Forces of Temptation

Nan Zhou put on a quilt and faced the moon with him, listening to Jiang Fang slowly finish the long story.

Jiang Fang was afraid that Nan Zhou would be thirsty, so he handed a can of lukewarm orange soda, opened it with one hand, and handed it to him.

Nan Zhou took it and took a sip.

Because he is still not familiar with the structure of canned beverages, a little bit of fizzy liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Fang raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth for him naturally.

Soon, his fingertips stopped.

This action awakened his long-standing memory.

He seemed to have returned to the church again. Thousands of sunlight penetrated the broken stained glass, dividing the two faces into clear light and shadow.

Under the knee is a rough and broken piece of porcelain, and the blood-stained head of the Virgin is leaning against his knee.

Nanzhou's cheeks were stained with blood, when Jiang Fang helped him up, his messy black hair fell naturally, and his whole figure was like a tame lamb, pressing his head against him On his chest, bright red blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Fang came too late.

Nanzhou's blood was almost dry, and now it looks like a real paper figurine, and even the weight is much lighter.

…

Jiang Fang's slightly rough finger pads rested on Nanzhou's chin dipped in a little soda for a while, and began to move up gradually, gently trying to wipe away the blood stains in his memory.

Nanzhou: “…Huh?”

…

In the church, Jiang Fang held his chin, bit the blood bottle in the prop, used the tip of his tongue to pry open his cold teeth, and gave him a little bit.

He also had his own blood in his mouth.

Nanzhou in the church made a vague "uh" sound, her face was pale, and she showed a rare, paper-like fragility.

…

Nanzhou in reality was confused by Jiang Fang's sudden kiss.

Nanzhou in the two time and space, invariably held their palms to Jiang Fang's heart, and unconsciously murmured "um" and "uh" in the throat.

…

After finishing the kiss, Jiang Fang in the church calmly straightened Nan Zhou's blood-stained wet hair, put it behind his ear, and whispered to Nan Zhou: "You didn't mean to go?"

"I'm not trapping you anymore, you get up, I'll take you away. ... Let's go together."

Jiang Fang felt that his helplessness at this time was extremely familiar and ridiculous.

So he buried himself in Nanzhou's **** hair, posing like a swan with his neck crossed, while chuckling softly.

The rhythm of his speech was not tense, even his words were soft and soft, with a vague sense of nervousness: "Nanzhou, are you still awake? Talk to me."

The man in his arms did not answer, leaning against him, breathing lightly.

Jiang Fang gently moved him into his arms, but bit Nan Zhou's neck extremely fiercely.

The blood suffused.

Nan Zhou was awakened by pain, bowed his waist, and opened his half-closed eyes:

“…Brother Fang?”

Because his forehead was bruised, a stream of blood flowed through his eyes, wet his eyelashes, and slipped from the corners of his eyes, looking extremely beautiful and fragile.

At this moment, every word Nan Zhou said would involve the injured viscera.

But he spoke very slowly, so he could not hear any pain lingering: "You... West Bank, how did you get here?"

Jiang Fang lightly kissed his forehead and didn't answer his question: "You'll be fine. I'll feed you some more blood-boosting medicine, put you in the warehouse, and I'll bring you you go."

He was about to move, but Nan Zhou grabbed his sleeve.

"...The warehouse is really small." Nan Zhou's voice was very low, "Don't let me in, I'm afraid."

Jiang Fang was stunned for a while.

Nanzhou, whose strength is so powerful that he seems to be omnipotent, said he was afraid.

Jiang Fang used to put him in the warehouse as a matter of course, but Nan Zhou never mentioned the pain of squatting alone in the small warehouse space, waiting like a prisoner to be pulled out to let the wind out.

Nanzhou was just to give peace of mind to the team members who were still afraid of his power at that time.

Jiang Fang knew he might be uncomfortable, but he let it go.

He's not a good…friend.

"I don't want to die there alone." Nan Zhou said.

Jiang Fang: "You won't die."

Nanzhou: "Yeah."

This is the worst lie.

Nan Zhou held on to his breath and refused to die. After waiting for Jiang Fang, the unwilling breath gradually dispersed from his broken heart.

But the more they get to this point, the less willing they are to hurt each other with the truth.

Jiang Fang: "When we go out, I will plant a new apple tree for you."

Nanzhou: "Yeah."

Jiang Fang: "I'll take you to meet new friends, and I'll tell you my story."

Nanzhou: “…Mmmm.”

Jiang Fang: "I'll cook for you. What do you like to eat?"

Nan Zhou did not answer.

Jiang Fang gently shook his body: "Hey, Nanzhou."

Nan Zhou leaned in his arms in a soothing tone and whispered, "Brother Fang, I don't like you anymore. Don't be sad."

He was afraid that Jiang Fang would feel guilty for not being able to return his love. Before leaving, he kindly ripped off the shackles, shook him, and said, I will give it back to you. go.

But they are all lying, Jiang Fang knows.

After saying this, Nanzhou's palm on Jiang Fang's heart lost its strength and slowly slid down. Jiang Fang took the first step and pressed it firmly on his chest, not allowing it to fall .

He pressed his burnt palm against Nanzhou's icy palm and kept silent for a long time, just like every time he faced Nanzhou in the past.

After a long time, Jiang Fang let out a low, muffled laugh.

The laughter gradually became coherent, but it was equally heart-wrenching.

He didn't go into a frenzy or crash.

He didn't even knock his knees against any of the benches as he walked across the clumps of benches.

He hugged Nanzhou and walked with him into the infinite warm summer sun.

After laying his body flat among the green lawns, Jiang Fang stroked his **** cheeks and remembered the reason why Nan Zhou moved away:

—"I want to leave you and find another way to get closer to 'that power'."

Thinking of this, Jiang Fang narrowed his eyes and looked at the scorching sun on the ceiling.

Looking at the sunlight for a long time, he opened his mouth.

"Hey, can you hear me."

"Do you think this is the result?"

"Do you think I'll take it?"

Jiang Fang looks like a gentle maniac, his nerves are broken, he can only express his feelings by talking to himself.

However, his words are extremely logical.

Next, he made a blockbuster: "Mr. Duke, can you hear me?"

He didn't beg for mercy to the power behind it, but said directly: "Do you think we are strange?"

"No matter how you operate in advance, the workers recruited from both sides of the strait are always a group of us like your brain disease, which is an inevitable event."

"We are completely outside of your time management, as if we were directly airborne from another time and space... It should give you a headache."

Jiang Fang held the injured chest and coughed twice.

Having said so many words in one breath, he was also a little out of strength, and a **** smell came from the depths of his chest.

He reluctantly straightened his back, in exchange for a painful panting.

"Even now... I'm not completely incapable of escaping."

"There are trees and tools on the east bank. I can always build a new bridge... Yes, I am afraid of heights, but I also came from the west bank just now."

"Anyway, there is only one Keith on the east coast. In order to deal with Nanzhou, he has overdrawn at least half of his life force. Now I'm afraid he doesn't dare to attack me rashly, right?"

"I have nothing, so I can risk everything."

"I can try to get out of the curse, I can summon the demon, and I can find Keith and kill him. - Kill him without touching him, I have it. "

"Mr Duke, I know, you can fix the timeline, you can go farther in the past and tell Keith that if he wants to deal with us, he has to kill a silver-haired man first, but if I died early, and you are not facing a crazy me, but a crazy Nanzhou. There will be more and more variables you don't expect."

"I guess, the current situation is the best ending you can achieve after a thousand or ten thousand calculations, isn't it?"

Jiang Fang took a deep breath: "As long as you don't stop me, or if you are willing to help me, I will not disturb you. You and Keith are willing to be cursed and go to **** together, It's all up to you."

"I now... just want to take my friend back to the West Bank and go down the mountain."

Jiang Fang's words did not get any response, it seemed that he just told the wind in the mountains.

However, Jiang Fang's few words made the Duke who was always and everywhere his temporary ally.

It's true that the Duke is a lunatic, but the romance that belongs to a lunatic in his bones can be fully exploited.

Obviously, the power behind that also knows the power of Jiang Fang's words.

Once the deal is concluded, Jiang Fang is very likely to get out of the copy again.

This is different from their original plan.

In an instant, things change.

The scenery around Jiang Fang receded one by one, as if the game crashed, restarted, and read.

Nanzhou is gone.

The bodies of his teammates are gone.

The church is gone too.

Fish-scale garbled characters appeared all around, and a brand new temporary scene was rebuilt.

—an endless hillside, a towering ancient tree, a crimson new world.

Nothing else.

Jiang Fang leaned against the ancient tree and sat down slowly, closing his eyes for a long time, before he could endure a terrifying dizziness.

He smiled and said, "I've worked for you until now, and the mission is over, so you're going to throw me here?"

No one responded to him.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a good time."

"Let's be honest and talk about conditions."

"You don't want your test server...because there has always been a person who refuses to die honestly, there is no way to accept it successfully, right?"

Jiang Fang is not worried that his actions will lead to obliteration.

If their lives can really be deleted with one click like simple data, why don't the power behind it be wiped out after all the game experiments are completed, and it is also time-consuming and laborious to throw them into a Troubled and unsolved copy?

Of course, even if she were to die, even if she was really abandoned in this boundless wilderness, Jiang Fang would not care.

He doesn't have much to care about after all.

Jiang Fang licked her lips: "...If the conditions are good, I can make you less troublesome. Besides, I've been playing until now, and I want a wish, which is reasonable."

…

At the same time, in the office of Gaowei's "Gravity" test server, the supervisor took a board: "After the official server of Earth is opened, we will launch the wishing system to stimulate players to generate motivation to play. Since he If there is a requirement, it's okay to test it on him first."

A high-dimensional tester objected: "If he makes a big wish—"

The price. If his ambitions are too big, we can not satisfy him."

…

In the crimson sky, a huge **** eye suddenly opened.

"Oh, that's not good." Jiang Fang and the one-eyed stared at each other for a moment, then smiled and said to himself, "Next time, it's better to get a cartoon wishing pool, and the people who see it will accept it. Could be a little taller."

You can make a wish, but your wish needs to be exchanged for a corresponding price."

Jiang Fang took a breath and fluently said his long-cherished wish: "I make a wish that no matter where Nanzhou is, I can reunite with him in the same life form. "

"The price is...I can test for you until Gravity no longer needs me."