Forces of Temptation

Nanzhou had no dreams all night.

But he thought he was dreaming.

He felt itchy in the back of his neck, as if electricity was running ambiguous up and down his spine.

Nan Zhou did not feel malicious, so he let the current attack him.

However, after a while, a hand reached into the quilt, gently grabbed the hem of his shirt, and pinched the lower edge, as if to determine and measure something.

As a result, the knuckles of that hand accidentally rubbed against the skin of his thigh.

Nan Zhou is not used to being touched by others, even in a dream.

He immediately arrested the hand, pinched it, and found that it seemed to belong to Jiang Fang.

—He once carefully studied and observed Jiang Fang's hand.

So he didn't choose to twist it.

Nan Zhou frowned slightly, put his hand under the pillow, and instructed the other party in a mixed voice: "When sleeping, put your hand under the pillow."

Soon, he heard Jiang Fang's smiling reply: "Yes."

So Nan Zhou felt relieved, turned over, and showed his back to him.

Gravity slowly sent Nanzhou to Jiang Fang's arms.

Nanzhou didn't know all this.

Nan Zhou slept very deeply.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a half full moon outside the window.

It took him half an hour to wake up, and then he sat up: "Morning."

Li Yinhang was washing his clothes in a bathrobe, when he heard the sound, he turned around, his expression suddenly complicated.

"It's getting late." She shook the foam on her hand, "It's half past six in the afternoon."

Nanzhou: "...?"

Li Yinhang didn't think much about it.

She also had the experience of falling asleep all day and night after being busy.

At that time, when she woke up, looked at the clock, and then looked at the calendar, she thought that when she was sleeping, the time line had quantum fluctuations.

However, in the past 15 hours that Nanzhou slept, something good happened.

They got an S grade in the last game. In addition to 1000 points, there is also a random item for each player.

After one night and half a day, the props were finally distributed to everyone's backpack.

Li Yinhang got a B-level prop, a piggy bank-shaped thing.

[Item name: Ghost Push Mill].

[Purpose: Are you worried that points are just numbers? 】

[Even in the most convenient Douzhuan casino, there is no way to directly trade with points, and you still need to exchange chips. 】

【Then, why not try our "Ghost Pushing Mill", which can materialize the invisible and intangible points. 】

[One cent, one coin, unlimited storage, unlimited number of entities. 】

[The method of use is very simple: either, bribe the enemy with a full pot of points, after all, money can make ghosts grind; or, with a full pot of points, hit the enemy's head, send He went to grind. 】

[Note 1: Disposable items, cannot be reused after damage]

[Note 2: The amount of points after materialization is deducted from the points and cannot be restored to the data. 】

…all good.

I also advertised for Douzhuan Casino.

Before seeing the last line, Li Yinhang was still thinking about how to use it.

After all, no matter how small mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

When he saw Note 2, Li Yinhang immediately found the consignment point in the city wall, and put this tasteless thing on the player mall.

Goodbye, goodbye, no delivery.

Li Yinhang asked Nan Zhou, "What props did you draw?"

After reading the description of the props from beginning to end, Nan Zhou did not answer her question: "Where is Brother Fang?"

Li Yinhang: "Outside..."

Nan Zhou stood up and walked straight out.

Li Yinhang called him: "Clothes! I'll wash you—"

"No."

Nan Zhou rejected her proposal briefly and walked quickly to the door.

But he seemed to realize something, turned his head suddenly and looked straight at Li Yinhang.

Li Yinhang thought he had something important to say, so he straightened his back in a hurry and waited for him to speak.

The eyes of the two officially met for about five seconds.

Nanzhou solemnly said: "Thank you."

Li Yinhang: “…”

Li Yinhang: "…Huh?"

When she glanced at her foam-soaked clothes, she realized that Nan Zhou was thanking her for her suggestion to do laundry for him.

Li Yinhang's mouth twitched: "No need..."

When she looked up, Nan Zhou had disappeared at the door.

Li Yinhang tried his best to convince himself that the big guys acted so strangely.

As soon as Nan Zhou left, the NPC guy who showed them the room yesterday stepped into their room, whistled at her with a smile, and put two rolls of colorful magazines into two The pillow of the bed was stuffed, and a business card was placed on the wooden bedside table full of smoke scars, and then he left.

Li Yinhang: What are you doing?

She spread out her hands full of foam, walked to her bed, and pushed her elbow against the pillow.

A shoddy volume of **** magazines stands out.

There are two wild men on the cover.

Still indescribable.

One of them was also pressed in front of the mirror.

The scene was unimpressive for a while.

Li Yinhang tilted his head again and found that the business card on the bedside table had a call girl printed on it... maybe the man's phone number.

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang also have the same cover and magazine under the pillows.

Li Yinhang's first thought was that he must receive money.

It is estimated that the NPC who issued the business card will get a commission from it. I don’t know how much he can earn.

She originally wanted to take away the magazines under Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang's pillows, but then she thought, neither of them are gun commanders, so don't worry too much.

Especially Nanzhou.

Li Yinhang couldn't imagine how emotional his cold and desperate face looked like.

She shrugged and turned back to the laundry tub.

But after she started scrubbing again, she suddenly realized a problem:

etc.

Why is there a woman and two men in the room, but all the men put men's magazines?

…

Nan Zhou put his hands in his pockets, squeezed the small lock in his pockets, walked out of the hotel room, and looked around.

The night of "paper gold" came as early as three in the afternoon.

A mouse flashed by in the corner, Nanzhou only had time to see its tail as thick as a cat.

Advertisements for the treatment of athlete's foot and diphtheria are posted on the stained grey walls.

The light bulbs hanging in the cramped hallway are lit individually.

The light bulbs in front of each house have different colors and shapes, red, yellow, blue and green, round, long and flat, bright and dark, the whole city seems to be a huge and weird world of colorful lights.

A full moon hangs on the sky, a little more complete than what Nanzhou saw in the bathroom yesterday.

Then it should be fifteen today.

Nanzhou looked up at the moon for a long time.

Then, he saw Jiang Fang under the moonlight.

Jiang Fang is sitting on the spacious staircase on this floor, playing mahjong with three NPCs.

The fireworks are perfectly blended.

He pronounces his cards accurately, ensuring that every elderly poker player across from him can hear him clearly.

Nan Zhou thought of the dream of touching his shirt yesterday.

Jiang Fang is a very elegant gentleman.

It can be seen that a dream is a dream, and it is the most illogical thing.

Seems to be aware of the sight behind him, Jiang Fang turned around.

The corner of Jiang Fang's eyes slightly curved at the moment of meeting Nan Zhou's eyes.

He mouthed to him, "Wait."

So Nanzhou waited in place, looking at the moon and him.

When Nan Zhou saw Jiang Fang got a mahjong tile, he tore down all the tiles in front of him, put his hands together, apologized to the three old men and smiled tenderly, as if he was in awe of his own Sorry for the win.

Nan Zhou pressed his chin on his arm.

He was thinking about the real Jiang Fang, who was flamboyant in the casino yesterday, and the Jiang Fang who was coquettishly with the old man in front of him.

Jiang Fang bid farewell to the old man, ended the game, and came to him.

Before Nanzhou could react, Nanyang Xing seemed to have noticed something, and it came out of Nanzhou's collar with a swipe, chirping excitedly, and pounced on it like a small plane Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang raised his hand with a smile, caught it with his left hand, and rubbed its soft forehead with his thumb.

Nanjing Xing smelled the sweet fruity aroma and wanted to crawl out from his left hand and steal it from his right hand.

…But it found itself firmly controlled by Jiang Fang.

Nan Zhou asked: "What did you win?"

"Won an apple."

Jiang Fang gently squeezed the chirping Nanji star with one hand, and raised his right hand behind him to Nanzhou.

It was a red apple that was full of freshness and water mist.

He said warmly: "For you."

Nan Zhou's eyes lit up and took the apple: "Why bet on this?"

"These three old gentlemen like to bet on fruits. Apples are the most expensive." Jiang Fang said, "The one who wins ten games in a row can get the best apples."

Nan Zhou played with Apple: "Thank you."

Nanjing Xing finally broke free, ran along the rusty iron railings all the way back to Nanzhou's arms, raised his head to learn how to bark, and tried to get a few apples by selling cuteness.

Nan Zhou reasoned with it seriously: "mine."

Nan Zhou held the apple and stood side by side with Jiang Fang by the railing on the twelfth floor of the city wall, overlooking the night scene.

Nan Zhou asked: "What did you draw?"

Jiang Fang said: "The B-level item, 'Secret of the Clown', is a complete deck of playing cards with knife edges on all sides. It is an offensive consumable. Use one less than one."

Jiang Fang asked: "How about you?"

Nanzhou directly showed him the props issued by the system.

[Congratulations to player Nan Zhou for receiving the S-rank reward item - Ma Liang's Sketchbook (3 pages)]

[Item Level: B]

[Proper nature: limited number of times (limited to 3 times)]

[Instructions: Draw a cake. - Although it disappears in your stomach within three minutes after you eat it. 】

【Draw an extinct dodo. — though it went extinct again three minutes later. 】

【Draw a lover. —Although it can only hold your hand for three minutes. 】

Jiang Fang: “…wow.”

Jiang Fang: "Very depressing explanation."

Judging from the rewards the three of them received, although it was a "random reward", it unexpectedly matched their personalities and abilities.

Nan Zhou said: "This is an algorithm."

In the process of their game, the game algorithm collects their information as much as possible, and then assigns their props.

Planning all of this, pulling so many people around the world into an endless horror game, starting a protracted death race, and building behavioral analysis mechanisms for each player.

…What is the mastermind behind?

Nanzhou can't think of the answer for now.

Jiang Fang apparently did too, so he asked a more pragmatic question: "Do you have a triple-use card for your card, and what do you want to draw?"

"I don't know." Nan Zhou said, "Let's draw a door."

Jiang Fang agreed with him: "If you had this item in the first copy, we should have an easy life."

Nan Zhou continued the second half of the sentence: "...draw another Xiaoming."

Jiang Fang moved her eyebrows.

Nan Zhou said: "If you can take him out of there, even if it's only three minutes, that's fine."

Nan Zhou added: "Unfortunately, it can't be done."

Jiang Fang stared at Nanzhou, his expression softened.

He didn't even realize his tenderness.

For him, this is just a sentence that he feels.

But this unconsciousness is a fatal temptation for Jiang Fang.

Nan Zhou suddenly asked: "What is that?"

Jiang Fang looked away from his face and followed his gaze.

A monk in linen and cloth trousers walked slowly on the blue brick square in the center of the first floor of the city where the sewage was flowing.

He twirled a pair of beads in his hand and walked very slowly with a pair of bare feet.

Whether it is temperament or dress, he is out of tune with the prosperity around him.

Nan Zhou asked Jiang Fang: "What is this NPC doing?"

"It should be the player." After observing for a while, Jiang Fang replied, "His behavior pattern is completely different from that of NPCs. ... He is probably supervising and paying homage to someone."

Nan Zhou asked: "Do you pay tribute to his teammates?"

"It's possible." Jiang Fang thought for a while, and then added, "It's also possible that it's all people who have died in the game."

Nanzhou was silent.

After a moment, he asked, "When are we going to do our next mission?"

Jiang Fang smiled: "In such a hurry?"

Nan Zhou: "I want to end the game quickly, get the first place, and then fulfill my wish."

Jiang Fang: "What is your wish?"

Nan Zhou paused: "I can't tell you."

Jiang Fang smiled: "Aren't we friends?"

"Not a friend." Nan Zhou frowned slightly and emphasized, "It's a collaborator."

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Jiang Fang's mouth froze.

This conversation sounds familiar.

It once appeared between Nan Zhou and Li Yinhang.

At that time, Jiang Fang didn't think it was anything.

But now...

The originally harmonious atmosphere between the two suddenly stiffened.

Jiang Fang turned sideways. His expression is still smiling, but the expression between his eyebrows has a subtle sharpness: "Why?"

Nan Zhou: "I can't tell you my wish. I have my own reasons."

Jiang Fang: "I didn't mean that."

He took a step forward, compressing the safety distance: "...why are we not friends?"

Nan Zhou refused to give in at all, and was not prepared to revise his statement: "Because it is not."

"I thought..." Jiang Fang's pale eyes always had a polite smile, "We have experienced a lot of things together, you, me, and Yinhang should at least be friends."

He was so polite that the aggression that was simmering in him was not revealed.

Nan Zhou noticed his abnormality.

He asked Jiang Fang in confusion: "What's the matter with you? Are you not feeling well?"

Jiang Fang did not realize his gaffe.

He grabbed the rusty railing, gave himself six seconds, and restrained his emotions through silent counting.

He took the initiative to bring the topic back to their previous conversation.

"You said, you want to do a task?"

Nan Zhou nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Fang stared at him and said, "At least not today."

Nanzhou's expression froze: "You..."

Most of the residents in the castle are NPCs, and the range of activities and intelligence depends on the character attributes.

For example, the hostess of the hostel bargains with the guests, sells breakfast to make buns, or secretly distributes pornographic magazines for the guests to earn extra money.

And a group of unimportant child NPCs, just periodically refreshed from the other end of the corridor, chasing and running in groups.

The corridor is extraordinarily narrow, so narrow that when two slender housewives approach each other, they have to dodge each other sideways.

Facing Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou stood in the middle of the corridor, and was slammed into the waist by the boy who led the rampage.

He who should have remained motionless, staggered and fell forward under the impact of a child.

When his body was about to hit the iron railing heavily, an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him back firmly into his arms.

The hand wrapped tightly around his waist with such force that it even pressed his soft abdominal muscles to sag a little.

Under the thin moonlight, Jiang Fang hugged Nan Zhou's waist, listened to his slight breathing in his ear, and smiled softly:

"...Look, I said, at least not today."

The author has something to say:

Nan Zhou's opinion of Fang: gentleman, elegant, coquettish, cruel to people must be uncomfortable

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