin Qing has always regarded it as a "v" or disappeared. There is no reason for this.

Everything? Running as usual.

Yan Mingguang took Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou into the dungeon for a while.

Even if the copy has suppressed the data of high-level players, but Yan Mingguang has been formatted, the number of layers written on the information is not high. There is such a loophole. He was quite comfortable in the dungeon. In addition, Lou and Yan Wei guessed the same. For the dungeons of the three of them, the difficulty is very relaxed. Climbing up the building in a hurry, at most, it is a little bit injured.

It was a smooth ride all the way down.

When Yan Wei opened the information panel communication, more than half a year had passed.

He stretched, opened the door and walked out, and saw Yan Mingguang standing by the window smoking.

Yan Wei stood in front of the door and smiled and said, "This time, the eighty-ninth floor is about to open? It's time to go in."

"Lin Qing wants to be together."

"I guessed it," Yan Wei shrugged, "Just the three of us, Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou can't go. The dungeon I'm in is no longer safe."

Yan Mingguang pinched off the cigarette, wondering if he didn't want Yan Wei to smell any smoke, this man stood by the window and blew the wind for a while before he left over here. He handed an invitation letter and a pen to Yan Wei and said, "Lin Qing prepared it for you."

The eighty-ninth floor invitation.

Yan Wei raised his eyelids, and without thinking, signed his name on the invitation letter.

When signing the word, he glanced at a blood-colored pattern in the upper right corner of the pure black invitation.

It was a **** carriage.