Forces of Temptation

Many friends, many paths, this is one of the tenets of He Yinchuan's life.

Naturally, He Yinchuan had no objection, and responded readily, "Okay."

Nan Zhou scooped up all the butter on the plate with a silver fork and put it in his mouth.

This cream is bad, he thought, a little sour.

...which made him feel even worse.

Jiang Fang's smile was quite official and polite, but in his eyes, it was like the dazzling sunlight outside the window, making his eyes dazzled and the corners of his eyes tight.

His teeth tightened involuntarily.

click.

Everyone at the table, including the "Bronze" squad that hadn't left yet, assured themselves that they heard an unusual crisp sound.

Nan Zhou with a fork that was bitten off: "..."

Afraid of scaring people, he simply maintained the movement of holding the broken handle of the fork, motionless, and looked straight at He Yinchuan.

He Yinchuan was a little terrified by his cold eyes.

But he always said what he had to say, and he didn't care who he would offend.

Even if there is a killing god in front of him.

He asked, "Nan Zhou, do you have anything else you want to tell me?"

Nan Zhou nodded.

With a fork in his mouth, he said vaguely, "He already has friends."

He Yinchuan: "...Huh?"

Nan Zhou looked up at He Yinchuan and said seriously, "It's me."

He Yinchuan was confused: "Huh?"

Liang Shu had a delicate mind and was the first to notice that the atmosphere was not right.

She touched the back of Zhou Ao's hand.

Zhou Ao's thoughts are quite meticulous.

He could tell that Nan Zhou was not happy.

Although he never had any special expression on his face, it was obvious that an ominous storm was brewing now.

Zhou Ao squeezed He Yinchuan's hand from behind and wanted to break the casserole and ask the end, and took the initiative to make a relief: "Well, I am the only friend of Team He."

Captain He, who didn't understand the style, refused to accept it: "I have many friends."

Hearing this, Nan Zhou's eyes flickered, and when he looked at Zhou Ao again, his eyes showed pity, as if he was sympathizing with a husband whose wife had planted a colorful flag.

Zhou Ao's back felt chills when he saw him, and the bandages on his fingertips climbed around He Yinchuan's wrist a few times, pulling him up forcibly, and got up to leave.

Ding.

The sound of the wind chimes pushing away the dessert shop cleverly coincided with the sound of the silver fork in Nan Zhou's mouth falling onto the plate.

Li Yinhang's pupils dilated: "..." Damn, the hydraulic machine.

Smelling the inexplicable meaning in the air, she herself felt that her body was exuding the burnt smell of overloaded light bulb circuit.

She particularly consciously got up and went to the front desk with Nanjixing.

After finishing a major event, she was also a little hungry, and wanted to order a plate of the cheapest mushroom pasta in the store to fill her stomach.

Just as Li Yinhang walked a few steps away, Nan Zhou suddenly moved.

He grabbed Jiang Fang's right hand with his backhand, and leaned forward, pressing his body against the French window.

boom.

Hearing a muffled sound, Li Yinhang looked back, his miser's nature had an acute attack for a moment, and he almost blurted out that his ancestor had slightly damaged it and would have to pay for it.

But she came to her senses right away, quickly moved away from the battlefield, and blocked the NPC who heard the movement and tried to check it out.

The sunlight passed through Jiang Fang's shoulders and fell on both sides of Nan Zhou's cheeks, casting a thin shadow in his eyes.

"Don't look at him." He controlled his strength so well that his fingers trembled slightly, "You have to look at me."

Jiang Fang's gaze was no longer on He Yinchuan from just now.

He only looked at Nan Zhou, watched his reaction, and felt warm and itchy in his heart, as well as a little bit of gentle sourness.

Jiang Fang knew that it was not good to try.

But this is the way he is used to.

Although it is harsh, it is also his self-protection mechanism, like a layer of hard armor.

Even if the infinite softens, it's still there.

Jiang Fang tried to coax Nan Zhou, "I've been watching you."

Nan Zhou was a little wronged: "But you have many friends. You just got another one."

Jiang Fang went deeper step by step rhythmically: "Can't I make friends?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes, but you have to think carefully, you can only hand in one."

Jiang Fang exaggerated the curiosity in his tone from seven to ten: "Why?"

Nan Zhou: "Because 'friends' are very important."

Jiang Fang finally got to the point: "So, why can't I be 'friends' with He Yinchuan?"

"He can't." Nan Zhou whispered, "Because he can't even die for you."

Jiang Fang's relaxed shoulders suddenly tightened.

He looked into Nan Zhou's eyes, and a star gradually appeared in his eyes: "Do you think so?"

Nan Zhou failed to see the subtle change in Jiang Fang's expression, and analyzed carefully: "He Yinchuan has his own friends."

On the snow mountain, Zhou Ao risked his life to save him.

The unbreakable friendship between the two of them was witnessed by Nan Zhou.

It's just that He Yinchuan dared to openly say that he has friends in front of Zhou Ao, which is a bit disrespectful.

Although Brother Fang also said in front of himself that he has many friends, but that is in the past tense.

Nanzhou worked hard, but he was able to do it without particularly minding.

It's just that today, Brother Fang actually developed a new friendship in front of him, which is a bit too much.

He needs to work on correcting.

"We kissed, lay down and slept together, you have reproductive urges for me, I am willing to die for you."

After Nan Zhou counted it all, he said softly: "Can't this be considered a very good friend?"

Nanzhou has always had a strong learning ability.

He can easily hold many concepts in his mind.

Although he has forgotten who implanted these ideas in him, he just firmly feels that this is the concept of a friend.

Because it seems that there was once a person who clearly said that they were friends, but also liked him so much.

Nan Zhou was about to say something, but the corner of his mouth was touched lightly.

Jiang Fang looked at him with very deep and dark eyes, immersed in the shadows, like a bottomless deep lake.

Only the shadow of the person in front of him is reflected in the lake.

With such a controlled posture, Jiang Fang pecked Nanzhou with his probe.

Nan Zhou didn't hide, but just looked at him in confusion.

After a while, he tentatively leaned over and pressed a cold kiss to Jiang Fang's lips.

Courtesy is reciprocal, but it can be ignited at the touch of a button.

Jiang Fang used his free left hand, which was not caught by him, to hold Nan Zhou firmly in his arms.

He held down Nan Zhou's slightly long black hair with one hand, parted the ends of his hair with his fingertips, and gently touched the bite marks on the back of Nan Zhou's neck with his lips through his clothes.

Nanzhou's body was only sensitive to this wound of unknown origin. After being touched forcibly, it caused waves of shudders of unknown origin.

He heard Jiang Fang say to him: "Since this is the case, let's be friends from today and now."

Nan Zhou didn't like what he said.

"It's been a while since I've done it," he protested.

When Jiang Fang's laughter rang in his ears, it was very pleasant: "When?"

Nan Zhou thought for a while, and then confirmed the time: "Fourteen hours ago."

Jiang Fang followed the time point he gave to recall.

At this time, after Nan Zhou's semi-succubi state was lifted, he had a fever and took care of him by himself.

Jiang Fang: "I don't seem to have done anything special."

Nan Zhou: "It's really nothing special."

Nan Zhou: "But I want to be your friend for a long time."

Nan Zhou: "Fourteen hours ago, I thought it was almost done."

Jiang Fang listened to him very much, and rubbed his ear tenderly: "Okay. Listen to you."

On the periphery of the square, players who sensed the tension between Nanzhou and Jiangfang had been peeping for a long time in twos and threes.

They waited for a vigorous infighting.

As a result, this scene blinded many expectant players on the spot.

They chatted like birds and beasts.

After Li Yinhang silently ate the dog food and finished a whole plate of mushroom pasta, it was already dark.

They went to a nearby tower-like hotel in "Ancient Rome" and stayed in the luxury suite on the top floor.

This is the rule in "Ancient City State": players who have won more than ten games in the "Colosseum" can stay for one day for free.

Those who win the 99-player competition will get permanent residency in the room on the top floor of the Tongtian Tower.

As it says on the bronze sword in front of the "Colosseum" square:

——Win is the truth.Truth lives forever.

This is an exclusive offer for the winner.

Li Yinhang monopolized a room, washed himself and Nan Jixing clean, and went to bed together.

Nan Zhou's physical strength had reached the limit in his calmness. After a simple wash, he took off his coat, nestled on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

After coaxing Nan Zhou to sleep, Jiang Fang went to the bathroom alone.

He turned on the faucet, and when the water was flowing down his fingertips, he turned on the "psychic communicator" in the warehouse.

Both Yi Shuige and Lin Zhisong were still online.

When Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou made an agreement and established a precious friendship with each other, they had already exchanged identities and were almost acquainted.

So Jiang Fang cut to the chase: "What do you think we are going through?"

Yi Shuige responded readily: "A high-dimensional invasion of low-dimensional."

This is basically the consensus of everyone's subconscious mind.

To detain tens of thousands of players, to create a completely closed game environment, to play with and insult, must be a higher and stronger power that does not belong to this world.

Just like the [sun.exe not responding] that blocked the sun, thinking about it now, it should be the high-dimensional people who are using a way that humans can understand to foretell the danger.

It's just that the players in the game will always avoid and refuse to face this fact.

They only need to think about how to live tomorrow and how to clear the dungeon, and they have already done their best.

If you still spend your time thinking about the layout behind this, you may die of depression due to the pressure that cannot be resolved.

Jiang Fang: "It's really boring."

Yi Shuige smiled approvingly: "Yes. With such ability, why can't you pull us in to play games?"

Lin Zhisong is the youngest of the three, and his imagination is more wild: "Does this mean some kind of 'evolution'? Or 'breeding'?"

For example, the high-dimensional people outside the sky have noticed the earth with intelligent life, and want to select excellent seeds from it, test them, and include them in the high-dimensional?

After hearing his thoughts, Jiang Fang smiled and said, "Select excellent seeds, but not talented youngsters under the age of 18? Don't choose experienced old scientists over 60?"

Lin Zhisong thought about it and thought it was the same.

When the high-dimensional people screened the entrants of "Gravity", it seemed that they only set a card on the "age" item.

Don't do this kind of behavior of children and the elderly. It is not so much "choosing good breeds" as it is "choosing people who are more suitable for playing games."

Put more simply, small children and the elderly have less physical strength than young adults.

The game initiator's consideration for entertainment is far greater than practicality.

After thinking about it, Lin Zhisong couldn't think of a better explanation.

He asked Jiang Fang: "Then what do you think their purpose is?"

Jiang Fang asked Yi Shuige, "What is the purpose of your establishment of the holographic game "Gravity"?"

"Make money." Yi Shuige is quite straightforward, "It can also entertain the public. Also, some people really love games and want to explore the limits of the ninth art."

Jiang Fang flicked his tongue lightly and skillfully.

—Capitalist, entertainer, artist.

Isn't most of the games in the world controlled by these three?

Therefore, the game they are currently in is highly likely to be unavoidable.

This guess made Lin Zhisong a little hard to accept: "You mean, they just want to use us... for entertainment?"

So many people died in vain, so many people were separated from their loved ones forever, but they died just for entertainment?

Facing such cruelty, Jiang Fang looked as usual: "We made "Gravity" and restored the 'Southern Boat' in "Eternal Day", isn't it just for the game."

The author has something to say:

True Brotherhood: We are good brothers.

False brotherhood: "We kissed, lay down and slept together, you have reproductive urges for me, I am willing to die for you. Can't this be considered a good friend?"