Forces of Temptation

For the first three days, although they lived in fear, they lived in peace.

Not only is there nothing wrong with each other, but it is also leisurely enough.

There are no outsiders visiting the church at all, and there are no modern communication tools that can contact the outside world. Even the power supply at night is half by electricity and half by candlelight.

Therefore, the pastor does not have to deal with parish affairs that are common in ordinary churches, and he does not need to worry about daily affairs such as mass and prayer.

He wears a black robe, and works every day as a mysterious person.

As for the hired clergy, their daily job is to sweep and dust, and it is not a tedious job, so it can be said that they have nothing to do.

In contrast, Zhao Lirui, who came to handover at the suspension bridge every day, was full of complaints, saying that the duke had a lot of demands and couldn't live without people around him for a while. Anyone can make them run errands.

Even if they were sleepy to death in the middle of the night, they still had to prepare refreshments for those doctors who stayed up late and worked hard.

Zhao Lirui was limited in time even when he came out to deliver the letter.

There are horses in the castle manor, but since he doesn't know how to ride a horse, he is afraid of accidentally falling to his death halfway, so he even has to run around on his legs, so as to save time and go back to work as soon as possible.

On the third day, Hua Sisi, who accompanied Nanzhou to deliver letters to the cliff, listened to Zhao Lirui's blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. 'At that time, carriages and horses were slow, letters were far away, and a lifetime was only enough to love one person'..."

Zhao Lirui rolled his eyes at him: "I'm sorry for your size."

Nanzhou's request was simple: "If there is a chance, I want a horse."

He wants to try to touch the taboo boundary of "don't cross the bridge".

People cannot come over, but horses may.

People on the east coast are naturally happy when they get the news that everyone on the west bank is safe.

They hoped that the next four days would be spent in peace like this.

Guan Junliang's big brother attribute couldn't help but be eager to move. He wanted to talk to Pastor Keith, set up a branch, and develop a grassroots organization. Maybe it could fundamentally solve Comrade Keith's ideological problems.

Of course, everyone just thought about it, and didn't hold the delusion of being able to impress an inhuman boss with a red heart.

When they were discussing which small bar to drink in a safer place after this time, Nan Zhou stood in front of the washstand and tried to talk to Jiang Fang who was washing his face: "Brother Fang?"

Jiang Fang looked at him in the mirror: "Huh?"

Nan Zhou: "I think there is something wrong with this mission."

Jiang Fang did not speak, waiting for his next words.

But Nanzhou didn't say where the "problem" was.

This was the first time that Nan Zhou felt that he didn't know where to start.

In the previous dungeon, Sneaky would immediately create problems for them, forcing them to exhaust themselves, pushing them into danger, and forcing them to make various choices.

This dungeon is too peaceful, so peaceful that people have no chance to choose.

…No, they still have a choice.

He can choose whether to break this false peace.

……

Today, when Zhao Lirui and Hua Sisi were making jokes, Nan Zhou kept looking at Zhao Lirui's back.

...going to try to get to the West Bank?

The rules of the game explicitly ask them, not to cross the bridge.

The suspension bridge is there safely and securely, moving with the wind, safe and sound.

Staying in place and stagnating is of course a way of playing.

However, one step forward, no one knows whether it is a clue or death.

After turning back from the suspension bridge, Nanzhou wanted to catch a living creature and put it on the west bank for a try.

But the designer of the dungeon obviously took this into consideration and blocked the road ahead of time.

He searched all over the dense jungle, no bugs, no birdsong, no animals, it was too clean.

Nan Zhou stood in the forest, raised his face, let the slightly scorching sun sift through the leaves, and fell finely on his cheeks like gold.

Although the surroundings were peaceful, he could not feel any breath of life.

...peaceful, peacefully terrifying.

At that time, Nan Jixing woke up and was exercising by jumping and jumping in the forest. After noticing Nan Zhou, he opened the gliding membranes on both sides, and hit Nan Zhou's shoulder accurately, chirping softly twice. Voice.

Nan Zhou stroked the fine hair on its forehead with his fingertips.

He took the South Pole Star, took two steps toward the suspension bridge, and stopped again.

He quickly dismissed the plan to let it explore the way.

……

Nan Zhou folded his arms and told Jiang Fang his thoughts: "Although Nanjixing is theoretically not one of us, I am worried that it is not smart enough, and it would be dangerous to let it go there."

Nan Jixing was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. If he heard Nan Zhou's high-sounding remarks, he might jump up and scratch his face.

Listen to the sound.

Jiang Fang had already guessed what Nan Zhou wanted to do.

The content of his eyes has changed faintly.

He warned Nan Zhou with silence that he didn't want to hear his plan.

But Nanzhou ignored his warning.

He said softly: "After tomorrow, the church will be handed over to you, is that okay?"

Without saying a word, Jiang Fang folded the towel and threw it on the washstand.

There was a bang, neither light nor heavy, and the splashed water droplets landed on Nan Zhou's eyes.

There wasn't much anger in Jiang Fang's voice, just pure coldness: "Is this what you said 'ready to leave'?"

Nan Zhou was raising his hand to wipe his eyes, when he heard this, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked at Jiang Fang in the mirror.

The two use the mirror as a medium, looking only at each other's reflections.

Jiang Fang sneered: "...It's earlier than I thought."

The voice of their conversation is not small.

The lively discussion outside stopped.

Ban Hang, Song Haining, Guan Junliang, and Hua Sisi stared at each other, like cicadas sitting with their knees hugged, and only one pair of ears was pricked up.

"No." Nan Zhou tried to explain, "At least after this copy has passed."

Jiang Fang: "Do you know what is over the suspension bridge?"

Nan Zhou: "I don't know."

Jiang Fang: "Do you know what will happen to you when you pass by?"

Nan Zhou: "I don't know."

Jiang Fang: "So, you plan to die?"

Nan Zhou frowned in confusion.

He didn't understand Jiang Fang's sudden aggressiveness.

He is the most powerful among them, even if he breaks the rules of the game privately, the punishment will belong to him.

He thought it was reasonable.

He thought about it seriously: "This is the last thing I can do for you before I leave. And..."

"...Isn't that what you let me join the team for?"

He's tough, so he should take the risk.

This logic is very smooth, Nan Zhou didn't think there was anything wrong,

These words suddenly hit a crack in Jiang Fang's deliberate demeanor.

Jiang Fang laughed out loud, and finally there was a hint of anger in his smile.

"You think so? I brought you out just to use you?"

"Do I need to congratulate you in advance? Congratulations on finally being free?"

Nan Zhou looked at him: "When I met you, I was already free."

Jiang Fang turned around and faced Nan Zhou.

The eyes of the two met, intertwined, and intertwined in the air.

Jiang Fang asked softly: "So, you still feel that I restrained you, right?"

Nan Zhou was a little confused: "No. I just think it should be."

Jiang Fang's voice became more intense: "If you think this is the right thing to do, why did you leave?"

Nan Zhou blinked and seemed to understand his knot: "Brother Fang, if you don't want me to go, just say so."

Jiang Fang put his hands beside the washstand.

The water squeezed out of the towel wet his cuffs drippingly.

He calmly suppressed his heartache, and tried his best to maintain the last appearance of a gentleman: "I won't stop you. That's your choice. I respect my friend's choice."

Nan Zhou looked at his face, and after a while, he shook his head: "You can't even pretend."

Jiang Fang wanted to smile, but tried several times, but in vain: "I'm not pretending, I really respect you—"

Nan Zhou: "No."

Nan Zhou: "I mean, you look at me like this, as if you like me."

Jiang Fang's breathing suddenly became rapid.

The four people outside didn't even dare to vent their breath.

Fuck me.It's over.

Nan Jixing was awakened by the abnormal movement, and wanted to sneak over sleepily to have a look, but Song Haining quickly grabbed her back into her arms, and quickly blocked her mouth with an apple.

Nan Zhou: "I know, to you, I'm just a passer-by in your life, you don't have to do that to me..."

He gestured: "Social etiquette."

Jiang Fang's face became increasingly ugly.

Nan Zhou: "You can treat the matter between us as..."

He carefully considered the words that could drive Jiang Fang to death, combined with his own life experience, and tried to comfort him: "...I am your student, I have learned a lot from you, and I have seen many scenery that I have never seen before. I appreciate you, now that the role-playing is over, we can—uh…"

However, he couldn't say what happened next.

The warm touch blocked his lips.

The skin of the lips is the thinnest and most sensitive.

It was like sweet rain falling on the dry soil, merging with each other, burning hot and eager to fill everything in the other party.

Every inch of friction carries a tiny electric current, which burns all the way to the brain nerves with extreme aggression.

Soon, they both tasted a bit of blood from each other's mouth.

When Jiang Fang separated from him, he bit his lips hard.

He took a step back and gritted his teeth: "I won't kiss my students."

After saying these words, Jiang Fang strode out of the bathroom, ignored the dumbfounded four people, and went straight to the window and sat down.

Even if he gets angry again, Jiang Fang will not choose to leave the team without authorization.

Nan Zhou stuffed himself in the bathroom and didn't come out.

No one knew that he was staring at his reddish lips in the mirror in a daze.

He didn't understand what the kiss meant.

It was as if he didn't understand the meaning of Jiang Fang leaning down in front of the candy store on the "Zhijin" street, making a gesture to touch his lips.

Nan Zhou thought generally and vaguely, it should be to express his liking.

Jiang Fang liked him, he knew it.

It's just that I don't like it that much, otherwise I wouldn't have kissed him until his skin was broken and he bled.

After everyone was silent for a quarter of an hour, they heard the sound of Nan Zhou taking off his clothes and turning on the hot water tap.

...He took a shower on the spot.

The four of them looked at Jiang Fang one after another, suspecting that he was rejected.

But they dare not say.

There was no joy or anger on Jiang Fang's face, but his jaw line was even tighter, and the window frame he was holding on to made a strange creaking sound.

...that's all.

This unprovoked quarrel started and ended inexplicably.

Under the turbulent undercurrent, no one dared to ask more questions, so they simply shut up.

Nanzhou didn't change his plan because of this strange kiss.

He originally planned to explore the West Bank after handing over the supplies on the fourth day.

And the mutation happened to happen on the fourth day.

——Zhao Lirui, who was supposed to be handed over to the suspension bridge within the specified time, did not come.

Nan Zhou thought that he was delayed because of something happened in the castle, so he leaned on the bridge railing, looked down at the deep valley, and waited for him to come.

One hour.

Two hours.

On the small road on the west bank, there was no longer the figure of Zhao Lirui running sweating all the way.

Nanzhou Station arrived at the time when the sun was setting.

When the surrounding tree shadows turned into cold and miserable ghosts, and countless branches were like ghost hands, desperately grabbing Nanzhou's face from all directions, he turned around and returned to the church.

Pastor Keith was standing at the door of the church, his face was gloomy and immersed in the shadow of the door, and it seemed that it almost merged with the relief on the outer wall.

Nan Zhou greeted him slowly, sent back the east bank and west that he was going to send back, and said in a declarative tone: "No one came."

Pastor Keith only said lightly, "Really."

He didn't show the slightest surprise, took back his gift normally, and said "thank you" dryly, like a lonely soul, wanting to wander into his office.

Nan Zhou stared at his overly thin body, which seemed to have been cut in half by a knife, thought for a moment, and quickly caught up with him: "Mr. Keith, I have something to ask for you."

Mr. Keith looked back at him.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Nan Zhou felt that he was showing a little smile.

It seemed that after waiting for a long time, he finally found a gap in the inseparable alliance of the six.

It's just because I haven't smiled for too long, that smile looks like it was stuck on with glue, cramped and dry.

He smirked and said, "Okay, let's go to the office and talk."

……

That night, Nan Zhou shook Jiang Fang and the others awake.

He cut to the chase: "I tied Keith up."

This speech was too explosive, and immediately made everyone sober.

But for this, they were not too surprised.

It's Brother Nan, it's not surprising that anything happens.

Ban Hang, the man with stud earrings, rubbed his eyes and said inarticulately, "What did he do?"

"Nothing." Nan Zhou said, "I knocked him out as soon as he entered the office. I did it first."

Nanzhou used to do a lot of slanting things in the dungeon before. Although the team members were a little confused, they accepted it well.

Only the earring male Banhang nagged, "Is it okay to attack NPCs?"

Nan Zhou didn't even blink his eyes: "He wants to hire a stranger to do something, and the stranger becomes greedy. Seeing him alone, it is logical to want to rob property."

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

Ah, the vile stranger.

This setting also makes sense.

The author has something to say:

Brother Fang: I kissed, but it was completely useless.