Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

The sharp knife pierces Bard's chest in the painting, and blood drips down the blade.Starting from the surrounding gods, the colors and lines faded rapidly, and finally the Bard in the painting also disappeared, and the one that was stabbed in the center by the knife became Qianwu's face.

The painting depicts Qianwu at the last moment before he enters the nerves, holding a big black umbrella, his cheeks are slightly drunk, and his black eyes are gloomy and lonely.

Jiang Chen was still heartbroken, he reached out his hand to touch the face of the person in the painting, but his hand was grabbed by Qian Wu beside him.

The mountains and the river quickly disintegrated behind Qianwu, and the whole world was rumbling, but Qianwu stood still, his eyes were firm and full of vitality.

"Are there any collectibles?" Qianwu asked.

Jiang Chen's heart shuddered, "Shen Rou. It's broken, I forgot about it."

Commanders never make mistakes, but this time it was a hundred secrets and one omission.

Since entering this dungeon, his body and spirit have been getting worse and worse, and he can only maintain a clear mind because of his obsession with saving Qianwu.

"It's okay."

Qian Wu turned his head and looked at the sword that was fighting with him on the shaking ground, "Let's use the sword king to save people."

The form of the big demon Qianwu has not dissipated, Qianwu raised his hand and drew out the saber, and Xuanyuan came out of the sheath with a bang.The sharp black blade was under Qianwu's palm, without touching it, he acted according to his will.

The blade pierced through the wind, breaking through the shrinking darkness, Jiang Chen turned his head sideways, watching Qianwu's eyes getting darker, in the depths, there seemed to be a light howling silently.

He is so decisive, happy and unrestrained, even nerves can't stop him.

Xuanyuan slashed open the door of the inner world, Qianwu rushed forward to catch the handle of the knife, and led Jiang Chen directly into the library.The little demon Qianwu has disappeared, and all the books on the bookcase are falling under the shaking of the earth. Jiang Chen saw the tea ceremony picture book that was falling rapidly, and Qianwu followed his eyes to look at it, no need to say anything , Xuanyuan screamed, cut the book from it, and peeled off the sticker.

Dusk, library, snow mountain, wooden house.

Everything disappeared, and everything in Jiang Chen's eyes returned to a blank blank.

Only Qianwu who was holding him tightly was left in his sight, Qianwu was panting slightly, and two nerves appeared slowly on his white arm.

The red one has grown to the wrist, and the blue one is still growing in reverse, but this time, the blue nerve only flickered and disappeared without a trace.

"Your..." He looked at Jiang Chen in surprise.

Jiang Chen lowered his head and turned over the inside of his arm.

The blue nerve finally grew to the wrist, and the red nerve was suddenly pulled up, but it still only covered most of the arm.

Jiang Chen sighed, "My sensitivity is too bad, I really can't rely on one book to fill it up, it seems that we have to..."

Before the words fell, the red nerve also flashed, and then disappeared.

Both of them have only one nerve left in their arms, which is their respective strengths, Qianwu's full mark is sensitive, and Jiang Chen's full mark is calm.

"What's the situation." Jiang Chen suddenly became serious, staring at those two nerves, suddenly had a subtle premonition.

Qianwu said softly: "Lu Ji said that the nerves are born in a person who is on the verge of mental breakdown, find the entrance in him, and then choose the host from the first person who enters the entrance."

"The entrance to both of us is this painting, maybe it didn't choose between the two of us. We are all hosts, and it chose two people."

Jiang Chen looked at the two nerves that were gradually separated from the two arms, and said thoughtfully: "So we will pass the level sooner or later. This dungeon is for the sake of choice. There are two solutions, either sinking here together, or go out."

"Nerves never, never meant to separate us."

After the words fell, the red and blue nerves finally converged in the air, and then disappeared silently together.

It was still white, and this time, there was no end-of-mission notification, no boatman, and no one else to be found.

The nerve didn't even make a sound, as if it had disappeared in the silence.

Qianwu doesn't know whether he is a human or a ghost or a demon now, he just feels that his whole body is empty, his mind and mood are almost blank and clear, as clean as a newborn.

It was Jiang Chen who suddenly laughed in his ear.

"Don't you think this feeling is amazing." Jiang Chen said while inserting his fingers between Qianwu's fingers, and clenched them lightly.

Qian Wu subconsciously asked, "What's so wonderful?"

"The whole world is gone." Jiang Chen slowly put his gaze on his lips, then looked into his eyes, and said softly, "But we returned to each other."

Qianwu's heart moved, and his pupils trembled slightly.

These are the most romantic words Jiang Chen has ever said.

After the voice fell, it seemed that a little wetness began to spread in the body, along the thousands of nerves, and drilled into every pore.Qian Wu saw that Bai Liang behind Jiang Chen was getting more and more dazzling, he suddenly felt very dizzy, the kind of dizziness when he was very drunk.

The violent dizziness came as expected, but this time, it only lasted for a short moment.

……

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Opening his eyes, the familiar Sha Longxiang penetrated into his nose, and thunderous applause suddenly sounded in his ears.

Qian Wu suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a group of familiar or unfamiliar men and women in uniforms sitting around him, and Jiang Chen was beside him, sitting on both sides of a small round table with him.

Jiang Chen was still wearing the military gown before he entered the nerves. The wide belt was exposed between the two skirts of the gown, and his slender and straight legs were gathered in the military boots.

The auction hall was pitch black. Under the spotlight, the auctioneer in white gloves took off the veil, and there were astonishing and restrained low cries from all around.

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at Qianwu with a gentle smile, his eyes cherished and nostalgic.

"I heard that Ragnarok originated from Bard's death." The commander's voice was deeper than usual, "Is this the source of inspiration for your creation?"

Ge Tong leaned over and asked, "Young Marshal, why is your voice suddenly hoarse? Do you have a cold?"

"Yeah." Jiang Chen looked calm, "It's been burning for several days, just go back and take some medicine."

"It burned for several days!" Ge Tong's eyes widened, "I didn't even know! The adjutant will kill me!"

Jiang Chen raised his hand to push his face away from his ear, and his eyes stopped on the painting in the crystal box on the stage.

Many gods melted into the dusk sky, and their expressions melted together with the clouds.There is a huge blank space in the center of the painting, as if it is a white vortex, where the gods in despair and the dark world will disappear.

There is no Bard, Bard is dead, and there is Ragnarok.

The painting was altered by nerves.

Qian Wu also looked at the painting in a daze, the reality has been modified, like a dream, but at this moment he is very sure that he is in the present world.

A world without nerves and copies, only him and Jiang Chen, and thousands of people or things that have nothing to do with them.

The host began to call out prices, Jiang Chen picked up the price tag with his left hand, when the tag was raised, his right hand wearing a black leather glove stretched out from the table and grabbed Qian Wu's hand.

The whispering voices around were more intense than before, no one even paid attention to the dynamics of the auction, and everyone was staring at Jiang Chen's move.

Qianwu even heard the shutter sound of the mobile phone taking pictures.

Jiang Chen remained calm and firm, waiting for the host to bid three times, and with the sound of a deal, the auction fell, and he smiled for the first time tonight.

The last lot finds its owner, the lights come up and the orchestra begins to play again.

The dance began immediately, and Jiang Chen and Ge Tong told him to stare at the painting, and before the prelude ended, he took Qian Wu into his arms with dance steps.

"If it's all just about reuniting, it's all worth it."

The tall and handsome officer buried his face in Qianwu's slender neck, took a deep breath, and said softly, "Shuobu, accompany me to finish this dance."

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The author has something to say: The main text is over~ Fanwai is expected to write about the love in the past, Peng Peng and Zhong Liye, and the reunion of the team in this world.

It’s been a really long time since I wrote this book. Due to the unstable updates in the middle and late stages of the work explosion, my mentality has also collapsed several times. The first time I wrote Infinity Stream, I basically made all the mistakes I could make. Thank you very much for persisting until now. To all of you who accompanied me, I am very, very grateful.

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