Forces of Temptation

Nanzhou: "?"

"bridge"?

He thought about it, but couldn't remember where there was a bridge in the bungalow.

But Nan Zhou, who was confused, still looked into Jiang Fang's eyes and replied seriously: "Yes. No."

Jiang Fang laughed softly and his Adam's apple moved slightly, "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Looking at the dynamic and smooth curve left by his Adam's apple, Nan Zhou shook his head with the same serious attitude.

Jiang Fang asked, "Then what are you promising?"

Nan Zhou thought for a while: "I don't know."

"But, because you seem to want me to say yes."

The outside world was wet and gray with light rain and light fog.

The coldness penetrated through the gaps in the windows, but couldn't blend into the gradually warming atmosphere.

Jiang Fang grabbed his wrist and lifted it above his head. The light, lingering and fiery desire flowed into Nan Zhou's pulse along the warmth of his palm like flowing water.

He was very close to Nanzhou, and his lips were stained with the lingering fragrance of fine brandy.

Nan Zhou was sensitive to alcohol, and felt a little drunk for a while.

On the other hand, Jiang Fang didn't know that something was wrong with his body and mind.

His heart was originally very cold, but when he saw Nan Zhou, he suddenly ignited a wildfire, using his reason as fuel, burning his cheeks hot and full of thoughts.

He wanted to look away, but his heart was burning like fire. Wherever the tongue of fire fell, all the chains he used to restrain himself were burned off, not a single tile remained.

The more impatient he was, the more he couldn't control his beating heart.

Under the impact of anxiety, Jiang Fang heard himself laughing: "What do I want you to promise?"

Jiang Fang's speech speed was obviously accelerated: "Do you know me well? What do you know?"

Nan Zhou looked up at him.

Because he tried his best to suppress his emotions and seesaw with his own heart, Jiang Fang's voice showed a rare depression and irritability.

That was his inner murmur.

The voice cried out:

Lock him up, tie him up.

Don't let him leave you, you're clearly in love——

Before the voice could grab his full attention, Jiang Fang raised his hand to grab Nan Zhou's front, and his arm muscles suddenly exerted strength, pulling Nan Zhou up from the bed.

The repelling words were almost squeezed out between his teeth: "Go! You go!"

Nan Zhou lowered his head and looked at his fingertips, which were tightly gripping the clothes on his chest, and were slightly convulsed nervously.

He understood what Jiang Fang meant.

He put his hands around Jiang Fang's neck and put him in his arms enough.

With a cold voice, Nan Zhou put his cold forehead against Jiang Fang's, and rubbed against Jiang Fang's forehead a few times like a small animal: "Yes. I see. I'll stay."

With Nanzhou's guarantee, coupled with his steady heartbeat, Jiang Fang's emotions gradually came out of extremes.

...or in other words, he temporarily suppressed the properties of the medicine, and once again put on a disguise of success.

In short, when he took the initiative to distance himself from Nanzhou, the out-of-control emotions on his face had been cleaned up.

Nan Zhou also kept his promise and did not leave the room.

The two sat side by side on the head of the bed, listening to the fine rustling of raindrops on the branches and leaves.

Jiang Fang had already guessed that his anomaly was caused by the effect of the medicine in [Answer].

Without saying a word, he took out the medicine that could eliminate the negative state, and swallowed it without any water.

He took the pill in his mouth, thinking about how to redeem what he just said.

Nan Zhou was thinking about Jiang Fang's words just now.

The strangely quiet atmosphere was first broken by Nanzhou.

Nan Zhou didn't know what embarrassment was, so he simply continued on the topic that just broke down: "You are right to say that I don't understand you. But you never tell me anything related to you. I really want to Know."

The pill in the throat seemed to be blocked.

Jiang Fang tilted his neck back and swallowed several times, but he still felt something hot stuck in his throat, stuck right in his throat.

He didn't look at Nan Zhou, and said perfunctorily, "There's nothing to say. I'm very boring."

Nan Zhou: "I don't know what you like to eat."

Jiang Fang: "I don't like anything." This is the truth.

Nan Zhou: "But you know me very well. You have read me..."

"I don't really know you at all."

Jiang Fang interrupted him directly.

He articulated clearly, and slammed a sentence of cold and hard words at Nan Zhou, so as to offset the warmth brought by that ambiguous hug.

"I only know that you like sweets, but I won't ask what kind of food you like."

"I don't know what hobbies you have besides painting, and I don't want to lead you to develop any new hobbies."

"I deliberately don't ask about your stories; I don't want you to know everything about me."

"The way we are, I think that's enough."

After hearing Jiang Fang's grand remarks, Nan Zhou paused.

He was not very angry, just surprised: "You are very different from the you before."

"I took the wrong medicine, or I'm crazy." Jiang Fang turned to Nan Zhou, "Or, it's me now."

Nan Zhou let out a soft "Oh", and a strange sour feeling spread along the tip of his heart.

But his strong thirst for knowledge still made him ask: "Why?"

yeah why?

[Answer] The medicinal property surged up, and once again, Jiang Fang's heart automatically gave the answer——

If you know his food hobbies other than desserts, can you be willing not to cook for him in different ways?

You don't want him to develop other hobbies because you don't dare to think about it.

You can't wait to take him out for picnics, skydiving, diving, skateboarding, and traveling around the world in an RV, but can you do it?

You don't have to know all about him.

Just the current Nanzhou, you already like it so much that you are going crazy.

Jiang Fang suddenly got up.

He couldn't bear to live with the whisperer inside him who had a voice of his own.

He was going to try to kill the voice.

Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang who was walking out, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Fang held onto the door frame and said calmly, "I'm going to kill someone."

A-level items cannot suppress S-level items [Answer].

Then, as long as the owner of the item is killed, the influence of the medicine effect on him can be ended.

When Jiang Fang was about to step out the door, Nan Zhou found a barely acceptable answer to his question just now.

He asked, "Is it because I'm not human?"

When he asked this question, there was not much sadness or anxiety in his tone.

Like any question he usually asks, the words are clear and slightly curious.

With his back turned to him, Jiang Fang stood with his head bowed for a long time.

His palm left a hot mist on the doorknob.

The heat caused Jiang Fang's thinking to sink into hot flashes.

He said to himself: "Yeah, if you were human..."

But he immediately realized the fallacy of this statement, corrected his statement in time, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

But what exactly it meant, Jiang Fang couldn't say.

In order to avoid more verbal misunderstandings, Jiang Fang left in a hurry.

Nan Zhou sat by the bed alone, his heart tingling.

He thought, he obviously wanted me to stay, but he left first.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhou raised his hand to caress his heart, unable to understand the discomfort and soreness that gradually swelled from the inside like heated cotton candy.

He also has a heartbeat and breathing, so why can't he be considered a human being?

If you're not human, you can't continue to be Brother Fang's friend.

No matter what Nanzhou thinks, Nanzhou and the others won that PVP.

In order to repay Sheng Yimin who drugged him, Jiang Fang poured the whole bottle of [Answer] into his mouth regardless of his begging for mercy.

Under the acute and strong effect of the medicine, Sheng Yimin's face turned purple.

All kinds of intense emotions and desires clashed in his mind, causing his spirit to collapse rapidly.

Finally, he jumped out of the window like a suicidal lemming, smashing one of his own heads into a rotten watermelon.

Jiang Fang leaned on the window frame and looked down coldly.

His eyesight is excellent, and he saw with his own eyes several tumor-like villains hatched from Sheng Yimin's messy bloody hair.

The villain has thin hands and feet, swaying here and there in the bleak wind and rain, like childish and terrifying tumblers.

After Sheng Yimin fell to his death from the building, the effect of the medicine that troubled Jiang Fang was also released, which can be described as immediate.

His followers didn't know why the boss went crazy. They could only know from the pills scattered all over the floor that he probably died of taking drugs.

Amidst the suspicion and panic of the leaderless group, Jiang Fang took the initiative to stand up and proposed an effective cheating method.

——He directly merged Sheng Yimin's subordinates into his team.

The team that instantly grew to 20 people naturally won the victory.

Of course, this shortcut can only be used once.

In the later PVP, the method of winning the game by directly turning the opponent into a teammate was prohibited.

Jiang Fang was not surprised by this.

Games are living things, perfected bit by bit.

They are just testing tools used to detect various bugs and cheating methods.

Jiang Fang thought, even if the test work is over one day, will the hidden behind-the-scenes planner really let them out.

At that time, maybe they will stay in the game forever like Nanzhou.

In that case, can he think about the future?

Fortunately, after getting rid of the control of the drug, Jiang Fang regained the ability to control his reason and thinking.

He took the initiative to stop such out-of-control thoughts, forcing himself not to think carefully, not to listen to the true answer in his heart.

After the dust settled, Nan Zhou did not show any negative emotions of guard, disappointment or resistance towards Jiang Fang.

Everything was as usual, the two ate, lived and slept together, and were not affected by the dispute at all.

This made it impossible for Jiang Fang to resolve and make up for the embarrassment that day.

On the third night after coming out of the dungeon, Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou were still sleeping in the same bed.

Looking at the back of Nanzhou sunk in the darkness, Jiang Fang continued the discussion that had not been continued before: "What will you do if I leave in the future?"

Nan Zhou pursed his lips.

He answered concisely: "If you leave, I will go back to the town."

"What if you can't go back?"

"I'll just walk around."

Listening to Nan Zhou's unsatisfactory answers one after another, a sentence stuck to the tip of Jiang Fang's tongue.

——If not, you can keep me.I won't leave.

This answer could not be conveyed to Nanzhou well, but Jiangfang himself was startled.

Jiang Fang hurriedly turned her back, gathered up the quilt, closed her eyes, grasped the cold sheet with her fingertips, and thought carefully whether the effect of [Answer] was not completely cured.

And Nan Zhou opened his eyes behind him.

He looked at Jiang Fang's silhouette immersed in the darkness, as if looking at the back of a person who was destined to leave.

It was the same as the backs that he was used to seeing, leaving him behind one by one.

Even if he made a serious promise that he would not go on other people's bridges or leave, would Jiang Fang still leave a shadow behind him?

Nan Zhou looked at the window under the moonlight.

During the day, Jiang Fang built a windmill for him, and the breeze under the moon blew it round and round.

It is like a wheel, full of joy thinking that it will go to the moon.

But that was just a lie of the wind.

……

Jiang Fang didn't tell Li Yinhang too much.

He just combined that PVP experience and briefly described how he knew that [answer] would cause people to grow villains on their heads.

Under the influence of the two, Li Yinhang could already chew biscuits to recover his strength, and at the same time listen to Jiang Fang's story of Sheng Yimin's head falling to the ground without changing his face.

She wanted to ask more about what happened to Jiang Fang before.

Because this is too much like a game copy module test.

She subconsciously felt that the reference value of this matter was very high, and it would be helpful for them to finally get out of control.

Until the corner of her eye glanced at Nanzhou next to her.

Nan Zhou, who had a fever, looked uncomfortable, his cheeks were flushed, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

...like a nightmare.

Li Yinhang was startled, and just about to call his name, Jiang Fang, who was always paying attention to Nan Zhou's expression, sat beside him.

He pressed his face against his, touched his palm, his movements were gentle, and he didn't dodge any more.

"I'm not leaving." Jiang Fang whispered to him, "I'm staying here, you can see me every day when you open your eyes."

Following Jiang Fang's voice, Nan Zhou's mood and expression gradually calmed down.

"I can't go anymore." Jiang Fang smiled, patted his shoulder gently, and said to himself, "I bet too much on you, and I can't even get my heart back. I'm willing to bet and admit defeat."