Forces of Temptation

It seemed that Jiang Fang was not very angry.

He was very pleasant, even when his eyes touched Nan Zhou's wound oozing blood down his shoulder blades, his breathing rhythm remained at least steady.

It's just that Nan Jixing, who was squatting in his pocket, seemed to have sensed something, and ran away from him as if fleeing for his life, and jumped straight onto Li Yinhang's shoulder.

Su Meiying moved away in panic.

When she barely stood firm, the residual heat exhaled from Jiangfang just now made her tremble all over.

She touched Touhan's neck, and her calf turned slightly.

When did he get close to him?

This is simply not possible!

Although Su Meiying's force value is nothing in "Zhaohui", her reaction ability is not bad, and her various functions are also blessed by props, which is far beyond ordinary people.

It is impossible for her to be ignorant of being so close to her!

Didn't the information say that Nan Zhou is a monster and Jiang Fang is a human? !

On the other side, at the end of the battle, someone changed.

Wei Chenghua sensed the threat of death.

When the cloud of dying and the desire to survive enveloped his whole body, his muscles swelled to a more terrifying scale.

Nan Zhou strangled his wrist with all his strength, his face extremely calm.

Wei Chenghua, who was forced to fight against trapped beasts, roared and threw Nanzhou against the wall again and again, trying to get rid of his control.

Taking Nanzhou's body as the axis, countless winding cracks opened up on all sides of the wall.

Nan Zhou didn't say a word, but grabbed his wrist wholeheartedly.

Li Yinhang's blood and anger were aroused by the violent smashing sound.

She trotted around from behind Jiang Fang, picked up the dagger, and while Wei Chenghua was concentrating all his energy on throwing off the Nanzhou boat, she held the dead dagger in her sweaty palm, jumped up, and stabbed him in the back!

In this strike, she exhausted all her strength.

But she was a novice sneak attack after all, she jumped a bit higher, and her target also deviated a lot.

The tip of the dagger seemed to be pierced on the steel, and Li Yinhang's arm went numb from the shock. The sharp tip of the dagger slipped into the trapezius muscle, and was clamped tightly by Wei Chenghua's tense muscles.

... Li Yinhang was suspended in mid-air just like that.

Chiyuan became a little awkward for a while.

She twitched fiercely between her brows, but she decided to go all out.

She didn't let go, but borrowed the strength of the dagger hilt locked in his muscles, stepped on the muscles of his waist, jumped up, and used another ordinary dagger to stab Wei Chenghua's eyes directly from behind.

She couldn't believe it, how could this person's eyes be made of iron balls? !

Wei Chenghua let out a mournful howl, and tears of blood rolled down from his eyes, which were mostly inserted with a dagger.

However, Li Yinhang still kept things simple.

She didn't understand Jiang Fang's intention of not coming to help Nanzhou encircle Wei Chenghua.

The pain didn't make Wei Chenghua sluggish, on the contrary, it aroused his madness even more.

He hissed and howled, and suddenly shook Li Yinhang to the ground.

Facing Nanzhou, he opened a coffin-shaped mouth stretched wide like a black mamba snake.

It seemed that he wanted to tear Nan Zhou's head off!

Jiang Fang stared at Su Meiying dead and remained motionless.

Su Meiying was extremely anxious.

She didn't know that Wei Chenghua did this, on the one hand, to survive, and on the other hand, he wanted the three people present to turn their attacks on him.

...He also wanted to give her a way out...

With tears in her eyes, Su Meiying swallowed the sourness in her mouth, and tried her best to say in a mocking and vicious tone: "Your lover is going to die."

Jiang Fang's eyes under the plain mirror were indifferent, and seemed to have no emotion: "You too."

At the other end, Wei Chenghua's mouth actually became his end.

His head had already expanded to the extreme, and his face was swollen all the way to a thick purple, and because of the excessive pulling, the muscles and skin showed a dense, over-tight white.

Like strands of jaggery being pulled out of a white substance.

The moment he opened his mouth, a critical point that his body was struggling to maintain suddenly collapsed.

snap.

His highly deformed head finally burst open like a watermelon.

His giant tower-like figure swayed back and forth, and then fell backwards with a bang.

Countless souls escaped from this body, like scattered fireflies, without any support, most of them flew out of the window one by one.

And the energy that was pumped away from Nan Zhou's body was attached back to the surviving Nan Zhou in a large amount.

They were shaped like butterflies, flapping their wings, and perched on his bloodstained lips, on his wounds, and on the hem of his torn clothes.

Nan Zhou fell to the ground together with Wei Chenghua, who had only his torso left.

Li Yinhang, who was thrown so badly, managed to get up from the ground. Regardless of the filth sprayed on his body, he hurriedly approached him, wanting to check his injuries: "Teacher Nan?!——"

Li Yinhang was taken aback when his eyes met Nan Zhou's.

Suffering such strong repeated impacts, Li Yinhang thought he would fall into a coma.

But Nan Zhou still had his eyes open, and seemed to be more awake than Li Yinhang.

He calmly raised his uninjured arm, and wiped away the mottled blood on his face.

Only at this time, his calmness gave him a chilling sense of inhumanity.

Seeing that Wei Chenghua was powerless, Su Meiying knew that the situation was over.

She ended the confrontation with Jiang Fang, quickly backed up, broke the glass behind her, and fell backwards to the bottom of the abyss.

When the height of the fall reached ten meters, a hang glider suddenly appeared from behind her, sending her upwind to a window of a bungalow a hundred meters away from them.

Seeing that she had escaped, Li Yinhang rushed to the window, filled his backpack to find if they had long-range attack weapons that could shoot her down.

...Unfortunately, the search was fruitless.

Seeing Su Meiying escape like this, she was very annoyed: "Just let her go like this?"

She thought Jiang Fang had someone behind him!

Nanzhou didn't know when he also came to the window and looked out: "Don't we also have wings?"

Li Yinhang turned to look at him: "..."

Brother, can you have the reaction of a normal wounded patient who just narrowly escaped death?

Jiang Fang took off his glasses and gently wiped them twice with a cleaning cloth.

"It doesn't matter anymore," he said.

"They are all dead, and death is the most important thing, so don't bother."

Nan Zhou was curious: "Why do you say that?"

Jiang Fang didn't answer, but put on his glasses again, and said gently, "Let me see you."

He has been so indifferent since just now, he doesn't seem to be very angry.

So Nan Zhou let him approach him at ease, and let Jiang Fang unbutton his increasingly tattered suit jacket, and openly exposed his wounds in front of his eyes.

Fortunately, Su Meiying, who had collected her own blood just now, had canceled the curse of the succubus.

Before the new curse was issued, all the wings on his back disappeared, and the horns on his head and the tail that got in the way also collapsed.

Under Su Meiying's counter-assist, the negative states such as fatigue, heat, and weakness that plagued Nanzhou were swept away.

In contrast, even the wound on the shoulder didn't hurt so much.

Nan Zhou sat cross-legged, and even Xianxin asked calmly, "How do you know I'm here?"

He just ran a long way after chasing the encircled players who were fleeing.

Jiang Fang looked at his wound, as if a thin layer of frost and snow had fallen on his brows and eyes.

He looked there for a moment and said softly, "Glasses."

Nan Zhou raised his hand and touched the thin and delicate spectacle frame curiously.

Li Yinhang didn't care about his sore shoulder from the fall, and hurriedly took out the wound medicine from his warehouse, explaining: "The glasses have a predictive function. As soon as Brother Fang got it, he went to see your situation and status, and immediately coming."

She didn't say that if she hadn't practiced long-distance running, she might have been thrown away by Jiang Fang.

Nan Zhou let out an "ah" and wanted to ask something, when Jiang Fang embraced him.

Jiang Fang said, "Teacher Nan, you scared me."

His voice was extremely soft, as soft as a gentle whisper.

Nan Zhou's skin was translucently white, as if it was about to turn into a ray of skylight and merge with the air.

Jiang Fang hugged him like a lonely soul.

Jiang Fang asked seriously: "What should I do if something happens to you?"

"Don't be afraid." Nan Zhou couldn't understand too complicated emotions, looked up at him, and analyzed his plan with him, "Wei Chenghua wants to absorb my energy, and I am sure to take Wei Chenghua away before I die. The difference is nothing more than death. As long as he is dead, with you and Nanjixing, there should be no problem in winning. At that time, the rules will revive me."

Jiang Fang lowered his head and smiled very quickly.

"Why do you listen to the rules?" He spoke softly and slowly, "I want you to live so you won't die."

It was so on the surface, but only he knew how the monster in Jiang Fang's body was rampaging.

When he saw Nan Zhou's shoulder was pierced through the glasses, the pain pierced through his heart.

It was still in sharp pain, so painful that it almost drove him crazy.

If it wasn't for the way Nan Zhou looked at him, pinching the monster in his body again and again, he doesn't know what he would do.

Jiang Fang hugged the weak Nan Zhou with one arm, and poured the quick-healing medicine powder on Nan Zhou's shoulder with the other hand, and said with a tolerant smile; "However, our Teacher Nan's plan has always been very good. What do you want to do, I will Everyone deserves support, right?"

Nan Zhou blinked, and finally heard something else in his voice.

He raised his eyes and saw Jiang Fang's gentle smile.

The medicine powder that fell on his shoulders was even and fine, and he wiped it away little by little.

His technique was so comfortable that he didn't even feel too much pain.

But when Nan Zhou turned his head and looked at Jiang Fang's hand propped on the floor behind him, he found that it was trembling nervously.

He concentrated and compressed all the madness in his body in that hand.

He forced himself not to go crazy.

Noticing where his gaze was coming from, Jiang Fang gently pinched his chin with a hand that was scented with medicine, and turned his face away: "Don't look."

Jiangfang is a fire burning in a box.

He inherited the bad love maniac patient gene.

He has always hated his love supremacy that most likely originated from his mother. He has been burned by his mother, so he is even more unwilling to burn Nan Zhou, and he does not want him to know his madness.

He wished that Nanzhou could be locked up and no one would be allowed to touch or hurt him.

But he's struggling with his own desire to control, so he can only pretend to be a gentleman.

He emphasized gently, "Don't look."

Nan Zhou sensed his thoughts, nodded, and changed the subject: "What do you mean she died?"

Jiang Fang said, "literally."

He didn't want to talk about his madness, so he started a new topic: "Do you think that the team 'Zhaohui' is a bit strange?"

After killing the three members of "Zhaohui", Jiang Fang discovered a problem.

They seem too weak.

This kind of "weakness" is not commensurate with their second-ranked score in the team competition.

Nan Zhou slightly raised his eyebrows.

He felt the same way.

The strength of "Zhaohui" is actually superior to most players. This is of course related to their bloody primitive accumulation, but when they really confront them head-on, their strategies do not appear to be so superior.

Even Wei Chenghua, who has a brain, seems to be unable to support their current achievements with his few brain cells.

……

Su Meiying fled like a pink moth, smashed the glass at one end, and rolled into the corridor of the bungalow with stubbles of broken glass all over her head and face.

As soon as she stabilized her figure, she hastily took out an S-rank item from her pocket.

[One-click help for audience outside the stadium].

She tapped the red button, calling the "spectators" on the other end.

With each click, one of the precious items in her warehouse will disappear randomly.

Some are S-level items, and some are C-level items.

But the red button was always dim, without any brilliance, echoing her cry for help.

Seeing that she was the only one left alive, Su Meiying was so anxious that she was sweating profusely. She didn't care about her face, and hurriedly opened the World Channel.

Everyone in the World Channel has been paying close attention to the 99ers.

They can't see the live broadcast, and can only judge the current progress of the game based on the numbers that are constantly regressing.

In order to avoid missing the system reminder, no one has spoken in the channel for a long time.

People in the 99-player game are busy living and dying, except for some players who leave their last words in despair, there are very few speakers.

Therefore, when a sentence from Su Meiying jumped into the world channel, all the people who followed the matter saw it almost immediately.

【Zhaohui-Su Meiying】SOS!

The same question that popped up in everyone's mind: Is there something wrong?

Is this Su Meiying?That extremely arrogant Su Meiying?

She was beaten and called SOS?

As for "Bronze", who has also been paying close attention to this sudden chaos, Zhou Ao, the deputy captain who has always been reticent, asked He Yinchuan a key question: "...Who is she asking for help?"

Even if she ruined the forceful style and personality that she had finally established in front of all players, the "off-site help audience" she cared about never gave her the slightest guidance.

Su Meiying gritted her teeth and scratched her pink hair irritably.

But in the depths of her hair, there seemed to be a tangled hair mass, which couldn't be straightened out no matter what.

She was so impatient that she almost pulled her hair out.

But she didn't pay more attention to that thing, scratched it a few times, and then lowered her hand.

In other words, there was a force in the dark that made her subconsciously not touch that thing.

She bit her thumb anxiously, and began to rave nervously: "As long as we 'Zhaohui' wins, we can go back to the normal world to drink beer and eat hot pot..."

"We will have countless money, and each of us will share an equal share. And my father, Lao Wei's mother, and four-eyed sister can all come alive in the real world."

"We agreed from the beginning... we agreed—"

Large beads of sweat emerged from her forehead, sliding down her spine, thighs, and cheeks.

This level of sweating is beyond the scope of tension and anxiety.

She seemed to be in a sea of ​​flames, tugging at her collar in annoyance, panting heavily.

It's just that she is too immersed in the emotions of all her teammates being wiped out, and she can't realize that her situation is different for a while.

……

In the corridor on the other side, after searching Wei Chenghua's body for a while, but failed to find anything of value, Li Yinhang couldn't help being disappointed: "There is nothing."

She turned her head and found that Nan Zhou, who had regained some strength, was squatting and studying Wei Chenghua's burst skull.

Looking at the mass of red and white things on the ground and the tangled sticky black hair, Li Yinhang couldn't help retching even though he had just experienced a brain trip.

Her state of mind is like watching her pet poking around the edge of the toilet.

Just when she was about to stop her, she saw Nan Zhou sticking out his index finger and thumb without hesitation, rubbing his black hair on the ground, and pulling out a strand of hair that was like withered seaweed and connected to his scalp.

Li Yinhang: "..."

She wished she could grab Nan Zhou's hand and rub him seventeen or eight times.

But in the next second, Li Yinhang was stunned when he saw clearly what was tied at the end of the "seaweed".

...a pendant-like thing the size of an index finger knuckle, growing between the scalp and hair, like a small tumor.

Upon closer inspection, the tumor had tiny hands and feet, and delicate facial features.

It turned out to be a miniature version of Wei Chenghua bleeding from all seven orifices.

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