Forces of Temptation

Stopping on the streets that were empty of prosperity, Nanzhou stopped and looked back.

He witnessed the moment when "Dou Zhuan" fell and the lights went out.

There seems to be nothing special, but the moon is brighter than before.

Nan Zhou turned back and saw Jiang Fang was discussing where to eat with Li Yinhang, with a semi-permanent smile on his lips.

Ever since he left "Douzhuan", Jiang Fang never looked back.

The glass of fine wine worth hundreds of points, the seemingly intimate Boss Qu who clinked with him before leaving, and the gold burning cave that they destroyed with their own hands, after Jiang Fang escaped, it was no longer worth his investment. a glance.

Nan Zhou became more and more curious.

He knew that Jiang Fang was cold, suspicious, selfish, and sometimes even cunning, despicable, and vicious.

Nan Zhou never hated him like this.

In Nan Zhou's eyes, human beings are extremely fragile creatures.

As long as they don't take the initiative to hurt others, they have sufficient reasons to use various means to protect themselves.

Jiang Fang was just the one in the middle who could protect himself well and treat him well.

That's pretty darn good.

But, just as Qu Jinsha wondered, why does such a person have the energy to like others?

Especially when that person is himself.

Nan Zhou was not inferior, but just confused.

While thinking, Nan Zhou suddenly heard a voice approaching: "Teacher Nan?"

He raised his face, almost touching Jiang Fang's cheek.

Jiang Fang tapped his forehead lightly with his index finger: "Let's go."

Nan Zhou could see his movements clearly, but he couldn't help but tilt his head back.

He touched his forehead and asked, "Where are you going?"

"The celebration banquet."

Although there is still a completely unknown dungeon waiting for them next, but this time they went to the casino, they did achieve unprecedented success. "All of them, the points on hand doubled directly.

It really deserves a little celebration.

Nan Zhou lowered his hands: "Okay. Where are we going?"

……

The night of "Homeland Island" carries the fragrance of vegetation, dew, stars and moon, everything is vivid and charming.

An unknown merle bird with a small yellow beak raised its neck and sang endlessly with great interest. After singing for a long while, it seemed that it just remembered that this was not the time to let it make noise, and immediately shy away. With a groan, feeling ashamed, he spread his wings and flew away.

Unlike "Paper Gold", "Homeland Island" has never been a city of night.

At night, the merchants are closed and locked, and everyone goes home to sleep peacefully, returning the night to nature.

But this kind of tranquility is just suitable for shaking off the prosperity and exhaustion brought by "paper gold".

On the open lawn covered with night dew, a huge and soft waterproof cloth was laid out to make a picnic mat.

A dozen sherbets sit on the edge of the cushion.

I bought this from "Zhijin", and the alcohol content is extremely low. It is said to be wine, but it is actually fruity sparkling water.

A row of evenly spread charcoal fire roasts out the meat fragrance that permeates the world.

The soft moonlight made their sky lanterns.

Nan Zhou bit an apple, lay flat on a corner of the picnic cloth, calmly looked up at the near-full moon, and listened to quiet human voices.

Chen Sufeng squatted on the side to skewer, and neatly stacked the skewered meat skewers, chicken wings and vegetables on the iron plate.

Facing the sizzling chicken wings with burnt corners, Li Yinhang frowned, and carefully snipped off the scorched corners with scissors to cover up his mistake.

Nan Zhou turned over and looked at the other end of the lawn.

Because Yuan Mingqing knew that he was out of place, he simply tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, sitting quietly on the lawn, thinking about his own thoughts.

Shao Mingzhe finally met his longing for Nanjixing.

One person and one mouse squatted on the lawn, looking at each other, observing each other, with the same posture and expression, a little guarded in the temptation.

It was Shao Mingzhe who took the initiative to stretch out his finger, and gently hung it on Nan Jixing's forehead.

Nan Jixing tilted his head, feeling that he understood what he meant.

It opened its mouth, and with one bite, Shao Mingzhe's finger was bleeding out.

... Shao Mingzhe was stunned.

After recovering, he silently chased Nanjixing up and down on the lawn.

A palisade of clouds faintly imprisoned the moonlight.

Nan Zhou took a deep breath.

The moist breath of the soil and grass roots close at hand rushed into his nostrils, softening his nerves little by little.

Suddenly, there was a warmth around him.

Jiang Fang lay sideways beside him: "Do you remember? This is Yi Shuige's handwriting."

Of course Nanzhou remembered.

The day he first met Yi Shuige, he declared his family background. He was the design consultant for the "Homeland Island" module.

In his hands, the NPCs and players of "Homeland Island" live an idyllic life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. As long as the plan is proper, everyone can live a good life of self-sufficiency.

Of course, there are still some challenges in life. For example, when choosing a tower defense game, the player has the risk of injury, and of course there is a chance of bursting rare seeds.

For most players, this is just a place of peace that can greatly satisfy their collection addiction. It is closer to nature than "Paper Gold" and "Rust City", has more realistic value than "Squirrel Town", and is more realistic than "Ancient City State". Less strife.

Nan Zhou couldn't help but think of the young man who was always cheerful and happy to be a vigilante with blood on his hands, wearing brown sunglasses.

Is this paradise the "homeland" in Yi Shuige's dream?

Nan Zhou thought, the human heart is indeed a very complicated thing.

Yi Shuige, who likes to kill and stop killing, yearns for rural life, and Jiang Fang, who has always been pragmatic, also likes little paper figurines.

Because Nan Zhou looked at him with too focused eyes, the keen Jiang Fang easily caught the clue.

He smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Nan Zhou said bluntly, "Look at you."

Jiang Fang lowered his voice very softly: "What were you thinking when you looked at me?"

"Thinking you like me."

While talking, Nan Zhou subconsciously touched his lower abdomen, and slowly traced along the traces and shapes that Jiang Fang had pushed into.

It was just a meeting that happened in a dream, but Nan Zhou's painting talent and memory were enough for him to perfectly restore every ups and downs and movements at that time.

He had no idea how naive and obscene his actions were.

Noticing his movements, Jiang Fang's Adam's apple moved slightly, coughed lightly, and grabbed his wrist. Just as he was about to say something to distract himself, Nan Zhou asked, "...but why?"

Before, Nan Zhou had never thought deeply about why Jiang Fang liked him.

If it's just the partner I yearned for in childhood, planting an apple tree for him would be enough.

And Jiang Fang gave him the feeling that he loved him before the two met on the bus.

Combined with the context, Jiang Fang understood Nan Zhou's question.

But when it comes to the active topic of "like", Jiang Fang is still a little reluctant to express.

He bypassed the straight ball sent by Nanzhou: "Why, don't you think you don't look good?"

Nanzhou affirmed: "It looks good."

Jiang Fang couldn't help laughing: "So confident?"

Nan Zhou approached Jiang Fang, whispered firmly, "I compared it with others, and I am pretty."

Jiang Fang held back a smile and asked, "Do you think you have a bad personality?"

Nan Zhou: "I think it's okay."

Jiang Fang: "Do you think you're not smart enough?"

Nan Zhou: "I don't think so."

Jiang Fang: "Good-looking, smart, and good-natured, isn't that enough to make people like it?"

Nan Zhou had one thing in mind and said, "But I..."

Before Nan Zhou could finish his work, Li Yinhang turned around with the first plate of freshly baked barbecue, smoky: "It's time to eat."

Shao Mingzhe sat on a tree far away, with his slender legs hanging down naturally, swinging in the air like a swing, and had no intention of participating in their party.

The other five sat around together.

The composition of these five people is extremely complicated. Humans, high-dimensional people, and paper people have different relationships.

But when they were enjoying skewers and drinking freely under the same sky, their moods invariably drew closer to each other.

Li Yinhang drank the fruit wine in one gulp, and the refreshing feeling seeped into his stomach all the way.

The slight smell of alcohol made her let out a "ha" from the bottom of her heart.

She asked, "What wish do you all want to make?"

No matter what kind of moth the game party plans to arrange for them, at present, they are probably only one copy left before the final victory.

Their team of five was also assembled.

She didn't think it was too much to talk about wishes.

She gestured and said: "Since everyone can make a wish, as long as our wishes do not conflict with each other, can we form a big wish?"

This is indeed very ideal.

But there is one thing that everyone didn't say.

The prerequisite for making a wish smoothly is that all five of them must pass the final checkpoint alive.

Of course, no one would pick a job that would spoil the scenery at this time.

Li Yinhang took the lead in expressing his positive attitude: "I hope that all the people who died because of "Gravity" will come back to life."

Yuan Mingqing took a bite of the meat, chewed it slowly, and said, "I haven't made up my wish yet."

He was indeed hesitating whether to terminate the contract or save Tang and Song.

He added: "...In short, it won't hurt your interests."

Jiang Fang said with a smile: "No problem, Mr. Yuan will be the first to make a wish. Even if you make a wish that is not good for us, we can at least make a wish so that your wish does not come true."

Yuan Mingqing knew that his position was not trustworthy, and he only raised the corner of his mouth politely to Jiang Fang's guard, and did not refute.

"Brother Yu's wish was made at the beginning, it was to revive my brother."

Chen Sufeng also opened his mouth and said: "As for me, I have already thought about it a long time ago. I want Brother Yu's leg to get better. Now there is a small problem. If Miss Li can bring back all the dead people, then I will let me My brother came back to life. No matter how you say it, one wish must be fulfilled."

He raised the wine glass surrounded by cold dewdrops, drank it down, wiped the corner of his lips, and said vaguely: "As long as you can come back to life, that's fine."

Having said this, the atmosphere became a little dignified.

Jiang Fang held his chin: "Me, I haven't made up my mind yet. After all, I only have one wish, so I should choose it carefully. Just skip me first."

He looked at Nan Zhou: "Teacher Nan, what about you?"

Nan Zhou said: "My wish was made at the wishing pool from the very beginning."

Jiang Fang smiled casually and asked, "What is it?"

In the past, when asking him this question, Nanzhou often chose to avoid answering.

But this time, Nan Zhou gave an honest answer: "I want to become a human."

Now, Li Yinhang was really curious: "Why?"

She did remember that Nanzhou made his wish at the very beginning of the game, and also won a useless easter egg.

But at that time, according to the timeline, he had just escaped from "Eternal Day", where would he come from?

Hearing this wish, Jiang Fang's hand, which was surprisingly stable from beginning to end in the casino, shook violently as if being pricked by a needle, and spilled some wine.

It's just that in the darkness, no one noticed his gaffe.

"I don't quite know."

Nan Zhou tried hard to recall, but only a vague impression remained.

This was the first wish that popped up in Nan Zhou's mind when he was told "make a wish and it will come true".

What is the reason.

Nan Zhou tried hard to recall, but found that the answer was like a needle prick, and it hurt a little when it landed on his heart.

He stroked his chest slightly and replied:

"It seems to be because someone told me that if I were human, it would be fine."