Forces of Temptation

Nan Jixing was startled suddenly in a chaotic dream, turned over and sat up.

Because he hugged Li Yinhang's fingers as a whole mouse, and was thin-skinned, he was embarrassed to get too close to people, so he almost slept sideways, with his hind paws resting on the edge of the bed.

Sitting down, he threw himself directly under the bed.

When he got up in a daze, he put his bare arm on the edge of the bed, and put his other hand on his forehead.

When he saw his human fingers clearly, the golden pattern on his face suddenly lit up.

……Oops.

He has long been used to the human simulation body, and after this fall, he subconsciously transformed himself into a human form again.

He hurriedly looked at Li Yinhang, hoping that her embarrassment would not be seen by her.

As a result, as soon as he raised his face, he bumped into Li Yinhang, who had not been able to fall asleep, and stared wide-eyed.

Nanjixing was stunned for a long time, and the golden pattern instantly lit up like a night light.

He clearly promised that she would not become a human...

He suddenly changed into a human being, naked, he was speechless for a while, then simply lowered his body, slid under the bed, stuck his head in his arms, and assumed the posture of being beaten to death and refusing to come out again.

Li Yinhang just closed his eyes and dozed off. After being woken up by his movement, he only saw half of his body naked, sitting on the ground blankly looking at her.

Before she could react, the person disappeared voluntarily.

Li Yinhang was stunned for a while, not angry, but amused by his reaction.

Nan Jixing's face was flushed by her smile, and a corner of her disheveled blond hair was highlighted.

Through the soft mattress, he could feel Li Yinhang on the bed moving, as if he had moved to the side of the bed.

She called him softly, "Hi."

Nan Jixing closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Li Yinhang knocked on the bedside table: "Come out."

Nan Jixing was so ashamed that he even forgot how to code it, buried his steaming face in his arms, and said softly, "Wait for me, change back."

Li Yinhang bowed, handed a towel and was brought in.

Li Yinhang: "No need. Just be more comfortable."

3 minute later.

Nan Jixing, who wrapped herself tightly with a quilt from head to toe, only showing a cold and handsome face, looked at Li Yinhang who was leaning on the head of the bed.

In order to show his calmness, he stared at her firmly, resolutely refusing to take the initiative to look away.

Looking at his golden cheeks, Li Yinhang couldn't bear it anymore.

"I can't sleep, let's talk," she said.

As soon as "talking" was mentioned, Nanjixing became unhappy.

He said depressedly: "I can't, talk."

"Speak slowly." Li Yinhang looked at the drooping ears on both sides of the depressed young man with blond hair, and comforted him, "It's okay, you speak a little bit, and I will listen a little bit."

"...the night is very long."

Nan Jixing hugged her knees and buried the lower half of her face in the soft quilt: "What am I talking about?"

After getting so close, Li Yinhang realized that even his eyelashes were golden.

She encouraged softly: "It's okay. I will listen to whatever you want to say."

Nanjixing was silent for a long time this time.

There was silence until Li Yinhang thought that this conversation would be a stalemate and one of them would fall asleep first, he said: "Let me tell you something about them."

……

NJStar cannot use complex vocabulary.

His mind has always been simple, and occasionally he would get angry because he couldn't accurately throw himself into Nan Zhou's hands, or because the apple was not sweet enough, he would hold the apple and feel extremely depressed.

Even in his saddest time, as long as Nan Zhou is willing to come over and touch his head with his fingertips, everything will be fine.

It was a matter of course that he left Neverland with Nan Zhou.

It's good to have a prosperous world, but he just wants to stay in Nan Zhou's arms and share a bite of his apple.

He watched Jiang Fang ignorantly rejecting Nan Zhou's overtures, watching Jiang Fang try to push him out to make friends, watching him push Nan Zhou away time and time again, but he would take advantage of Nan Zhou's deep sleep in the middle of the night, for a long time. And looked at his face tenderly, until he came to his senses, turned his back pretending to be strong, as if in this way, an insurmountable boundary between Chuhe and Han could be drawn between the two.

With his small brain, Nan Jixing couldn't analyze the purpose of Jiang Fang's behavior no matter what.

He just felt that Jiang Fang didn't seem to like Nan Zhou as much as Nan Zhou liked him.

After reaching this conclusion, Nan Jixing was very angry, thinking that Jiang Fang was blind.

After ".", Nan Zhou went to meet Jiang Fang once and admired the moon with him after entering the dungeon full of western fantasy.

Before this, they often do such things.

Nanjixing didn't feel anything, and ran excitedly to pick fruit in the nearby dense forest.

When you leave, everything is as usual.

When Nan Jixing came back, the atmosphere between the two changed.

Jiang Fang went to wash up in silence, while Nan Zhou sat by the window, quietly looking in the direction of the suspension bridge.

Nanjixing came back with two small red fruits, one in his mouth and the other in his arms. He wanted to ask for credit from Nanzhou, but when he noticed that the atmosphere was different, he hid in the On the treetops outside, the tops of the trees were pressed down and swayed, swinging.

Nan Zhou quickly met his gaze.

He leaned half out of the window, stretched out his arms, and built a bridge.

Nan Jixing obediently climbed onto his tiger's mouth and squatted down.

Because he was found to be in a low mood.

Even if Nanzhou doesn't have any expression fluctuations, Nanjixing can still find it.

Nan Zhou asked him: "Nan Jixing, I'm separated from Brother Fang, will you follow me or him?"

Nan Jixing didn't say anything, first hugged Nan Zhou's wrist, took the initiative to express his position, and then asked him with his eyes:

……why?

At that time, Nan Zhou only knew that he was human, but did not know that one day he would transform into a human form.

But he will still explain the reason to him well: "I want to find a way to get close to the power behind the game. I want to become a human being."

Nanjixing expressed doubts.

He felt that Nanzhou was already very human.

And he was gentler, nicer, and better looking than the humanoids they met along the way.

Nan Jixing rubbed against his wrist, and called out twice.

What's so good about being a human being.

"Is it good to maintain the status quo?"

Nan Zhou looked at his hands and feet: "Look. I was a child before. I will be old too."

"I might die on the wandering road, at the hands of a certain monster. Rather than being like that, I might as well die on the road of pursuing a free world."

Nan Jixing held his hand and stared at him.

Nan Zhou and him looked at each other for a moment, then tapped his forehead lightly with his index finger: "Okay, I won't say death."

Nanjixing is still puffy.

Nanzhou: "Okay, I will take you with me. I will take you with me wherever I go."

Nanjixing was happy now, and happily passed the red fruit forward, intending to share it with him.

Then one person and one mouse were numb with half of their cheeks numb by the fruit so astringent that it made people cry, and Jiang Fang, who couldn't laugh or cry, dragged them into the bathroom to rinse their mouths obediently.

After the two talked at night, nothing seemed to have changed.

They still live together, eat together, and discuss dungeon missions together.

No one talked about what happened after leaving.

It's just that Jiang Fang stared at the sleeping Nanzhou for a longer time.

Nan Jixing couldn't analyze that complex gaze, and couldn't judge whether Jiang Fang wanted to engrave Nan Zhou's figure more clearly in his mind, or was rehearsing the whole process of binding Nan Zhou with his sight.

Nan Jixing even found a pair of silver handcuffs in Jiang Fang's pocket.

He couldn't figure out what Jiang Fang wanted to do, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Even the handcuffs, for Nan Zhou, can be broken with a simple twist.

No one can lock his heart unless he is willing to lock it with his heart.

NJStar has very little involvement in their dungeon process.

It will only sleep on all fours, come out to look for food when it's time to eat, eat up its stomach, and continue to sleep soundly.

Nan Zhou would only release him when the situation was urgent.

He was responsible for gnawing off the opponent's head in one bite, and then he could continue to sleep after being held down by Nan Zhou and wiping his mouth.

What's more, the plot of this dungeon is really peaceful.

A duke and a priest live across the bridge without disturbing each other.

Both sides are at peace.

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang, as the priests of the church, only need to do some duties, and go to the suspension bridge every day to deliver daily tokens to them.

Nan Jixing felt bored even staying with Nan Zhou, so he simply stayed in the room, covered with a big quilt, went to the restaurant to find some sacrament to eat when he woke up, and then went out to play by himself, swinging around with thin vines.

He didn't think there would be anyone Nan Zhou couldn't handle, so he slept peacefully.

Because of this, when the glass of the church was smashed suddenly one day, Nanjixing was quite calm.

He got up in a jiffy, slowly turning the thought of "finally fighting" in his heart, lying on the comfortable and soft quilt with his front paws, fully stretched his waist, and comfortable every inch of his joints Stretched out comfortably, he took small steps out of the room, jumped onto the handrail of the spiral staircase exuding a faint woody fragrance, and looked leisurely at the broken statue of the Virgin Mary in the church.

He saw that Nan Zhou's head rested on the fragment of the Virgin's head, and a mouthful of blood was sprinkled on the ground, making his already photochemical skin even paler.

Nanjixing was stunned.

His paw stepped on the banister of the stairs uneasily, as if intending to speed up and escape from this ridiculous nightmare.

This is a dream, right?

Apart from dreaming, is there any rationality in this scene?

When he looked at Nan Zhou, Nan Zhou also looked at him.

He gestured for him to run.

Nan Jixing's movements froze.

Because Nan Zhou also got up quickly and rushed out together.

Nan Jixing took two deep breaths, no longer hesitated, turned around and rushed back to the bedroom, jumped down from the wide open window, spread out the small and thin hang glider, overlooking the world where he suddenly fell into purgatory when he woke up.

He has always been obedient.

Nan Zhou told him to run, but didn't ask him to help, that was because he could handle it.

When he went, he could only bind his hands and feet.

Those who stayed with them on this side of the church are all dead.

The young man who once dared to touch Nan Zhou's long legs under Jiang Fang's eyes of wanting to kill someone fell on the lawn.

The man with earrings, who was naughty and naughty, but always stood by Jiang Fang's side, fell in front of the steps.

Song Haining, who was sincere, gentle, gentle, and would often bring him desserts, fell under a tree.

They were lying quietly on the ground, either prone or on their backs. Their deaths were not too hideous, but their necks were uniformly twisted to the side at an impossible angle.

Nan Jixing staggered and stopped the car on a branch of a tree. Because he moved too fast, he almost fell off the tree.

Until now, he still thinks this is a dream.

Who can hurt Nanzhou?

Who can kill so many people?

What exactly happened?

What interrupted Nanjixing's thoughts was the raging black smoke that could not be ignored even if there were layers of trees blocking it.

Nanjixing breathed a sigh of relief, shuttled through the trees like a small cannonball, and soon arrived at the place where the suspension bridge could be seen.

A fire ignited on the suspension bridge connecting the two banks.

Iron chains, hemp ropes, steel, and wooden boards were burned uniformly, making a teeth-stinging sound.

squeak--

squeak--

The black hot air continued to rise upwards.

Under the bridge, there is an abyss, rocks, and a swift river.

Anyone falling from such a height has no other way to go except to be smashed to pieces.

The east of the bridge is the church, and the west of the bridge is the castle of the Duke.

Jiang Fang, who was supposed to serve in the church, was standing on the side of the Duke's castle, dressed in the attire of a clergyman, and the bridge's long hair, which was about to collapse at any time, was blown up by the hot wind, and was in danger of being swallowed at any time.

There was blood on his cheeks, and his eyes were looking at the direction of the church, complex, decisive, and cruel.

The tip of the silver ax was drop by drop, dripping with blood.

It looked hideous, but the blood seemed to be falling from his arm.

Nan Jixing was confused for a while, no matter how he did the calculations in his mind, he couldn't get the result at hand.

...Why did it become like this?