Dying in the Male Lead’s Arms Every Time I Transmigrate

Ning Meng's whole head was a little muddy.

Shi Qi's face was also a little fuzzy in front of her, almost turned into a double image, and it was not normal until a minute later.

She rubbed her ears and it just itched.

Ningning's body is the most ticklish, not to mention the ears, she herself is also quite ticklish, Shi Qi speaks too close.

Shi Qi saw her wake up and let go of her hand.

The system is still tweeting: "The opera singer sang you in. If it were not for Shi Qi, you would be gone."

After a long time, she reacted.

At the beginning, she thought that she couldn't understand the singing, but it didn't take long for her to sing very well. The content that emerged before her eyes was not the content of the auditorium.

At the moment when Shi Qi's hand left, the sound of opera singing surrounded his ears again.

Ning Meng frowned slightly, covering her ears, and asked Shi Qi vaguely: "Are you giving me sugar?"

It's kind of sweet, sweet.

Seeing the candy exposed when she was talking, Qi raised her mouth inexplicably, frightening her: "It's poison."

Ning Meng: "..." Do you think she is a lie?

She glared at her for a while, chewed up the candy in her mouth, and made a crisp sound. She was still poisoned these days, and she had learned to deceive.

Shi Qi did not speak, but occasionally turned to look at her.

The stage seems to have reached a climax, and the singing voice has improved a lot, and it is more obscure and difficult to understand, like the voice of an ancient primitive society sacrificial offering.

The shadow puppet show in this situation is already uninteresting.

The shadow puppets Ning Meng saw were weird, and she performed a peculiar show in the hands of the people behind the scenes, but her audience could not guess the content of the show.

There is something wrong at first sight.

After a while, Ning Meng couldn't help it anymore, grabbing Shi Qi's sleeves and secretly asking, "When will it be over?"

The white palms on his face were taut, full of tension, and his eyes were shining in the dark, like kittens.

Shi Qi's tone was softer: "Soon."

Ning Meng was relieved immediately, and turned her head obediently, eating candy and watching the show. Her grandson was so powerful, and she must be right.

The performer could no longer affect her, she began to observe something special on the stage, but she didn't see anything for a long time.

The only people who can see on the stage are the thin young man and the old man singing.

The four shadow puppets on the screen are moving, but only the old man is manipulating them, which shows his high technology.

Ning Meng couldn't figure it out, how could they do things that hurt their yin.

As if perceiving her thoughts, Shi Qi raised his eyes and glanced at the stage, and said lightly: "Satisfaction."

His words didn't contain any emotions, and they were a bit cold.

Ning Meng didn't understand what he meant. He didn't know who he was talking about. He guessed that it might be retribution.

As the end time approaches, the old people on the stage sing faster and faster.

The young man stood behind him, staring worriedly at the old man in front of him, and kept muttering: "Grandpa..."

He knew the current situation, he must have reached a bad state, otherwise Grandpa wouldn't increase his speed all at once.

The originally slow singing became faster and faster, the drums almost couldn't keep up, and the entire auditorium was filled with two mixed sounds.

Ning Meng had another candy in her mouth.

I didn't know where Shi Qi came from, so I fed it while she wasn't paying attention.

As for the effect, it may be to dispel the hallucinations, at least she doesn't find it any better now, and her ears are uncomfortable.

At this moment, the singing suddenly stopped.

Ning Meng looked on the stage and saw that the dark white curtain was suddenly dyed red, as if it had been splashed with dye.

The boy exclaimed and rushed forward: "Grandpa!"

The drum beat suddenly stopped.

Ning Meng only saw the curtain opened and a group of people ran up.

Suddenly the stage lights were bright, and somebody knocked over the curtain, and the scene behind appeared. The old man who sang closed his eyes and passed out into a coma.

The young man was squeezed aside by the others, the shadow puppet fell all over the floor, and there were others who kept pinching the old man, but unfortunately they still did not wake up.

Ning Meng looked strange, and turned her head, Qiu Keke next to her tilted on the chair, her eyes closed as if she was asleep.

But she knew it was not asleep at all, because everyone behind her was like Qiu Keke, with her closed eyes slumped on the chair.

A word flashed in her mind: hallucinations.

Ning Meng suddenly turned his head to look at Shi Qi. Seeing him sitting properly with an inexplicable smile on his mouth, he knew that it was all right.

Shi Qi tilted his head to look at her, "I'll wake up soon."

The system also said: "It's just an illusion. If the old man hasn't finished singing, nothing will happen. They won't know what happened when they wake up."

This is a normal hallucination consequence.

Ning Meng breathed a sigh of relief, sneaking up to Shi Qi, and asked in a low voice, "Did the old man vomit blood just now?"

The people on the stage didn't pay attention to the two of them at all, they were still arguing, maybe because they were too self-confident and felt that everyone was in a coma.

Shi Qi responded in a low voice, "Yes."

Seeing her bewildered, she explained softly: "He used too much force and bit himself back. It is good luck to live."

So miserable?

However, doing something like this is so miserable that it will be evil, but she always finds something weird.

If this old man wanted the soul of a person, why didn't she do it when she was in the auditorium before, and instead warned her not to come.

This is also a bit wrong.

Ning Meng thought for a while, and a thought came out from the bottom of her heart: Could this old grandfather be controlled by those ugly long people?

The old man vomited blood out, and the curtains were sprayed on. Naturally, those people also saw it, and they were checking whether he was pretending.

The stage has exploded into a pot of hot ants.

A middle-aged man with a scar on his face grabbed the thin young man abruptly and asked fiercely, "What's wrong with this dead old man? Come and wake up!"

With tears on his face, he was thrown by the old man.

He saw the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he cried, "Grandpa... don't scare me... don't scare me..."

A person next to him pushed him away, cursing: "I know crying, crying is a fart! Depressed all day long!"

Several people let go of the unconscious old man at random, and started discussing for themselves.

"Let's go with the finished shadow puppets. This old man won't live long anyway, and we will look for other people later."

"But it's useless to sing halfway through this play. We only have two paper guys. We can't help much, too little."

"Two is two, it's better than nothing. Fuck him, how come something happened at this time and watch the cooked duck run away!"

Several people looked at the auditorium below.

These are all people, people who can take souls, let them fill paper people, and then they can do things for them.

At this moment, the man with the scar on his face suddenly looked at the first row.

He slammed forward a few steps, unable to talk: "Why are you awake?"

All the others fainted obviously.

He used to have a bad look, but now there are scars on his face, making it even more terrifying.

Seeing the two people with delicate skin and tender meat, several men all reacted: "Just tie them up and wait for the dead old man to wake up and turn him into a paper man."

A group of people thought very well.

Ning Meng looked at them with their mentally retarded expressions. Shi Qi was the male lead of this book. How could he be captured by them and made paper men.

The men didn't care about the old or the young, they jumped down to catch Shiqi, and they were bounced out when they touched their arms.

Then he slammed into the stage with a loud noise.

When Ning Meng raised his eyes to see, the hands of several people who touched Shiqi were burned, cruelly turning their skins, revealing flesh and blood.

The scarred man's face was full of sullenness, and he yelled silently.

Shi Qi stood up suddenly, pulled the blank-looking Ning Meng to his side, dragged him to his side, and said calmly, "Don't move."

A scream suddenly came from behind.

Ning Meng hurriedly followed the sound. It was from her chair.

What was screaming was the first paper figure she met at the beginning, the one whose eyes came to life.

The paper man came to her at some point, stuck to the chair on her back, and rolled his white eyes.

At this moment, he is distorting his body, very crippled.

Ning Meng swallowed, and leaned against Shi Qi in silence.

The thought that she had been leaning on this paper man all night, and that the paper man could still move, she felt numb all over and her hair was terrified.

Shi Qi suddenly lowered his head and said, "It just came."

Ning Meng was stunned for a moment, and when she realized that she was telling her that the man was coming, she was relieved and her heartbeat recovered a little.

This shadow puppet troupe is really...

The paper man finally twisted, from bottom to top, gradually shrinking, and finally a ball of flame emerged for no reason, burning it to ashes.

The mass of ashes could move, and finally it was blown away again and disappeared.

This move surprised the injured people secretly.

It is different for paper people to use human souls to come to life. Not only can they follow their orders, but they can also make money.

This paper man did not know how the old man did it. They forced him to draw his eyes that day, and then he would run away by himself.

This paper man can listen to their orders, and the man with the scar just controlled him.

The few people on the edge of the stage dared not come over for a while.

Ning Meng was behind Shi Qi, clutching the corner of his clothes, without disturbing him.

Shi Qi's eyes were cold, and she twisted her fingertips where she couldn't see it, and the powder gradually fell from her clean fingers.

There is always a price to pay.

Ning Meng stared at the top of the stage ignorantly, widening her eyes slightly.

She saw that the curtain was opened by a gap, and two paper figures crawled over from the ground, twisting their bodies, and the expressions on their faces were also very scary.

In the end, they all stuck to the man with the scar in the middle.

The man didn't notice anything at all, he was still cursing at them, but he didn't dare to step forward because of his performance just now.

At this moment, two paper figures attached to his back suddenly crawled from the back to the front, covering his face.

The person next to you saw it and shouted: "Big Brother! Big Brother!"

The scarred man waved his arm, trying to tear off the paper figure stuck on his face, but he didn't expect to stick it tighter and tighter, making him unable to breathe.

The paper man was like he was born on his face, and he couldn't take it away alive.

As time passed, he jumped and shook a few times like a fish caught ashore, and finally stopped, there was no movement.

Several people shook their hands to touch him.

The covered paper man finally bulged up, slowly rising from the man's face, bringing up a small voice that made his scalp numb.

"Ah!" the person next to him screamed and backed away.

They saw with their own eyes the paper man with the leather belt torn off, and the scarred man's face was bloody, and he could even see the blood vessels.

Ning Meng stood on tiptoe, over Shi Qi's shoulder, going to take a look at what was happening, it was so terrifying.

Before she could see it, one hand blocked her eyes, covering everything.

She must be scared.

Can't let her see.

——"The Little Diary that Shi Qi Secretly Hidden"