Forces of Temptation

Nanzhou couldn't quite understand Songpa's heart.

Doesn't learning make him happy?

But he can still be keenly aware of people's emotional changes.

He found that Sompa was depressed and his eyes were blank. After thinking about it, he guessed that he probably thought he was dying.

Therefore, he changed to a tone that expressed comfort as much as possible: "It's okay. I don't want to kill you after I see you."

Songpa: "..."

Are you calling me trash?

There is no need to be so yin and yang.

Seeing that after comforting himself, Sompa became more and more unhappy and depressed. Nanzhou worried that he would not teach more, so he put a tissue in his hand, and planned to turn to encouragement and education: "Your ghost descends very quickly. good."

Songpa: "..." So the next second is yours?

He sneered with difficulty, wiped off the blood on his hands with a tissue, bowed his head in silence, staring at his nosebleed spot on his knee, feeling that life was like a dream.

Since he is obsessed with mysticism such as lowering his head, he naturally believes in the destiny.

Now, he has lost two apprentices one after another, he has been forced to choke the incense, and he is not good at craftsmanship, so he has been approached by others to provoke him.

He could only mourn and indignantly on the surface, gritted his teeth, and greeted his fate with as decent a posture as possible.

Nan Zhou naturally took the blood-stained tissue, and seeing that he looked like he was reticent, he turned around and fiddled with his bedside table, and took out a cash and check book from it.

Nan Zhou found out the pen that was full of ink, and put it on his knee together with the check book.

Sompa raised his head and looked at him dumbly.

Nan Zhou explained: "You broke someone's window glass, and you have to pay for it."

Songpa: "..."

Nanzhou's logic system has always been rigorous.

Breaking the glass of the hotel by yourself is a reasonable way to save your life, but at the same time it also affects the normal business of others.

And it was the ghost sent by Songpa who made him make this unavoidable mistake.

Therefore, I have the responsibility to pay the bill, and it is Songpa who should pay for it, and the hotel has not been maintained for a long time, so I also need to bear part of the responsibility.

So he estimated a relatively reasonable number: "I don't want more, 20 baht."

Songpa's heart was like still water.

fuck you.

Anyway, he was already in the state of wanting to kill and cut you, Songpa signed a 100 million check with his fingertips trembling, tore it off, and threw it on the ground: "Take it. Take it all."

He loves traveling and squandering the most in his life, and he is especially willing to spend a lot of money on research and development of head reduction and increasing knowledge.

Apart from this unshakable place to stay, that's all he has saved on hand.

Nan Zhou looked at the page of the check that he threw on the ground, and was not interested. He turned over a new page and handed it to him: "If you want to pay us for damages, you don't have to pay us an extra 80. It's over. For your affairs, we will leave soon, just give us 10 pocket money."

These words fell into Sompa's ears, which was a fresh and refined way of extorting, and it was really shameless.

But now, what else can Songpa say?

He obediently wrote out a check for 30 yuan and handed it over to Nanzhou properly. He just wanted to get it over with and make it easy.

Nan Zhou handed the check to Li Yinhang for inspection, and asked her to confirm that it was valid, then he put it in the envelope with the ink and pen, intending to transfer it to the person in charge of the hotel so that they can use it by themselves.

Sompa thought that he had almost given up everything outside of him, so he raised his head with a pale face and red eyes, maintaining the last bit of shaky dignity, and asked: "...Is there anything else?"

"Have."

Nan Zhou turned around and took out the yellow clay pot from the suitcase that was used to confuse the driver and create a parallel space: "I want to learn this."

Songpa took a deep breath, and managed to stabilize his blood pressure until his lung tube almost burst.

Push your nose to your face!

He has tried his best to ignore his failure.

But seeing this jar, his heart still throbbed.

This is his skill of pressing the bottom of the box, and it is his most proud masterpiece when he was 20 years old, and it is not one of them.

He killed his master with this head drop curse, inherited this small courtyard, and took over seven or eight assassination deals, and only then did he earn a large fortune enough for him to squander.

I don't know if I should call him the chicken thief of Nanzhou, or if he is extremely astute, he picked his most precious unique skill at a glance.

Sompa took a few deep breaths and thought he had completely calmed down.

He is not even afraid of death, it is impossible to teach anyone the trick of lowering his head, he can only let it rot in his stomach.

After making up his mind, he even changed his mocking tone, leaned back, and said with a sneer: "Aren't you very good at breaking surrenders? I used chain surrenders, and you can crack them. You must be very capable. "

Nanzhou admitted his shortcomings quite humbly and sincerely, and corrected Songpa's words: "I can only defeat them at present, but I can't crack them yet."

Sompa broke through the psychological defense line he had built up with great difficulty on the spot.

He smiled distortedly: "Do you want to learn?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

Sompa raised his voice and said angrily, "Dream it!!"

Nan Zhou: "You're right, that's what I think."

Sompa snorted coldly, tried her best to control the trembling of her legs, and closed her eyes.

He thought that if he refused to cooperate, he was doomed.

But he did not wait until death came.

The process of waiting for death is tormenting, he managed to pluck up the courage and let go like a ball, the cold sweat dripping down made his eyelids ache and heavy, and an impulse made him want to open his eyes and see See what Nanzhou is waiting for.

When he squinted his eyes and looked at Nan Zhou in his thunderous heartbeat, Nan Zhou shot at him without warning.

His fingertips were freshly bitten and the blood was still wet, but they followed the lines and completed the damaged part of the jar.

After reading Sompa's spell notes, he has been able to roughly recognize what each component of the lower head spell pattern on the jar means.

After taking the blood from the jar for his own use, Nan Zhou used a tissue with Songpa's nosebleed on it to touch his Tianling cover.

The white of Songpa's eyes almost fell into the sky cap, and he fell down immediately, without a sound.

The normal space in front of him seemed to be dripped with a drop of ink, and a large area of ​​gorgeous colors was blurred.

The surrounding scenery is dotted and stained, which is obviously still the same real scene, but when you are in it, everyone knows that it is different.

The deserted Suchara Night Market is indeed a good place, with a radius of several kilometers, there is no one to influence.

Nanzhou can study hard in this stagnant time and space.

In this small area of ​​time and space, Nan Zhou moved Songpa, who was stiff and rolled his eyes, out of the bed and placed it on a wicker chair. After thinking for a while, he took out a pillow from the closet and gave it to him. Pad the head.

After making arrangements for him, Nan Zhou said to Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang, "You can clean up a place to sleep first. I'll watch it later."

Li Yinhang responded, obediently took out a clean quilt, and made the bed carefully.

She didn't know that there was a head-down master who enlightened Nanzhou and was shot by Nanzhou from a distance lying on this bed a few days ago, so she was busy and at ease, without any psychological shadow.

Jiang Fang touched his shoulder gently: "Don't be too tired."

Nan Zhou hugged the jar, his eyes were full of study: "Well, I'll go to bed early."

The bed is a large bed with extra sheets, but it is almost as soft as a hotel.

Li Yinhang slept next to the wall, and a curtain was temporarily added in the middle to simply separate a bed.

Jiang Fang slept in the middle of the bed, staring at the back of Nan Zhou sitting in front of the stage, bowing his head to study and sketching patterns, feeling very at ease.

...It seems that they have already stepped out of "Gravity" at this time, and Nan Zhou has found a teaching job outside. When preparing lessons at night, he did not forget to coax him to fall asleep early.

This looks like a home.

A noun that Jiang Fang had left behind long ago and dared not think about it.

After nearly two hours of study, Nan Zhou quietly reached out and turned off the lamp.

In this different space where time is stagnant, the temperature is still different from the outside world, cold and refreshing.

Nan Zhou walked to the bed with a chill in his body, but he didn't rush into the bed, but delayed for a while, rubbing his palms and arms to warm them up, then lightly lifted the corner of the bed, and slipped in like a cat. Afraid that the cold air would hit Jiang Fang.

After he lay down peacefully, Jiang Fang stretched out his fingertips and touched his cold nose and lips.

Nan Zhou turned his face and whispered, "Did I wake you up?"

Jiang Fang hugged him naturally, buried his face in his shoulder, and said softly, "I'm dreaming."

Nan Zhou: "What?"

Jiang Fang showed weakness appropriately: "Dream to take you home. My parents are here."

Nan Zhou blinked.

He didn't know what normal parents should look like, and he didn't think he was annoying, so he wasn't in danger of being annoying to the elders.

After thinking for a while, he asked earnestly, "Then what gift should I bring to my parents?"

After going out, they can go to see Jiang Fang's parents together.

What gift to bring to the grave is also a matter for Nanzhou that needs to be carefully considered, and it can be prepared from now on.

Jiang Fang didn't answer, but just hugged him, with a delicate sweetness in his heart.

Nan Zhou didn't insist on an answer, but just quietly pressed against Jiang Fang's body temperature, feeling very comfortable and at ease.

The two hugged each other and just slept.

They took root in the illusion.

Of course, every 12 hours in this space, there will be a sense of instability and shaking, as if it is about to collapse.

At this time, Nanzhou would cast spells, causing Songpa to bleed some nosebleeds, and continue the formation.

With the trees planted by the predecessors, of course future generations can enjoy the shade.

After about ten days, Nanzhou finally learned this space-type head drop thoroughly.

One night ten days later, Nanzhou prepared meals and woke up Songpa who had rolled his eyes for ten days, thinking about expressing his gratitude to him.

Facing Songpa, whose spirit is like silk and face is like golden paper, Nan Zhou said honestly: "Thank you. I have learned it."

Songpa: "..."

He rolled a literal roll of his eyes and passed out shamelessly.

This time he took the initiative.

Taking advantage of his coma, the three of Nan Zhou didn't waste any time, took a taxi and returned to the hotel to deliver the check.

When Jiang Fang sneaked into the hotel, found the boss's room, and slipped the thin envelope containing the check through the crack of the door, Nan Zhou stood outside the hotel, holding a small piece of egg with pandan leaves, and eating at a constant speed.

At the turn of the street corner, he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing away.

Much like Shao Mingzhe.

...is he still here?

Seeing him walking in a hurry, it seemed that he was eager to find something nearby.

Nan Zhou slowly chewed the fragrant fried egg in his mouth, thinking of his only eye that was exposed under the tight wrapping when he first met Shao Mingzhe.

Vicious, guarded, but with a bit of inexplicable familiarity.

As for why they are familiar, Nan Zhou can't say clearly.

……

Songpa, who woke up again, welcomed Nan Zhou who returned to continue his studies.

This time, Sompa was numb.

Destroy it, hurry up.

Leaning weakly on the bed, he orally taught the secret method of lowering his head one by one, without any desire to hide any secrets.

Anyway, Nanzhou can learn in a flash, everything is empty, why bother to be attached to it.

During the 12 days of teaching, on a certain full moon night, Nanzhou missed a day of class, and Songpa didn't notice anything.

Sompa, who was too weak, was leaning against the head of the bed, his face pale and gray.

He knew that even if he was lucky enough to survive in Nanzhou's hands, he would still suffer a serious illness.

From now on, he really wants to become a monk.

It's boring to be a head-down master.

It's not fun to be a human being.

This time, Nanzhou and the others did not end the task ahead of schedule, but naturally spent a full and pleasant 12-day academic summer camp.

In front of Songpa, who had nothing on his face, Nanzhou and the others accepted the teleportation calmly.

Probably because he has been too stimulated these days, Songpa couldn't muster any strength to be surprised when he saw this miracle-like scene.

...as long as they are happy.

At the same time, Nan Zhou and the others heard the pleasant notification sound of customs clearance.

[Congratulations to the "Cubic Ark" team for completing the dungeon "Evil Falling" and getting 2500 points respectively! 】

[Congratulations to the "Cubic Ark" team, "Tianwai Feixian" team, and player Shao Mingzhe for successfully surviving within the 12-day game time limit, completing the achievement "Devil's Art", and each getting 1000 points! 】

[Congratulations to the "Cubic Ark" team, the "Tianwai Feixian" team, and player Shao Mingzhe, the survival rate reached 100%, and they each received 1000 points! 】

[The "Cubic Ark" team's current mission mainline exploration rate has reached 100%.The degree of completion is 100%, which can be judged as perfect S rank! 】

[DiDi——S-level rewards are 1000 points each and any random item, and the item will be sent to each player’s backpack within three days~]

[Please choose to leave the instance within 3 minutes——]

Before the young couple had time to complain about the upright team name of "Flying Immortals from Heaven", Li Yinhang, who is extremely sensitive to numbers, was the first to notice something wrong: "This..."

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang looked at each other.

……indeed.

In [Xiao Ming's Daily], which is currently the lowest level of overall difficulty, the level of difficulty is 6, and they have obtained 2000 basic points for clearing the level.

Now, why did they gain 3 points in the dungeon of difficulty level 2500?

Jiang Fang took out the dice and rolled it again.

Facing the number "7" that appeared, the three fell silent unanimously.

While they were still thinking about why the dungeon had a fully automatic upgrade function, their transmission time had come.

Therefore, they temporarily chose "Rust City" as the teleportation point.

When the transmission ended, what caught their eyes once again shocked Li Yinhang.

They stayed in the copy for a full 12 days.

And a semi-finished base station built to a height of more than ten meters is standing in the southeast corner of the "Rust City".

Was there a building like this before...?

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