Forces of Temptation

Jiang Fang's silence was not just due to watching his teammate fall off the cliff and die in front of his eyes.

... They have already analyzed the information she sent out at the expense of her life.

The wood is done.

But there is still something they can do.

It's just that Jiang Fang couldn't do this.

Jiang Fang withdrew from the tree: "Nan Zhou, you..."

While speaking, he looked up at the empty treetops.

However, Nanzhou is no longer there.

He looked straight ahead.

At some point, Nan Zhou had already stood beside the suspension bridge like a ghost, and the corner of his pitch-black windbreaker was held in the fog by the mist, flying slowly.

The people on the other side also noticed this tall and strange ghost, and they stopped one after another, raising their guns as a guard.

Nanzhou faced those black-eyed muzzles peacefully, and said, "Mr. Pastor, don't lend us five of your firearms."

His tone was quite natural.

The figures in the mist looked at each other, showing no intention of moving.

Nan Zhou said: "If anyone escapes here again, we need to defend ourselves."

"There is a problem with your security level, otherwise people will not escape."

Nan Zhou looked at the other side quietly, but out of the corner of his eye, there was always a red bloodstain that was scorched on the land on the other side and finally disappeared on the edge of the cliff.

shocking.

But he had to try to ignore it.

He said: "Had the Duke Shelley been around, he would have agreed that Mr Keith's safety would come first."

This is still convincing.

After a brief thought, the leader collected two long spears and three short spears, and instructed a young man to hand them over to Nan Zhou.

When the young man stepped onto the suspension bridge, Nan Zhou's hand bones clattered behind his back.

He watched the young man's forward toes.

One step, two steps, four steps, five steps.

He is getting closer and closer to the east coast.

He didn't seem to care what happened if he crossed the bridge, the east and west banks.

The dozen or so people behind him had no intention of stopping him.

This also means that if Su Qingyao really escaped across the bridge just now, these dozens of guns would follow her without hesitation, and together they would not let the flames of war burn to the east bank.

Nan Zhou might be able to use Su Qingyao as a bait to break their necks and snatch their weapons, but in the next two days, there will be no peace on both sides of the East and West.

The most important thing is that the rules do not have any subject, but repeatedly emphasize "no crossing the bridge".

Who knows if allowing these NPCs on the other side to cross the bridge is considered breaking the rules?

Seeing the young people approaching gradually, Nan Zhou really wanted to try it.

However, when those feet were about to cross the bridge, Nan Zhou took a step forward, almost face to face with him, preventing him from stepping on the land on the east bank.

Startled by his sudden rude action, the young NPC took a few steps back and stared at him suspiciously.

Nanzhou ignored his dissatisfaction and reached out to him.

He piled his gun into Nan Zhou's arms, and asked, "We have a deacon who will deliver the letter this afternoon. Have you seen him?"

Nan Zhou lowered his head, and put his gun on his body: "I see, he brought a message from the Duke."

The young NPC glanced at the broken bridge railing: "But he never returned to the castle."

"I don't know." Nan Zhou's tone was straightforward, "When you find him, you can ask him."

He stretched out his hand and put it on the shoulder of the young NPC.

After getting the long-distance firearm, he hesitated seriously whether to let him throw it down, and after completely tearing his face away from the other side, Nan Zhou patted him: "Tell you people over there, the bridge fence has been in disrepair for a long time, and it needs to be repaired." .”

……

It was a long night, but it finally passed.

The South Pole hung from the sash that had been removed from the long gun, and hung by the window, swinging up and down.

Yesterday he originally wanted to follow Nanzhou to see the situation, but Nanzhou told him to stay in the church.

He waited all night bored, not only did not wait for the person on the other side to call, but also waited for five guns to come back.

Naturally, he didn't regard this thing as a trophy, thinking that maybe he had achieved a great victory last night.

After all, it has always been like this.

No one talked to him, a small animal, about their lost friend, so Nan Jixing was at peace.

He was assigned a new task by Nanzhou: guarding the unconscious Guan Junliang.

Others have things to discuss.

And Nanjixing should also be careful, to see if there is any strange force approaching Nanzhou.

A mouse in Nanjixing is bored, so he simply entertains himself with a gun belt.

He didn't know that the gun that this gun belt belonged to might be stained with Su Qingyao's blood.

When he was bored, Guan Junliang on the bed opened his eyes.

Nan Jixing's lazily squinted eyes suddenly lit up.

It jumped off the gun belt with a thud, and landed on the pillow with a thud, startling Guan Junliang.

NJXing excitedly: "Hey!"

you wake up!

Guan Jun stared at the Antarctic star on the pillow for a long time, his eyes were surprisingly cold.

Nanjixing tilted his head.

He didn't find it so strange.

Guan Junliang was in a coma for 12 hours. When he woke up, his brain was rusty and his reaction was slow, which was not incomprehensible.

He struggled to prop himself up from the bed, and it seemed that he was in a hurry to get off the ground.

Nan Jixing jumped to the bedside three times and twice, spread his hands, and made a gesture to stop him: "Hey!"

——No, you need to rest for a while!

It took a lot of energy for Guan Junliang to sit up. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he supported his head with one hand and became dizzy for a while.

He raised his hand and touched Nan Jixing's forehead, his movements were gentle, as if to say "I'm fine".

Nan Jixing felt comfortable with his touch, and obediently rubbed back.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Guan Junliang's voice was dehydrated and hoarse, and he could barely make out the original sound: "Where are they?"

Nanjixing gesticulated with two small paws: "Hey!"

——all outside!

Guan Junliang forced a laugh.

His body may be very uncomfortable, and his smile looks as if he is forced to squeeze it out: "I don't understand."

The Anji star circled around: "chirp."

——You have a good rest here.

Guan Junliang: "I have something to do with them. Can you call Nan Zhou for me?"

Nanjixing felt something was wrong.

But he still shook his head very dutifully, and raised his short paws flat again, acting like one man is in charge of the other.

No.

His task is to watch him here, not to let the mentally shocked patients run around.

Guan Junliang watched him.

After a long time, he sighed softly: "Okay, then I'll rest for a while."

Nan Jixing nodded in satisfaction, jumped back onto the gun belt, swayed, and supervised whether Guan Junliang closed his eyes and recharged his batteries.

Under the attention of his good eyes, Guan Junliang closed his eyes helplessly.

Nan Jixing swayed with the gun belt in his arms, thinking, what was the inexplicable sense of disobedience just now.

……

In Keith's office, Ban Hang crossed the desk and grabbed Jiang Fang's collar tightly.

Jiang Fang's face was cold, and he let his palm exert force, tightening it tighter and tighter.

Song Haining hadn't slept all night, her face was pale, but she still tried her best to grab Ban Hang's arm, trying not to separate the two of them: "Ban Hang, calm down..."

Ban Hang laughed miserably: "...'Calm down'?"

He and Su Qingyao are lovers.

Before entering "Gravity", they did not know each other.

They were in love at the end of their lives.

He stared at Jiang Fang: "Song Haining, ask our boss, if it is Brother Nan who is hunted down and Brother Nan is the one who died, can he calm down?"

Jiang Fang, who had endured his overwhelming anger without saying a word before, chose to speak at this moment: "No."

Song Haining gritted her teeth anxiously.

Boss, can you just shut up and stop hating at this time?

Ban Hang was angry: "Because he is more useful than Qing Yao?"

Song Haining turned pale and shouted: "Ban Hang!"

After listening to Nan Zhou's retelling of the whole journey by the bridge last night, she knew, but the bridge was Qing Yao's own choice.

But she couldn't comfort Banhang with "this is the path she chose herself".

That was too pale and too cruel.

Just like Jiang Fang, he also understood Ban Hang's madness, so he could allow him to pour his anger on himself.

But once some complaints are made public, it hurts too much.

"Am I wrong?! Brother Nan is more valuable, so he can't die; Qing Yao is an ordinary person, so she can be sacrificed at will!"

When Nan Zhou was mentioned, Ban Hang became more and more angry and painful, and said indiscriminately: "Didn't Brother Nan go? Why didn't he attract firepower and kill those people? Can't he do it?"

Jiang Fang raised his eyes and looked at the blazing fire in Ban Hang's eyes that had gradually forced him to lose his mind: "You mean, Nan Zhou should be allowed to cross the bridge, or go to the bridge to attract firepower? Do you think he doesn't Will he die? How do you think the experience posts of killing him in the game forum came from?"

It was difficult for Ban Hang to answer for a while, and the fingers holding Jiang Fang's neckline slowly became stiff.

What he hates the most is that he actually understands everything.

He knew that this dungeon was weird and strange, he knew the rules that were repeatedly emphasized, he knew that with the open terrain beside the bridge, anyone who ran up the pass where the fire was fiercely exchanged would be a living target, and he knew why Qing Yao gave up the only chance for her. She even knew that she was worried about not being extradited to herself.

He understands everything, but just can't accept it.

Banhang once had a little luck, thinking that the rule of "no crossing the bridge" might just be a lie to them, and maybe even if they crossed the bridge, nothing would happen.

However, if the rules are deceptive, Qing Yao's death is meaningless.

And if the rules were true, and crossing the bridge would really lead to the destruction of the group, he would no longer have the position to blame Jiang Fang.

This sense of contradiction of pulling back and forth is enough to drive others crazy.

Before letting himself continue to lose control, he let go of Jiang Fang's grip, and with a burning pain in his chest, he strode out.

Nan Zhou has been standing at the door.

When passing by Ban Hang shoulder to shoulder, Nan Zhou noticed that he was already in tears.

As soon as Jiang Fang pointed at Ban Hang's leaving back, Song Haining immediately understood and quickly followed.

After the two left in a hurry, Jiang Fang leaned on Pastor Keith's waxed desk, and half-closed his eyes wearily.

Nan Zhou outside the door didn't turn back to the office until he confirmed that Ban Hang didn't run around, but went straight to Guan Junliang's resting room.

Following Jiang Fang's example, he leaned against the wooden table.

Jiang Fang lit a cigar hidden in a drawer and held it in his mouth with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

"After this dungeon is over, I'm afraid I won't have any credit at all." Jiang Fang chuckled lightly at himself, "It's no fun being the boss, and no one can keep it."

Nanzhou didn't answer the call.

He also took out one from the cigar box, and instead of lighting it, he just put it in his mouth and drank it.

Jiang Fang held a box of matches: "Would you like to try smoking?"

"No." Nan Zhoudan licked his cigar with his soft and thin lips, "I just want to be closer to you. I don't want you to be alone."

Jiang Fang shrugged: "So? You will still go."

"If you don't want me to go, just tell me." Nan Zhou looked straight at Jiang Fang, "You don't need to destroy yourself in front of others, so that I don't worry about you."

Jiang Fang: "..."

He was caught unexpectedly by the straight ball.

He took a deep breath of smoke, covering his head and face with the snow-white smoke: "Me? Will I destroy myself?"

Nan Zhou mercilessly exposed him: "What happened last night was so sudden that we really couldn't find a better way. But you obviously have a better way to tell Ban Hang, don't you?"

Jiang Fang: "..."

He brought the topic of gender back to the right track: "Instead of wasting time on this kind of topic, let's think about how the copy will end."

Nan Zhou also changed the topic with him, nodded, and agreed with him: "This dungeon is very strange from the beginning."

Jiang Fang asked, "You mean 'no crossing the bridge'?"

"No." Nanzhou said, "Do you remember, there is a strange definition of time in the rules."

Jiang Fang seemed to have realized something, and repeated softly: "...'The game time is when the seventh day comes'."

Nanzhou: "In the past games, there will be a relatively clear standard. After the first day, time, and what conditions are met, it can end. Why do you use such a general concept this time?"