Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Qianwu was still sitting on the top of the mountain yesterday, Jiang Chen went over and found two little bears drawn out of the gravel beside him, and next to him was the sword king Xuanyuan, the blade was half inserted into the scabbard, and the remaining half was half dead It was obviously lifeless to hang out.

"Do you use this knife to draw?" Jiang Chen couldn't help but look at Xuanyuan more out of sympathy for weapons.

Qian Wu looked back, raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly, "One minute quick strokes."

It is said to be quick, but it is not simple. Even the rough broken sand can draw a lot of details.Jiang Chen took a careful look and sat down beside him.

There is no obvious change in Qianwu's becoming the Great Demon Empress, but the amorous expression between his eyebrows and eyes in every move seems to be magnified a lot, which makes people startled at a glance.

"I brought you a piece of drawing paper and a paintbrush." ​​Jiang Chen tried hard to stop himself from falling in love with his boyfriend's beauty, "But I haven't found any paint yet, can you draw?"

"Yes." Qianwu nodded, "Although I only have 8 minutes of life every day, my nerves did give me something to relieve my boredom. I have all the painting utensils, and I'm just too lazy to spread my posture."

Jiang Chen confirmed: "Is there any drawing paper?"

Qianwu simply took out a golden lucky bag from his bosom, and then took out a brand new sketchbook from it.

Jiang Chen smiled, "I'm talking about very large drawing paper."

"It's so big, it's too big to draw." Qianwu yawned, stretched his legs and lay down, watching the sunset slowly sinking into the river, "Although it's only 8 minutes, I have to say that this kind of lazy The pleasant days are not bad, I am not so addicted to painting for the time being, I just want to be in a daze quietly."

Jiang Chen then took out the drawing paper from the lucky bag. The drawing paper had already been rolled into a scroll. Qianwu caught sight of the length of the scroll in the corner of his eye. He was stunned for a moment, sat up and said, "This size? The size of the auction item?"

"I want you to draw the entrance of the nerve." Jiang Chen looked very calm, "The "Twilight of the Gods" that is contrary to the setting of the myth, the god of light Bud is located among the gods. It is necessary to 100% reproduce the auction that day There can be no slightest deviation in the works."

Qianwu frowned inexplicably, "What's the purpose of drawing it? You can't draw a nerve entrance and push the door and go out. By the way, what are the conditions for this copy to go out?"

Jiang Chen gently held the other end of the scroll in his palm, "Kill, big demon Qianwu."

The expression on Qianwu's face gradually disappeared.

"Kill who?" He stared at Jiang Chen in disbelief.

Jiang Chen looked calm, and even slowed down and said again, "Big monster, Qianwu."

Qianwu: "..."

Those clear black eyes were dazed for a while, and then suddenly angered, Jiang Chen watched helplessly as his chest heaved and heaved more and more.

Before Qian Wu opened his mouth to curse, Jiang Chen leaned over and kissed his lips lightly, "I'm mentally ill."

"..."

Qianwu's breathing calmed down a little, and he stared at him again, "You gag me so I can't swear, it's very depressing."

Jiang Chen raised his head with a smile, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to curl that soft black hair.

Qianwu stared at Jiang Shui fiercely, and said after a while, "It's really a dead end, you won't kill me if you're sure of your nerves."

"What if I kill it." Jiang Chen turned to look at him, "If the great demon Qianwu is dead, will the human Qianwu die together?"

Qianwu said decisively: "Yes."

"I'm still me, not another form of differentiation. Didn't Sanwu also say that at that time he felt that the human breath on my body was very weak." Qianwu said again, "And if I am a separate form Da Yao, the nerves are not worthy of setting a limit of 8 minutes per day."

Jiang Chen sighed, "I guess so."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Jiang Chen looked at Jiang Shui and didn't speak for a long time.We only got together for 8 minutes, he was very reluctant to talk about these things, as the sun was setting, he just wanted to hold Qianwu down and kiss him again and again, until both of them were exhausted and fell to the ground and fell asleep together.

When he woke up, he was still in his arms.

Jiang Chen struggled to break free from his fantasy, and said: "I have a rough idea, I'm not sure if it will work, and I need your cooperation."

"Cooperate with what?" Qianwu poked the scroll in disbelief, "Cooperate with you to draw the nerve entrance??"

Jiang Chen nodded, and said steadily, "En."

"8 minutes a day??"

"Ah."

"I have to draw for a long time, you know?!"

"Ah."

"..."

Jiang Chen suddenly felt a gust of wind in his ears, his instinct made his muscles tense instantly, but before he could fight back, another instinct restrained him.

As a result, he was viciously pushed to the ground by the big demon Qianwu!

Qianwu clasped his throat with one hand, and inserted ten fingers of the other hand into his hair, grabbed his hair and grabbed it back, "Jiang Lv often needs to be beaten very much, you know?"

Jiang Chen hummed again in an embarrassing way.

"I'm afraid it wasn't some kind of trick you used to kill me?" Qianwu gritted his teeth against his cheeks, "All 8 minutes a day are spent on painting, and the painting lasts forever, until he dies of depression."

Seeing that the last few inches of the sunset were about to sink into the water, Jiang Chen couldn't hold back his laughter because of the short time they had together.

When he was happy, Qianwu immediately pressed up to cover his mouth, and kissed him hard, "Except for painting!"

"There's one more thing I haven't found." Jiang Chen coughed twice because of his mess, and couldn't stop laughing when he teased him, "I haven't found the knife that I used to kill you."

"..."

Qianwu couldn't help but punched his shoulder, and pressed it hard.

"Trust me." Jiang Chen kissed him softly in his ear, "A few players below are not honest, I'm not sure how long I can bear them. Ten days, I'll give you ten days to finish the painting."

Qianwu: "..."

"Be good, baby." Jiang Chen coaxed in his ear again.

Qianwu gritted his teeth and smiled, and slowly squeezed out the word "roll".

Before leaving, Jiang Chen saw that the last scene was Qianwu angrily picking up the scroll on the ground, and couldn't help but reach out and lightly brush the sand on it.

It took only 8 minutes to go back and forth, and everyone in the living room was still asleep.

Jiang Chen didn't feel guilty about sneaking out for a date at all, he even took the blanket off Peng Peng's body and lay down on a bean bag.He closed his eyes, feeling drowsy, and waited until he heard someone turn over before letting himself fall asleep.

In the dream, he returned to the previous instance, Sanwu's big house, a small pantry hidden in the kitchen at the end of the first floor.

Qianwu, who had just eavesdropped on San Wu's speech, was sitting next to him, and said in a low voice, "Ragnarok, in that painting, I played a trick."

This sentence repeated in the dream, Jiang Chen vaguely felt that the more he slept, the hotter he got, until he was sweating profusely, as if he was fished out of the water.

Until another trance, he seemed to return to the night of the charity auction.Under the much-anticipated center of light, the auctioneer wearing white gloves slowly lifted the veil on the painting—the bright light became soft and blurred when it fell on the painting, and Bud, the god of light in the center, watched meaningfully With a magnificent world.

"The dusk of the gods, in that painting, I played a trick."

……

"Is he really not going to die?"

Peng Peng's unconfident voice suddenly broke into his ears, followed by a gust of cold wind.

Jiang Chen sat up abruptly, his sweaty back was bitingly cold in a gust of wind, as strong as he was wrapped in a blanket and shivered.

Shao Lei closed the door just opened a small crack, and Chang Song said to Jiang Chen in a breath: "You are awake! No matter how you scream, you won't wake up. The doctors in your team will stick needles in your body Already!"

Jiang Chen seemed to be breathing air-conditioning from the cracks in his bones, the discomfort of a cold and fever was clearer than ever, and he was shivering uncontrollably wrapped in a blanket.

The room was already pitch black, the snowy night outside the window was drowsy, and the kitchen smelled faintly of food.

Jiang Chen's voice was unbelievably hoarse, "How long will I sleep for?"

"Who knows?" Shen Rou sighed and handed over a cup of tea, "Two days ago I was nervous, and everyone relaxed last night after finding out that life and death were reversible. They were very tired. I don't know who led the way this afternoon. They all fell asleep anyway. gone."

Shao Lei said, "I was the first to wake up. Anyway, you were already asleep when I woke up, but at that time your face was not as red as it is now, and you didn't burn like this."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Chen stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, only feeling cool and nothing.

Zhong Liye sighed and said: "It's useless to touch it by yourself. If you burn it again, you will really get pneumonia. From now on, you must take medicine on time for three meals. There is wine here. At night, I will rub your forehead and palms for you to physically cool down."

Jiang Chen just hummed, his throat hurt.

He kept looking at the clock on the opposite side. As soon as 23 o'clock passed, the second and minute hands moved quickly.Everyone watched, but no one cared anymore, Qu Ying called Jiang Chen to drink some porridge, and Shao Lei took the cup that Jiang Chen drank up, and went inside to make tea again while talking with Shuangmawei.

Jiang Chen didn't move, he stared at the time, waiting for twelve o'clock.

According to the order of the task description, Shen Rou should be "collected" today.Shen Rou is in good condition and said that she is not overly worried. She just hopes that everyone can find her and get her back as soon as possible.

But Jiang Chen felt that it would not be that simple.

When the sound of Christmas children's songs sounded, Shen Rou, who was standing in front of the fireplace with her hands warmed by the fire, disappeared peacefully.

Seeing her disappear, Lao Shi standing next to him just clicked his tongue with emotion, Peng Peng gave a symbolic wow, and Qu Ying said with a smile: "The next one is pork bone and burnt food, then tomorrow will be me. Jiang Chen You must find me before noon the day after tomorrow, otherwise everyone in this house will starve."

Jiang Chen didn't answer, but turned to look at her.

Behind her, Shao Lei and Shuangmawei who were chatting and making tea together suddenly stood in place, motionless.

"Shao Lei, Tian Tian." Jiang Chen stared at them with a calm tone, "Is the tea ready?"

No one answered.

Qu Ying finally realized that something was wrong, she turned her head slowly.

Shao Lei and Tiantian were still as if they had lost their souls, their eyes were empty.But those two pairs of empty eyes were fixed on Qu Ying's face.

Jiang Chen immediately strode towards the dishwashing cabinet. The moment he pulled Qu Ying away, Tiantian swung the knife with his backhand. ear.

Tiantian said hollowly: "Why is it your turn, why is it your turn, we are the first selected works of art!"

Shao Lei also started looking for a knife beside him, and shouted like a zombie, "I want to be collected! I want to be collected!"

"..."

Jiang Chen protected Qu Ying behind his back, while enduring the feeling of feverish exhaustion, he drew out the saber from his lower back.

He suddenly recalled the meaningful question asked by the little demon Qianwu last night.

"Choose seven out of eight works of art, but you are not selected. Are you sad?"

Jiang Chen's eyebrows twitched wildly.

Peng Peng opened the code of survival behind him, and wailed in despair, "Article [-]!"

#3 It's an honor to be favorited, if the previous ones come back, beware, they'll be jealous.

The author has something to say: Qianwu: Jiang Chen is the most annoying. Party A Qianwu threw his brush into the river from the top of the mountain: quit.