Forces of Temptation

Nanzhou couldn’t understand Songpa’s heart like ashes.

Can't study make him feel happy?

But he can still keenly perceive the changes in people's emotions.

He found that Sompa was in a low mood and looked dazed. After thinking about it, he guessed that he probably thought he was dying.

Therefore, he switched to a tone as comforting as possible: "It's alright. I don't want to kill you after I see you."

Songpa: "…"

Are you calling me trash?

There is no need to be so yin and yang.

After seeing his comfort, Songpa became more and more unhappy and lethargic. Nan Zhou was worried that he would not teach more, so he put a tissue in his hand, intending to turn to encouragement Education: "Your ghost descend is good."

Songpa: "..." So the next second is yours?

Since he is fascinated by the mysticism of descending his head, he naturally believes in the destiny.

Now, he has broken up two apprentices one after another, and has been choked with incense.

He could only grieve calmly on the surface, grit his teeth, and meet his own destiny with as decent a gesture as possible.

Nan Zhou found a pen full of ink and put it on his lap together with the checkbook.

Songpa raised his head and looked at him woodenly.

Nan Zhou explained: "If you break someone's window glass, you will lose money."

Songpa: "…"

Nanzhou's logic system has always been rigorous.

Breaking the glass of the hotel by yourself is a reasonable way to save your life, but it also affects the normal business of others.

And the one who made him make this last resort mistake was the ghost sent by Songpa.

So I have the responsibility of collecting the bills, and the one who should pay is Songpa, and the hotel has not been maintained for a long time, so it also needs to take part of the responsibility.

So he estimated a relatively reasonable number: "I don't want more, 200,000 baht."

Songpa heart is like still water.

Fuck you.

Anyway, he was already in a state of wanting to kill or slash whatever you want. Songpa pen signed a check for 1 million with trembling fingertips, and tore it off, Throwing it to the ground: "Take it. Take it all."

He loves traveling and splurges in his life, and is especially willing to spend a lot of money on research and development and increasing his knowledge.

In addition to this unstoppable place, he also has these savings.

Nan Zhou looked at the amount of the check that he threw to the ground, and was not interested, he turned a new page and handed it to him: "If you want to give us the damage fee, you can also Don't give us 800,000 more, just settle the matter on your side, we will leave soon, just give us 100,000 pocket money."

These words fell into Songpa's ears, which is to express blackmail in a refreshing and refined way, which is downright shameless.

But now, what else can Songpa say?

He obediently wrote a check for 300,000 yuan and handed it to Nan Zhou.

Nan Zhou handed the cheque to Li Yinhang for inspection, and after letting her confirm it was valid, she put the envelope with the ink pen and planned to hand it over to the hotel manager so that they could pick it up by themselves.

Songpa admitted that he had almost thrown away the things outside himself, so he turned pale with a bloodless face, raised his head with red eyes, and maintained the last trace of his shaky dignity, and asked: "… Is there anything else?"

"Yes."

Nan Zhou turned around and took out the yellow clay pot that was used to confuse the driver and create a parallel space from the suitcase: "I want to learn this."

Songpa took a deep breath and almost burst his lung tube, barely able to stabilize his blood pressure.

Put your nose on your face!

He has tried his best to ignore his failure.

But when he saw this jar, his heart still throbbed.

This is his skill in pressing the bottom of the box, and it is the most proud masterpiece when he was 20 years old.

He killed his master with this head-dropping spell, inherited the small courtyard, and also took over seven or eight assassination businesses, and only made a fortune that was enough for him to squander.

I don't know if I should say Nanzhou chicken thief, or if I have a very discerning eye, I picked his most precious unique skills at a glance.

Songpa took a few deep breaths and thought he was completely calm.

After making up his mind, he even switched to a mocking tone, leaned back, and sneered: "Aren't you very good at breaking down, I used serial drops, you can break it , you should be very capable."

Nan Zhou admitted his shortcomings quite modestly and sincerely, and corrected Sompa's words: "I can only defeat them at present, but I can't crack them yet."

Songpa's psychological defense line that he finally built up broke the defense on the spot.

He smiled distortedly: "Do you want to learn?"

Nanzhou: "Yeah."

Songpa raised her voice and said angrily, "Go dream!"

Nan Zhou: "You're right, that's what I think."

Songpa snorted coldly, tried her best to control the trembling of her legs, and closed her eyes.

He believes that if he refuses to cooperate, he is doomed.

But he didn't wait for death to come.

The process of waiting for death was torturous, he managed to muster up his courage and let out his breath like a ball. It made him want to open his eyes and see what Nan Zhou was waiting for.

When he squinted at Nan Zhou in his thunderous heartbeat, Nan Zhou shot himself without warning.

After reading Sompa's spell notes, he could roughly identify what each component of the sanctuary pattern on the jar meant.

After taking the blood from the jar for his own use, Nan Zhou used a tissue with Songpa nosebleed to point it on his Tianling cover.

Songpa almost rolled into the Tianling Gai with the whites of his eyes, and the whole person immediately fell down without a sound.

The normal space in front of me is like a drop of ink has been dripped into it, and a large area of ​​beautiful colors is smeared.

The abandoned Suchara Night Market is indeed a good place, with a radius of several kilometers, there are no objects that can be affected.

Nanzhou can study hard in this stagnant time and space.

In this small space-time realm, Nan Zhou moved Songpa, who was stiff and rolled his eyes, out of the bed, and placed it on a rattan chair. He took out a pillow from the closet and put his head on it.

After arranging him properly, Nan Zhou said to Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang: "You can clean up a place to sleep first. I'll watch it for a while."

Li Yinhang responded, took out a clean quilt, and made the bed carefully.

She didn't know that a few days ago on this bed, there was a head descender who enlightened Nan Zhou and was shot by Nan Zhou at a distance, so she was busy and calm, without any psychological shadow.

Jiang Fang gently touched his shoulder: "Don't be too tired."

Nan Zhou held the jar with the light of studying in his eyes: "Well, I'll go to bed early."

The bed is a large bed, with extra sheets, it is almost as soft as a hotel.

Li Yinhang slept against the wall, and a curtain was temporarily added in the middle to easily separate a bed.

Jiang Fang slept in the middle of the bed, staring at the back of Nan Zhou sitting in front of the stage, bowing his head to study, and sketching the pattern, and his heart was very peaceful.

...It seems that they have already walked out of "Gravity" at this time, and Nan Zhou has found a teaching job outside. When preparing lessons at night, he did not forget to coax him to sleep early.

This looks like a home.

A noun that Jiang Fang had long abandoned behind him and dared not think about it.

After nearly two hours of study, Nan Zhou silently reached out and turned off the light.

In this different space where time is stagnant, the temperature is still different from the outside world, and it is cold.

, slipped in like a cat, afraid that the cold air would pass to Jiang Fang.

When he lay down peacefully, Jiang Fang stretched out his fingertips and touched his cold nose and lips.

Nan Zhou turned his face sideways and whispered, "Did I wake you up?"

Jiang Fang hugged him naturally, buried his face in his shoulder, and said softly, "I'm dreaming."

Nanzhou: "What?"

Jiang Fang showed weakness appropriately: "I will take you home in my dream. My parents are both here."

Nan Zhou blinked.

He doesn't know what a normal parent should look like, and since he doesn't feel disgusted by himself, there is no danger of being disliked by the second elder.

After thinking for a while, he asked seriously, "Then what gift should I bring to my parents?"

After going out, they can go see Jiang Fang's parents together.

What gift to bring to the grave is also a matter that needs careful consideration for Nanzhou, and it can be prepared from now on.

Jiang Fang didn't answer, but just hugged him, and her heart was full of sweetness.

Nanzhou didn't have to answer, she just kept close to Jiang Fang's body temperature, feeling very comfortable and at ease.

The two embraced each other, just sleeping.

They took root in the illusion.

Of course, every 12 hours in this space, there will be a sense of instability and shaking, and it will look like it is about to collapse.

At this time, Nanzhou will cast a spell, causing Songpa to bleed some nosebleeds and continue the spell.

With the trees planted by predecessors, of course future generations will enjoy the shade.

After about ten days, Nanzhou finally studied this space-type head down.

One night ten days later, Nan Zhou prepared a meal and woke up Songpa, who had rolled his eyes for ten days, thinking about expressing gratitude to him.

Faced with Songpa, whose air was like a gossamer and a face like golden paper, Nan Zhou honestly said, "Thank you. I learned it."

Songpa: "…"

He rolled his eyes with a genuine eye, and passed out shamelessly.

This time he took the initiative.

While he was in a coma, the three of Nan Zhou did not waste time, took a taxi and returned to the hotel to deliver the check.

When Jiang Fang entered the hotel, found the boss's room, and slipped the thin envelope containing the check quietly down the crack of the door, Nan Zhou stood outside the hotel, holding a small piece of pandan Leaves eggs burn, eat evenly.

At the corner of the street, he caught a glimpse of a figure passing by.

Like Shao Mingzhe.

…Is he still here?

Looking at him in a hurry, he seems to be eager to find something around here.

Nan Zhou slowly chewed the fragrant egg burnt in his mouth, thinking of his first encounter with Shao Mingzhe, his only exposed eyes under the tightly wrapped layers.

Ferocious, vigilant, but with a touch of inexplicable familiarity.

As for why they are familiar, Nan Zhou can't tell.

…

Songpa, who woke up again, welcomed Nanzhou, who returned to continue her studies.

This time, Sompa was numb.

Destroy it, hurry up.

He leaned on the bed weakly, and verbally taught the secret method of bowing his head one by one, and he had no desire to hide his secrets.

Anyway, Nanzhou can learn it in an instant, everything is empty, why bother with attachment.

During the 12-day course, on the night of the full moon one day, Nan Zhou missed a day of class, and Songpa didn't notice anything.

Songpa, who was too weak, was leaning against the head of the bed, her face blue and gray.

He knew that even if he was lucky enough to survive in Nanzhou's hands, he would be seriously ill.

In the future, he really wants to become a monk.

It's boring.

It's not fun to be a human being.

In this dungeon, Nanzhou and the others rarely ended the mission early, but naturally spent a fulfilling and enjoyable 12-day academic summer camp.

In front of Songpa with all four faces, Nanzhou and the others calmly accepted the transmission.

It was probably because she had been stimulated too much these days.

…they are happy.

At the same time, Nanzhou and the others heard the sweet sound of the customs clearance.

[Congratulations to the "Li Fang Ark" team for completing the copy "Evil Fall", and each won 2500 points! 】

[Congratulations to the "Lifang Ark" team, the "Flying Immortals" team, and player Shao Mingzhe, for successfully surviving within the 12-day game time limit, completing the achievement "Devil's Art", and earning 1,000 points each! 】

[Congratulations to the "Lifang Ark" team, the "Flying Immortals" team, and player Shao Mingzhe, the survival rate reached 100%, and each won 1000 points! 】

[The exploration of the main line of the current mission of the "Cube Ark" team has reached 100%. The completion degree is 100%, and it can be judged as a perfect S grade! 】

[Didi-S-level reward is 1000 points and any random props, the props will be sent to the players' backpacks within three days~]

【Please choose to leave the instance within three minutes—】

It was too late to complain about the upright team name of the couple's "Flying Immortals", Li Yinhang, who was extremely sensitive to numbers, was the first to discover something wrong: "This..."

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang glanced at each other.

…Yes.

Now, why did they get 2500 points in the dungeon of difficulty level 3?

Jiang Fang took out the dice and shook it again.

Faced with the number "7" that appeared, the three of them fell silent in unison.

While they were still thinking about why dungeons have automatic upgrades, their time to teleport is up.

So, they temporarily chose "Rust City" as the teleportation point.

When the teleportation ended, what caught their eyes once again shocked Li Yinhang.

They stayed in the copy for a full 12 days.

And a semi-finished base station built to a height of more than ten meters stands in the southeast corner of the "Rust Capital".

Before... did this building exist here?

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