Forces of Temptation

Jiang Fang didn't speak.

Nanzhou followed the existing information and his own ideas and pushed forward.

His voice was quiet, but he spoke a little faster than usual.

So, it should be angry.

"You started planning something from the train. When you got on that train, it was the beginning of the plan."

"You know a lot of people, at least you know the senior who drove us to this hotel."

"That day, we went out to visit the town. It is so big here, why did he meet us so by chance?"

"Does he usually live here? Where did he drive? If he is responsible for welcoming foreigners, what about the people he picks up?"

Jiang Fang asked at the right time: "Perhaps, there are no people in the car who meet the symptoms suitable for living here?"

Nanzhou shook his head: "If he drove back because there was no suitable candidate, then his logic is normal, he can conduct normal questions and answers, his emotions are stable for a long time, his memory is not affected, and he can clearly remember the 200 residents in this area. People, why did they return to the gathering area of ​​aggressive patients at night for no reason, and then met us?"

"He doesn't fit the symptoms of someone who lives here; his address isn't among the 200 people on the map. There's no reason for him to be there."

Jiang Fang laughed: "Well, there are still reasons to say."

Nan Zhou: "What?"

Jiang Fang said: "When I come back at night, I will make a banana split and have a hot hot pot meal. If it is later, I will not be able to eat it."

Nanzhou: "..."

Nan Zhou thought for a while, and felt that he couldn't catch up with the words.

So he gave up decisively and continued the serious topic.

"After I came to the street, I found that this enclosed area is a very standard circular ring. If it is artificially formed, it is meaningless to build it like this. The production capacity and production method cannot be sustained for a long time, so this place can only It is dependent on some kind of power to maintain a short existence."

"The 'senior' said that there is a 'god' in this town."

"...Then, I saw the moon tonight."

This should have been an extremely serious area.

But behind Nan Zhou, the demon's wings were stretched to the extreme, every crimson bone feather was scorching hot, and black feathers fell down in pieces, between the bare feet of the Son of God.

The Holy Son raised his foot and stepped lightly on the devil's toes.

The pious people thought that the fluttering of the wings behind the hazy holy window was the Holy Son expressing goodwill to them, and they all worshiped and recited scriptures, becoming more devout.

Under the blessing of many pure powers of faith, the Son of God bathed his head in snow-white radiance, forcing the demon to whimper in a low voice, but his hands still firmly grasped the Son of God's shoulders, refusing to part with him.

Amidst the demon's trembling, almost crying moan, Nan Zhou asked in a voice:

"What did you bring us here for?"

"Why are you being nice to me these days?"

"Why don't you put it on?"

"There are so many questions. I don't know which one to answer." Jiang Fang pushed his socks-only feet into Nan Zhou's arms comfortably, "Can you pick a point?"

Nan Zhou's fingertips caressed his Adam's apple, causing the hard but soft bulge to float up and down.

Nan Zhou asked softly: "Tell me, can killing you make this end?"

Jiang Fang leaned back and sighed deeply: "Is this punishment?"

Nan Zhou knew what he was talking about.

Jiang Fang once asked him how he would treat him if he really lied to him.

Leaving aside this issue for the time being, what Nanzhou cared about was that Jiang Fang's exposure was too unreasonable.

He clearly knew that he was a character in the story, that he would be in pain on the night of the full moon, and that it was just a night of pain, but he still gave him a full moon shot by an arrow and revealed his identity The bottom was given to him.

Nan Zhou once read a word called Lushui Qingyuan, saying that a relationship is like night dew, which will naturally dissipate as soon as the moonlight ends and the sun comes out.

He has never entered into any relationship with others, so he is inexperienced and always unilaterally recognizes and pays for it.

But now, he vaguely felt confused and flustered.

If he could really leave the town by killing Jiang Fang, then should he kill him?

Where will he go?Where will I go?

Going back to nothing, back to the days when a person was sober, let this relationship that even he didn't understand the specific components become the real dew under the moon, disappearing without a trace?

Ask yourself, it didn't take much time for Nanzhou.

His thinking has always been clear, and he seldom hesitates about one thing.

In fact, a few days ago, when Jiang Fang asked, "If so, what if?", Nan Zhou had an answer in his mind.

He just hid that answer, like hiding a candy.

Seeing that Nan Zhou remained silent for a long time, Jiang Fang lowered his head and licked his lips.

There is still a bit of sugar aroma left on top.

Behind him, the Holy Son and the devil are still entangled.

With the ambiguous voice in the room, he lowered his voice: "But, I said I didn't lie to you, do you believe me?"

... Nanzhou was surprised.

He grabbed Jiang Fang's neckline and almost pressed his face: "I asked you if you have anything to hide from me. You said no."

The moment he got close, the elegant fragrance of tea on Jiang Fang's body surrounded him.

Jiang Fang lifted the hand that was bandaged up to the bottom of the finger, and put it on the back of Nan Zhou's head.

Nan Zhou sensed something was wrong and wanted to avoid it.

"Don't move around." Jiang Fang pressed against Nan Zhou's ear, blowing softly, "My hand hurts."

Nan Zhou really didn't move.

Jiang Fang put his arms around Nan Zhou with one arm, looked him in the eyes, and paused every word: "But, this is something the two of us agreed on. How can something that was agreed in advance be called a lie."

"……what?"

"Besides, I'm not good at deceiving you at all." Jiang Fang kissed the tip of his nose, "In front of you, I obviously deceive myself more."

Jiang Fang twitched his fingers lightly, delivering stimulation to Nanzhou's cerebral cortex in an orderly manner amidst the piercing pain.

The little white peacock in his mind was about to move again, trying to open its tail.

Nan Zhou felt something was wrong.

His cheeks were burning and painful, his waist began to swell, the tide in his body began to meet the moonlight, and a surge began belatedly.

... The glamorous demon behind him blushed, his wings were trembling unbearably, and he wished he could swallow the Son whole.

Jiang Fang seduced Nan Zhou softly: "Actually, we have known each other for a long time. In my heart... I really like it. We made this place together and made this plan together. Before we came in, your hand was still holding My hand. . . . as we are now."

...The Holy Son whispered into the devil's ear, saying something that Nan Zhou couldn't understand.

It was exactly the same as what he heard in his ears now.

The white peacock's tail feathers in Nan Zhou's brain flicked, gently tickling his nerve endings, and returned the reactions of every terminal of the limbs and bones back to Nan Zhou's brain in the original form, and even intensified.

His own voice was distorted even to his own ears: "You lied to me again..."

"Really." Jiang Fang said, "I'm good at deceiving people. But I don't deceive little paper figurines."

The words "little paper figurine" are clearly fragile and beautiful, and somehow touched Nan Zhou's nerves.

The white peacock flicked off its beautiful and huge tail.

Breathing out of order, Nan Zhou strangled Jiang Fang's wrist, violently overturned Jiang Fang on the bed again, and straddled him.

The panting of the Holy Son and the devil blended with them in perfect harmony, making it indistinguishable from each other.

Nan Zhou only loosened the belt a little, and the rest was naturally freed by the turmoil of passion and desire.

Jiang Fang let go of the hand holding the back of his head: "What about you? These days, do you like me a little...?"

Nan Zhou took his palm, which was wrapped in bandages and gauze, brought it to his lips, and placed a light kiss on the wound.

Jiang Fang curled his fingers, as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

"The question you asked me a few days ago, I... tell you the answer."

"If you lie to me, I can forgive you once."

Nan Zhou was out of breath, holding on to the last bit of clarity of mind, but his tone of voice had already begun to be sloppy and ambiguous.

"...Because I seem to really like you a little bit."

Nan Zhou still doesn't really understand what it means to like.

He only knew that he was willing to forgive him once.

Moreover, he is willing to stay with him in the small town and not leave.

But Nanzhou still has clear rewards and punishments.

"I like it, I like it." Nan Zhou announced seriously, "But, I still want to bully you."

Nan Zhou's jet-black hair hung down at the angle of his lowered head.

As soon as this matter started, he encountered a bottleneck.

...he couldn't find the right place.

It's not like he's completely ignorant of the process.

These days Jiang Fang spent time with him, allowing Nan Zhou to intuitively understand a lot of useful knowledge about the human body, and also knew that his external structure was basically the same as his own.

...he was simply not right.

However, because of Nanzhou's spirit of exploration, this somewhat funny oolong has added a lot of lingering lingering for no reason.

During the long time together, the genitals of the two frequently touched each other. Jiang Fang's desire touched the soft flesh between Nan Zhou's genitals and the flower hole several times. This is probably Nan Zhou's sensitive zone. A burst of honest sensual contraction pushed the soft and gorgeous red born of desire all the way to the top of the genitals, showing a beautiful and healthy vitality.

The color is like overturned paint, with a certain degree of permeability and spread.

The hem of Nan Zhou's shirt was pushed open a little, and one could see that even his lower abdomen was stained red with lust.

But unfortunately, his face has not been fully ignited by lust.

He just generally felt the desire in his body conflicting left and right.

There are tens of thousands of turmoil and fire trees and silver flowers in his body, but he doesn't know what to do.

Such repeated probing and retreating actions are no different from the most straightforward provocation to Jiang Fang who has normal desires but has only suppressed them for a long time.

Jiang Fang's Adam's apple rolled quickly and quickly, so he could only clenched his teeth secretly, using a little bit of blood to keep himself sane.

His character is such that he is never willing to be too aggressive and aggressive for the first time.

He believes that his first experience with Nanzhou should be perfect and harmonious, without coercion, without panic, and everything will happen step by step.

Let Nanzhou enjoy it at the very beginning, so that we can talk about it later.

Therefore, Jiang Fang's desire was rushing to drain, his chest and lower abdomen were burning with a blazing fire, but his expression was still gentle as usual, the palm of his fingertips wrapped in bandages pressed against Nan Zhou's shivering, shivering, hot and tight chest like charcoal fire. On the lower abdominal muscles, he asked, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Nan Zhou didn't understand his painstaking efforts, and urged, "You should move too."

With that said, Nan Zhou touched back, and his fingertips hurriedly brushed his waist, nipples, including his erect genitals.

Jiang Fang choked up, grabbed the silver decoration on the choker with one hand, and let the leather straps rub against the bed rails to make two sharp creaking sounds, before he managed to maintain his decency and reason: " Well--"

Nan Zhou didn't notice.

He goes back and references the demons in the movie.

The holy son has silver hair and snow skin, very much like Jiang Fang.

Except for the pale face and the darkness covering the whole body, the demon just happened to be the same as himself.

The Holy Son has penetrated deep into the devil's hinterland, and the two have obviously had sex many times. When the camera was shot in close-up, the devil's cavity was rubbed red, and the desire that the Holy Son shouldn't have had been swallowed to the bottom end.

The Holy Son suddenly opened its snow-white wings, which were stronger than the devil's, completely covering the devil's wings, and wrapped them in the shadow of his own wings, making the congregation even more crazy.

They firmly believe that it is the power of their faith that makes the Holy Son more powerful.

So, they sang praises to the purity of the Holy Son even more frantically, clasped their hands in front of their bodies, and sang blessing hymns.

Obviously, Nanzhou missed the most important reference segment.

They are already behind schedule.

On the other side, after taking a deep breath, Jiang Fang reminded: "This is not acceptable."

Nan Zhou put his hands on his chest, lowered his head to study carefully, and replied at the same time: "I know."

Jiang Fang maintained the posture of being detained, and taught in a very soft tone: "...you can try to open your back a little bit."

Nan Zhou raised his head and met a pair of sincere eyes.

He nodded: "Oh, I see."

Instructed by Jiang Fang's gaze, Nan Zhou leaned forward and took out a tube of ointment from the bedside drawer.

The paste is very soft and warm when squeezed in the palm of the hand, exuding a faint aroma of sweet cream.

Nan Zhou didn't know how much to use, and he didn't hate the smell, so he squeezed half of the tube into his palm, rubbed vigorously, and used the heat of his palm to help emulsify the paste.

Let the paste melt into a transparent color, he groped behind him, twirled with one finger, and pressed lightly near the hole.

After probing for a while, Nan Zhou said in relief: "It's a little tight, just wait a little longer."

But a special ingredient in the ointment caused Nan Zhou to have a drug reaction first.

The pale pink acupuncture point widened slightly by a fingertip began to tremble slightly, and the slight itchiness went all the way to the depths, stimulating the elastic inner wall to secrete fine water, and the crisp itching along the tailbone Climbing all the way up, subtle sparks of desire were pierced on Nanzhou's cerebral cortex.

He bit his lower lip, and the buttocks on Jiang Fang's thigh contracted significantly.

He was itching uncomfortably, but because he was good at enduring it, he didn't express his discomfort, and obediently pushed the second finger into the shrinking cavity like a small mouth.

Now, for that uncultivated land, it is indeed much more difficult than entering with a single finger.

Fortunately, with lubrication and softening, I didn't suffer much.

Nan Zhou twirled his fingers and made a gurgling water sound that made people blush and heartbeat.

Nan Zhou didn't know where he got so much water, he felt suspicious, subconsciously withdrew his hand, and crystal clear dew dripped from the widened hole.

Nan Zhou was stunned.

He has a deeply developed curiosity about his own body.

But all of this... It seems that it shouldn't have happened in front of Jiang Fang.

This was supposed to be an intimate exploration.

The redness from the initial point of desire finally climbed to his face, ears and lips.

Nan Zhou, who was blushing and expanding for himself, was like an apple that gradually matured from green, and its body began to fill with heart-pounding redness and juice.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed in a third finger.

Every inch of the wet, soft and warm place was filled, and the wrinkles were almost flattened to the point of smoothness.

The feeling of fullness made Nanzhou's toes tense unconsciously.

But no matter how he pumped and crushed, the itchy spot was always going deep, and it was always a little bit worse.

But even with such a simple self-introduction, Nan Zhou's eyes gradually became blurred, and he was almost stimulated by himself to ejaculate.

Jiang Fang paid attention to his expression, and at the right time, he raised his injured hand and accurately blocked Nan Zhou's swollen and red genitals, which had already begun to tremble.

The orgasm that Nan Zhou was about to ejaculate was forcibly interrupted, and the lower abdomen immediately contracted with heat in protest.

Layers of heat waves licked his body tenderly and savagely, and thousands of threads of love bound his body from the inside.

He was hot and confused on the one hand.

He lowered his head and saw that Jiang Fang's slender thumb, which was tightly wrapped in bandages, was pressed against the key part of the eruption of desire.

Jiang Fang barely moved, just lifted his chin slightly, showing him a perfect smile.

Every inch of his body, his hair, his fingers, his neck, was filled with invitations.

Under the illumination of the strange moonlight piercing the heart with an arrow, both of them were very silent.

The movement in the movie may be louder than their voices.

They are two volcanoes embracing each other silently, with boiling hot magma surging inside and erupting at an unknown time.

Nan Zhou thought, he probably guessed what he needed to do.

He pulled out his fingers, but he refused to put his water-stained hands on Jiang Fang's body.

So he put one hand on the folds of his shirt that were piled up messily on his lower abdomen, leaving a faint fingerprint on the corner of the snow-white shirt.

The tunnel that has just been widened is soft and warm, and the little water from the depths is stored at the entrance of the cave, which happens to be the best lubrication.

This time, Nanzhou finally succeeded.

But what failed was that Nanzhou's careful expansion allowed Jiang Fang to head in.

The sheet under Jiang Fang's palm suddenly tightened.

At the moment when the two had intercourse, they both groaned at the same time, but because the sound and pleasure came at the same time, they both thought that the sound coming from the other's mouth was their own desire.

Nan Zhou was in pain, his thigh muscles tensed up, his palm made a palm print on his shirt, his breathing became unstable, and he began to think about whether he should give up halfway.

This is the instinct of living things to fear pain and avoid harm.

But Jiang Fang grabbed his waist that was stretched like a stone with one hand in time, and pumped his fists encouragingly to comfort him for a while.

In the end, Nanzhou still did not escape.

He covered his stomach and tilted his body slightly.

From this angle, he felt the scorching heat and contraction inside his body in detail and intuitively with the palm of his hand.

The genitals belonging to Jiang Fang moved slightly in his body.

At first, he felt that this force was the murderous blade that split him from it.

But Nan Zhou quickly realized with animal-like keen intuition that it was not malicious, it was just wrapped in his body, and it existed tenderly in the warm soft flesh, sucking and tasting him like a small animal drinking water. source of life.

The demon on the screen behind him gasped, so Nan Zhou obediently let go of his clenched teeth: "Ha..."

Jiang Fang endured the pain of being bitten and the faint joy, and comforted him in a gentle voice like a truly kind and loving son: "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, take your time, you do it great one”

Nanzhou did it for a while, rested for a while, and felt that he was almost used to it, so he tried to sit a little deeper.

With his current physical condition, at most, he can only swallow half of Jiang Fang's genitals.

Because he was able to control the rhythm, Nan Zhou quickly felt a little bit of fun.

And after silently figuring out a certain point and Nan Zhou's excessively honest sipping movements, Jiang Fang also began to cooperate with Nan Zhou's movements consciously or unconsciously, slowly moving his waist.

The tides in his body came rhythmically one after another, and the endless warmth poured into his nipples, earlobe, and back of his neck with redness.

Nan Zhou's mental power was originally a value that even the system could hardly define. Now it is completely dominated by desires, and his mind is confused, but his perceptions are extremely clear.

The small tremors of the skin caused by the sweat beads falling down, the undulating arc of the lower abdomen under the palm, and the subtle sound of water squeaking between tightening and relaxing when the deep acupoints are being pounded...

Nanzhou has rarely spoken out.

He has always been very tolerant, those desires were contained on the tip of his tongue, and he never poured them out.

But when the waves in his body became heavier, he found that he could no longer bear it.

The genitals that were about to vent were trembling in front of them, and the redness was almost ripe, as long as they were easily squeezed, juice would burst out.

He stared at his tall and swollen genitals, and let out a small moan from his nasal cavity, without any specific content, just trembling "um", "um", with a bit of grievance and confusion.

And Jiang Fang poured all of it into Nan Zhou's body under unprecedented pleasure.

The spirit and body of the two reached a climax almost at the same time.

They hugged each other quietly, Nan Zhou leaned on Jiang Fang's body, his shoulders rose and fell with his quiet breathing.

Jiang Fang touched his ears and comforted him repeatedly, making his ears red and attractive.

The long drought meets the rain, and they are young again.

Just hugging and touching rekindled their longing.

Nanzhou felt strangely that Jiang Fang's avatar was gradually flourishing again in his body, successfully igniting the remaining fire.

When he was slack, Jiang Fang took out a stethoscope from the bedside table, put it on him with one hand, and put the stethoscope head against his slightly bulging lower abdomen.

When the cold touch touched his lower abdomen, Nan Zhou trembled, opened his eyes, and straightened his waist.

With the earhooks on, he looked confused and didn't know why.

It wasn't until he heard the ambiguous sound of water coming from the slight movement of the residue in his lower abdomen that Nan Zhou raised his eyebrows, turned his face away, and pressed Jiang Fang, who was chuckling mischievously, with one hand.

Don't play like that.

But Jiang Fang covered Nanzhou under him.

——His hand, which was tied to the railing at the head of the bed, has been freed by himself.

He straightened the diagnosis line for Nan Zhou, and let the stethoscope rest on his bulging belly: "Leave it to me. You have to listen carefully, understand?"

Nan Zhou nodded and hummed.

Jiang Fang smiled, brushed away Nan Zhou's sweat-drenched hair, exposed his sweaty forehead, and kissed him tenderly.

...Since Nanzhou has adapted to this rhythm, now it's his turn to play at home.

Outside the window, there are long and short intertwined cicadas, and the light and warm fragrance of grass and trees after the leaves are baked by the sun.

Early summer has passed, and summer has finally come.

……

Early in the morning, when Jiang Fang tiptoed to close the door and came out, he happened to meet Yuan Mingqing who was staring at a painting in the corridor in a daze.

Jiang Fang took the initiative to greet him: "Good morning."

Yuan Mingqing muttered all night, but after tossing and turning for a long time, he couldn't think of a better idea except to die together.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to lose. He knew that he was caught in a trap and boarded a thief's boat.

But when the destination of the pirate ship coincided with his, he could only take one ride.

Perhaps, this is the ultimate goal of Nanzhou and the others in this arrangement.

Because his mind was settled, his attitude became much more natural: "You guys are quite capable of making trouble."

Jiang Fang stretched comfortably in front of him, and gave a shameless reply: "Not enough, less than half."

The infinite meaning and joy contained in this laziness made Yuan Mingqing almost roll his eyes.

With the devil's teachings, Nan Zhou, who considered himself a little devil, faced his silver-haired son and took a copy of the example.

Last night, Jiang Fang, who is a "god", took out a stethoscope from the bedside table during the process, put it on Nan Zhou with one hand, and put the stethoscope head on his slightly bulging lower abdomen.

Nan Zhou, who was wearing earrings, looked confused and didn't know why.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of water coming from his lower abdomen that Nan Zhou raised his eyebrows, and pressed Jiang Fang, who was chuckling mischievously, with one hand, not allowing him to do anything wrong again.

In the middle of the night, when the story of the Holy Son and the Devil was broadcast for the third time, Nan Zhou limped and carried Jiang Fang to the bathroom.

He still adheres to that set of firm self-logic, and feels that those above him should be responsible.

While waiting for the water to fill up, he held the diary and wrote down some of his experiences.

Jiang Fang wanted to see it, so he showed it too.

But after Jiang Fang accidentally smiled, Nan Zhou frowned and snatched the notebook back without showing it to him.

The refreshed Jiang Fang looked at the painting that Yuan Mingqing was looking at just now.

…that’s Van Gogh’s Sunflowers.

Jiang Fang: "Do you understand painting?"

Yuan Mingqing: "We have transmitted all the information about your knowledge and books before we came."

Jiang Fang said with a smile: "It seems that with knowledge, it takes up the brain."

Yuan Mingqing: "..." You fucking.

Jiang Fang stood side by side with him, looking at the brightly colored sunflower in a good mood: "When will you tell me about 'you'?"

Yuan Mingqing laughed dryly: "Instead of caring about 'us', you should think about yourself. The game party won't just accept it like that. When you go out, it will be a bad battle."

"Don't be so alien. You are 'us' now."

Jiang Fang patted him on the shoulder generously: "If you are too far-fetched, it will not be good for winning in the future."

……

"Paper Gold", Douzhuan Casino, VIP Room.

Qu Jinsha is still wearing a black Tang suit with red buttons, which looks even more affluent. Half of his eyes are naturally smiling, and the other half are due to the rich cheeks. When the facial muscles relax, they will naturally bend, just like the benevolent God of Wealth in the New Year painting.

Gambling casinos that have always been crowded with people, and gold-selling caves that are full of drunken dreams, because the signal towers began to be built, many wandering people have goals, and the traffic of customers has dropped a lot for a while.

Fortunately, the daily income is still considerable, at least after paying the high point rent, there is still a lot of surplus.

It was vaguely noisy outside, but the VIP room was extremely quiet.

Opposite Qu Jinsha were two men in black suits, each with five cards in front of them.

Four of them have been opened.

They have a strange temperament, exuding an inorganic quality of pretending to be polite: "Congratulations, Boss Qu, you are now number one in the single player ranking."

Boss Qu revealed the last hole card on his side.

Because of his fat, his smile lines don't look very obvious, just a kind of relaxing, pure beaming: "Hi, you're very welcome. Fullhouse. Sorry."

He pretended not to understand what the two men had come for.

But those two didn't have the slightest plan to flop, they just stared straight at Qu Jinsha.

Qu Jinsha knew that he couldn't escape, so he leaned back and opened the skylight: "I want to know, why should I seek refuge with you?"

One of them smiled: "What you should want to know is why we set up a single-player list, just to deal with emergencies and facilitate team formation."

Qu Jinsha smiled and said: "So, what unexpected situation did you encounter? It forced you to activate this plan B?"

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①Fullhouse: A type of card in the chess and card category, the size is second to a straight flush and four of a kind