Forces of Temptation

This unexpected call made Sompa feel dazed in his mind and eyes when he returned to his courtyard in Suchara Night Market.

He entered the door and sat down with his head hooked, facing the row of yellow clay jars, his face was numb, but his mind was spinning like electricity.

He couldn't figure out how those three people could survive.

Unless they agreed to go diving in the sea at night, no one went into the water.

But without entering the water, how could he find the jar and find his blood from the jar?

Could it be that the young head-subduing master's capabilities have reached the level where he can crack the head-subduing from a distance?

Or is it to control the surrender?

Or do they have a more powerful ghost drop that they can drive? !

Many questions formed a small vortex in Songpa's head, mixing many thoughts together, like a blender beating all over the place, disturbing him restless.

There were too many questions that he couldn't figure out.

Just like he couldn't figure out the most fundamental problem:

...Why would they dare to call themselves?

The smiling young man on the phone said that they could be called "boats".

After returning home, Sompa hurriedly read all the religious books related to the "boat", trying to trace their origin and find out which branch of descending head in Southeast Asia they are the inheritors of.

After the search was fruitless, Songpa even had a phone call overnight with several other familiar heads-down masters for the first time.

The answers are "none", "don't know", "haven't heard of".

The image of these three ordinary tourists from a foreign land quickly became mysterious and evil in Songpa's eyes.

It can't be that simple.

They must have come prepared, with some purpose.

... In a sense, Sompa's anxiety was also misplaced.

After busying and thinking in vain, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Sompa was holding his old-fashioned mobile phone, and sat down on the side of the bed.

A few gray mice he raised to test the effect of lowering the head were squeaking in the mouse cage because they hadn't eaten, which made his face turn gray and green. He pinched to death the one that was jumping the most, and threw it at the bottom of the cage in a bloody mess.

The other mice fell silent for a moment, each chose a corner of the cage, and curled up.

Songpa's heart was not lightened by such a killing.

He returned to the bedside shaking his bloody slap, and sighed heavily at the yellow clay jars against the wall.

A lock of his hair was stuck to his cheek with sweat, but he didn't care to take care of it.

Sompa is quite respectable in normal times, and such moments of nervousness and uncontrollable seldom appear.

If the opponent used his own blood to descend and counter-spelled back immediately, he wouldn't be as irritable as he is now.

The head-down master's fighting style is very common.

Everyone depends on their ability, but it depends on who wins.

But Nanzhou's soft and clever sentence of "communication and learning" made him completely confused about their plans.

He recited these four words over and over again, smacking them over and over again, trying to get some taste out of them.

Songpa didn't believe that the other party really wanted to learn something from him.

Is it revenge?

I have killed quite a few people by lowering my head before. Could it be that they were specially hired by others to seek revenge on me?

Or... Nan Zhou is a very talented head-bending master, young and energetic, and wants to pick all the head-bending masters to prove his strength?

In short, it is impossible to really come to exchange and learn.

Sompa sweated the phone in his palm, and finally made up his mind to call back and ask what happened.

However, it wasn't until a drowsy male voice came from the phone that he realized that the other party was actually using the landline phone of the beach visitor center to contact him.

... In other words, the other party knew his phone number and location completely.

And when the other party doesn't want to pay attention to him, he can't even contact the other party easily.

……

When Songpa was anxiously pacing back and forth by the bed, trying to figure out what Nan Zhou was thinking, Nan Zhou and the others had already finished playing in the nearby water night market, carrying a stomach full of seafood, and stopped under the vast starry sky. Rested in the off-road vehicle.

Facing the situation in front of them, they were indeed very relaxed.

In Jiang Fang's words, that is——

"Since it is a human being who controls the lowering of the head, it is very simple. Humans are easy to adjust."

With these words as a reassurance, even Li Yinhang was no longer in a hurry.

She fit into the back seat and slept, because she was so tired from playing that she didn't even have time to remove her hair.

Nanjixing arched into the hair gap of her ball head, thinking that she had found a good foothold, she hid herself in it and fell asleep soundly.

Nan Zhou was resting on the flattened co-pilot seat.

Jiang Fang was in the driver's seat.

Nan Zhou couldn't sleep, and was resting his fingertips on Jiang Fang's hanging fingers, like playing the piano, counting one by one, and counting back one by one.

Jiang Fang just closed his eyes and rested his mind, and the itchy feeling made him feel very happy, and he didn't want to disturb him even more.

Jiang Fang's observation was correct, Nanzhou did express his liking through touch.

He always regards the object of his concern as a new thing to study, and he must make it clear from the inside to the outside.

Nan Zhou touched Jiang Fang's soft lips, then detoured around the end of his scorpion-braided hair, curled it with his index finger, and then went to touch his protruding nose and beautiful shape.

There was no obscenity in that touch, just pure liking and curiosity about his body temperature.

Jiang Fang couldn't help laughing at being touched by him, closed his eyes and asked him, "You've been playing all day, aren't you tired?"

Nan Zhou didn't feel guilty about being caught, and continued his actions on his own: "I'm not tired."

This amount of exercise is nothing to Nanzhou.

Jiang Fang hummed: "I see."

Nan Zhou: "Know what?"

Jiang Fang: "I will take you out in the future to play some more exciting games."

Nan Zhou really became interested: "What is more exciting?"

When he was asking, he was still stroking Jiang Fang's reddish ears.

The more he touches it, the darker the crimson color becomes.

This kind of reaction made him feel novel, so he kept rubbing his hands back and forth, which was very interesting.

Serious images of rock climbing, skydiving, snowboarding, extreme off-roading and air surfing were sketched in Jiang Fang's mind.

But there is a hand that refuses to be honest, and is always teasing his feelings.

After being played like this for a long time, Jiang Fang chose to fight back, and lightly squeezed his chest casually.

This counterattack point was just randomly chosen by him, but when Nan Zhou was touched by him on his right chest, his body softened as if electrified, and he unconsciously let out a trembling moan.

"Well……"

The space inside the car is small and very quiet, even the slightest movement stands out.

Both of them were taken aback.

Nan Zhou bowed his head.

Through the shirt, he could see some itchy and crisp reactions there, with a little blood color like a little tail, pushing up the thin white shirt.

Nan Zhou asked curiously, "Why?"

Jiang Fang didn't expect Nan Zhou's sensitive spots to be so strange. While feeling hot in his heart, he carefully taught, "Every part of the body has different skin sensitivity."

As expected, Nan Zhou was distracted by him, and he reached out his hand to rub Jiang Fang's chest.

Sure enough, Jiang Fang's expression was normal, not as big as his reaction.

Nan Zhou expressed his affirmation with his usual modal particle: "...ah."

Jiang Fang smiled and asked, "Really."

Unexpectedly, his personal teaching brought about Nan Zhou's more careful examination and research on his body.

He wanted to analyze which inch of his body had the same skin sensitivity as his own chest.

Nanzhou's spirit of knowing things and his intimate movements obviously made Jiang Fang feel embarrassed.

After 5 minutes of patience, Jiang Fang finally couldn't bear it any longer. He supported his body with one hand and rolled over, oppressing Nan Zhou.

Nanzhou has not finished exploring, and now that he is suppressed, he has no intention of resisting or resenting him. He just raised his eyes and looked at him. Under the moving starry sky outside the car window, his eyelashes made his eyes black and bright like jewels, and they became more and more intense. moving.

As long as there is a little light, Nanzhou, as a monster derived from light, can be breathtakingly beautiful.

At least from this point of view, his creator is never partial to him.

In the works of Never After, there are very few such beautiful characters.

Nan Zhou tolerantly stepped on the angle between the storage box and the rearview mirror outside the window with his bare feet, and spread his legs slightly to make more room for Jiang Fang's body.

He tilted his head and asked softly, "Do you want to kiss me again?"

Jiang Fang replied, "Not only."

The corners of Jiang Fang's mouth were always raised habitually.

It's just that the content in his eyes makes Nan Zhou feel strange.

Nan Zhou is not afraid of strangers, perhaps, the more unknown, the more interested he is.

Nan Zhou raised his hand to touch the corner of Jiang Fang's eye.

He didn't think it was a big deal, until his fingers were gripped tightly by Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang's strength was still not small, and he squeezed Nan Zhou's hand until it hurt.

Although Nan Zhou could withdraw his hand at any time, since he himself was very patient and he was not willing to let Jiang Fang hold the empty hand, he let him grab it.

Jiang Fang held his palm with one hand and covered his eyes with the other.

His body shape is both tall of Europeans and slender of Asians, but compared with Nan Zhou as a whole, he is still slightly larger by one size.

He could properly block himself on Nanzhou's body, just enough to cover him completely.

The next moment, Nanzhou sensed something, and his breath sank.

But he didn't push Jiang Fang away, he just grabbed his clothes with his hand, and rubbed the piece of soft fabric into a distorted shape in his palm.

What happened next reminded Nan Zhou of what happened a few hours ago.

Jiang Fang was teaching him how to swim, and hugged him in the waves, slowly rising and falling.

The waves rippled, stirred and swayed under the golden sunlight.

The waves seemed to come from the vibrations of the heartbeat deep in the sea, and they were so gentle that people were intoxicated.

…After spending more than half an hour together, Nan Zhou was overwhelmed and soiled his suit pants.

Jiang Fang did not continue to bully him, let go of his hand, and looked down at his little paper figurine tenderly.

The clothes of the two were intact, but their breathing was uncommonly unstable.

Nan Zhou was stunned.

He was in a daze for a long time, staring at the dark sky outside, as if he couldn't figure out what happened.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Fang wanted to laugh a little, touched the tip of his nose, and finally regained his consciousness: "Shouldn't you clean it up?"

Nan Zhou was dizzy: "Yeah."

Jiang Fang opened the car door for him in a gentlemanly manner, and took him to a nearby public toilet. When Nan Zhou was taking care of himself, he found an empty toilet and solved his problem as quickly as possible.

After the end, he brought back the dazed Nan Zhou.

It was the first time for Nanzhou to suffer such a strange mental shock tonight. After being settled down, because his mind was blank, he only felt comfortable in a daze. He simply gave up thinking and fell asleep with his legs curled up.

He didn't know that after he fell asleep, Jiang Fang stared at his face presumptuously, and fell asleep after a long time.

The three of them and one mouse slept very soundly, and didn't wake up until ten o'clock the next morning.

After going through that experience, Nan Zhou didn't feel particularly embarrassed.

It's just that there seemed to be a chord in his mind, and he didn't mention what happened last night in front of Li Yinhang.

After a simple wash, they embarked on the journey again.

They went to a farm that had just opened for a whole day, fed alpacas and sheep, rode pony horses, faced a lake and mountains, and made a delicious barbecue by themselves.

As for the Suchara Night Market, it is completely outside the scope of their travel plans today.

When they returned to the hotel after a day's travel and returned the car keys to the boss's daughter, as soon as they went upstairs, they were surprised to see Shao Mingzhe and Cao Shuguang confronting each other in the corridor of the hotel.

It was a completely sunny day with a high of 32 degrees.

Even now that the sun is setting, the temperature is around 25 or 6 degrees.

This further highlighted how weird Shao Mingzhe's attire was that didn't fit in the tropics.

At this moment, Shao Mingzhe was standing against the wall in full armor, and his only exposed eye was staring coldly at the old carpet in the corridor with its fringe rolled up.

Not far away stood an angry Cao Shuguang.

Li Yinhang saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he stood there without moving.

Nan Zhou naturally had no worries.

He took two steps forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cao Shuguang pulled Nanzhou past him, complaining to him, "He's just crazy!"

Seeing him grabbing the hem of his clothes, Nan Zhou was a little surprised why he was so familiar.

Cao Shuguang said angrily: "I was dealing with my wife and I had a meal nearby. When I wanted to come back to rest, I happened to meet him coming out in the corridor. My wife was just curious and asked him why his hand was hidden in his pocket all the time. What is he hiding—you see how sneaky he is, who doesn’t know he’s hiding something—who knows that he’s crazy and pushed my wife down.”

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and he turned around and pointed at Shao Mingzhe angrily: "You are not allowed to leave unless you apologize!"

Nan Zhou: "Where is Miss Ma?"

Cao Shuguang said without hesitation, "I told her to go back to the room. This is a matter between men. If there is a fight, should she still watch?"

Hearing these words, Shao Mingzhe looked up at Cao Shuguang.

He said, "No."

Cao Shuguang was in a fit of anger, and seeing that the boring gourd opened his mouth, he immediately retorted: "Why, you are not a man?"

Shao Mingzhe: "No."

Cao Shuguang was tired of his way of speaking like popping beans, and was about to get angry again——

Shao Mingzhe looked at him and said in a low voice, "You are not human."

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