Forces of Temptation

Jiang Fang did not give Nan Zhou an answer.

He just wrapped his index finger around his drooping, slightly sweaty hair.

Nanzhou has always been used to self-reliance and rarely relies on others.

Jiang Fang didn't tell him, so he panted, thought to himself, stretched his arms and pulled the bed sheet tightly.

The sound of sheets breaking could not stop coming from under his palms.

Jiang Fang's knees were separated, one leg was pressed between Nan Zhou's legs, the other leg was bent and pressed against his side, and he looked down at him.

The silver hair does not absorb light, and the thin light of the light bulb dyed around him makes him look like some unnamed god.

...looks clean and fragile.

Nan Zhou opened his eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Fang, not showing it on his face, but anxious in his heart.

He was worried that if Jiang Fang like this was put outside, he would be bullied.

But the more anxious he was, the more he wanted to get rid of himself, the more uncomfortable his body felt like it was on fire.

Numerous emotions that made him at a loss and desires that he had never experienced rushed left and right in Nan Zhou's body, and there was nowhere to vent them out.

He raised his head and breathed in ignorance, bearing it all.

He couldn't understand such an impulse, so he kept trying to collect more effective information from himself and Jiang Fang.

However, all rationality is declared invalid in front of the burning body and soul.

Amid the slight ringing in his ears, he heard Jiang Fang ask, "Will you let me go?"

Nan Zhou swallowed and said: "You are here, I can feel more comfortable."

This is the truth.

Someone's body temperature is close to him, and he will feel better.

Just now when Li Yinhang noticed that he had grown wings and tried to get close to him in fear, he also felt that the heat on his body had receded a lot, and even those wings had grown a few inches out of thin air.

But he quickly drove Li Yinhang to the door, not allowing her to approach him.

...Because he prefers that person to be the person in front of him.

In the chaos, Jiang Fang's voice approached his ears accompanied by pretending to be calm.

Because all skin cannot be touched, Nan Zhou's hearing is more sensitive than before.

This allowed him to catch Jiang Fang's voice more clearly.

Including every bit of the ups and downs in his voice, he can hear everything: "Do you want to... be more comfortable?"

Li Yinhang didn't hear the conversation between the two at all.

Those wings seem to have a natural sound-proof sound effect, and they are specially used to serve the succubus' indulgent sensuality.

She only heard a whirring sound, and the tattered bone wings grew out to a size of one foot, reaching the ceiling straight.

She was startled and quickly sat down against the wall.

Nan Jixing, who was crouching comfortably on her shoulders, was also frightened, and jumped down. She arched her back and was about to grin, but Li Yinhang grabbed her back and covered her mouth.

...Her sixth sense told her that the following plot should not be disturbed.

Not everything is as self-conscious as she is, though.

Countless cameras around Nanzhou and Jiangfang rushed here and there like headless chickens, trying to record something from the holes in the bone wings or the joints that were not very close.

But all that was seen was pitch black.

……

In the studio responsible for collecting images, the information flow, which has always been orderly, rarely fell into chaos.

The staff responsible for recording the "Cubic Ark" group are always busy with various emergencies recently.

"...Still can't see it?"

"The bone fibers in the bone wings are blocking it, and the bone feathers hanging down are too dense—you can't see anything."

"Some viewers on the forum are asking if the wings can be made transparent."

"I can't do it, I have tried many times. This is the function of the props, and it is still S-rank. We can't interfere for a while."

"Is there anything you don't want people to see?"

"...Wait, the ratings here have gone up."

"Really! It's really up—"

"Grass, why didn't other people see it grow so much when they were doing it with real knives and guns? Can you just look at the wings?"

"That's not too bad..."

The debate on the other side has nothing to do with Nanzhou and Jiangfang at this time.

In other words, Jiang Fang had expected it long ago.

He didn't want Nanzhou's appearance to be watched by countless pairs of eyes simultaneously, so this problem had to be resolved.

The wings surrounded in a triangle form a small cocoon room full of warmth and comfort.

Closed, safe, and able to clearly receive each other's every breath.

Nan Zhou lay on his back and moved his waist to hide, but Jiang Fang took out the light chain.

He rolled up Nanzhou's suit trousers that had reached the knees.

The material of the suit pants is pure wool worsted, which is extraordinarily smooth and crisp, and piles up to the heels of the legs without hindrance.

It's just that the slight static electricity rubbed against the skin along the way, crisped up to Nan Zhou's waist.

With the help of one or two lines of light under the sieve, the light finger chain bred a thin and thin thread, which bound the thin ring on Nanzhou Chengjin's leg ring, and the other end was tied to the feather tail of the inner wing, Force him to lift his legs high to one side and not close them.

But this seemingly aggressive bullying stopped when the warm breaths of the two were about to intertwine.

Nanzhou knew the reason.

Because he felt the most obvious heat spreading from Jiang Fang's cheeks.

He took advantage of the light to look at Jiang Fang seriously.

The peach blossom-like eyes are red, but they are also very clear in black and white, as if they want to take in all Jiang Fang's next actions and remember them carefully.

Jiang Fang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You...don't look at me like that."

Nan Zhou asked curiously, "Why?"

But he soon woke up.

Jiang Fang has always been shy.

Even though he didn't know what Jiang Fang wanted to do, Nan Zhou still made a considerate concession.

He groped, tore off a piece of fabric from the side of the bed, and raised his slightly trembling hand, trying to cover Jiang Fang's eyes.

However, he also quickly felt that Jiang Fang was also covering his cheeks with a piece of cloth, trying to deprive him of his vision.

When they sensed each other's intentions, their hands paused at the same time.

In the end, it was Nanzhou who suggested: "Together?"

After reaching an agreement, they blocked each other's vision at the same time.

They could only feel each other with their fingertips as they fell into the darkness at the same time.

Invisibly, a bewildered and ambiguous atmosphere gradually spread out.

After confirming that Nan Zhou was lying down, Jiang Fang bent his knees and moved down, bending down willingly.

Nanzhou is like a fine violin.

Jiang Fang's fingertips were the qin bow, and the bow was pressed against the thin strings exuding the scent of rosin. No matter where it was, he could release the melodious bass syllables.

What's more, this time, the bow pressed on the most sensitive D string.

The kind of singing that is covered with a layer of mist and seems to be close but far away can easily resonate with people's hearts.

The skin-to-skin contact between the strings and the bow brings a very clear experience.

Cool cool, scorching hot.

But emotion is just like white phosphorus meeting air, and it ignites with a clatter, casting the originally independent two into a seamless one.

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Fang hid his desire well and never let it out.

Just when the violin was trembling slightly and was about to release the final note, his fingertips also clenched the bed sheet beside him, making the tight bed sheet form a vortex shape that revolved centripetally.

He put his heart that had been hidden for many years into it without hesitation, and let it sink.

After the most extreme madness, he blindfolded and dignifiedly kissed Nan Zhou's ankle with moist lips.

Nan Zhou shivered again, causing the unsteady bed to creak again.

This is Nan Zhou's first attempt to guide this reaction called "reproductive impulse" in his body.

He seemed to have completed a very difficult study, leaning on the pillow, very tired, but his thinking was still very clear and active.

For a few moments, Nan Zhou felt that this scene seemed to have happened before.

... A person knelt in front of him on one knee, wrapped his warm palm up, and commented with a smile: "The size is pretty good."

The tone is relaxed and casual, but the roots of the ears are fiery red.

Nan Zhou wanted to look at that face intently, but he couldn't see clearly no matter what.

This time, it was even more outrageous than that time.

He could hardly bear the urge to pull down the black cloth covering his eyes to see how similar that face was to the face he had lost in memory.

But thinking that Jiang Fang would be shy, he resisted the impulse several times.

Jiang Fang tore off the cloth that covered his eyes, and according to his own understanding of the succubus and the fragmentary information on the curse revealed in the corner of the half-page, he gently applied the transparent water to the beautiful lines on his abdomen. superior.

This should always be the nourishment that the succubus desires.

Jiang Fang's fingertips were hot, the same temperature as his cheeks.

Fortunately, Nanzhou can't see it now.

The lines on his lower abdominal muscles were like ripples stirred by water droplets, trickling into them.

The bright red marks faded a lot, leaving only thin marks that seemed to have been wiped with an eraser.

... On the contrary, it has a different meaning of wanting to talk.

After being appeased, Nan Zhou's succubus state also began to fade away little by little.

First, the small, pointed horns on his forehead were gathered little by little, followed by the bone wings that grew out of his body.

The succubus factor in his body was successfully suppressed.

Before the shelter built by the wings disappeared completely, Jiang Fang quickly took care of himself and Nanzhou.

…and even organized his trousers and socks.

In front of Li Yinhang and the audience outside the dimension, there were still two well-dressed people.

Jiang Fang asked him aloud, "Are you feeling better?"

Nan Zhou was in a daze.

Jiang Fang reached out and tapped his forehead: "Why are you distracted?"

Nan Zhou blinked his eyelashes, then blinked again, before being called back to his soul: "...ah."

Jiang Fang fell in love with his blunt look, and almost couldn't help leaning over to kiss him.

The first question Nan Zhou asked when he came back to his senses was: "Will you do the same thing to your friends?"

As soon as the words came out, Nan Zhou felt that these words were very familiar.

He seemed to have asked the same question to someone, on a similar occasion.

It's just that the slight sense of familiarity was just a little inspiration, which stayed in Nan Zhou's mind for a while, and then it was automatically deleted.

Hearing such a question, Jiang Fang was obviously stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and stared at Nan Zhou, also staring at his own reflection in his eyes.

...he answered the same question.

At that time, Nan Zhou accidentally bumped into a young couple in the team, Huanhao.

He was quite curious and wanted to observe it on the spot, but the blushing man stuffed him with a little yellow book with both pictures and texts, and asked him to study by himself.

Therefore, when Jiang Fang returned to the room, he was lucky enough to see a troublesome cat with its lips pursed, its suit pants taken off, and it was studying between its legs in distress.

After a long headache, Jiang Fang still rolled up his sleeves and conducted a field teaching.

After he finished the construction, Nan Zhou didn't even put on his pants, so he asked him such a question.

Jiang Fang remembered that his original answer was quite casual and relaxed.

"Of course." Jiang Fang said with a smile, "This is how friends should help each other."

But now, Jiang Fang touched Nan Zhou's face, whose skin temperature was gradually dropping, with his thumb that was a little hot.

He is no longer so sensitive.

But Jiang Fang's heart was still sensitive and resistant to "expression" as before.

Even so, he tried his best to face his heart and told the truth: "No. You are the only one."

……

Compared with the short-lived affection and warmth in this small world, the number of surviving 99 players is decreasing sharply.

74.

63.

49.

36.

A considerable part of it was caused by cannibalism.

The situation this time is different from the first time "Zhaohui" used the 99-player tournament for profit.

These players more or less have a certain level of dungeon experience, and also have a certain amount of prop accumulation, which is completely different from those rookie players who were raised by them as soon as they came.

When they truly recognized the fact that the 99ers are endless, they would immediately adjust their countermeasures and fight to the death.

Therefore, the "Zhaohui" after the loss of soldiers and generals is not completely determined to win.

After a brutal killing, Wei Chenghua panted and threw a drained corpse on the ground.

Wei Chenghua's height has been raised by nearly 15 centimeters, and the lines of his muscles are as clear and hard as steel.

Under the nourishment of the opponent's body energy, the hideous bloody mouth on his shoulders and thighs is quickly healing itself.

Su Meiying took a small mirror and compared the scars on her face.

The more she looked at it, the angrier she became, and she threw the mirror back into the storage tank, gnashing her teeth and said, "Why haven't you found someone with the surname Jiang?"

Wei Chenghua patted her on the shoulder to express his relief.

It's just that he looks too much like a muscle monster now, and even his tender movements look creepy.

Wei Chenghua's confidence is getting stronger and stronger now.

His abilities are inherently cumulative.

The more people he kills in a short period of time, the stronger he becomes himself.

The longer Jiang Fang hid, the easier and more miserable his death would be in the end.

He said in a low voice: "Leave them until the end, isn't it good?"

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