Forces of Temptation

After a long, dreary minute, the tunnel spit out the winding tram.

The sky and the earth were suddenly bright, and the snow-white and icy sky was pouring down, filling the entire carriage.

And almost at the same time the light came up—

Clap—

Jiang Fang picked up the tram seat panel that I didn't know when to remove, swiped it horizontally, and hit Tang Song's side skull heavily.

The people present could not even tell whether the crisp cracking sound belonged to the seat plate or the skull of Tang Song.

Tang Song was beaten and rolled on the floor several times.

He arched his waist and tried to get up, but after posing in an embarrassing butt-turning position, he was powerless.

He squeezed his palms in pain.

…damn…

The **** body of this carbon-based creature…

This blow caused Yuan Mingqing to spend a minute to adjust the expression almost cracked again.

He hurriedly looked away, for fear that his momentary sway would be caught by these two.

Jiang Fang threw the blood-stained plastic plate to one side, and said cheerfully: "Sorry, sir. I'm a little worried that you will use our visual sensitivity a second before the light comes on. The gap launches an attack, so I'll attack you first."

The powerless Tang Song gritted his teeth: "..." Damn.

Nan Zhou squatted down beside him and poked his face lightly with the muzzle: "Who are you?"

When Tang Song opened his mouth, he felt dizzy and nauseated.

However, when the heart is burning, Tang and Song's thoughts run more and more quickly and calmly.

He knew that his attempt to attack them was a sure thing, and there was no quibble.

He wants to give rationality to this premeditated attack, and let the two people who already have the intention to kill him eliminate the intention to kill.

And he only had a chance to say a word.

If he is not careful, the two guns present may explode his head at any time.

Seize the opportunity...

Give a reasonable explanation…

In such a desperate situation, let yourself have the opportunity and value to live...

Tang Song exhaled a **** breath: "I..."

"You kill me." Tang Song opened his **** eyes, "Anyway, if I can't go back on time, even if I live, I... and my family will die. "

Jiang Fang raised his eyebrows with interest: "Oh?"

Tang Song closed his eyes.

Fortunately, neither he nor Yuan, Ming and Qing had amnesia. In terms of intelligence, they have an absolute advantage.

And now, he must trade this advantage for his own life.

He knows the basic laws of how the world works.

This is enough for him to successfully disguise himself as a native of this world.

…a soldier in charge of escorting them.

He fully showed the slow and sluggish response of an ordinary person with a head injury, tried his best to pretend to be indifferent, and simply informed them that the world was invaded by an abnormal mental virus dyeing fact.

Simply put, all beings are sick.

Jiang Fang: "Then why **** me alone?"

He raised his wrist with a deep red scar, and complained a little aggrievedly: "You are being rude to me."

"I don't know." Tang Song gave the most appropriate answer, "You shouldn't be here."

—It stands to reason that they should all be players who came here by accident, so, disguised as the aborigines, they must not know where they came from.

"Understood." Jiang Fang nodded, "If this is a conspiracy planned by someone, I am the one who was particularly targeted."

The hearts of Tang and Song Dynasties and Yuan Ming and Qing Dynasties trembled at the same time.

Grass.

Can this be guessed by him?

In a sense, they are indeed the team that is always targeted by the system.

Jiang Fang bent down and slapped Tang Song's head with a gun like a joke: "Excuse me, am I important?"

Drenched in sweat, Tang Song forced his dizzy brain to run at high speed, trying to find the best answer—

"No." Nan Zhou raised his hand to question, "Why not target me? Tie me up too? I'm also very strong."

Jiang Fang was stunned by his straightforward words, and then smiled brightly: "Yes. It was probably just a random assignment, and I was unlucky."

Nan Zhou asked Jiang Fang, "Why do you know that your **** is sick?"

"It's very simple." Jiang Fang replied, "If you just opened your eyes, someone will frantically praise your appearance in front of you, walk around excitedly, saying to himself Talking to yourself, whispering in a low voice, and trying to step on your face and shoulders, anyone would think this person is sick."

Nan Zhou lowered his eyebrows and pondered.

In other words, when Jiang Fang first woke up, the message he received was that a neurotic can move freely, but a normal person is bound...

Then, it is no wonder that he will attack indiscriminately these "free people".

He decided not to blame him.

And Jiang Fang seemed to be inspired by his own description, paused, and said thoughtfully: "...Ah. In this case, he may have Stendhal comprehensive Sign."

Nanzhou: "Huh?"

Jiang Fang squeezed his chin and said solemnly: "A kind of mental disorder caused by the ultimate pursuit of artistic beauty, which is manifested in the face of the favorite artwork, which will produce certain hallucinations and violence. s attack."

Li Yinhang: “…”

Is it her illusion?

…Is he boasting that his appearance is a work of art?

Nan Zhou stared at his face for a moment, and nodded in approval: "If that's the case, then it's reasonable."

Jiang Fang heard the words, his smiling eyes curved slightly: "Thank you for the compliment."

He turned to Tang Song who was silently rolling his eyes in his heart happily: "This..."

Tang Song self-reported: "My surname is Tang."

"Mr. Tang." Jiang Fang said gently, "What's wrong with you?"

"You belong to the same armed force as that art fanatic, right? You must be sick, right?"

Tang Song said: "I don't."

Jiang Fang: "Oh?"

The information that Tang Song knew was also very limited.

But he knew that Jiang Fang's judgment was very correct.

The weapon in his hand was snatched from the person sleeping in the cab.

In a car, there are two people who also have firearms, one inside and one outside.

Apparently, they were guarding the empty tram.

Tang Song searched the belongings of the person killed by him, and found handcuffs, ammunition, and an electronic passport.

These are enough to prove that these two do belong to one organization.

"My organization...only accommodates obedient psychopaths."

In the time left to Tang Song, every time he uttered a word, he was walking on thin ice, like Jian Yuanshu: "I pretend to be sick so that my family can have a safe place to live."

Jiang Fang: "Who knows if you have the disease of lying?"

Tang Song calmly lowered his blood-stained eyelids, and pretended to accept his fate: "Believe it or not."

Nanzhou: "So, where is the end of this train?"

"Where are you going with weapons? What are you doing?"

…This touches the blind spot of knowledge in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

He is also a newcomer, and he dares not tell a deeper lie, because he is afraid that he will not come back.

But he is not without a solution.

He responded with absolute silence, gritted his teeth.

Because of being overly nervous, a circle of flesh bulged around his cheeks, which vibrated slightly as the tram drove.

Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou looked at each other subconsciously, and then froze for a moment in unison.

…as if they had looked at each other countless times before.

"You don't want to say so much, are you worried that we will kill you?"

Yuan Mingqing, who had been silent before and worried that he would expose his relationship with him, took two steps forward and inserted in time.

He suggested to Jiang Fang and Nanzhou: "We still need him. We don't know enough about the world, right?"

"Did you speak?" Jiang Fang turned his smiling eyes to Yuan Mingqing, and saw his back was cold, "I haven't spoken, but spoke for him?"

Yuan Mingqing did not change his face: "You don't need to be on guard against me like this. It is better for us to win over a defector from the opposing faction than for us to **** for information and intelligence a little bit."

"Hmm." Jiang Fang looked at Tang Song, who was looking like a paper, "That's right."

Hearing Jiang Fang calm down, Tang Song also relaxed slightly.

The inside of the car fell into an eerie silence again.

A problem tormented Tang Song repeatedly, making him always feel at ease.

Finally, he turned his head to the side and asked weakly, "How did I get exposed?"

He thinks his actions are quite secretive, so he can't figure it out.

Nan Zhou: "Didn't you already be on the roof of the car? Did you follow Mr. Silver Hair all the way?"

Nan Zhou: "Your belt fell off the window."

Nan Zhou: "Your breathing is still so loud."

Tang and Song Dynasties: “…”

He was careless.

There is also a monster that has lived in extreme environments since birth, and knows nothing about "assassination" and "stealth".

No matter how good his physical functions and parameters are, they are still within the scope of carbon-based creatures.

This can't deceive the non-human Nanzhou.

Tang Song laughed lightly at himself: "Sneaking failed."

"Do you call your behavior 'sneaking'?" Nan Zhou looked at Tang Song in surprise, "I thought you were so arrogant, and you followed me without any cover up, it was very powerful people."

Tang and Song Dynasties: “…”

Before Tang Song who had been humiliated invisibly, had not completely calmed down, Jiang Fang's smiling face appeared in his sight.

"I'm sorry." He said, "The gentleman was really right just now, but I still don't trust you."

"Mr. Tang, can I break your leg? Don't worry, I will find a way to take good care of you, and it will be convenient for you to pick it up afterwards."

Without waiting for Tang Song to make any comments, Jiang Fang raised his hand and shot him accurately and hit his kneecap.

As the bones shattered and Tang Song cried out in surprise, Jiang Fang stepped on his shoulder and said gently, "Thank you for your cooperation."

He looked at Yuan Mingqing who was stunned: "Sir, since you care so much about this defector, then it's up to you to take care of him."

Yuan Mingqing forcibly broke free from the shock and anger, suppressed the boiling anger in his chest, and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

Nan Zhou stared intently at the muzzle of his gun that was still emitting smoke, glanced at his gun, and gently touched Jiang Fang's waist with it.

He said calmly: "You teach me."

Jiang Fang looked at him: "Okay. But we need to get to know each other again. My name is Jiang Fang. What's your name?"

"Nanzhou."

Jiang Fang tilted his head and added something else to his eyes: "I think it looks like it too."

"What is 'I look like'?" Nan Zhou asked, "Have you seen me?"

"Ah..."

In Jiang Fang's eyes, when he grabbed his hair and forced him to look up at himself, the face that appeared from the black and slightly messy hair made him a glimpse.

Only at such a close distance did he really see Nanzhou clearly.

In my childhood dreams."

Nan Zhou blinked curiously, stared at Jiang Fang, and said, "I still have a question."

Jiang Fang softened his tone: "Well, you say."

Nan Zhou: "Do you like to speak in such a pretending affectionate tone?"

Jiang Fang: “…”

He laughed: "Did I leave you with such an impression?"

"If that's the case, I really want to meet you again."

Compared to Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang who had already started talking, Yuan Mingqing looked at Tang Song, who had already fainted, and his twisted kneecap. top.

He lowered his head, trying to control his emotions.

Li Yinhang, who was beside him, stared straight at Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang, looking uneasy and cramped.

"Don't stare at them like this, be careful of being targeted." Yuan Mingqing resisted his irritability and provoked in a low voice, "Don't you think their way of doing things is very problematic?"

"Really?" Li Yinhang hesitated and said to himself, "But I think it's easier to live this way."

She seemed to be cheering herself up by talking to herself: "Yes...to be too weak is not acceptable in this environment."

Finally, she has done enough psychological construction for herself.

She walked over to Jiang Fang and Nanzhou.

"Hello." Li Yinhang stammered, "My name is... Li Yinhang. I'm a bank clerk... Is there anything I can help you with?"

Yuan, Ming and Qing did not recover for a long time.

Even if she follows these two neuropathy, she refuses to follow her relatively normal and gentle self?

What does she mean?

Who is "weak" talking about?

Myself... Is this stupid human being despised?

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Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties: We tried to divide the ark, laughing to death, and we did not move at all