Don't slag me, it doesn't work

The only sound in the silent room was the breathing of two people.

Qin Ye was calm, even with a sharp blade at his throat, he looked fearless and meaningless, while Qin Ye, who was holding a sharp weapon, was cold and cruel, and his eyes were as cold as another knife that peels skin and peeks at bones.

They were deadlocked there, Qin Ye looked at him, his words were deep, but his tone was very relaxed, it was the taste of teasing and teasing:

"Why, are you reluctant?"

Qin Ye laughed, and pushed the sharp part upwards with his backhand. The tip of the knife cut a small opening under the skin, and a trace of scarlet oozes out along the edge of the blade. It looks warm and cold.

"Copy, since you have the same brain, you shouldn't tease me at this time."

Qin Ye never looked back.

"Let me answer the previous question, yes, I did it on purpose." After he finished speaking, he took Qin Ye's hand, and suddenly put more force on it.

Deliberately attacking him to force him to make a move, deliberately offending him by saying this untimely and frivolous remark, just to end the game.

The position was placed just right, and Qin Ye, who was a little annoyed by the provocative question, was pressing upwards, and if it went deeper, it would be fatal.

And Qin Ye's sudden action caught Qin Ye off guard.

In just a split second, the edge of the knife was drawn inward, Qin Ye suddenly retracted his strength, and the sharp blade moved down, leaving a gap across his chest, and finally stopped in a deadlock.

The one who was lying on the bed frowned in pain, the clothes were stained with bright red, it wouldn't kill people, but it still hurt a lot.

The strength of the two was about the same, but Qin Ye was obviously weaker now, and he couldn't use his full strength, and the blood-stained knife didn't go in again.

Qin Ye seemed to understand something.

In the final analysis, the other party is still different from himself, and the ultimate goal of this person is obviously different from his own.

There was a bloody smell in the air.

Qin Ye half closed his eyes, sighed, then raised his eyelids and looked at Qin Ye.

"What do you want to ask." He paused for half a second, "It's like you don't like to tell others too much about yourself, and I don't bother to explain this or that, but if you want to know, I don't mind telling you."

This is a relatively long sentence. They haven't had much communication with each other. All their thoughts are not based on dialogue, but more on observation and reasoning of each other's behavior.

Qin Ye's eyes were glaringly red, the feeling of seeing himself lying on the ground covered in blood was very subtle, his gaze went up and stopped in those eyes.

"What is your mission?"

"Protect you, take care of you, and treat you well." Qin Ye said calmly, "You know I'm just data from you, and I have the same way of thinking as you. Seeing these will only make you feel boring and funny. You can decide No matter, I can't."

Although they are infinitely close, Qin Ye's existence is only to trap Qin Ye. Born halfway, he is born with a predetermined program, just like a machine obeys instructions, and a dead thing follows the standard. This is not determined by the will. There is nothing but to follow Other methods.

Qin Ye could stubbornly stay five meters away, but Qin Ye could only choose a method that was more in line with this person's code of conduct to complete the required task.

The person under the position was silent after finishing speaking. Explaining is a very annoying thing, but in his opinion, this step can be regarded as one that complies with the code of conduct.

Qin Ye just heard that "no way" and made a guess.

Qin Ye: "They are wrong. This method will not keep you at all. You will only feel a little bit annoyed, and you won't feel anything because of me."

There was a bit of sarcasm in his words, and he affirmed the sentence, but he added a rhetorical question for some reason, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he couldn't hear much emotion:

"Do you know."

Qin Ye looked down at him: "No."

"Then you come here, there is something else." Qin Ye's tone was calm, "Come closer, the knife was quite deep just now, and it's a bit difficult for me to speak now."

When Qin Ye said these things, it was as if he was talking about another seriously injured person, but the content of his words was really unbearable.

Qin Ye's expression was very cold. After learning this, he suddenly understood some of the opponent's actions during this period, and finally understood where the opponent's desire for him to do something came from.

He leaned over slightly, a few strands of black hair fell down, covering one side of his eyes, and also covered the emotions in his eyes.

I can't talk about compassion or sympathy, but I just feel that the other party is unlucky, and it's better to copy a flirtatious high-level scum, but it's him who has a bad temper in the end.

This kind of birth has given all the established trends a sense of fate that makes people helpless, and it is even more hopeless and sad when it is imposed on a person with a strong heart.

Qin Ye's five fingers didn't have the strength just now, they just rested loosely on Qin Ye's hand.

The latter did not reject the proposal from the man just now, and leaned slightly to wait for the next sentence.

But just as he put his strength on the other hand for support, Qin Ye suddenly grabbed his wrist again, and gave it a ruthless hand, the tip of the blade stepped into his chest, and that slight dull feeling came from between his fingers.

Maybe it was too much information before, which affected Qin Ye's judgment. The one who was lying down had a speed and strength comparable to his.

Qin Ye was slightly taken aback, but Qin Ye's hoarse voice, as gentle as his own, fell to his ears:

"My ultimate mission is to die at your hands."

After the other party finished speaking, there was a very short pause, "In comparison, I like this better."

The sharp knife penetrated into the heart, and the warmth diffused away, dyeing the palm of his hand with scorching heat, Qin Ye even felt a little hot.

It felt all too real, not because I felt uneasy about someone dying at my hands.Just feeling a sense of loss for no reason.

Taking the initiative to take someone's life is not the same as passive killing after all.

The room is very quiet, and the two of them are like two extremes now.

One talked a lot, the other was silent.

Qin Ye was lying there, holding Qin Ye's hand, he let go of his strength, and opened his mouth with a little sand:

"I took advantage of the loopholes twice in a row, are you frustrated?"

Qin Ye knew that he didn't have much time, so he didn't show any overly agitated emotions after he came back to his senses. He calmly looked at the face similar to his own, and answered the words calmly and cooperatively.

"A bit."

He laughed: "Soldiers never tire of cheating."