Retired Unlimited Streaming NPCs Help Me Make Movies

When Ning Qiubai woke up again, his vision was blocked by a patch of green.

The warm sunlight falling on the top of his head gave him a warm and comfortable feeling all over his body, and his brain also became a little sluggish because of this comfortable feeling, and he even wanted to sleep again because his vision was blocked and sleepy.

and many more!

Ning Qiubai suddenly woke up and opened his eyes wide.

He raised his head suddenly, causing the branches and leaves in the whole bathtub to "crash".I don't know whether it's branches or vines filled the bathtub, and then spread outwards, covering the entire balcony, leaving Ning Qiubai dumbfounded.

There was no water left in the bathtub, but the branches and leaves covering the balcony continued to spread and grow.

Ning Qiubai quickly picked up the mobile phone that was placed aside and checked the time: 3:32 p.m.

It's been an hour since he stepped into the tub.

It's only been an hour, and the leaves have grown so much?

Ning Qiubai tried hard to stand up, but later found that because the buds on the top of his head had really grown into a tree, he felt his neck "creak" protesting even when he straightened his back, and he couldn't stand up at all.

At four o'clock, I have to discuss the new script with Director Li via video!

Director Li was an investor, and the time was agreed by Ning Qiubai. He didn't want to give the other party a bad impression that he was not punctual.

Ning Qiubai turned his head and tried to call Gu Sanqiqi or Xiao Heilong to help, but then the words stuck in his throat.

The new home has not been copied to the dungeon scene, and he can't contact the NPCs in the dungeon now!

Calm down, calm down, in short, choose to seek help off the court first.

Ning Qiubai scrolled up and down in the address book for a long time, and finally found only one person to turn to for help.

He dialed the other party's number and waited for a while before connecting: "Hello?"

The young man's voice was slightly hoarse and sluggish, as if he had just been awakened from his sleep: "Director Ning, what's the matter?"

Ning Qiubai took the phone away from his ear a little, then took it back, thought about how to express it, and said, "I have a problem, can you come over now?"

"Now?" Sheng Ming paused, and a yawn sounded, and he said with some reluctance, "Wait for two hours?"

The Shengming voice that has passed the voice-changing period has the magnetism of young people and the clarity of young people, and now it is mixed with half-dream laziness, flowing quietly like a low mountain spring, which makes Ning Qiubai startled. An idea popped up subconsciously:

If Sheng Ming goes to sing, the voice alone will make him popular, right?

He quickly put away the messy associations, and begged: "I'm not in the right state now, can you hurry up?"

Even without considering the video conference an hour later, his leaves are still growing now, and it's not sure what it will look like in two hours!He is now afraid that the neighbors downstairs will call the police...

Sheng Ming paused for a moment, and there was the rustling sound of cloth rubbing: "Okay, your house?"

Ning Qiubai reflected on whether he interrupted Sheng Ming's nap, and then envied that the young master who had no worries about food and clothing could sleep until four or five o'clock in the afternoon... No, what was he thinking?

Ning Qiubai hurriedly reported the address of the new residence: "Come directly to the balcony."

……

Seeing Sheng Ming yawning and going downstairs, Sheng Wenluo, who was on leave on the first floor and watching TV in the living room, raised her head in surprise: "You want to go out?"

Sheng Ming with disheveled hair lazily let out a "hmm" with sleepiness in his brows and eyes.

Sheng Wenluo is a little strange: her third brother looks normal, but in fact she has a strong personality and some obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the nap time in the afternoon is almost unshakable.

Because he had been in the ICU at any time before his illness, and his family pampered him, allowing Sheng Ming to make arrangements freely, and rarely disturbed Sheng Ming in the afternoon.Even if there are some occasions that require the whole family to attend, those who can be postponed will be postponed, and those that cannot be postponed let Sheng Ming take a good rest.

In Sheng Wenluo's impression, the third brother could break free from the temptation to take a nap and go out. The last time it seemed to be mother Xiang Tongyan's birthday party.

Sheng Wenluo suddenly became interested: "Where are you going?"

"A date with a friend." Sheng Ming responded casually.

"Which friend?" Sheng Wenluo continued to ask, "Male and female, how old are you?"

Anyway, she must not know her, otherwise Sheng Ming would just say the name.

Sheng Ming opened the door: "Sister, you are like a mother who suspects her minor's puppy love."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Sheng Wenluo's laughing and scolding, he closed the door and went out.

Sheng Wenluo curled her lips in the living room, and continued to enjoy the TV series - just ask the driver.

……

Ning Qiubai waited for twenty minutes, and Sheng Ming dialed the phone: "I'm at the door, open the door."

Ning Qiubai glanced at the key in the living room, and replied pitifully: "I can't move, can you come in directly? I'm not in the dungeon scene."

Twenty minutes later, the entire balcony was covered by thick leaves and branches. Ning Qiubai could hardly move his arms, let alone stand up.

If he hadn't expected to put the phone to his ear, he might not even be able to pick it up now.

Sheng Ming didn't speak, and simply hung up the phone.

Ning Qiubai waited for a few minutes, but he didn't hear the sound of the door breaking in. He was worried about whether Sheng Ming had already left, and then he heard a "plop" at a close distance!

A black shadow fell from above and fell directly into the luxuriant branches and leaves piled up on the balcony!

Ning Qiubai was taken aback, and soon his vision, which was obscured by leaves, became bright again, and Sheng Ming came into his eyes.

At this moment, Ning Qiubai only felt that Sheng Ming's face was so handsome and his posture was so elegant.

Sheng Ming tore away the branches casually, and yawned again: "What did you do?"

"Nothing." Ning Qiubai also tried to move his arms to break away from the branches and leaves, "Just as you said, soak in the water to bask in the sun..."

It's a pity that the branches around him have become quite thick, and it is impossible to break free for a while.

Sheng Ming snapped his fingers lightly, a pitch-black feather appeared in his hand, and then transformed into a long sickle: "If you are afraid, close your eyes."

Seeing the scythe, Ning Qiu's white eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously asked, "Will I get hurt?"

"Just cut off the parts that have grown." Sheng Ming stopped talking, and the sickle swept across Ning Qiubai.

Ning Qiubai felt light all over his body, and several thick branches pressing on him were broken.

The broken branch quickly turned into flying ash before it hit the ground, and Ning Qiubai felt inexplicable pain watching it, as if his limbs had been severed.

"My sickle can harvest vitality, so there will be some phantom pain, which is not a problem." Sheng Ming seemed to see Ning Qiubai's feelings, and explained.

While speaking, Sheng Ming had already cut off most of the branches, and Ning Qiubai was finally able to stand up - although the top of his head was still heavy, green twigs were hanging down in front of his eyes, like a crown of an emperor in ancient costume.

...And, it's neatly cut, isn't it?

Ning Qiubai supported his neck and stood up straight, moved his stiff legs, walked into the room and threw himself on the sofa: "Thank you, I don't even know what to do."

Sheng Ming put away his sickle, yawned again, suddenly bent down, and coughed violently.

Dots of bright red blood fell on the tiles, startling Ning Qiubai, and immediately stood up: "Are you okay?"

Sheng Ming waved his hand, took out a small glass bottle from his trouser pocket, raised his head and drank the liquid in it, and then exhaled: "It's okay, it's a lot of pressure for me to use power in the real world."

Ning Qiubai hurriedly supported Sheng Ming to sit down, full of guilt: "Sorry, I don't know... I would have looked for a kitchen knife if I had known."

"Do you think you can cut down the mist tree without using the power of the illusory game?" Sheng Ming's expression improved after drinking the medicine, and he leaned on the sofa, "Don't forget that the mist tree is a man-eating tree. Fortunately, your name is I'll come fast, otherwise when it meets an ordinary person, that person will be sucked dry by you."

Sheng Ming glanced at Ning Qiubai and raised his voice, "Of course, you will feel full."

Ning Qiubai imagined it for a while, felt a little disgusted, and touched the top of his head uneasily: "Then, what should we do now?"

Sheng Ming asked without answering, "How long has it been since you ate meat?"

Ning Qiubai recalled: "I eat meat every meal."

"How many kilograms?"

"... just ordinary takeaway, how many pounds can it be?"

Sheng Ming raised his eyebrows: "That's it. You haven't eaten meat for a long time, the mist wood in your body began to grow under the stimulation of sunlight and water, and you felt that there were living things around you, so it grew so fiercely."

Ning Qiubai felt a chill in his heart, and felt a little rejoicing: "Fortunately, no one was hurt... right? I don't feel like I've eaten anything."

"At most, I ate some bugs and mice." Sheng Ming smiled viciously on purpose, and seeing that Ning Qiubai's face turned green again, he said, "You have to find a way to control it."

Ning Qiubai looked at Sheng Ming in confusion.

"After being parasitized, you and the Misty Tree are already one body, and the Misty Tree is equivalent to a part of your limbs." Sheng Ming straightened his face, "You have to control it, how it grows and how it moves."

"How to control it?"

Sheng Ming nodded his head: "Will—of course, not now, it is in a state of hunger, and you can't feel it."

Ning Qiubai nodded confusedly: "So, I'm going to buy meat now?"

"There is an easier way." Sheng Ming transformed the sickle again, and suddenly stood in front of Ning Qiubai.

Ning Qiubai was enveloped by Sheng Ming's condescending figure, panicked inexplicably, and subconsciously looked up at Sheng Ming.

From Sheng Ming's point of view, Ning Qiubai's upturned face is mixed with dazed obedience, giving people a particularly obedient feeling.

Of course, Sheng Ming knew that this was just an illusion.

Director Ning seems to be easy to talk and easygoing, but he is actually very persistent and principled in certain things.

Such as filming.Sheng Ming thought.

Sheng Ming scratched his wrist lightly with a sickle, and the bright red blood fell down and dripped onto the top of Ning Qiubai's head.

Ning Qiubai felt that the top of his head suddenly became relaxed, and with a "russling" sound, all the branches in front of him shrank back.

He touched the top of his head and found that the branches above his head had become two or three, but the length had changed back to more than ten centimeters.

He was stunned for a while, then heard Sheng Ming say: "The blood of players, especially the blood of high-level players with special professions, can replenish more energy when eaten from Qiwu wood."

Ning Qiubai came back to his senses: "Then there is no need to make such a big cut! Gauze, gauze..."

There is no gauze in the new residence, so Sheng Ming can only barely get towels.Fearing that Sheng Ming would be obsessed with cleanliness, Ning Qiubai emphasized: "The one I just bought is not yet used."

Sheng Ming took the towel, shook his wrist, and the wound stopped automatically: "For me, there are only two states of death and near death."

Ning Qiubai was stunned for a moment, and what he wanted to say was blocked in his throat, and finally he said dryly: "Thank you very much."

Sheng Ming picked a leaf from the top of Ning Qiubai's head and bit it in his mouth like grabbing potato chips, and said vaguely, "I've already helped..."

"It's not free, is it?" Ning Qiubai was sincere this time, "What can I give you?"