Forces of Temptation

Nan Zhou wanted to say something, but finally did not refute.

He only pinched the tip of his happy tail and wrapped it around his waist wholeheartedly.

Jiang Fang's attitude was quite gentle, and he delivered each sentence with a very provocative tone, but it happened to be surprisingly ironic.

He moistened things and silently implanted his views into the heads of the two young lovers who had fallen into a desperate situation.

——Why are you still struggling?

The world after death is peaceful and serene. Compared with the daily despair, anxiety, and torment now, it is simply the Garden of Eden for the soul.

They just need to wait there for a while, and they can go back to the normal world.

Until then, they just need to hand over their props to themselves, like handing over the torch of life to their successors.

Because, now, apart from the three of them, Chen Sisi and the others no longer have anyone they can trust.

He even lightly erased the fact that "they can still resist", silently dispelling all their fighting spirit.

Even Li Yinhang felt that their death in situ had become a very meaningful event.

Five minutes later, the "Cube Ark" walked out from the closed door.

Two men and women who cuddled each other and looked as calm as if they were asleep were placed side by side on the bed.

The number of survivors on the page has been reduced to 30.

And they got 3 S-level items, 10 A-level items, and 15 B-level items.

Such a fruitful robbery, even Li Yinhang felt that he walked like a villain.

However, if this kind of speech therapy + hospice care is really useful...

The small calculation in Li Yinhang's heart was ready to move again: "When we catch people in the future, just persuade them like this, will we be able to get more props?"

Jiang Fang smiled and shook his head.

Jiang Fang understood the principle of adapting measures to local and time conditions.

Two people are relatively easy to persuade.

To be precise, it is better to brainwash.

On the one hand, their lives were already in Nanzhou's hands, and there was obviously only one way to go, so there was still room for negotiation.

On the other hand, it is also a very important aspect.

Chen Sisi and the others are only two of them.

The smaller the number of people, the fewer people can communicate and exchange opinions, and the easier it is to be induced into Jiang Fang's predetermined closed-circuit thinking.

Once there are more than two people on the other side, opinions will easily diverge, and the room for persuasion will be infinitely close to zero.

When Jiang Fang gave Li Yinhang a little psychological class, Nan Zhou looked at his palm and remained silent.

Noticing Nanzhou's expression, Li Yinhang pursed his lips.

She thought, Nan Zhou might not feel well in his heart.

Anyway, the players he killed before can be resurrected.

Under the competition system where the resurrection mechanism cannot work, he just ended two real lives.

She was thinking of words to comfort Nan Zhou, for example, they would definitely keep their promise, and it was not a lie, when she saw Nan Zhou's tail lifted up, hooked Jiang Fang's sleeve, and pulled it down lightly.

"What is a lover?" Nan Zhou asked Jiang Fang, "Does it mean 'loved person'?"

Li Yinhang: "..." She didn't need to worry about this kind of leisure.

Just now, Jiang Fang, who was talking and laughing calmly and bewitching people's hearts, turned red at this moment.

His voice was soft: "That's our relationship."

After being supplemented with new knowledge, Nan Zhou suddenly said: "...ah."

Jiang Fang laughed, blushing slightly, grabbed the tip of Nan Zhou's thickly fluffy tail, and squeezed it punishingly: "'Ah', does it mean to think about it, or to agree?"

Nan Zhou thought about it for a while.

According to the information obtained from the previous dungeon [Brain Invasion], Brother Fang had a first love.

The meaning of first love, as the name implies, is the first person he likes very much.

Maybe it was his mom, or a kindergarten teacher who gave him sugar.

Now he wants to be his lover again.

It doesn't matter.

I like him anyway.

But brother Fang has already kissed himself, his face and mouth too.

He had just kissed his own there, completing a one-sided helping activity that made him very comfortable.

Can lovers do these things too?

After a careful calculation of the formula of interpersonal relationship, Nan Zhou frowned.

... He is unworthy.

Noticing the change in Nan Zhou's expression, Jiang Fang lowered his head and smiled softly.

Sure enough, Nan Zhou asked, "Don't you want me to be your friend?"

Before Jiang Fang could lose his heart, Nan Zhou added the next sentence in disappointment.

"Why just lovers?"

Jiang Fang: "..."

He used to have a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Now, he finally caught the source of this strangeness.

——Nanzhou's definition of "friend" seems to be different from that of normal people.

All kinds of details about getting along with Nan Zhou in the past jumped into his mind uncontrollably, making Jiang Fang's heart bitter and sweet.

He faintly realized that his past self seemed to have dug a huge hole for his present self.

But about him and his past, Nan Zhou obviously forgot everything.

Why does he remember the definition of "friend" so clearly?

Jiang Fang asked him tentatively, "Mr. Nan, what do you think a friend is?"

Nan Zhou thought for a while, and just as he was about to answer, he saw a strange light in Jiang Fang's eyes.

Nan Zhou reacted like lightning, just about to push Jiang Fang, but Jiang Fang's reflexes were not inferior.

The two of them grabbed each other's clothes by coincidence, helped each other protect his heart, and rolled into the door of one side of the room together.

Nanzhou didn't forget to drag Li Yinhang, who was obediently standing aside as the background board, in.

When Li Yinhang, who hadn't realized what happened, hit the cold floor with his back, she watched helplessly as a flame wrapped in intense heat swept across the air from outside the house.

The target is where the three of them stood just now.

The orange-red tongue of fire licked to the outside of the wall, and within a moment, Li Yinhang watched the inner wall reveal the texture of glass little by little.

The heat of the flame reached a thousand degrees, and within a few seconds, it turned the room into a deadly steamer.

When the heat wave that was enough to melt people hit, Jiang Fang threw Doraemon's handle to one side of the wall.

A door swung open.

Nan Zhou pulled one with each hand and rushed towards the door.

Jiang Fang didn't forget to wrap Nan Zhou's obstructive tail around his palm, so as not to trip him.

After escaping into the safe house, there were two layers of wall isolation, and the heat dropped sharply.

This level of destructive weapons cannot be maintained for a long time.

Nan Zhou supported the wall of the safe house on the side of the corridor with one hand, and found that the temperature of the wall was rapidly fading.

Nan Zhou stopped Jiang Fang who wanted to open the door with the doorknob: "No, it's a waste."

Jiang Fang: "I just..."

Before Jiang Fang finished speaking, Nan Zhou touched the wall with his other hand, found the joint between the wall bricks, and punched the wall with a loud bang.

Dusty.

Shrouded in the dusty walls, Jiang Fang narrowed his eyes and looked at the corridor that opened towards them. Facing the cold wind blowing into the wall, Jiang Fang reluctantly added the second half of the sentence: "...I am worried about your hands."

Li Yinhang: "..."

There was only one thought in her mind.

Good guy, the cat is getting more proficient at demolition.

Nan Zhou got out neatly.

But he would always forget that in the semi-succubus state, he was still dragging a tail.

The pointed tail stayed inside the wall, swaying like a sunflower facing Jiang Fang, very cute.

Nan Zhou, who accidentally dropped his tail into the wall, looked around carefully.

Not only are the attackers vicious, but the angle of the spray is also extremely paradoxical.

——From the tragic burn marks left by the flame on the wall, if we trace the source all the way, we can find that the flame turned in the air at an unimaginable angle that could dance on Newton's coffin board, and shot out from another corridor Come.

The opponent was also very cautious, and if he failed to hit, he turned around and retreated.

Players who are reckless and impulsive but do not have the corresponding strength, players who can't recognize reality, and players who still have the illusion of luck, players who have empty props but can't use them rationally, players who are soft-hearted and deceived, are all among the 70 dead .

The 30 people who have gone through thousands of rounds and are still alive are not so easy to deal with.

Nobody wants to die here.

Everyone thinks they can be the final winner.

What's more, after the initial panic period, they paid attention to a more valuable thing.

——They were also thinking about the high bounty that Nan Zhou carried.

Having seen Nanzhou's ability in the individual and team competitions, some people are very soberly aware that if they cooperate with Nanzhou and the others, they may be picked by others, or they may be the lucky one; Sooner or later, none of them died in the internal conflict, and they were picked by Nan Zhou as peaches.

Therefore, after discussing with each other, 20 people quietly formed a temporary covenant.

The goal is simple.

First unanimously kill Nan Zhou, and then decide the outcome.

This is a good thing to give it a go and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.

Fang Yongnian, the player holding a quantum positioning flamethrower, is also one of them.

He didn't expect that this shuttle could really send Nan Zhou, the paper boss, to the crematorium.

He was given only one official task.

—Try to hook Nanzhou over.

Hearing the quick footsteps behind him, Fang Yongnian was overjoyed.

Become!

There is only one corridor, about 30 meters away, from the place where everyone set up the net!

He is a second-level national sprinter, so it is perfect to send him to do this task.

Just turn the corner in front of you——

He has plenty of confidence because the props held by his teammates are quite strong.

It is very likely that Nan Zhou's head will fall into their hands...

As he ran, he couldn't restrain the joy at the corner of his mouth, his mouth almost reached the ears.

Adrenaline rushed to his head, and the blood flowed in his ears, even covering the sound of some approaching footsteps.

Fang Yongnian, who was in ecstasy and excitement, suddenly felt a tightness in the top of his head.

A slender hand used the top of his head as a point of strength, straightened his waist, turned over and jumped in front of him.

……Varied--?

Seeing Nan Zhou's pretty face clearly, his face turned green and red, but his reaction speed was not too weak.

He gathered all his strength and let out a roar, and the life-saving talisman tightly held in his other hand glowed with dazzling brilliance.

Under the action of the S-level item card of "The Most Glorious Worker", his muscular arms condensed into steel with sharp curves, and he swung fiercely towards Nanzhou's face!

He gritted his teeth and let out a low growl: "Go to hell!"

Amidst his thunderous and imposing anger, Nan Zhou dodged his head, easily bypassed the edge of his fist, slapped him in the face with his backhand, and scraped him directly against the wall.

Seven or eight of Fang Yongnian's ribs were broken in an instant, and he was lying on the ground and couldn't get up.

Nan Zhou looked at the people moaning in pain on the ground, looked at his palm, and sighed again.

Hands are heavy.

Humans are really fragile creatures.

Nan Zhou squatted in front of him: "Where are you going?"

Fang Yongnian looked at him in fear. Due to excessive muscle tension, a large amount of lactic acid was secreted, coupled with the severe pain of broken bones, the stimulation made him numb and unable to move. Even the muscles at the base of his tongue trembled, and he could only scream. The saliva sound of "woo woo".

Thirty meters away, the other dozen allied players who had prepared a dozen props and confidently waited to grab the head tapped their toes on the ground, sweating profusely from nervousness.

...This is too fucking embarrassing!

Nan Zhou stared at Fang Yongnian, who was seriously injured on the ground, and suddenly said, "One."

Other players: "?"

Nanzhou: "Two."

The allied players looked at each other, mouthing their doubts.

"What is he doing?"

"I do not know……"

Nan Zhou: "...five, seven, eleven."

As the tide of his counting data rose, the allied players finally reacted.

The moment they reacted, their mentality exploded.

Nan Zhou... actually counted the number of people they ambush from a long distance?

Every time he counted a number, their hairs stood up in salute.

Nan Zhou wouldn't kill him directly, would he? !

When the allied players were hesitating whether they should hurry up and run away, they saw Nan Zhou stand up in front of Fang Yongnian who was limp on the ground like mud.

Allied players' blood flowed backwards, their heartbeats became unbalanced, and they retreated into the darkness like a group of lemmings.

More than a dozen hearts were crowded together and beating wildly, which was quite lively.

Immediately afterwards, they saw Nan Zhou raise his long legs, turn around and run.

Alliance players: "..."

Ah? ?

Allied players woke up like a dream.

After thinking about it, they wanted to slap themselves a few times in order to miss the opportunity.

Damn it!Isn't there only one person in Nanzhou?

He was obviously scared!

Thinking of how they were trembling with fright at Nanzhou's head nod just now, a group of players suddenly felt humiliated, angry from their hearts, got out of the hiding place, and rushed towards Nanzhou together.

kill him!

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Nanzhou: If you can't fight, why can't you run?