I jump repeatedly on the edge of life and death [Infinite Flow]

"I haven't seen what a high-level puppet looks like, but the high-level puppet must be somewhere between the low-level puppet we saw and the top-level puppet.

I don't know if you noticed just now, but the semi-finished products in Li Liuli's room are several times better than the low-level puppets in the dining hall. "

When Song Qingshu spoke, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Shuiyue, his feet were still swaying back and forth slowly.

Qin Shuiyue sat upright, the muscles on her back tensed, as if restraining something.He looked directly at Song Qingshu, pursed his lips and said, "Not only are the semi-finished products, but all the materials placed in Li Liuli's room are top-grade, similar to those on the mask puppets."

"There are so many high-grade materials? It shouldn't be, the drop rate of rare materials when I play games is simply horrible." Sang Yu complained.

Games are one of his hobbies, but he is a veritable non-chief. He is often tortured to death by the dropping of rare materials in the game, so that he has not been able to get out of the shadow of non-chief after not playing games for a long time.

"No matter whether there are more or less high-grade materials, what is certain is that those materials are definitely not used to make low-level puppets. Tomorrow, I will see other people's materials for making puppets and compare them. Let's see if everyone has this material, or Specially assigned to specific people." Song Qingshu said.

"A specific person?" Sang Yu looked at Song Qingshu in a daze, obviously not following his train of thought.

"The direct descendants of the Li family. Most of the big families who mastered secret arts in ancient my country would not casually spread the core secret arts to outsiders.

For better inheritance, it is passed from father to son, not from male to female.I think the Li family is like this, otherwise they wouldn't have specifically designated Li Tenglong as the heir to train early.Just judging from Li Liuli's ability to make puppets, there is no such thing as passing on the male but not the female here.

In this way, the direct line and the side branch will be gradually divided into the direct line and the side line. The line line has been handed down to use high-grade materials to make higher-level puppets, while the side line will gradually decline and can only make low-level puppets, so the materials used are different. Not surprising at all. "Song Qingshu explained to Sang Yu with his slender fingers playing with the empty teacup.

"Wait... You said they raised Li Tenglong as an heir? Isn't he the heir who is talented and talented?" Sang Yu felt that his brain was running out.

"It is possible that he is highly talented, but this does not rule out that he was deliberately trained to make him better at making puppets.

Throughout the ages, choosing an heir in a large family with many descendants has been a great science.It is probably not enough to rely on talent alone, and there will be fierce competition between two or more people with similar talents at the same time, and both sides will inevitably suffer.

It is not enough to rely solely on the inheritance of the eldest son, and those who are talented will not accept it. The best way is to let the eldest son become the most talented one, so that no one can say anything, and start to cultivate silently since childhood, and accumulate for more than ten years. , when they grow up, they will naturally appear more talented than other children.

But it doesn't matter to us whether he was born with talent or cultivated the day after tomorrow, everyone is dead... "

Song Qingshu's expression suddenly changed while he was talking, and he felt a fiery hand covering his leg.

The owner of the hand noticed his abnormality, and the corner of his mouth raised a few invisible arcs.That hand patted Song Qingshu's leg lightly, as if telling him to be calm.

Song Qingshu froze, glanced at Qin Shuiyue secretly from the corner of the eye, and sat down obediently.

He glanced at Sang Yu and Qiu Zewen again. Fortunately, the expressions of the two were quite normal. It seemed that no one knew about their small movements, so he couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"I don't know the conditions of death yet, everyone should pay attention tonight." Qin Shuiyue withdrew her hand and told Sang Yu and Qiu Zewen as if nothing happened.

Thinking of those ghost things that came out at night to take people's lives in the previous levels, the fear of unknown things hit Sang Yu's heart again, and he said weakly: "I'm afraid."

Song Qingshu patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Baby, Dad is optimistic about you, don't let Dad down."

"Abba, can I pull the bed to the other side of your bed?" Sang Yu said, looking at Song Qingshu without blinking.

Qin Shuiyue's face was gloomy, her thin lips parted slightly, and she spat out a word.

Being rejected, Sang Yu didn't dare to get angry with him, so he went to his bed angrily, and lifted the quilt to cover himself.

The night is getting darker, and the sky is like a piece of silk dyed with ink, dark and flat.The smooth black satin is only dotted with a bright and bright moon.

The noisy sounds during the day also gradually decreased until they disappeared, and the whole world fell into silence.

The breeze blows by, and the blowing leaves rub against each other and make a slight "squeaky" sound.

Song Qingshu simply washed and took off the mourning clothes he had worn all day, folded them neatly and put them in the special place beside the bed for clothes.It may be a habit he has developed since he was a child. His things have always been neatly placed, especially clothes and books.

As soon as he put his clothes away, he heard a slight snoring sound in the air, and when he turned his head, he found that the source of the sound was Sang Woo.

Song Qingshu: ...

Who just said that he was afraid.

Sang Yu's snoring sound was muffled, as if it came from under the quilt. Qiu Zewen sat on his bed and thought for a while, and then stepped forward and pulled the quilt down, exposing Sang Yu's hairy head. out.

When he was done, he turned his head and met Song Qingshu's probing eyes, seeing Song Qingshu's frown gradually, Qiu Zewen stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt, and lay down.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and was about to lie down on the bed to sleep when he saw Qin Shuiyue sitting on the bed with arms folded and staring at him.

The bright moonlight came in from the square windows, covering Qin Shuiyue's face and body.

The straight nose, thick black eyelashes like crow feathers, and sexy thin lips formed a perfect arc.The person just sat there so quietly, the whole body was illuminated by the moonlight as if it was dyed with a layer of silver light.

Song Qingshu was stunned. He suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, and then the beating frequency increased significantly.

For a moment, he couldn't even hear the sound of the leaves being blown by the wind outside, and it seemed that all his ears were filled with the "dong dong" sound from his chest.

It took a while for Song Qingshu to recover from this state, and secretly scolded himself for not being able to live up to it, for being fascinated by Qin Shuiyue after so long.

But forget it, who made him look good, didn't I just want his face and body.

With blood on his face, in order not to let Qin Shuiyue notice the abnormality, Song Qingshu quickly lifted the quilt and got in, said good night to Qin Shuiyue in a low voice, and closed his eyes.

When Song Qingshu fell asleep, his fine hair was naturally attached to the side of his face, his charming peach eyes were closed tightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his whole body was not as exquisite and alert as in the daytime, and he looked obedient, like a sleeping cat. little fox.

Qin Shuiyue stretched out her hand to touch the fur on the little fox's head, but she took it back before she fell down.

No, the time has not yet come, the little fox will run away if he is not caught firmly.

He glanced at Song Qingshu who was asleep again, and then lay down to sleep.

In the middle of the night, the rustling sound came again, this time still downstairs.

Song Qingshu woke up when he heard the first sound, and moved under the window as fast as he could. He really wanted to see what the hell was harming people.

Suddenly he felt that someone was sticking to his back, and a familiar smell came, and he knew it was Qin Shuiyue without looking.

The window is too small, if two people want to see the outside situation, they have to stay close together.

Song Qingshu looked outside intently with a reddish face, trying not to let other things disturb his thoughts.

He maintained the same posture and his legs were going numb from squatting, only then did he see a new change in his field of vision.

A headless man came out of the thatched hut. Judging from his clothes, he was the dead Li Tenglong!His limbs were tied with thin strings, and he was being pulled by a person hiding in the dark like a puppet, making various actions according to instructions. At this time, he was being led away by the thin strings.

There is a player behind him, and if you look carefully, you will find that the player did not follow behind voluntarily, but was tightly bound by something, and was pulled by a headless man with a thin, almost invisible thread.

The figures of the two gradually became smaller and finally disappeared from the sight of Song Qingshu and Qin Shuiyue.

Song Qingshu's legs were completely unconscious, and with a slight movement, his body leaned back involuntarily.

Qin Shuiyue propped herself up on the ground with one hand, and wrapped her arms around the approaching person reflexively with the other hand.He tilted his head to look at Song Qingshu, and said with a smile, "Still up?"

Afraid of waking up other people, he kept his voice very low, and the words he said almost came out of his breath, and hit Song Qingshu directly in the ear, Song Qingshu was stunned.

But he reacted instantly, stood up forcefully and threw himself on his own bed, pulling up the quilt to cover his head.

The little fox was shy.

The smile on Qin Shuiyue's face became more and more obvious, and she could see that she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

He lay back on the bed, covered the quilt, and faced Song Qingshu thinking about things.

The surroundings returned to silence again, Song Qingshu quietly pulled down the quilt, revealing those black and white peach blossom eyes, but suddenly met Qin Shuiyue's gaze.

He whispered good night in embarrassment, then turned around, closed his eyes, thinking in his mind that coloring is emptiness, emptiness is form... I don't know when he fell asleep in a daze.

Qin Shuiyue glanced at Song Qingshu's snow-white neck between the quilt and short hair, and fell asleep peacefully.