Forces of Temptation

squeak--

squeak--

The crackling sound of stepping on the snow layer rang from far away to near.

Step by step, with a little probing.

... The other party has the minimum vision and senses.

Sure enough, it wasn't aimless roaming.

After making a simple judgment, Jiang Fang gently took out the Swiss Army Knife, picked out one of the flat knives, slowly pulled it away, and carefully covered the thin light refracted by the blade with his fingertips.

But just when he was halfway through the movement, Nan Zhou lightly poked the side of his waist.

He pointed a little towards the position of those legs, and raised his finger to point to his eyes.

Jiang Fang raised his eyebrows.

... Nanzhou's idea is not wrong.

It is impossible for a pair of legs to have sight.

Then, considering the characteristics of the half-length women they encountered before who could trot and leap, Nanzhou probably thought that if these monsters could also be active after being disassembled, the tiny parts might also have their own activity.

In order to verify this conjecture, Jiang Fang folded his index finger and thumb, and blinked at Nan Zhou.

Nan Zhou knew what he wanted to do. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded slightly to express his agreement.

Jiang Fang clenched the handle of the knife tightly with one hand, raised his fingers to his ear, and snapped his fingers beautifully at the right moment.

This is a favorable wind.

Judging by the distance, the wind is enough to send the snapping sound to those legs.

But the legs didn't have any intention of speeding up to give them a scissor kick after confirming the existence of the prey, nor did they have the intention of running away to report the news.

It calmly walked towards the mirror reflecting the strong moonlight step by step.

understood.

I didn't go out with my ears.

The two quickly changed their course of action.

Nan Zhou clasped the light finger chain on his right hand.

In order to avoid attracting the other party's attention, he turned his palm slightly to let the moonlight refract into the snow, and let the snow swallow it.

In the place where the moon is shining brightly, the function of the light finger chain has been brought into full play.

Countless silver threads shuttled across Nan Zhou's palm.

He moved his fingers lightly, like manipulating the silk on the palm of a Nuo puppet.

But a level 0 prop is like a level 0 prop.

Although the light filament refracted now has a substance, it will collapse within a minute.

Nan Zhou threaded the silk thread into the soft snowdrift in front of him, wondering what he was busy with.

Although the other party had no ears, they both considered the thick white mist that would inevitably be breathed out when they spoke.

This is what the eye can see.

Jiang Fang lightly wrote on Nan Zhou's leg: "It's the first time I use it, will it work?"

Nan Zhou glanced at him lightly, his expression was cold, but the content of his reply was not serious: "I played secretly in the middle of the night."

Even though the deadly sound of stepping on the snow was within ten meters, Jiang Fang couldn't help laughing. He leaned against the rock and looked at Nan Zhou with tenderness and smiles from the corner of his eyes.

Nan Zhou was a little surprised.

...Why does Jiang Fang always smile at him?

He felt very cold and fierce, and he was quite difficult to get close to.

Like Yin Hang, he never dared to get too close, or simply ignored him, which is the normal way for others to treat him.

Nan Zhou licked his lips lightly, only to realize that Jiang Fang had rubbed there just now.

He sneaked a few more licks on his own initiative, only tasted the taste of Xueshuang.

That warm feeling was carried away by the wind.

But Nan Zhou knew that it had really existed.

The legs finally got close to them.

An eyeball is dangling, and it is tied with a thread like an ornament, and it hangs like a tadpole's tail from the tattered multifunctional belt on both legs.

The grayish-white pupils with a ring of reddish thin ice swayed with the pace of the legs, staring at the mirror that reflected the thin light.

Fortunately, the legs did not have noses.

Otherwise, you will definitely smell the smell of raw meat.

The eyes are numbly collecting the surrounding information.

Shallow footprints appeared not far from the mirror. Although it was covered up by the wind and snow, the remnants still remained. Someone should have passed by here.

When the eyes were looking for any footprints that had left, a burst of snow and fog suddenly rose, instantly covering its sight.

Nanzhou quickly wove the light into a simple snow shovel, deep into the snow layer.

While it was close to the rock, he exhausted all his strength and turned around and splashed it all over the face.

This action exhausted all the stamina he had just accumulated.

He just fell to the ground and handed over the place to Jiang Fang.

The head and face were covered with snow and sand, the vision of that eye was blurred for a moment, and he lost his direction.

But the legs were not too flustered.

It has trekked on the snow field countless times, and is familiar with every stone and tree here, so it can be said to be as stable as an old dog.

Moreover, it does not belong to the same unit as the eyes, and if the eyes are attacked, it will not have any conditioned reflexes.

It even took two steps forward.

Until Nan Zhou threw a skill onto its knee.

【Consequences of No Skates】.

——Function: Let the opponent slip 100%.

There are no hard and fast rules for this skill.

As long as the opponent has legs.

The monster in front of me happened to have only legs.

The leg was unguarded, and as soon as he lost his eyes, he stumbled and fell on the snow.

He fell on his back.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Fang rolled over from behind the rock, and with a slash of cold light, he quickly and precisely cut the line connecting the belt and eyeballs, snatched the dropped eye in the air, and tore off the eye that was hanging on him by the way. The silk thread on the belt pinches the eyes in the palm of the hand, holds a ball of snow on the spot, puts the eyes in the center, and grasps the snow vigorously. In a few seconds, the snowball is squeezed into a hard ball with the warmth and force of the palm. puck.

He backhanded the puck to Nanzhou.

Nan Zhou caught it right, and immediately rolled the eye several layers of snow, forming a snowball the size of a fist.

Eye:……

You are all dogs.

Jiang Fang didn't run away immediately.

Even if those legs took two more steps, it would be enough to kick his knee.

He is carefully observing the shape of the legs.

Now the legs are very confused.

Although it is convenient for them to disintegrate and form new partners, it also has disadvantages.

They don't have a unified commanding brain.

Sudden loss of vision, legs twirled around twice anxiously, began to bend down, carefully looking for eyes with tiptoes.

The wonderful thing about Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou's actions was that from the perspective of their legs, they were purely unlucky.

The eyes found an abnormal light nearby, so they came to check the situation.

A gust of snow mist blinded its eyes.

Immediately afterwards, it accidentally fell to the ground and lost its eyes.

It can't help it either.

The hands are on the upper body, and the eyeballs are something that can only be used outside.

In order to make it easier to know the way, it can only pin its eyes on the waistband of its trousers.

It looked around for a while, but after finding nothing, it turned around like a depressed beast, stamping out a large circle of footprints like a grinder.

After Jiang Fang turned back to the rock, he whispered to Nan Zhou who was holding the immobile eye snowball, "Look."

Nan Zhou lay on the rock, studying those legs.

It is not difficult to identify who the owner of the leg is.

They had dealt with the half-length woman.

The legs are similar to the body of a half-length woman, and the section of the waist can basically be seamlessly connected.

However, the strange thing about this pair of legs is that its waist is still slender, but the proportions of its legs are seriously uncoordinated and bulging.

Especially the thighs and calves, which are equally thick at the top and bottom, are bloated against the seams of the hiking pants that are almost torn, looking like a huge carrot.

more importantly……

Nan Zhou turned his head, held the snowball in his hand, and asked Jiang Fang, "Whose eye is this?"

Jiang Fang's face sank like water: "I'm thinking about it too."

They had all met three and a half "people" in the camp.

... Among them, none of them lacked eyes.

And the iris of this eye is a little different, it's hazel.

None of the climbers they had seen had eyes of this color.

The hazel eyeballs, like the legs, never appeared in their field of vision.

Is it hiding in the tents where the climbers camped from beginning to end, without showing up?

Or is it with this extra eye, in another place, with another person?

Sitting on the rock, Jiang Fang frowned with interest.

He tapped the rock surface lightly with his fingertips: "How many of them are there?"

Nan Zhou quietly looked at where they came from.

... Yinhang and the others don't know the news yet.

There may be more than four pursuers they have to face.

The legs don't know that the culprit is behind it trying to break their game openly.

After spinning around for a while, it kicked a rock under its feet and made a bang.

If a normal person kicks a stone with such force, his little toe may be broken.

But the legs looked like they had found what they were looking for. Excited, they kicked their feet twice to be more sure of something. They took a step, picked a direction, and walked forward a little bit staggeringly. .

With a flick of Nan Zhou's fingertips, a soft ray of light shot out through the moonlight, passed through its multifunctional belt, and tied a knot.

With no eyes on the legs, it is natural not to notice it, just walking forward with two radish legs.

Nan Zhou said, "Follow it."

Jiang Fang: "Aren't you afraid that it will go all the way to find that half-body woman?"

Nan Zhou: "It's possible."

Nan Zhou: "But if it could find that woman by the induction between its limbs, it would have left long ago, and it wouldn't be circling here to find its way."

As he spoke, Nan Zhou walked to the area where his leg kicked his little toe just now, and swept away the snow around him.

Under the snowdrift, there is a stone with a special shape, like an arrow, pointing straight to the south.

It was looking for its familiar markers just now.

Nanzhou said: "It can only go to places it is familiar with and trusts."

Jiang Fang said: "Then it may take us back to the camp on the mountainside. The place we started from."

Nan Zhou: "It's also possible."

Nanzhou: "But in that camp, we didn't see these legs, nor did we see anyone with this eye."

He looked at Jiang Fang with seriousness in his eyes:

"If I were these climbers, I would be so afraid of the invasion of outsiders, of course I would arrange another person, or a group of people, at the most important place that really needs to be guarded."

This truth could not be more simple.

It's just that they were constrained and influenced by the concept of "racing" in the instance before, and they took it for granted that everyone, including NPCs, should be on the same level.

Having said that, Nan Zhou pursed his lips: "You are right. There are indeed many uncertain factors."

Of course, these legs may be looking for its upper body, and of course it may be going down the mountain.

If it was before, Nanzhou himself would have followed it.

But things are a little different now.

He couldn't fulfill his obligation to protect his teammates well, and he couldn't promise that he would protect Jiang Fang when sudden danger came.

Jiang Fang stared at his pursed lips in annoyance, and said with a smile, "Isn't there still me here?"

Looking at Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou seriously shook his head: "I have always said to protect you all. I can't..."

Before the voice could fall, it was sealed by Jiang Fang.

Through the soft winter hat, Jiang Fang gave him a gentle and polite kiss on the forehead: "It's okay to make an exception once in a while and rely on me."

Nan Zhou didn't come to his senses for a moment.

He raised his hand and pressed on Su Ma's itchy heart: "...what did you do to me?"

Jiang Fang's face was also slightly red: "Did I affect you in any way?"

"Yes." Nan Zhou met his eyes and asked in confusion, "I want to listen to you. Why?"

Jiang Fang smiled brightly, but there was a sincerity rarely seen in most of his smiles: "This is very good."

……

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang held their legs neither far nor close, like walking their own dog in the backyard.

This scene is rather weird.

But both of them have the same face, as it should be.

The legs have to find the way, so walk slowly and carefully.

And relying on its familiarity with the terrain, it has bypassed many places with deep snow and difficult travel.

This saves them a lot of effort.

Even Nan Zhou could easily keep up with him.

Nan Zhou even took the time to put another small snowball on top of the big round snowball, pinched a snowman in his palm, and showed it to Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang took it with a smile, studied it a bit, and added a different kind of vitality to it with a twig and two small stones.

They didn't know how many times the eyeballs sealed in the snowball rolled their eyes, and they weren't interested in knowing.

Thankfully, that leg didn't go downhill.

It fumbled all the way, taking the uphill road.

This road is quite flat and flat, so flat that it can be seen at a glance.

This is indeed the climbing route that normal climbers would choose, but it is not a route that players of this racing instance can easily control.

Nanzhou believes that, according to conventional thinking, players would never choose such a place with no shelter for a few kilometers before and after.

It's easy, it's easy to see someone from a kilometer away, it's no different from courting death.

After walking stop and go in the wind and snow for nearly four hours, when the legs passed by a bush, they obviously raised their legs.

Nan Zhou still wanted to follow.

Jiang Fang grabbed Nan Zhou's hand and blocked the light projected by his finger chain.

He grabbed Nan Zhou's palm and led him to dodge and hide beside a dense but dead bush.

After all, Jiang Fang was cautious. Every step he took, he planned a retreat for all emergencies.

He noticed that what those legs passed was a transparent trip wire.

Someone set up an ambush near here.

This also means that they found the place they wanted to find.

And not long after Jiang Fang and the two rolled into the snow, a tent in the distance was lifted by a hand.

...just one hand.

Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou poked their heads out quietly.

What caught their eyes was a flat campsite that should have been located on a river beach.

Just a patch of fallen tents, what looked like an abandoned camp.

In the campsite, human facial features and limbs were densely scattered.

When I saw the legs stumbling back, the pile of fragmented and disintegrated products gathered and piled up from all directions, starting from the face, and slowly straightening up from the ground to form a human figure.

That broken face, with only one hazel eye open, and a black hole in the other eye.

He took off the lower half of his face, including one ear, which he had just recovered, and tied it casually to the side of his leg with a string.

It hangs next to those legs, as if it could be assembled into a whole that can share information.

Those withered and black lips pressed against the pants seam of the lower half of his face, and asked coldly:

"what happened?"

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Nan Zhou: What did you do to me? 【惊】