Forces of Temptation

With his hands bound in front of his body, Nan Zhou used his body to experience the pain and heat vividly and vividly.

The slight friction of the cloth was too sharp and sharp for him at this time.

He pursed his blood-filled lips until he turned pale, and shook his body slightly, trying to straighten his center of gravity.

Jiang Fang squatted down and tied his dignified suit-style windbreaker around his waist, properly blocking his unresponsive reaction.

Immediately, Jiang Fang said softly, "Be patient."

He supported Nan Zhou's legs and waist, picked him up and put him on the bed.

Even a thin layer of white shirt couldn't hide his rosy skin.

The physical contact made Nan Zhou snort short and hoarsely against Jiang Fang's ear.

This little sound took shape, it was the feathers of thin and fine down, which brushed by Jiang Fang's ears and reached his heart.

Jiang Fang suffocated, and placed Nan Zhou on the bed as fast as he could. Just as he was about to withdraw to calm his mind, he almost fell on Nan Zhou.

He put his hands on Nan Zhou's ears, and looked back at his waist.

The soft black thin tail wrapped around his waist tightly, and the end of the tail was pressed against his waist, patting and patting.

A few hits touched Jiang Fang's buttocks.

Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou whose face was blushing, and said with a helpless smile, "... I don't care."

Nan Zhou tried hard to control the tail that grew from the base of his tailbone.

...attempts to no avail.

Nanzhou announced softly: "It doesn't listen to me."

Helpless, Jiang Fang had no choice but to hold its tip and untie it from his body bit by bit.

Nan Zhou grasped the restraints on his wrists with both hands, pressed his knuckles against the cortex, closed his eyes and endured, forcibly controlling himself not to destroy Jiang Fang's choker.

... Serious enough to make people want to kiss him.

Nanzhou's tail seemed reluctant to get off Jiang Fang's body, twisting it restlessly to express protest.

Finally, the tail hooked into a small heart shape.

Jiang Fang guessed that the tail was probably a materialization of Nan Zhou's inner desires.

But he didn't intend to tell Nan Zhou.

In order not to be overwhelmed by his straight ball at that time.

...Jiang Fang has learned to dodge the ball strategically through the accumulation of experience.

Finally freed from the shackles of his tail, Jiang Fang looked up at Nan Zhou's tightly closed eyelashes that trembled slightly, and patted Nan Zhou's buttocks quite naturally.

... Nan Zhou had to open one eye to look at him after the filming.

Compared with his rare strong and vulgar movements, Jiang Fang's voice was still warm and gentle.

"Focus on me." Jiang Fang reminded him, "You have to think about me."

Nan Zhou replied briefly: "I've been thinking about it."

It was indeed the answer to a tempting kiss.

This is Nanzhou's style, he always gives such honest and touching answers.

Jiang Fang had retreated, evaded, and denied again and again, but this time, Jiang Fang completely followed his heart, mustered up his courage, and lowered his head to kiss his sweaty hair.

Hair is the end of the tip, without nerves.

But it can also be a medium for conveying feelings.

After setting up the Nanzhou boat, Jiang Fang turned his back on it.

The gentleness when facing Nanzhou has completely disappeared when her back is turned to him.

Jiang Fang walked up to Li Yinhang, put the dagger sheath on her shoulder, and tapped her lightly.

He asked Li Yinhang: "Do you know how to use it?"

Li Yinhang broke out in a cold sweat, his hair stuck to his forehead, looking a bit embarrassed.

She tried her best to speak clearly: "I know. Stab anyone."

Jiang Fang glanced at her and nodded approvingly.

Her mentality is correct.

In contrast, most players who are about to enter the field do not have such awareness.

They've already messed up.

After all, they just entered the "Colosseum" and wanted to gamble on whether they could kill Nan Zhou in the single or team competition. Even if they couldn't, under the protection of the rules of the "Colosseum", they still had basic life safety guarantees. .

99% of people don't want to gamble their lives at all.

The sudden mutation suddenly pulled them into an unexpected battlefield of life and death.

Survival or not can only be confirmed step by step by stepping on the corpses and blood of countless people, and it is a strange thing if the mentality does not collapse.

They panicked completely.

A small group of people rushed out of the hiding place with weapons and props, wanting to take the upper hand and take the initiative in the battle, but because they were too reckless, it was easy for both sides to be wounded in hand-to-hand combat, and each other fell into a pool of blood and groaned.

When the snipe and the clam are bitten bloody, it is a chance for the fisherman to profit.

After most of the people figured out the situation, they quietly found a corner and hid, wanting to wait until the massacre was over before they came out to act as fishermen.

But they forgot that they are not rabbits and do not have three caves.

Once you choose to give up the initiative and block yourself in a certain room, you are looking for a dead end.

For example, now, a line of poisonous gas is continuously pouring into a closed room along the keyhole.

The iron gate was bolted from the outside.

There were constant coughing, cries for help, vomiting blood, and the creepy rustling of fingernails scratching the door from the room.

"Zhaohui" turned a blind eye to this.

Soon, there was no movement in the room.

The young man with a spider tattoo on his face pulled out the tube-shaped fingertip that can vaporize spider venom from the keyhole, and turned around with a smile and asked, "How many times is this?"

"Listen to the voice, there are at least four people inside." Su Meiying brushed her pink hair, "There are 85 people left."

The other teammate was two meters tall, burly and strong, like a mountain of meat. The mineral water bottle was in his palm the size of a cattail fan, which looked a whole size smaller than a normal bottle.

He squeezed the empty mineral water bottle and threw it aside casually: "Unfortunately, I haven't met Nanzhou and the others yet."

The goal of "Zhaohui" has always been "Cubic Ark".

As long as they are dealt with, then they really have nothing to worry about.

Compared to Roshan's anxiety, Su Meiying's attitude is quite generous: "What's the rush?"

She stroked "The Whispers of the Succubus" in her hand, quite proud of it.

"Nan Zhou's autograph is so easy to use. This is a very advanced sacrifice, much more useful than those hair and nails. ——There are also many ways to unlock it, even the 'over-sensitive' All levels of curses can be unlocked."

She said to herself: "Unfortunately, if you have a higher-level sacrifice, you can unlock the 'absolute obedience' skill, let him do anything. 'The Attraction of Succubus' is also good, it can make all the players here Everyone is crazy about him, approaching him actively, defile him—”

Roshan interrupted: "Flesh and blood are hard to find."

Su Meiying cast her eyes indifferently: "I've said it all, what's the rush."

"When we find him, in his state, can he still attack us? At that time, he will have as much flesh and blood as he wants. I will let him hand over all the props he won to us obediently." hand."

"He's not alone," said Spider-Man.

Su Meiying covered her mouth with a smile and said, "After breaking a Nanzhou boat, what else do they have? Two human teammates?"

She analyzed rationally: "With such a non-human being, they must have had a particularly easy time in the previous levels. At that time, let them spit out all the benefits."

As she spoke, she smiled and looked at her teammates: "Even if you get something that doesn't belong to you, it doesn't belong to them."

"Give him a little more leverage?"

Su Meiying held "The Whispers of the Succubus" and talked to herself while walking.

"Should we add 'resonance' or 'suffocating experience'?"

When a group of people turned a corner in a corridor, Su Meiying glanced at it from the corner of her eye, and her eyes lit up.

She blocked Roshan who was about to expose her target with one hand, and forcibly retreated to the corner.

She carefully poked her head out from the corner, and found a tall beauty with silver hair and scorpion braids squatting beside the corpse of a female player with her back to them.

Su Meiying looked happy, and turned her head to confirm with her teammates: "Is there a silver-haired Russian with Nanzhou? Or a Ukrainian?"

Jiang Fang's features were too obvious, even better than Nan Zhou with black hair and black eyes.

After quickly confirming Jiang Fang's identity to her teammates, Su Meiying quickly tore off her pink wig, blinked hard, and forced herself to shed tears.

Messy black hair, slightly washed-out makeup, and an aggrieved look with tears in her eyelashes made her look charming and charming.

She used a B-level prop [Silent Step], walked back a little without a sound, and then removed the effect of the prop, and then used a C-level prop [Stuntman's Makeup Effect] to make one of her faces look better Looks bruised.

She pretended to come from somewhere quickly, and stepped on the floor to make a creaking sound.

Su Meiying ran all the way to the corridor where Jiang Fang was, as if seeing him for the first time, she screamed and stopped abruptly.

The reason why Su Meiying dared to approach Jiang Fang was also because she observed the situation of the pursuit battle so far.

So far, "Cube Ark" has not killed any player within the scope of its ability.

In this life-and-death battle, compassion is only possessed by the strong and fools.

When the strong are no longer strong, compassion can only hold back.

She has always liked the mercy of others, because it can greatly fulfill her own.

Jiang Fang also turned around when he heard footsteps behind him.

Su Meiying was taken aback by her impeccably handsome face, and actually felt some regrets about "it's a pity to die".

But this did not delay her from continuing her drama.

Su Meiying was trembling, her eyes couldn't help glancing at the woman who was lying on the ground, she was as weak and bully as a little white rabbit.

She asked Ai Ai periodically: "You, I..."

Jiang Fang pointed to the woman lying on the ground: "Do you recognize her?"

Su Meiying didn't know who the strange female player was on the ground.

Just a commonplace unlucky guy.

But Su Meiying immediately took over the scene.

Tears welled up in her eyes: "She is... my sister... the only one I can rely on..."

She was like a pure idiot, a drowning person who saw a life-saving straw, and she approached Jiang Fang helplessly under the influence of "out of control emotions".

"Help me...help me."

"I want to live, let me be with you, okay? I only have one person, I have nothing else to rely on, I want to live—ah!!"

Su Meiying felt a sharp pain on her face.

The severe pain from the severed nerve made her forget the role she was playing. She let out a short scream and stepped back hastily, covering her face.

Trembling, she put her hand down and looked, only to see that her hand was covered with blood, winding around along the lines of her palm.

Warm blood gurgled straight into her neck, and the gash was deep enough to see the bones. I'm afraid this face is also useless.

There is no one who doesn't cherish his own face, let alone Su Meiying, who has always relied on her beauty.

She instantly made a hideous face: "You—"

A black clown card, stained with the blood on Su Meiying's face, disappeared from Jiang Fang's fingertips.

"The injury is too fake." Jiang Fang said gently, "Let me help you deepen it, okay?"

Su Meiying was dumbfounded.

……How is this possible? ?

The wounds on her face and body were made by system props, they couldn't be more realistic!

How could Jiang Fang see it?

Su Meiying suppressed her anger, covered her face, and weakly wanted to continue the play: "Why do you..."

Jiang Fang glanced at her, then lowered his head, looked at the person lying on the ground, and said affectionately, "Yinhang, do you recognize her? This lady said you are her only support."

Su Meiying: "..."

Li Yinhang, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, opened his eyes, looked up at her, and dutifully closed his eyes.

Su Meiying's expression changed drastically.

fishing? !

I, who has always been good at fishing, was actually caught as a fish?

But she knows even more that the current situation is a great disadvantage to her!

run!

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