Fast travel: the 101st be

On the way Ling Ye carried Cheng Yuan out, neither of them said a word.

Cheng Yuan looked around and found that Ling Ye had already turned off all the equipment with recording functions along the road in advance.

During this period, he narrowly passed two inspectors across a tunnel, Cheng Yuan was nervous and did not dare to look out, but Ling Ye, who was close at hand, had an unusually calm chest, and his footsteps were steady, without panicking for a moment.

Cheng Yuan suddenly remembered that in the past, Ling Ye seemed to have always been so confident, and there was never anything that could make him flustered.

Even if he was asked to tie wool felt, he calmly did not change his expression.

It happened a long time ago, when we were still in the weasel training team, there was an old teacher who liked to find another way and often gave them some weird tasks, and one day he brought a pile of wool felt, saying it was to train them for endurance and perseverance.

The sickle weasels in the house sniffed at first, but they all started cursing their mothers when their hands were bloodied.

The things made are ugly and have different styles. Only Ling Yean sat quietly, piercing patiently, and made the most beautiful little yellow duck in the class.

The girls in the class were still scrambling to get it, but none of them got it.

Ling Ye put Cheng Yuan in the co-pilot, and he didn't forget to lock his hands behind his back and lock his feet together.

Cheng Yuan was a little dumbfounded, as if he was a nasty little thief who was good at escaping.

"Brother Ye, after discussing it, you don't need to use your feet."

When Xu Shi heard the sound of 'Brother Ye', Ling Ye paused, but for a moment, he continued to bend over to handcuff his ankles, without saying a word, he just glanced at him.

When he got to the ground, Ling Ye loosened the restraints on his feet, but forced him to go forward, as if a gun was pushed behind him.

In fact, there is only one path, and it is difficult for Cheng Yuan to go wrong.

It's a very ordinary residence, no different from the place where most people live in the 'wasteland'. Cheng Yuan finds it strange that people in 'fertile soil' can't wait to enjoy everything they should enjoy, and they are crowding into big houses and manors.

Although Ling Ye didn't say it clearly, Cheng Yuan could guess where Ling Ye wanted to take him.

Cheng Yuan entered the room, thinking that Lingye would be bored, and he must say something first to ease the embarrassment between the two of them.

However, he never got a chance to say the nonsense that he was brewing, such as 'Yo Ye, why is he hiding criminals?'.

[Cut a little bit, it doesn't affect, Weibo@宁枝zz]

In fact, at this point, both of them already knew it well, without any words, without any ambiguity, temptation and suspicion.

"It will be uncomfortable." Ling Ye didn't move, just said one sentence.

Cheng Yuan shook his head against his neck.

Ling Ye withdrew one hand, went to hold Cheng Yuan's hand, and played around his fingertips.

Very inadvertent little action.

They had just done something more intimate before, but Cheng Yuan was still disturbed by Ling Ye's casual teasing.

He didn't know if Ling Ye did it on purpose or if it was really just inadvertently.

"I didn't shoot." After a long time, Ling Ye said suddenly, "I obviously didn't shoot."

Innocent and remorseful.

Cheng Yuan didn't speak.

Ling Ye lifted Cheng Yuan's sweat-drenched bangs up to check. He had seen it countless times when he did it just now, but he still checked it again worriedly.

"I didn't shoot, but I saw the bullet pierced your forehead, but now there is no trace at all." Ling Ye seemed to be talking to him, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

Similarly, Cheng Yuan didn't shoot, but he did see the bullet penetrate Ling Ye's heart, and now there is no bullet mark on Ling Ye's chest.

Cheng Yuan smiled, "What if I really shot you?"

Ling Ye stared into his eyes for a while, finally shook his head, and took him into his arms again.

"you will not."

Those smart people with high IQs who are versatile in all aspects always seem to be obviously emotionally retarded, but that is actually a paradox.

The reason for the dullness is that the other party is also a genius at emotional control.

As long as he finds a little bit of signs that the other party likes him, then what happened in the past that were considered to be "tricks with ill intentions" and "hostile confrontation" will become "clumsy teasing" and "like to use pranks to attract likes" childish psychology of people. '

Of course, in the same situation, there are still differences between the same kind of people. For example, Cheng Yuan is not as transparent as Ling Ye.

Cheng Yuan really didn't know when Ling Ye fell in love with him. Looking back on everything that happened in the past, there was no scene showing that Ling Ye was interested in him.

It can't be those two muddle-headed experiences.

Or the experiences of those four worlds that take place at the level of consciousness.

Thinking of this wish made me feel a little uncomfortable.

Although he knew that those worlds belonged to both of them, they were still different people after all. His liking for Ling Ye was not based on those experiences.

He just fell in love with Ling Ye when he hated him so much, like a Stockholm patient.

The two were quiet for a while, before Ling Ye withdrew, got up and carried the exhausted Cheng Yuan into the bathroom to wash up.

The tired and paralyzed two wanted to have a good sleep after touching the pillows, and put aside all the headaches for the time being.

Ling Ye embraced Cheng Yuan from behind, like a rare treasure.

Cheng Yuan felt more and more uncomfortable, wondering whether Ling Ye would be holding Cheng Yuan, Cheng Yuan, Cheng Yu or Cheng Yuan.

"Cheng Yuan, I mean the prince, how did you live after he died?"

Ling Ye was silent for a long time before answering, "Just live like that."

"Marry a wife and have children?"

"……You feel?"

"Is it possible that I will die alone forever, I feel that there is still a long time to live."

Ling Ye didn't speak, and Cheng Yuan felt that he had hit the mark.

No way... Think about it carefully, if they all die alone...

"So you remember it too." Cheng Yuan grasped the key information.

"En." Ling Ye replied softly, almost breathlessly.

Although Cheng Yuan was reluctant to admit his dog-licking potential, Lingye's lazy voice was damn nice.

"Is there someone guiding you?"

"what?"

"That's right, mediocre, a system."

"No, the moment the bullet pierced the heart, I was pulled into the vortex. When I woke up, I was in Lingye's perspective. I could feel what he felt, but I had no control over that body."

That is, you can only watch the whole time.

Same as he was in the last world.

In fact, the difference is not big. Even if Cheng Yuan has the control of his body, he can't change the ending of the mission story. He may just have more game experience.

Cheng Yuan thought for a while, "What do you think of this system?" Cheng Yuan recalled that Ling Ye's perspective was not systematic, and it might just be a strange experience. "I mean, what do you think of these four dream-like things?"

"I don't think so."

"Do you like the four of them?" Cheng Yuan originally wanted to talk about something useful, but accidentally got distracted.

"Who are the four?"

"that is……"

"Aren't they all you?"

"Yes and no, oops, I mean... Forget it, I'll ask you if you like it?"

"What do you think?"

I think, I think I just like it!Still like four at a stretch!Scumbag!

Cheng Yuan became angry for no reason, and subconsciously moved out of Ling Ye's arms.

Ling Ye naturally noticed it, and felt a little puzzled but also a little funny. He could feel that Cheng Yuan was angry, but he didn't know why this guy was angry.

Cheng Yuan moved, and the corner of his eye suddenly fell on Lingye's bedside table, and he was caught by something.

"This is……"

An ugly wool felt German Shepherd.

——Hahahaha really looks like Brother Ye.

——Brother Ye, come over and have a look, Cheng Yuan has made a portrait of you!

——Think about it every day and dream at night, all I think about is you all day long, and I feel like you all the time.

——It looks so much like you, I’m sending you off, huh?Why are you throwing him, the woolen blanket didn't offend you, the teacher said that you can't throw other people's gifts casually.

——Reciprocity, the duck gave me a gift, Brother Ye?

——Cheng Yuan, you can't be so clumsy, I was the one who asked first!you give me!

——That's right, we were the ones who asked first, but Ling Ye hasn't even said who to send it to!

Cheng Yuan couldn't help but chuckle, "You actually kept it all the time."

Ling Ye didn't speak.

"Your meeting is obviously interesting to me." Cheng Yuan turned to ask.

"I didn't say no."

"..." Cheng Yuan stuck in his shell, "Then you don't say it? I slept with you for nothing before I co-authored it, and you didn't say it after sleeping? How can you not understand what it usually means to leave after sleeping?"

Ling Ye looked aggrieved, "Who is it that picks up his pants and runs away at dawn?"

"..." Aww, it's all his fault.

But Cheng Yuan didn't want to admit it, so he turned his head and remained silent.

After a while, Ling Ye said, "You never said..."

Understood.

All cowards.

Although Cheng Yuan felt a little hypocritical, his heart was indeed sweet.

He quietly moved towards Ling Ye, bit by bit, without making a sound, until he moved back to the original position.

Ling Ye watched him make small movements one after another until finally he returned to his arms.

He thought it was funny, picked someone up again, and used to play around his fingertips.

"I probably understand why you were angry just now."

Cheng Yuan didn't speak.

"You should be jealous."

fart.