Forces of Temptation

Seeing that Wei Chenghua was at a disadvantage, the man with replica glasses who had escaped a few steps away hurriedly turned around: "Old Wei!"

Wei Chenghua took a few steps back, panting heavily, the bones in his hand were in sharp pain, and he was trembling beside him like chaff.

The man with glasses turned his eyes, copied two Wei Chenghua out of thin air, blocked the corridor tightly, and blocked Jiangfang's two poker cards for Wei Chenghua again, then hugged Su Meiying and shouted sharply: "Old Wei! !kill me!"

Wei Chenghua paused, and shouted: "Can't you make another copy!"

The man with glasses shook his head: "The copied biological body is fake! I can't copy a real person! I can't give you what you want—"

Wei Chenghua's expression showed unconcealable, embarrassing pain and hatred.

--one person!

Only one person has driven them to such a point!

When he was about to fall, the man with glasses didn't dare to waste any more time, and raised his hand and threw Su Meiying towards Wei Chenghua.

After Wei Chenghua caught her with his injured hand, the short bespectacled man strode back in front of him, raised his hand to grab the big gold chain wrapped around Wei Chenghua's wrist, which seemed vulgar and vulgar.

After weighing the situation in front of him, Wei Chenghua let out a helpless growl.

The gold chain glowed with a false golden light, and if there was a substance, it pierced into the skin of the man with glasses.

The boy with glasses was afraid that he would not let go, so he firmly grasped his wrist.

He wanted to pull out a smile to comfort Wei Chenghua, but the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

His eye sockets sunken rapidly, and the moisture in his skin was drained at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning gray and haggard.

In less than three seconds, the man with glasses willingly turned into a highly dehydrated corpse.

And after throwing down a person who was sucked dry, Wei Chenghua's already strong muscles swelled outward visibly.

His eyes are scarlet, with streaks of purple blood in them, like ferocious bloodthirsty dragon eyes,

Roshan Wei Chenghua let out a roar, and punched two copies of himself that were standing in front of him.

Flesh and blood flew, brains splattered!

However, just behind the flying corpse, it was empty and there was no one there.

Wei Chenghua: "..."

His fist, which was filled with resentment and blood, instantly cooled down.

He sacrificed the life of a teammate, and what he got in return was nothing? !

Wei Chenghua, who was like a trapped animal, walked around the corridor twice, but still couldn't find Jiang Fang.

This strong emotional sludge poured out from the bottom of his heart quickly, blocking every blood vessel in his body.

He slammed his fist against the side wall.

The entire corridor shook violently.

Wei Chenghua let out a low growl several times in order to vent the depression that was stagnating in his chest cavity and was about to boil and cook his internal organs.

After frantically attacking the wall twice, he suddenly heard a weak female voice: "Are you fucking crazy?"

... Su Meiying woke up.

Only then did Wei Chenghua remember his responsibility, he picked up Su Meiying, who had just woken up from a coma and hadn't figured out the situation, without saying a word, and ran away.

Although Su Meiying wakes up and has no impression of Cai Cai, she can see with her eyes.

Ren Liangji with his throat cut open.

The back of the head is pierced, and Ai Shi can become invisible.

Hua Zang, the man with glasses who was sucked into a human.

Her thin and short body shrunk, curled up in Wei Chenghua's arms like a mountain of meat, and the small bells used to decorate her body swayed and swayed, making small chimes.

She lowered her voice and asked, "...how many people?"

Can the encirclement of several people push them to this level?

Wei Chenghua didn't speak.

Su Meiying became angry, and pinched Wei Chenghua's tense shoulder muscles with her sharp nails, causing pain in her hand: "Speak! Are you deaf? Mute?"

Wei Chenghua still ran forward without saying a word, it seemed that he had really lost part of his faculties, no pain, no hearing.

……

At the same time, Jiang Fang, who used the human skin puppet left by Yi Shuige to cooperate with himself and wiped out three people with one person, pushed the "wall" out from a wall.

This is the latest S-level prop they added in the "Colosseum" double match just now.

[Because I bought the copyright, it can be called any door].

A door handle in the shape of Doraemon, as long as it is inserted on the wall, it can open any place like a zipper, opening up a small space of nearly 30 square meters from the void.

There are 6 times left in the number of uses, and the switch will consume times.

Jiang Fang didn't intend to dodge Wei Chenghua's blow.

...if it wasn't for the "sixth sense" cross he was wearing on his chest cracked.

This thing was snatched from the trio in the dungeon of [Sand, Sand, Sand]. It is specially aimed at non-physical monsters, and it will shatter immediately in case of danger.

It shouldn't have appeared in player vs player PvP matches.

The early warning of this thing obviously saved Jiang Fang's life.

He tore off the non-functioning cross, put it in his pocket, and walked slowly towards the three lying corpses in the corridor, squatting down, and inspecting it carefully.

What concerned him the most was the death of the glasses gentleman.

After a simple inspection, Jiang Fang was sure that the Mr. Wei should have the same absorbing prop.

It can quantify the energy in the human body, use it for itself, feed back to the owner of the prop, and achieve the maximum explosion in a short period of time.

I just don't know how long his extreme state will last.

Jiang Fang went to the balloon-like puppet that Yi Shuige left them, and when he put the puppet back into his backpack, he bent down and picked up the paper corner of the book of curses that he had pressed under him.

He pinched the corner of the half-page paper in his palm and frowned slightly.

The new curse is already in effect?

Jiang Fang knew that Nanzhou must be suffering very much now.

The curse item has not been completely destroyed, and it is pinched in the hands of someone like Su Meiying, and I don't know how much he will suffer.

But he also knows that while being tough and crazy, he should also avoid the unstoppable edge in time.

Just now, the shattering of the cross was a warning that he should heed.

Jiang Fang has always been like this.

Even his madness is controlled, he advances and retreats, and he has a purpose.

Now he has to go back to confirm the situation of Nanzhou.

He turned back to the corridor where he was before, and put Doraemon's doorknob on a blank wall.

Click.

After twisting in the void, the wall opened in response.

After opening the wall, his gaze coincided with Li Yinhang who was circling anxiously in the room.

When she saw Jiang Fang coming back, she rushed up to greet her: "Brother Fang, something is wrong with Mr. Nan—"

……

At this time.

In another corner of the bungalow.

Wei Chenghua's horribly swollen muscles have returned to their normal appearance.

But his height is a few millimeters higher than before, and his muscles are more solid.

Obviously, Wei Chenghua was not like this before entering "Gravity".

His muscles, strength, and bravery are all piled up bit by bit with the blood of countless people.

Because at his feet lay two new, unrepentant corpses.

Those were two terrified girls.

The same age as the flowering season, but the years have been drained ahead of time, turning into withered branches, lying on the ground shriveled, waiting to rot.

Wei Chenghua wiped the shining gold chain on his wrist, thoughtfully.

Su Meiying, who has figured out the current situation, has already sent a new round of madness.

Under the violent mood swings and distorted facial muscles, her pink scar that had healed cracked again, and she had to take the hemostatic medicine again.

She contained jelly beans like a bitter medicine that made people sick to the stomach. She twisted her hands tightly together, and her pink hair stuck to her dry and chapped lips, revealing her tension and anxiety at the moment.

Wei Chenghua no longer mentioned the fact that they were almost abused by someone, and wrote lightly: "We shouldn't leave them there."

Su Meiying shook her legs and said nonchalantly, "There's no need to bring their bodies, we don't have enough storage compartments."

"Besides, they will come back sooner or later, and then let them dispose of their own corpses? It's not disgusting enough."

Su Meiying spoke with confidence and arrogance, as if the three dead teammates had already stood in front of them alive.

Of course, there is no dispute.

Wei Chenghua clenched his fist as big as a maraca: "Yes, as long as we win, they can come back."

"...as long as you win."

Su Meiying repeated Wei Chenghua's words.

She said seriously: "We can't miss any of our wishes."

"As long as we 'Zhaohui' wins, we can go back to the normal world to drink beer and eat hot pot. We have countless money, and each of us will share an equal share. And my dad, your mom, four-eyed him Sister, you can also come alive in the real world. We agreed at the beginning, didn't we?"

The five of them have the same goal and the same belief.

Their interests are paramount.

As long as they can live by themselves.

Others can't survive them, they have no ability.

Wei Chenghua lowered his eyes and looked at the two corpses on the ground.

"The old problem of sympathizing with others is committed again?" Su Meiying saw through his mind and sneered, "Of course we have to go back alive, and forget about the others."

Wei Chenghua nodded and agreed: "...If everyone goes back, they will tell those outside about us."

Su Meiying raised her chin proudly, even though her face was so dirty that she couldn't take a closer look at it.

She said viciously and sincerely: "So, we will be the only champions. The only ones who get out alive."

Wei Chenghua: "Yes."

The petite Su Meiying stepped over the two people on the ground, and didn't even bother to give alms to the incompetent loser with a sympathetic look: "Let's go, work."

But her heart is far less relaxed than her words.

She reached into her pocket and gripped the volume of Whispers of the Succubus.

Jiang Fang caused "Zhaohui" to suffer an unprecedented loss, of course she wanted Jiang Fang to make compensation according to the order!

Now that Nan Zhou is in her hands, she can't help herself to get whatever she wants, to rub it round and flatten it!

However, when she opened the booklet, she realized that before she went mad, she had already used the third-ranked powerful curse.

That curse can invalidate all the curses available in her entire book.

In addition to being distressed, Su Meiying also received a little comfort.

After the curse is activated, Nanzhou will completely turn into a monster on the physical level!

However, before she had time to be happy for a while, she realized something was wrong again.

It seems... that curse has not been burned out?

She hurriedly opened it, and found that the other cursed lewd lines were still normal and usable.

But when she tried to reactivate the curse [suffocation experience], the newly torn curse could not exert its due effect.

When this happens, there is only one possibility——

The last curse has not been fully implemented, and the next one cannot be used.

... In short, it's a card bug.

Su Meiying gritted her teeth and called Wei Chenghua who was about to find the next team target: "...Go back!"

Wei Chenghua frowned slightly: "Huh?"

Su Meiying was so angry that her voice became even thinner: "Go back to the place where we met Jiang Fang just now! Hurry up!"

She wanted to get back the curse that hadn't been burned, and after trying to undo it, she would toss Nan Zhou again.

But when he returned to the original place, the corner of the half page had already been taken back by Jiang Fang.

When Su Meiying stomped her feet angrily after searching all over to no avail, she didn't notice at all that a tiny moan leaking from her teeth was leaking from the crack in the wall less than thirty feet away from them.

……

There is a usable area of ​​about 30 square meters in the space. The walls are made of gray and black cement. After the door is closed, there is no natural light source. Only a light bulb tied to a plastic rope is left quietly hanging in the air. .

The furnishings here are rather simple.

A small table, two wooden chairs, and a single bed.

It's like an air-raid shelter built to avoid bombing in the past war years.

Jiang Fang's eyes fell on the only bed in this small space.

The sheets at the foot of the bed were messy, covered with scuff marks, and the fibers were tightly stretched, as if they would break at any moment.

Nanzhou's bare foot was stepping on the hard grid-shaped bed rail at the bottom, his suit pants slid to the knee bend, and his calf muscles bent into an arc that he tried to endure.

One of Nan Zhou's socks had completely fallen off, and the other slipped from his ankle and hung on his tightly buckled toe.

Because Nanjixing does not exist as a teammate, it can enter and exit freely in the storage slot.

It has a playful heart, and when it sees a moving long object, it becomes playful, jumping around to pounce on the sensitive long tail.

The tail was annoyed by its rua, swinging back and forth.

Every time he moved, Nan Zhou's breath choked.

This rhythm of choking and breathing made people feel that Nan Zhou would faint due to overbreathing at any time.

But he is always awake.

Li Yinhang looked at Nan Zhou whose back was facing them on the bed, and his voice almost choked up: "It suddenly became like this—"

——Nan Zhou's snow-white shirt was torn apart by the layers of wings on his back. A pair of tattered succubus wings about half a foot long seemed to have been played with too much, hanging under his delicately curved shoulder blades, slightly Fanning.

Jiang Fang's voice could not hear any emotion: "Yes, I see."

With a crying voice, Li Yinhang said sensiblely, "Do you need me to close my eyes?"

Jiang Fang walked to the side of the bed: "Well, it's hard work."

With his back turned to him, Nan Zhou breathed in and out, the suffocating sense of fragility made Jiang Fang unconsciously hold his breath.

The Adam's apple moved up and down for a while before he remembered to breathe.

Jiang Fang stepped forward.

He noticed that Nan Zhou, who heard the footsteps, arched his waistline vigilantly like a little beast.

Jiang Fang said softly, "It's me."

Only then did Nan Zhou's tightly arched back muscles relax.

Jiang Fang was also able to see the whole picture of Nanzhou clearly.

The buttons on his shirttail were undone.

Beads of sweat hung on his lean, beautiful, sensual lower abdomen, rising and falling clearly with the arc of his breathing.

And on his long and beautiful belly button like a cat's eye, there is a brand new lewd tattoo.

...is a winged devil totem shaped like a male reproductive system.

His tail was a ripe red, and the fine fluff covered it was stained with sweat, making it look a little heavy.

Jiang Fang said, "Teacher Nan—"

As soon as he spoke, Nan Zhou's wings with bone traces suddenly raised his voice, and he hugged Jiang Fangquan into his arms.

Jiang Fang was caught off guard by the embrace, and hurriedly reached out to maintain his balance, but accidentally pressed Nan Zhou's wrist that was firmly bound by his choker.

... He was really obedient and did not break.

With the help of a little light from outside the wings, Jiang Fang saw that his hair was dripping with sweat, and the choker's silver jewelry fell on his messy hair, reflecting fragmented light.

What's more, two small, pointed, red and black horns grew on his forehead.

so cute.

Jiang Fang's heart softened all of a sudden.

Nan Zhou hugged him tightly with his wings. The wings were so sensitive that they couldn't touch each other, so they barely formed a triangle that didn't intersect.

Nan Zhou whispered, "Don't look at me."

Jiang Fang raised his hand to touch his horn, which made Nan Zhou's face change slightly.

The tiny electric current went down that horn and penetrated directly into his brain, which made him go limp all over.

Noticing the change in his expression, Jiang Fang quickly withdrew his hand.

His voice echoed a little in the wings: "Are you uncomfortable?"

After hearing Jiang Fang's words, Nan Zhou had to concentrate again, experience the raging desire in his body, and took two small hissing breaths: "Yes, I can bear it."

Jiang Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

...Fortunately, Nan Zhou has not completely lost his mind.

His eyes aimed at his palm.

There was half a page of cursed props that hadn't been burned.

...Is it because it hasn't been burned yet?

After feeling relieved, Jiang Fang carefully brushed and straightened Nan Zhou's sweaty hair one by one.

It would be nice to make him comfortable even a little bit.

Nan Zhou kept his mouth shut and didn't make any sound.

Jiang Fang laughed and said, "Why do you look like a cat?" Such patience.

"...Hmm." Nanzhou replied softly in his throat, and he glanced out of the corner of his eye, and happened to see the back of Jiang Fang's green and red hands intertwined.

At this moment, his disobedient tail wrapped around Jiang Fang's leg very smoothly, and he pulled: "Are you injured?"

Jiang Fang acted like a baby without any psychological barrier: "It hurts."

Nan Zhou twisted his body, and stared at Jiang Fang with his slightly red eyes affected by the succubus effect.

He moved his uninjured hand, and asked in a low voice nahantically, "...I also hurt. Why?"