Qin Rang sighed lowly, and a little worry flashed on his face: "This is also part of Qi Yan's plan, isn't he still a hand, let's give him all the votes..."

Lu Zhi was silent, and he was now more curious about Qi Jiu's plans and actions than worried.

When Qi Xiaonian told him about Qi Research's operation before, he was still skeptical, because Qi Xiaonian's tone and narration were too dramatic, and it was difficult for him to be completely convinced that players could predict the dungeon to this point.

But after most of the copies with Qi Ji, the current Lu Zhi not only completely let go of his doubts, he is even very much looking forward to Qi Ji's performance and operation, since Qi Ji has predicted that there will be a vote link, then he should have a plan for the "Final Trial".

When the host's voice fell, he motioned to the staff to distribute the ballots: "Please write down the cast and crew who you think should be judged, you must choose from the six of them, no one can abstain, this great night needs to be participated in by every individual, this is the sense of ritual of the last night of the circus, the circus needs a sense of ceremony!" ”

All:......

The ballot filling ceremony took place in silence, and behind him was the sound of the wind howling in the wilderness and the burning of the tent flames, and he looked at the flames with his spare eyes, and he did not forget the cursed ballad that Melissa had sung softly: "Only the tears of despair can extinguish the flames of that night."

Qi Zhen remembered that he had never really cried since he was a child.

Why? He never seemed to think about it, because it wasn't something missing for him.

It's as if non-physiological tears have never belonged to him, and they don't exist in his life setting...... What does it feel like to shed tears without the help of outsiders?

Qi Yan suddenly became curious about his tears.

Shedding tears is a necessary condition for the calling to appear......

Qi Ji pondered this condition, lowered his eyelids slightly, and quietly asked himself in his heart: Will I shed tears for that guy?

"Hey, can you hear what I'm thinking?"

"079, it would be nice if you could share your senses when you shed tears."

Qi Ji said to another person in his heart.

"The vote count is over, and we already have the answer to the cast and crew that will be tried tonight." The part-time host's words interrupted Qi Yan's thinking.

Qi Yan raised his head and met the host's slightly provocative gaze: "Mr. Beast Tamer, you see that there are a total of 54 people present, and you have received 53 votes, and the absolute overwhelming number of votes is enough to show everyone's wishes, you are really welcome." ”

"If you think we've faked the votes, you can come and check the tickets." The moderator spreads the ballots.

"Of course I trust you." Qi Ji stared at the other party silently, and saw that the host was a little flustered for some reason.

In the end, the presenter seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure of the other party's gaze, and he hastily turned his head and raised the volume to make the ballot result more convincing: "Mr. Beast Tamer, please accept the trial from the circus tonight!" ”

Qi Yan finally took his eyes off the host's face, he put his hands on his chest and bowed deeply to all the audience: "I'm honored. ”

The crew re-erected a huge cross in front of the burning tent, surrounded by dry branches, gasoline seeping into the parched earth, and the pungent smell of gasoline was raised by the night wind.

Qi Yan walked under the cross gracefully and calmly, and after using the cooling props, he let the staff tie him to the cross, his calm and determined posture, as if the actor who was about to appear was being dressed up by a makeup artist.

"Mr. Beast Tamer, do you need us to keep this whip for you temporarily?" The staff member who tied Qi Yan to the cross asked politely.

"No, thank you, I'll keep it myself." As he spoke, Qi Yan bit the small leather whip belonging to the animal trainer with his mouth, and his hands naturally relaxed and let the staff tie the chains.

Qi Jiu, biting the small leather whip, tilted his head slightly on the cross, and his Adam's apple slipped with it.

The night sky of the wilderness had no stars or moon, only a vast expanse of black, pure enough to swallow all that existed.

Below was the sound of gasoline pouring on the dry branches, and the circus audience and staff held their breath, watching the night of the execution destined to be silent, and the silence amplified the sound of gasoline and fire infinitely.

In such a dead night, Qi Jiu was tied to the high place of the cross, and the wind of the wilderness blew, bringing a primitive and damp atmosphere, and indescribable emotions also surged.

Familiarity, vastness, barrenness.

There is no sense of endlessness without a beginning and an end.

At the moment when the dungeon world was completely quiet, Qi Yan could always clearly feel these complex and contradictory emotions.

It's so endless that it's confusing and sad, as if he's been trapped in this dead silence for years.

It's that guy's mood, right?

Even if sensory sharing was not enabled, Qi Zhen could still feel the deep emotions of that guy, just like the moment when the white mist in the soup pool flowed, and the night when the moon was pale and the blood cherry blossoms were intense...... Every time there is only this special point in time, when the other party is getting closer, these emotions that are deeply rooted in his genes will surface.

Qi Zhen believed that 079 was approaching and on the way to arrive at this moment.

He could feel it.

Qi Yan closed his eyes and waited quietly, falling into an inexplicable barren and sad emotion, an emotion that was obviously not his own experience, but more profound than any previous feeling, he was trying to turn these emotions into substance.

What kind of connection does there exist between himself and 079? As the most primitive existence in the copy, as an inanimate entity composed of a series of data, does he feel lonely and sad?

…… There is a sense of desperation that is more desperate than despair.

Qi Jiu, who had never shed tears, felt that his eyes were becoming damp at the moment, he didn't know if he was really shedding tears, but without the help of any props, the moist and warm liquid rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"079, don't keep me waiting too long." Qi Zhen didn't really make a sound, but the Adam's apple slid slightly.

He closed his eyes.

"I want to see you."

The smell of damp seawater instantly invaded the nasal cavity, covering the burning smell of the wilderness, and the pungent industrial smell of gasoline ebbed with it.

The fishy sweetness unique to the sea at high tide, like the liquid of countless green moss melting, is a reassuring smell for Qi Jiu, and it is an absolute sense of security that no prop can provide.

That guy is finally here.

Qi Yan craned his neck even deeper, and the corners of his lips curled in an imperceptible arc.

Until the cold and viscous touch wandered on Qi Jiu's skin, and the shuddering sensory experience awakened-

"You know very well that no one who sees me will end well."

The breath that belonged to the depths of the sea covered it, and the torture flame spreading on the cross was extinguished in an instant, and the kraken bit the small leather whip in Qi Jiu's mouth with his mouth, and let out a very light laugh, "Aren't you afraid? ”

As the small leather whip was grabbed by the other party, a cool touch crossed Qi Yan's lips, I don't know if it was the touch left by the whip after rubbing, or the other party's lips.

Qi Jiu's breathing was difficult to suppress and became heavy, but his face did not show any embarrassment, only the light red at the corners of his eyes and the rapidly rising temperature of his skin exposed everything.

"Should I be afraid of you? Mr. Kraken. Qi Jiu, who was bound by iron chains, opened his eyes and met another pair of equally gray-green eyes in the firelight.

This was the second time the two had met in the fire, and the beating flames brightened the originally gray-green pupils, reflecting each other's shadows.

After a brief confrontation, the two tacitly raised the corners of their lips.

No one wants to take their eyes off each other.

"Young animal trainer, we finally meet."

"You want those poor animals to be human again, do you?" 079 said the lines that the character should have, but there was an ulterior motive in his tone.

Qi Yan looked at the other party for a moment: "Yes, I promised the former beast tamer yes, I have to do this." ”

"Do you know what you're going to pay?" The kraken holding the small leather whip of the animal trainer leaned over slightly, and asked in a low voice in Qi Yan's ear, the soft touch of the small leather whip crossed Qi Yan's bare neck, Qi Yan subconsciously trembled, and his fingers curled up slightly like electricity.

Qi Yan bit his lip: "Of course you have the final say." ”

The Kraken held the tamer's whip in his hand and revisited the young beast trainer who could tame all beasts.

The eyes of the Siren should have been above all things, with a solemn and cold divinity, encompassing everything and ignoring everything.

But in the fire of the last night of the circus, the Siren's eyes changed, his divinity collapsed, and the flames danced in his gray-green pupils, looking distant and blazing.

It never takes a reason to burn, and a gust of wind can destroy and devour everything.

The dancing flames reflected on Qi Yan's face, reflecting a slightly damp light.

"Let me taste the tamer's tears," the Kraken looked at him intently, his Adam's apple sliding slightly, "Can you accept such a price?" ”

For a moment, Qi Jiu's eyes widened slightly in disbelief, but after a short look at each other, all the surprise melted away in each other's tacit understanding.

Qi Yan stared at the other party, obviously with his head up, but he had a kind of condescending confidence in controlling the overall situation:

- "Of course. ”

It was as if he was the "high" animal tamer at this moment, taming the fiercest and most beautiful prey in his own way, taming his kraken.

The animal trainer allows the most beautiful prey, licking away their own tears.

Chapter 173: Highway Circus (67)

"Close your eyes, my animal trainer."

"Before the tears dry up—"

The Siren's voice seemed to come from the depths of the swamp far away, with a damp bewitching smell.

No one could refuse his invitation.

Qi Jiu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings through the rain, and finally he closed his eyes with his head up.

They were silent for a moment.

Qi Jiu's eyelids kept fluttering, the passage of time was slowed down indefinitely, and Qi Jiu could even hear the sound of every grain of air vibrating.

The air is liquefiing, and the breath from the other party completely envelops Qi Jiu, and his senses are also melting, vision, smell, hearing, and touch are integrated, and it is difficult to distinguish, and all the senses are infinitely amplified in the process of fusion, Qi Jiu illusions that his body has become the softest moss, floating on the sea surface at night with the waves, the moonlight sinks to the bottom of the sea, and countless churning undercurrents caress his body.

He could even hear the sound of the moonlight sinking to the bottom of the sea turning into bubbles, surging in his ears, slowly rising.

The world was paused, and even breathing stopped.

Until the cold and soft thing was attached to the eyelids, Qi Jiu's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and the other party's movements were very gentle, and could even be said to be pious and compassionate, like a rainy afternoon, the priest holding an umbrella bowed down, carefully picked up the butterfly that was knocked down by the rain at his feet, and gently wiped off the heavy water droplets on the butterfly's wings with his fingertips.

The other party's lips were obviously very cold, but Qi Yan felt that the blood in his whole body was burning, burning to the deepest part of his chest.

All the sense of desolation was reduced to ashes in the burning.

Qi Zhen felt a strong and unprecedented sense of peace of mind from the other party, as if the endless journey could finally stop, and the tired traveler finally found a safe place to stay forever.

Although the system was silent, Qi Yan knew that the moment they touched each other, he and 079 achieved a brief sensory sharing, and the feeling that was churning in his heart just now belonged to 079.

Some people are naturally attracted to similar or even identical souls, longing for answers and salvation from the same, longing to fill the void they were born with, longing for some kind of miracle to come.

Then they reach absolute harmony with each other, feel the passage of time and perceive the world with the same frequency.

Therefore, Qi Yan never rejected his inner voice, he knew that he had no resistance to such an "invasion" at all, and there was no need for any resistance.

He was willing to sink for himself.

Until the cold touch on the eyelids disappeared, the two did not move immediately.

They tacitly maintain this posture, giving each other time to digest emotions and time.

After a while, Qi Yan opened his eyes, and after a short look at each other, he playfully raised the corners of his lips as usual: "Mr. Kraken, what do my tears taste like?" ”