Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

This kiss seemed like a world away.

Consciousness diffused and disappeared in the dilapidated surroundings.When he folded it up again, he felt Jiang Chen's breath.

Qian Wu opened his eyes from the blood stains, Jiang Chen had just let go of his lips, staring at him close by, and asked softly in a hoarse voice, "Are you okay?"

Qianwu silently acquiesced, Jiang Chen slowly propped himself up from the top of his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You burned the painting again." The hoarse voice reveals a deeper magnetism, and he put his fingers through Qianwu's hair and gently rubbed: "The weird-tempered stinky painter is doing his own work again."

Qianwu suddenly burst into laughter, blood choked up in his throat with the laughter, he coughed a few times, but felt relaxed after being pulled away.

Qianwu sat up, lowered his head and muttered: "If you are destroyed, you will also be reborn."

The messy black hair could not cover those bright eyes, and the chapped red lips were oozing with blood. He hissed and chuckled lightly, extremely beautiful.

Qianwu said softly: "It seems to want to create a new cage for me."

Jiang Chen's eyes were firm and determined as usual, and he grabbed his hand, "As long as you want to get out, there is no cage."

The painter's hand is slender, and even the bones seem to be slender when pinched in the hand, and it is tender in the palm of the hand, making people want to protect it with all they have.

Qianwu nodded, "I want to go out, let's go out together."

Dirty everywhere, all dissipated as soon as the light voice fell to the ground.

Skeletons and famous paintings are falling apart, and the world seems to have undergone a silent reconstruction of pixels.When all the dust settled, a huge sign stood beside him, and beside the sign stood a coffin.There was no trace of the coffin door, and inside the coffin stood a white bone, with cracks and spots on the white bone, which obviously had experienced a lot of time.

On the top of the coffin are engraved two lines of small gilt characters.

Coffin of Collector·Businessman The death sign of the greedy person rattled for a long time before a line of words finally appeared.

"Congratulations on escaping, everyone has recovered."

"Please check the dungeon reward."

When Qianwu glanced at the last word, he just heard a crisp clang, and a golden key dropped from his hand on the ground.

He calmly put the key into the lucky bag and turned to look at his companion.

"How is Peng Peng?" Jiang Chen asked.

Zhong Liye was looking blankly at the messy medicine box, his raised hands were covered with blood.

"I haven't had time to suture yet..." He swallowed, his eyes lit up with hope, and he murmured in a low voice, "But he's really healed."

The wound where most of the flesh was torn off to expose the white bones has healed, leaving only a circle of red marks, as if it was nothing more than being pressed by a heavy object for a long time.It's just that the seriously injured person was still asleep, Peng Peng's face was covered in blood, and his chest heaved gently.

The hair of the explosion was also stained with dirt, but it was still blowing stubbornly.Zhong Liye reached out to pick up the peaked cap that fell aside, put it on for him, and pressed it.

Peng Peng muttered something in his dream.

The dungeon was swallowed by darkness, and the familiar sound of Jiang Liu came from behind.Jiang Chen glanced at Qu Ying who was in a daze not far away, and ordered: "Pack up your things, we are going to leave."

There are thousands of boats and sails when they come, but there is only a lonely small wooden boat left when they return.Zhong Liye carefully carried Peng Peng onto the boat, and Qu Ying followed.

Qianwu didn't move, he stood there for a long time, turned his head, and glanced into the boundless darkness behind him.

The boatman sat quietly in the bow with his back to them and waited.

Jiang Chen asked in a low voice: "Can't you let it go?"

"Just to watch." Qianwu turned his head, with a calm expression: "Didn't it say that the nerves cherish their players, but in order to design this scene, it took the lives of more than 90 people."

Jiang Chen walked to the shore, his military boots firmly stepped on the plank of the boat, "Let's go."

"Go." Qianwu said.

Peng Peng never woke up, the wind blowing across the Yangtze River, he gradually loosened his frowning brows in his sleep, turned over unconsciously, and continued to sleep with his arms around Zhong Liye's leg.

"What do you think he was thinking in his dream?" Zhong Liye couldn't help talking nonsense, "Can you still remember the pain of being injured?"

Peng Peng muttered a series of dreamy words to answer, but Zhong Liye only heard a sentence of hot pot ingredients, and then fell into a complete daze.

After a long time, he reached out and touched Peng Peng's face, and said in a low voice, "How can there be such a heartless person."

Jiang Chen dug out a piece of clean clothes from his lucky bag, and covered Peng Peng's body.

Zhong Liye smiled, "If he knows that the young marshal of the empire personally built it for him, he can brag about it for the rest of his life. When he gets out, tell whoever he catches that Jiang Chen is his buddy."

Jiang Chen looked serious, looked at Peng Peng's sleeping state, and helped move the feet that were pressed together.

"Thank you." He said quietly, "He fulfilled my unfulfilled responsibilities for me."

Qu Ying suddenly asked, "Tell me, if Peng Peng didn't block that blow, would the ghost really allow the ghost to bite Qianwu?"

"Yes. Let me know the pain. After coming out, the wound heals and I get supplies, so I feel better about it. Feeding is nothing more than that." Qianwu said calmly, looking at Jiang Shui, "The nerves are just like Jiang Chen, not him. The nerves are weak. A hypocritical nature that cannot be concealed."

The boatman suddenly asked, "Are you a murderer?"

Zhong Liye hummed, "Hundreds of people enter the capital, and only a few of us come out."

The boatman sighed softly in his belly, and he said slowly after a long time: "Players who have experienced the slaughter book are like this, even if they come out, they are not interested. I once picked up a girl who came out of the slaughter book alone. It's inside."

"And then?" Qianwu asked.

The boatman was silent for a while before continuing, "She is very calm. She only said that she must live on. She has traveled enough copies and sat on enough boats. One day, she will be able to meet her again on the river." spouse."

"But her lover can only give her a ride." Qu Ying said in a daze.

The boatman hummed, "She said, after one journey, you can look forward to the next journey."

The boat was silent for a long time, and Qu Ying said softly, "It's absurdly romantic."

"Yes, all the beauty in the nerves is full of absurdity." The boatman sighed, "The door to judge the gods ahead, sit down."

The majestic arch hole emerged on the river, and the boat sailed under the arch hole, and the nerves began to count as usual.

Unexpectedly, everyone got a lot of points for calmness.Qu Ying added five points for staying rational after a serious injury, Zhong Liye added five points for treating his teammates at the last moment, Peng Peng added ten points directly, and there was no reason for his nerves.

When he arrived at Jiang Chen, his nerves were delayed for a while.

[Player Jiang Chen——]

[Mistakes in the fog, calm -5]

[Along with other players, calm down -5]

[Don't touch the painting easily, calm down +5]

[Get the immune key, protect 5 people, calm down +10]

[Hesitate before igniting the fire, calm down -5]

[Player Jiang Chen, the total value remains unchanged]

"There are no sensitive points." Zhong Liye was a little surprised, "I thought you should get extra points for choosing the right painting, but I didn't expect you to stay calm."

"There is no boss in this level, and it's normal." Jiang Chen just glanced at the score that finally returned to zero, "It doesn't matter."

[Player Qianwu——]

[No mistakes in the fog, calmness +5]

[Along with other players, calm down -5]

[Ignite and escape, calm down +5]

[Player Qianwu, Calmness +5, the total value will increase. 】

"You guys are amazing." The boatman couldn't help but sigh, "It's hard to come out of this kind of dungeon alive."

Everyone didn't answer, and the boatman continued to say while punting, "Don't be too depressed. Players who come out of the massacre will generally be rewarded with nerves. Your next copy will be much easier."

Zhong Liye finally pulled himself together, "No death threats?"

The boatman paused, "It's not that easy."

"..."

As if aware of the silent anger of the crowd, he smiled awkwardly, and whispered in his belly: "I'm not sure, but I heard that there will be no overriding death conditions."

Jiang Chen asked, "There is no potential mission deadline, is there?"

"Yeah." The boatman nodded and paddled vigorously, "But I just heard that you should not take it lightly. Being able to walk through the massacre proves that you have a strong ability to adapt in your nerves, and work hard to survive."

This time the lucky bag is very generous.

Zhong Liye took his share for Peng Peng, and the three of them had a lot of clean clothes and water in their lucky bags, and each had a small photo frame.

In Zhong Liye's photo frame is a photo of him and his mentor at the entrance of the hospital. He is wearing a white coat and has a youthful and ambitious smile on his face.

In Peng Peng's photo frame is a middle-aged man with a stern face, his features and eyes are vaguely similar to him.

"It's his father." Zhong Liye sighed, put the photo frame back into the lucky bag for him, and carefully put the lucky bag into the side pocket of his clothes.

Qianwu looked at Qu Ying, "Where's your photo frame?"

"It's put away, it's my restaurant." Qu Ying was a little dazed, "If it wasn't for this photo, I would have almost forgotten what the restaurant is like, and I miss it even more after seeing it."

"What are you?" Zhong Liye looked at Qianwu.

Qianwu reached into the lucky bag and touched a very hard corner.The thing seemed to be very large, flat and extremely heavy. It took him a while to feel around the corners and outlines, and he had a guess in his mind.

"It should be my painting." He slowly pulled the album out of it as he spoke.

Even though he had expected it, he was still taken aback when the album came out of the lucky bag.

Zhong Liye and Qian Wu had no choice but to turn sideways to give up the space to this big guy.

The pure black hard-shell painting album was very heavy, Jiang Chen took a hand, and pressed the other side of the painting album on his leg to share the weight.Qianwu opened it, and was stunned for a while at the first picture on the front page, "Iche and Moon Lake".

"Is it the original manuscript?" Jiang Chen was also stunned. After a while, he reached out and touched the corner lightly, and twirled his fingers.

Qian Wu also said in a daze: "It's the original manuscript."

Each one is original, eighty paintings, missing "Ragnarok" and the burned portrait, and there is no childhood painting that shouldn't be there, exactly eighty.

"The bear is still in my lucky bag." Jiang Chen said slowly: "It really gave you these, including the ones that were destroyed in England?"

Qianwu turned to one of them and hummed.

The painter's fingers lightly stroked the works that had been lost for many years, but after a while he smiled lightly and put the paintings together, "Actually, I don't remember them that much anymore, put them away."

In addition to the painting collection, there is only a new set of clothes in the lucky bag.Nervous seemed to be afraid of soiling his paintings, so he didn't even put some basic drinking water.

Qian Wu got a bottle of icy milk from Qu Ying's share, biting the straw and stepping into the cabin.

There is no gate to the past, and there is no ticket to leave the island. The boatman said that the next copy should come soon.

Zhong Liye carried the sleepy Peng Peng back into the cabin, and said, "There are two bathrooms on the left and right, you guys wash first, I will watch Peng Peng and wait for him to wake up."

Qu Ying heard the words and said: "Jiang Chen Qianwu first, I want to meet alone."

Jiang Chen nodded, seeing Qianwu walking straight to the bathroom on the right, hesitant in his steps.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Li asked in a low voice.

Seeing that Jiang Chen didn't answer, he lowered his voice again, "Have you two reconciled..."

"He might want to stay alone for a while, just be quiet." Jiang Chen's tone was unusually uncertain, watching Qian Wu's back into the bathroom, he sighed softly after a long time.

"Let him wait alone first."

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the bathroom at the other end of the corridor, went in and closed the door behind his back.

After a while, the sound of splashing water sounded.The wooden bathroom door was not sealed enough, and the hot and humid water vapor slowly diffused at both ends of the corridor, and then melted together in the middle.

Jiang Chen took off his shirt and vest with one hand, and looked in the misty mirror.

It was only two days in the dungeon, the already sharp and resolute silhouette became thinner, making those eyes more serious and sharp.

The young Imperial commander washed the blood off his face and shaved the faint stubble from his chin.He washed the shirt with clean water and wrung it dry. After 5 minutes, he came out wearing a vest and military pants and military boots.

The plague scars on her shoulders and chest were long gone, and her skin was as smooth and firm as ever.The black vest was tucked into the trousers, and the military's thick leather belt was tied around the waist. The contours of the muscles under the vest gently fluctuated with the movements.

Jiang Chen's hair was still dripping with water, his heavy military boots creaked on the wooden planks, and the bathroom door opposite was already open to disperse water vapor. He approached Qianwu's cabin and relaxed slightly. He took a step, walked quietly to his door and took a look inside.

The young artist just crawled out from the pile of corpses, washing off the blood all over his body.

He sat on the bed in a set of clean and soft clothes, drawing with a pencil on the paper while sipping iced milk.

From a distance, Jiang Chen seemed to feel the taste of cold and sweet milk spreading on the tip of his tongue.

Qianwu is very calm, and there is even a little leisure in his black and white eyes.He burned all his paintings with his own hands, but as if nothing happened, his feet rested on the opposite bed, shaking gently while drawing.

Many times, Jiang Chen would feel that he could not completely see through the people in front of him in his whole life.

Even if they grew up together, they hugged each other intimately, parted and reunited, and could see each other's decisions with their eyes at the moment of life and death.

He still can't fully understand Qianwu, no one can understand Qianwu thoroughly, maybe even himself can't.

Jiang Chen was in a trance, and suddenly heard a pleasant chuckle.

Qian Wu put the empty milk bottle on the table casually, and the outline of the portrait under the tip of the pen was formed, it was Jiang Chen with his upper body naked.The tip of the pen stopped at the last stroke completed, which was the deltoid muscle of Jiang Chen's right arm.

Jiang Chen keenly noticed that it was slightly wider than the left side.

Qianwu was amused by the painting, squinted his eyes, put down his pencil and suddenly looked up at him.

"I've always wanted to ask, why is your right side bigger than your left side?"

Jiang Chen was stunned for five seconds.

The youngest young marshal in the empire frowned in disbelief, and turned to look at his right arm.

"No way." He said a little displeased, "It's very symmetrical."

Qianwu narrowed his eyes slightly, raised a pencil to compare with him on the right side, and said with the corner of his lips curled up, "It's big, and the contour line is about a millimeter outward from the left side. I can't see it wrong."

"Maybe it's because of the frequent snipers in the past two years." Jiang Chen went to sit beside him with a sullen face, and glanced at the white drawing paper.

The man on the drawing paper looks indifferent and haughty, his military trousers are full of wrinkles, his arrogant military boots are stepping on a ghost, his backhand is groping behind him, and he is about to draw his sword.

"You drew it wrong." Jiang Chen picked some paper critically, "Your drawing is not only one millimeter bigger."

"I know." Qian Wu smiled, "I just want to magnify your asymmetry, so that you can see that you are not as perfect as you thought."

Jiang Chen stared at him, but he seemed to be more happy, and he signed his name in the lower right corner of the painting, and then slapped the notebook with a pen and sketch on Jiang Chen's chest.

"Send you a reconciliation gift, you're welcome."

"Oh."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "Then what should I give you in return?"

"Do you have any ideas?" Qianwu said with a smile, "ABC said it all, I can give some suggestions."

"I thought you were unhappy, and I was thinking how to coax you, but unfortunately there is not even a piece of cake." Jiang Chen leaned over and pressed against his forehead, his voice lowered unconsciously, extremely gentle.

He looked down at the tip of Qianwu's nose, rubbed it lightly, and said in a low voice: "But I see a certain painter who doesn't seem to need comfort from others, and is still in the mood to uglify me. It seems that you are already healed."

"Well, I also thought that I would be depressed for a while, but the fact is that I didn't at all." Qianwu's lips twitched against his mouth, and said softly, "The painter's will may be tougher than the nerves imagined."

Jiang Chen didn't say a word, Qianwu's hand was still pressing on his chest through the sketchbook.

He raised his hand to support the wall behind Qianwu's head, leaned forward, and kissed him tenderly through the handsome portrait of the commander.

The author has something to say: This year's players are very difficult to train.

The little nerve had to rub against the floor.

It's so rough, it muttered in dissatisfaction, and wanted to change to a smooth -----