Forces of Temptation

In addition to these self-expanded props, the small coffers of the three were instantly enriched to 30000 baht.

After confirming that there was indeed nothing to search for, the "Cubic Ark" got out of the tent, but it was not in a hurry to leave.

Soon, on the side wall of a nearby dirty alley, Nan Zhou found a large bloodstain that had not been wiped clean.

Nan Zhou touched it with his hand, and felt that the blood was still warm, not completely dry yet.

Among the mottled bloodstains on the ground, there is half a clear print of tourist sneakers.

Nan Zhou remembered that the master of ceremonies at the head-down ceremony wore a pair of sneakers.

Nan Zhou came to a conclusion: "The head-down master wanted to kill us. Someone cooperated with him inside and outside. But the bodies of the people outside were taken away."

"The master of ceremonies who escaped did it?" Li Yinhang asked in surprise, "Didn't he call the police?"

Dead people are a big deal.

Wouldn't it be easier for him to get into trouble if he took the risk to take away a headless corpse?

Jiang Fang laughed, "He dares."

He went to the police station with a headless corpse, saying that they planned to join forces to defraud people by lowering their heads, but they didn't expect their skills to be inferior to others, so they defrauded themselves?

According to the logic of normal people, when encountering such a thing that is completely beyond the scope of ability, there are generally only three choices.

Straightforward.

Help order.

Help the strong.

Judging from the speed at which the master of ceremonies put oil on the soles of his feet, he didn't have the courage to face up.

If he wanted to call the police, he could just make a phone call after finding the body. There was no need to take the body with him.

So it seems...

Jiang Fang said, "He still has other places to go."

——He took away the corpse and wanted to seek help from someone stronger.

Nan Zhou turned his head and glanced at the young couple: "So, you see. The game will not be so simple."

The young couple hugged their arms, silently picking the goosebumps on their arms.

"Then Nan..." Cao Shuguang almost called out Nan Zhou's real name, and bit his tongue to control it, "...Mr. Jixing, what shall we do next?"

Nanzhou didn't answer immediately.

He quietly stared at the blood-stained ground with a little scrutiny in his eyes.

Cao Shuguang almost called Nan Zhou by the wrong name, and he was guilty in his heart.

Seeing Nan Zhou put on a thoughtful expression, his calves went limp for a moment.

He looked at his daughter-in-law weepingly, and was comforted by her daughter-in-law's equally guilty pat on the back x1.

Nan Zhou was out of his mind for a while before he let out a soft "ah" in his heart.

Just now, Cao Shuguang seemed to be calling himself.

...He had completely forgotten that he called himself the Antarctic Star.

Nan Zhou stood up, stomped his feet, and said to Cao Shuguang who was about to cry, "Let's go."

Cao Shuguang's spirit was too tense, and when he heard that he didn't continue to ask, he relaxed and almost sat down on the ground.

You can't blame him for his poor mental quality.

Both he and his wife are the natural opposites of Nan Zhou.

The way Nan Zhou pinched his head with his bare hands just now, the sense of substitution is too strong, his head is already hurting.

Because they were really guilty, they took the initiative to distance themselves from Nan Zhou.

A group of people left the alley and walked from the desolation to the bustling little by little.

Night markets in Thailand are noisy and lively.

Loudspeakers on street corners play ambiguous sounds, and various market noises such as car bells, human voices, peddlers, and music are intertwined.

In a more distant place, there is the whistle of the train, and the sound is extremely long, leaving a strong stroke among the many noises at night.

They passed a river.

On the other side of the river, monks lined up and walked barefoot.

And the river holds their reflections, as well as countless stars and moons.

Nan Zhou stared intently at the human world, which was almost a fantasy world to him.

He really wanted to blend in, but the world naturally held a sense of distance, confronting him neither far nor near.

...It's like the river of unknown source across the front.

This made Nanzhou a little confused.

There were fruit sellers with small carts by the river, and Jiang Fang bought some.

In the tropics, fruit is not worth much, especially at the fruit stand at night, where you can buy a large handful of jackfruit for 50 baht.

The freshly cut jackfruit is served in huge green plantain leaves, which looks fresh and attractive.

Before the sweet mist dissipated, Jiang Fang bit half, tried the taste, and stuffed the other half into Nan Zhou's mouth naturally.

Nan Zhou was distracted by the food, and opened his mouth to take it. Halfway through eating, he realized that Jiang Fang had bitten it.

He calmly slowed down his chewing speed, moved his tongue, and tried out a little tooth mark left by Jiang Fang on the edge of the sweet fruit.

He cherished the half jackfruit and ate it for 5 minutes.

Of course, he didn't forget to review the incantation of Flying Head Drop that he just learned.

He quickly read the S-level [Mystery Book], and there was no record of flying head drop on it.

Although he is not interested in giving away his own head, he has always adhered to the attitude of "remember first and then explain" any interesting knowledge.

Seeing him working hard, Jiang Fang liked it in his heart, and his voice was soft: "Do you remember?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes. It's not difficult."

If these words were heard by the head-subduing master who was unconscious in the tent, he would probably faint again from anger.

These spells and runes are beyond imagination.

When the master first accepted him, he was not willing to pass on the core to him easily.

He has been working for five full years, serving tea and pouring water, and only learned some leftovers.

Later, seeing his sincerity, the master taught him the real skills.

Even if he worked day and night, it took him half a year to barely touch the doorway.

Who would have thought that while watching a performance, he would be stolen by a person who actually didn't understand what they were talking about?

Jiang Fang brought the handful of jackfruit to him: "Have you written down everything?"

Nan Zhou picked one: "Well, I remember."

Cao Shuguang, who was dangling behind Nan Zhou and the others, had almost recovered from his fear.He has always healed his scars and forgot about the pain, and wanted to come over to eat some fruit with the cheek, but when he heard the conversation between the two, he inserted in a sneaky way: "What about the Hehe technique? Have you written it down too?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

Cao Shuguang said sincerely: "Teach me."

Nan Zhou asked sincerely: "Why? Can't you?"

Cao Shuguang: "..." My friend, can you chat? ?

Seeing the twitching corners of Cao Shuguang's mouth, Nan Zhou seemed to realize that he had said something wrong.

It's just that he can't say which sentence it is.

Cao Shuguang also knew that Nan Zhou had misunderstood him, so he hurriedly explained: "I just saw that the head lowering technique is new, and I just want to have some fun with my daughter-in-law..."

Nan Zhou groaned, and repeated slowly: "'Sex'?"

He turned to Jiang Fang, waiting for an accurate explanation.

Jiang Fang held a palm of jackfruit, looked at him for a moment, and kissed the corner of his lips proactively.

Nanzhou waiting for an explanation: "..."

Cao Shuguang: "..."

"This is also a kind of harmony technique." Jiang Fang looked at Cao Shuguang, his eyes were in the shape of a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Have you learned it?"

Cao Shuguang said honestly, "I have learned."

Only then did he realize belatedly that Jiang Fang was not happy that he interrupted his conversation with Nan Zhou.

But this person never tells the truth, only ambiguity.

... the old Yinbi.

Cao Shuguang was so frightened by the narrow-minded Jiang Fang that he went back to find his daughter-in-law.

Seeing off Cao Shuguang who was in the way, Jiang Fang lowered his eyes again, and there was a real smile in his eyes again.

Nan Zhou saw all the changes in Jiang Fang's expression.

He touched the hot and slightly itchy corner of his lips, not hating the feeling.

He just finds it interesting.

This special harmony technique is interesting, and Jiang Fang's own blushing cheeks and ears when he kisses him are also very interesting, making him want to stare at them all the time.

Jiang Fang looked back to meet Nan Zhou's gaze, and suggested softly: "Are you in a hurry to review now? Let's go across the river?"

Nan Zhou agreed first: "Yes."

Nan Zhou asked again: "What did you do in the past?"

"past……"

Jiang Fang grabbed his fingers and squeezed them into his palm one by one.

He looked at a bridge that appeared in front of the two: "Go and find 'us'."

When he was a child, Jiang Fang was actually very good at talking.

He doesn't hesitate to talk about love and express it, which is much better than now.

Now, Jiang Fang is going to try to take Nanzhou back to find that romantic child, and then find that lonely child trapped in Neverland.

He wanted the two of them to run wildly holding hands.

They crossed the river and went to the arcade.

The kind that spends a little money and can play for a long time.

The two rode the game motorcycle side by side, galloping in place in the endless city and wilderness.

There are virtual wind sounds next to your ears, and real travel companions next to you.

They snatched a very popular taiko master, and there was a little girl standing next to him who wanted to play but was preempted.

She waited angrily for them to finish.

Because Nan Zhou didn't know how to play, and he hadn't heard the classic theme song of Doraemon, he played in a mess.

When Nan Zhou put down the drumstick, she said to Nan Zhou confidently in blunt Chinese: "You are so stupid."

Nan Zhou: "...?"

It was the first time in his life that he was called stupid, and he looked down at the little girl in a daze, quite at a loss.

Jiang Fang hugged him and laughed, comforting him gently: "It's not stupid, it's a lie."

Jiang Fang also studied dance in the university that did not belong to him.

He has learned poppin, and also a little jazz, waltz and tango.

Jiang Fang used this experience on an old dancing machine on the corner of Tyrande Street.

Nan Zhou also danced with him, but because he was not proficient, no matter how strong his reflexes were, he would always miss a beat or two.

At this time, Jiang Fang would always turn the tide and help him make up for it in time.

When Nan Zhou looked at him, he always blinked and smiled brightly and happily.

Nan Zhou moved his eyes away, thinking, there is no better harmony than Jiang Fang's smile.

For example, now, he really wants to kiss him.

……

Under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, a tall man walked into the empty tent.

He has a pale face and thick bones, but his expression is indifferent, like a soulless pottery figure made of white clay.

He looked down at the Naked Master, whose face was covered with black blood, and seemed to have only one breath left.

The man bent down and probed his fingers. After feeling a trace of vitality under his nose, he said with a gloomy expression, "Take him back."

The host of ceremonies respectfully replied yes, put his hands on the lower head master's waist, and hugged him up.

Fortunately, the lower head master was only a monkey, so he was hugged easily.

When his head leaned against the master of ceremonies' neck, he choked out another mouthful of old blood from the depths of his throat.

The man walked around the place where the three people in the "Cubic Ark" were originally sitting, but found nothing of value.

Nan Zhou and the others not only stripped his disciples clean from the inside out, they even took away the futons they were sitting on before leaving.

... It can be said that while eating and taking food, they didn't even leave a hair for them.

The man's thick eyebrows were deeply frowned: "Do you have their birth dates?"

The master of ceremonies was hurriedly wiping his bloody neck with a handkerchief: "Yes, yes, yes."

The man said, "That's not enough, only the lowest level. I want what's on them."

The master of ceremonies didn't even dare to breathe.

The man looked at the sweaty master of ceremonies with a pair of dark eyes: "Can you know where they live?"

——If Jiang Fang plays the [Fate Concerto] again at this moment, he will find that their fate has undergone subtle changes.

The difficulty and level of this dungeon have quietly evolved from the original Sword 3 to Sword 6.

The author has something to say:

"Cubic Ark", play the copy to the first team w that automatically evolves