Forces of Temptation

The situation of the team competition was quite different from what the players imagined.

At least when playing solo, they can still see their opponents.

When playing team games, unless they are assigned to an unobstructed venue like the "Colosseum", they can't even see their shadows.

More harmful, double the humiliation.

Players hold all kinds of props, and have more or less tried PVP-type games, knowing how to greet people with props, it stands to reason that they will not be defeated so badly.

But the physical fitness of ordinary players is basically the same.

Even if there is some gap, the gap can be bridged by props.

Nanzhou is different.

There is not a gap between him and the players, but a gap.

It is a racial advantage that can be output by riding the face.

Since his age was still in single digits, his opponent was the monster Guangmei with inhuman combat power.

The launch of "Gravity" launched a comprehensive survival training for Nanzhou, who has been the boss of Guangmei for many years.

As soon as the team competition started, Nanzhou put his teammates in his backpack, narrowed down the number of targets, and squatted in a certain corner to defeat them one by one.

His technique is quite professional. Basically, the opponent hasn't seen the person, hasn't felt the pain yet. When he closes and opens his eyes, the person is already lying dead at the resurrection point.

It's just that the remaining energy is a little bit too much, like a stiff neck.

After defeating his opponent in the fifth match in the team competition, Nanzhou will have a rest period.

Because of the heat, Nan Zhou took off his coat, leaving only his white shirt and slim trousers.

He released Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang from the backpack.

Without the cover of the jacket, the curve at the junction of Nanzhou's waist and buttocks became more distinct.

His lines are extremely simple and beautiful, with a thin layer of chest muscles on top of a white shirt, which combines strength and beauty.

He squatted there, with a feline sense of security and ease.

...with "Look, I'm back from hunting" written all over her body.

Jiang Fang sat cross-legged across from him, and said with a smile, "I told you, I can help you."

Nan Zhou shook his head.

Jiang Fang: "Why not."

Nan Zhou thought about it seriously: "Because you need protection."

Li Yinhang: "..."

She looked at the 1.9-meter Jiang Fang.

...What kind of strange filter does Nan Zhou have for Jiang Fang? !

But after thinking about it, she didn't worry about it anymore.

In Nan Zhou's eyes, human beings were probably little rabbits that jumped up and wanted to kick his chest.

Jiang Fang didn't compete for victory here, and coquettishly lazily said, "Then you have to protect me well."

Nan Zhou tilted his head curiously.

In his impression, Brother Fang hadn't acted like a baby with him for a long time.

But Nanzhou still solemnly replied: "Yes. I will be your way forward, so you can rest assured."

Nan Zhou didn't know what Jiang Fang was planning.

If their life and death, love, struggle, and pain are watched by the audience, and if those high-dimensional creatures also have normal emotions, Jiang Fang will make them like Nanzhou.

No one knows what the final outcome of "Gravity" will be.

Therefore, Jiang Fang wanted to fight for more for him.

The real-life audiences he has seen all want to see survival from desperation, overcoming adversity, overcoming the next, falling to the altar, intense emotional collisions, and human nature competitions.

This desperate situation is the best chance for Nan Zhou to be fully noticed by those people.

Nanzhou must seize this opportunity to make him a favorite of more advertisers, grasp the rhythm, and step on the audience's excitement.

...to make everyone not want him to die.

In this way, he will be safer.

Then, emotional dramas with rich emotions should also be one of the key points to enhance goodwill.

Jiang Fang has always been sober and active, and he will do what he says.

But from another level, with such an external force, he can force himself to adjust his mental state, try to respond to Nan Zhou more actively, and become a desensitization therapy for his emotional disorders.

...not bad at all.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fang smiled slightly, spent the team competition score that had just arrived, and exchanged some small props from the store that could enhance the atmosphere.

"It was produced in the flower fields of Homeland Island." Jiang Fang delivered a rose to Nan Zhou as if by magic, "Thank you for your protection."

Nan Zhou looked at the delicate petals and took them in surprise: "Well...thank you."

Then he put the flower in his mouth and bit off half of it.

Nanzhou: "..."

He looked at Jiang Fang in confusion: "...not sweet."

After being startled for a moment, Jiang Fang leaned forward very naturally, bit off the half of the flower he had eaten, and after tasting it carefully, nodded his approval and said, "Well, I'll buy you a sweet one next time."

The cameras surrounding them are denser,

In places that are out of reach of the naked eye, their popularity has increased by a large margin.

An avalanche of information was sent back to the No. [-] broadcasting group in the data center.

They sort the information, extract the best camera position and lens information, and spread it to group B for the second screening.

In this way, the audience who enters the live broadcast of the game can get the best viewing experience.

Countless silhouettes in a hurry are wrapped in a torrent of concrete information, without hearing human voices, only the gurgling data flowing like water.

However, if the dense data is analyzed, it can be found that these directing staff have been engaged in high-intensity busy conversations.

"Camera aligned."

"It's so pleasing to the eye!"

"Favorites went up another three percentage points."

"It's worth being beautiful."

"But what the audience likes to watch is PVP. It's best to watch people intrigue and see blood. If they don't always play PVE, and even have a few copies, and no one around them dies, their support rate will definitely be higher."

A questioned: "However, let them win like this, and ignore the [brain invasion] factory's demands?"

B said: "That's true. After all, this chasing match was facilitated by them, sponsoring and investing."

The third person C obviously didn't know about this relationship, and asked curiously, "Why?"

A: "The audience generally reported that they wanted to watch them play high-difficulty dungeons, so the planning team asked them to 'randomly' go to [Brain Invasion]. After all, the boss of the [Brain Invasion] factory also developed brain games, and wanted his Farmed products sell better. They also signed a contract with us and are willing to cooperate.”

C: "But what does this have to do with Nanzhou and the others?"

B: "It's their own fault. Who told them to develop a brain with the highest quality since they built the factory? No one would have thought of such a high degree of completion."

C: "So the boss wants to hire them as permanent employees?"

A: "Yes, if they die in the pursuit battle, they have a valid reason to leave the game, be officially hired as employees, and have served [Brain Invasion] for a long time."

C: "Ah, now..."

A: "Well, I heard that the boss of [Brain Invasion] is not very happy. And now that their popularity has increased, the ratings have dropped."

C: "Huh? Why?"

A: "One-sided abuse of food is really good, but there are also many viewers who bet on other teams to win and love other teams. Who can feel happy seeing their favorite team being beaten like this?"

C: "Then what else can we do?"

B: "Yeah, when the mission first came out, the viewers who had bet money on the 'Cubic Ark' had already protested on the forum. I just saw that they won, and the public opinion got better. We can't do too much. It stands out."

A: "Just wait and see. I heard that the planning team has already thought of a good idea to increase the real-time ratings."

……

At this time, in another team match.

The young man who had just asked for Nanzhou's autograph was pale, trying to arch his back, trying to get rid of the strong pressure from behind.

Too bad he couldn't do anything about it.

The bone in one of his hands had been crushed and twisted in five different directions, and the headset had been crushed in half.

"Is there a better chance?" Su Meiying with pink hair bent down, cut off the signature of Nan Zhou's clothes from his clothes, waved it in front of her eyes, and said to her teammates with a smile, " His signature! This is God's favor, I said, somewhere, there must be a god who wants to help us~"

The young man gritted his teeth: "What do you want to do?!"

Su Meiying looked down at the young man, lowered her voice, pretending to be mysterious: "I—"

Before she could finish speaking, she slammed her hand up and shot, smashing the young man's head.

She's not in the habit of revealing her plans to the loser.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes at the resurrection point, turned over, and retched violently a few times.

The smell of the crushed gunfire and the hot brains still lingered in his nostrils, but as soon as he recovered, he shook his right hand, which had just recovered from the fracture, without hesitation. A passage was typed into the world channel: "Nanzhou, you have to be careful of "Zhaohui"—"

……

At the end of the rest time, Nanzhou is ready to choose the team competition again.

However, before he clicked on it, the Colosseum, which was originally sunny, was covered with lead gray clouds.

The page is grayed out.

He didn't even have time to put Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang into the warehouse.

Li Yinhang stood up and looked at Nanzhou in surprise: "What's the matter—"

Before the words fell, the same line of words flashed in front of the eyes of the three of them at the same time:

"Welcome to the 99ers, we are pulling players—"

Nanzhou tried to exit, but couldn't find a button to exit at all.

He tried again to take Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang back to the warehouse, but still failed.

... In the 99-man competition, it is forbidden for participants to borrow their teammates' backpacks to escape.

There was a silence in the world channel, and there was a sudden chaos.

"The 99ers? Why did the 99ers start suddenly?"

"It was built by Nanzhou?"

But before such public opinion could ferment, Nanzhou made a statement.

【Cubic Ark-South Ark】It's not me.

Although the players had already lost their habit of scolding Nanzhou on the world channel, but seeing him say this, everyone became quiet.

Although Nan Zhou can kill people with just one mouth, he doesn't lie.

And when they saw the word "Zhaohui" in the quickly refreshed participant list, many players woke up.

——"Zhaohui", the winner of the last 99ers.

The winner should have received many special rewards.

"Zhaohui" was the only group that received bonuses from the 99ers, and there was no second group to gamble their lives, so no one knew what was included in the rewards.

They only knew that 28 teams of different levels and strengths who were online at the same time were forced to enter the 99-player competition.

They have no right to refuse at all.

When Nan Zhou opened his eyes again, they were in an antique bedroom.

The room is a mix of Baroque and Byzantine style elements, with red coal burning in the fireplace and light rain falling outside the window.

The European-style doors and windows are slightly opened, and a breeze brings the faint fishy smell of raindrops and the faint fragrance of pines and cypresses.

Nanzhou looked through the window, and saw that this bungalow was built according to the cliff, and it was winding along the cliff for a thousand meters, but there was still no end in sight.

The bungalow, which can accommodate 99 players to escape at the same time, is indeed not small.

The "Zhaohui" teleported to the kitchen had already easily killed two panicked teammate players.

Standing on the pool of blood gushing from them, Su Meiying took out a booklet with a dark purple cover, put the cloth strip with Nan Zhou's name in it, and muttered.

Under the urging of the spell, the pages of the book seemed to come to life, and devoured the object with traces of the Nanzhou in one bite.

Su Meiying and the other four male teammates looked at each other and smiled.

Immediately, she casually opened one of the pages, tore it off, and burned the page of the book with a special match.

In the fierce firelight, raindrops with a faint fishy smell from outside the window fell on the handwriting [Whispers of the Succubus] on the cover, and were quickly swallowed by the book body.

Su Meiying smiled and said, "Okay, next, we just need to find this embarrassing... lewd little succubus, and we'll be fine."

……

In the bungalow bedroom.

Nanzhou was thinking about whether to stick to it or take the initiative to attack, when he suddenly felt a little weird in his body.

...was very hot.

He raised his hand, trying to undo one of the buttons.

However, as soon as he pulled his shirt, his face turned bright red.

The feeling of the cloth rubbing against his skin seemed to directly rub against an organ in his body, making his legs go limp, and he fell backwards, leaning against the wall.

When his back touched the wall, he felt a numb and sore feeling like an electric shock, which made him stand up straight again, and he was so stiff that he dared not move.

He barely supported his body, and when he was looking down at his bloody palm, he heard Li Yinhang cry out: "Mr. Nan, your face—"

Nan Zhou turned his face to the side: "What's wrong with me?"

——On the half of Nan Zhou's cheek starting from the left eye, there appeared subtle mottled lines.

The top turns and the bottom turns, and the textures are intertwined, forming an extremely ambiguous pattern.

Nan Zhou touched his face.

The moment his fingertips came into contact with the skin, he gasped in discomfort, withdrew his hand, and grabbed Jiang Fang's shoulder who was walking towards him quickly.

His fingers trembled slightly, and the texture of his lips was unclear due to the surging blood.

Jiang Fang walked over his shoulder and found a soft trace along his straight trousers, extruding a few wrinkles.

He shouted at Li Yinhang: "Don't look."

Li Yinhang hurriedly stepped aside, closed his eyes and held his breath to cover his ears, skillfully doing it in one go.

Jiang Fang loosened Nan Zhou's belt with a rustle, and grabbed the strange thing that was wandering around in his trousers——

A... tail.

It is still a pointed tail with a hook, dangling.

The moment his tail was pinched, Nan Zhou exhausted all his strength to swallow an unbearable moan.

He instinctively reached out to comfort her.

Sensing his intention, Jiang Fang suddenly seized his hands, not allowing him to move.

"You can't touch it."

"You feel uncomfortable when you touch your own body now, don't you?"

It was the first time for Nanzhou to experience such a feeling of being grasped by desire in all directions, and he was quite flustered.

He nodded and said honestly: "You hold me like this, I also have... Sexual impulse."

Jiang Fang: "Is that so?"

Nan Zhou nodded again.

The friction of the cloth was enough stimulation for him.

...not to mention you.

Regarding the indescribable changes in Nanzhou's body, Jiang Fang was sure that he must have been affected by some cursed prop.

There was no time to think about how the opponent locked him. Jiang Fang only knew that the current Nanzhou's combat power had been weakened to nothing in a very embarrassing way.

Now if someone attacked them, even a slight movement of Nanzhou could make him limp on the ground.

He decisively tore off his choker, and bound it to Nan Zhou's wrist layer by layer.

Nan Zhou gasped and raised his head to look at Jiang Fang in confusion.

For Nan Zhou, this insignificant shackle could be torn apart with a little effort.

"Don't touch it, and don't break it."

As if guessing what Nan Zhou was thinking, Jiang Fang moved closer to Nan Zhou's ear and whispered softly, "If you break it, I won't be able to replace it. My scars will be seen by everyone."

Nan Zhou: "...you threatened me."

"...It's a last resort."

Jiang Fang coquettishly, rubbed Nan Zhou's forehead again, but accidentally rubbed his ears red: "Be considerate, ah."

Nan Zhou hummed in a low voice, rubbed his legs: "...then what are you going to do?"

"Relax. I'm still here." Jiang Fang took out the playing cards, weighed them twice in his hand, and said relaxedly, "If you are my way forward, I will be your way back."