Forces of Temptation

In an hour.

Jiang Fang stood in the kitchen of the Nanzhou family, holding the kitchen knife of the Nanzhou family, cutting the ingredients he stored in the backpack and collected from the "homeland island".

Inexplicably trapped in the game for a month, they all lived on the food in their backpacks.

Jiang Fang is a bit of a collector.

Leaving a gap in all achievements is enough to make him awkward.

Therefore, his collection of food, plants, tools, weapons, fishing objects, etc. are all complete.

Now, he has a dark yellow ripe mango and a bowl of white peaches that have been diced and soaked in cold water to keep fresh.

Nan Zhou squatted beside the counter, rolling the mangoes on the table curiously, and asked seriously, "Is it delicious to cook with fruit?"

"Well." Jiang Fang was wearing Nanzhou's apron, and said gently, "If the oven at home can still be used."

The two of them looked like they had known each other for a long time.

In other words, Jiang Fang can quickly give this illusion to anyone.

Jiang Fang smiled and said to Nan Zhou, "Can you pick two more apples? The apple pie is delicious too."

Nan Zhou nodded, and took the South Pole star, which was hugging the end of his hair and swaying, changed his slippers at the entrance, and turned to go out.

The moment the figure of Nan Zhou disappeared from the room, the tense muscles around everyone in the room loosened.

Some of the weapons hidden in their hands were soaked with sweat, so they were busy taking them out to maintain and wipe them.

Only Jiang Fang, with his head down, carefully served the mango peel, and put the ingredients for the fruit pie into the plate one by one.

Song Haining was confused: "Boss, what are you doing?"

"What can I do? Of course I'll kill him."

Another male player with ear studs lowered his voice and said softly: "I have seen a lot of customs clearance techniques on the "Eternal Day" dungeon in the forum. This boss is so awesome, it needs a real knife If the real gun is with him, the few of us may not really kill it. So we have to find a way to get close to it, have a good relationship with it, and then kill it. If you kill it, you will be able to pass the level. "

Speaking, he turned his face towards Jiang Fang eagerly like a sunflower: "Yes, boss."

The kitchen knife in Jiang Fang's hand landed on the cutting board with a constant speed.

The clock in the house shows that it should be a quarter past seven in the evening.

The bright white light outside the window swallowed up all the colors, leaving only a colorful halo on the glass, and the visibility was less than 10 meters.

Fortunately, the apple tree is in front of the small window in the kitchen.

When he looked up, he could see a pair of long dangling legs hanging down from the branch when Nan Zhou stepped on the branch to pick apples.

Jiang Fang looked away from the slender arc of his calf, and said with a smile: "Boss, you are right. Are there any other instructions?"

When Jiang Fang speaks, the corner of his mouth is always smiling.

But the others shrank under his smile.

The earring man who gave the opinion noticed that the situation was wrong, Nuonuodi grinned and said with an apologetic smile: "Boss, I'll just say that casually..."

Song Haining was full of heart and only believed in Jiang Fang, and stared at him: "Boss, what are your plans?"

Jiang Fang lowered his eyes: "I've already thought about it."

Others could not help but hold their breaths, intending to memorize every step of Jiang Fang's plan and strictly implement it.

The same thing they've done countless times over the past month in their near-deaths.

However, Jiang Fang's plan this time was unexpectedly simple.

He brought the mango-flavored fingertips to his lips, smeared the juice on his lips, and tried the sweetness.

"I'll take him."

"What..."

Song Haining suddenly stood up from the chair, her voice changed so nervous: "Boss, are you kidding me?"

Jiang Fang glanced at her.

Song Haining immediately swallowed this stupid question and sat down obediently.

But her hands and legs on her knees trembled together, indicating her inner unease.

Jiang Fang calmly kneads apples, sugar and flour into a smooth dough: "I'm going to put him in the warehouse and take him away."

…Warehouse?

Song Haining reacted, and immediately got his idea: "So, he is our teammate?"

Jiang Fang’s eyebrows and eyes were lowered, noncommittal.

Song Haining was still a little uneasy: "Can living things be stored in the warehouse? If you put him in, what will happen..."

Jiang Fang didn't want to tell them what he had brought in Nanzhou Star, nor did he want them to know that he had a special preference for Nanzhou.

Be honest, there is no superfluous benefit other than affecting the stability of the team.

Jiang Fang said: "Not sure."

He raised his eyes and looked around at everyone: "However, even if he dies, it is also a way for us to pass. Will we have anything to lose?"

Jiang Fang paused for a while, then said, "...if he goes out alive, you all treat him better."

"Of course."

The man with ear studs made an exaggerated movement of twisting his neck: "Little monster. It's fierce."

Under the double comfort of Jiang Fang's firm tone and the earring man's witty words, the team members suddenly felt that the road ahead was promising, and their expressions gradually relaxed.

They were standing or sitting in the apartment, and the earring man even dared to explore the house.

He touched Nan Zhou's room, rummaged for a moment, and took out Nan Zhou's painting diary.

After turning over two pages, he stood on the stairs, raised his eyebrows at Jiang Fang, and sighed: "Boss, it really looks like a person. Look, it will—"

Jiang Fang put down the formed pie.

Because his eyes are light in color, when he looks at others without any emotion, it will give people the illusion of freezing.

"Yes, he is not human."

"So if he kills you for your stupidity of peeking at your diary, I won't save you for the safety of others."

The man with the ear stud was silent, he hurriedly hugged the diary, fled back to Nanzhou's room, and obediently put it back in place.

Nan Zhou picked two beautiful apples, and then caught the South Pole Star, who was trying to steal his apples, before jumping down from the apple tree.

He opened the sliding window of the kitchen from the outside, and put two bright red apples beside Jiang Fang.

Afterwards, he folded his arms and lay by the window, carefully watching every action of Jiang Fang making pies.

Jiang Fang was stunned for a moment as he looked at his medium-length hair, which had been shattered, and blinked with his golden eyelashes.

The rush of passion.

It was the vision that underpinned all his teenage fantasies about friends.

It is his sun, the galaxy, and the friend Don Quixote who accompanies him to fight the windmill of life.

It is a dream that entrusts his sense of loneliness and belonging.

Now, he is right in front of him, as far as he can touch.

Jiang Fang thought that his heartbeat would not speed up.

In his daze, he suddenly heard Nan Zhou ask curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Fang raised his hand and touched his face, only to realize that his eyes, the corners of his mouth, and the tips of his brows were all smiling.

This feeling of being out of control made Jiang Fang feel very uncomfortable.

He quickly brought his expression to a manageable range, and said gently, "I'm laughing at the pie. The pie doesn't even know how delicious it will be."

To his surprise, Nan Zhou was so coaxing.

He stared at the pie and nodded: "…Ah."

One of them was doing it and the other was watching.

Jiang Fang bit the inside of his lip, and deliberately controlled his expression. When he added apples to the pot to make the filling, he couldn't help but put a little bit more.

…

In order to avoid the harassment of other lights, the group simply slept in Nanzhou's room.

In the world of comics, the house of the protagonist is always enigmatically large enough for them to settle down.

Jiang Fang was sitting on the edge of Nanzhou's desk, pretending that he was here for the first time, but his fingertips were fiddling with the jagged edges of the newly painted jar and vase on the table.

It was almost midnight, and it was still bright outside.

He glanced out the window and asked, "How do you sleep at night?"

Nan Zhou was on the opposite side, holding a hard-shell diary, glanced at Jiang Fang, and smeared a few strokes on the paper: "I'm used to it."

Nan Zhou asked: "Why do you care about this?"

Jiang Fang: "Shouldn't it be?"

Nan Zhou thought for a while: "I don't know. No one else cares."

After discovering the opportunity, Jiang Fang decisively and cautiously introduced the theme: "So, can we... make friends."

Nan Zhou paused for a moment and learned his tone: "...'friend'?"

Jiang Fang: "Do you know what a friend is?"

Nan Zhou: "Well. I know. I read it in the book. Later, some people wanted to make 'friends' with me. But they all wanted to kill me."

Jiang Fang thought of the dazzling wounds on Nan Zhou's shoulders in the library again, frowning for a moment, then released it quickly.

Jiang Fang said: "That's not a friend. Let me do it and try it."

Nan Zhou continued to paint and draw: "Are those people outside your friends too?"

Jiang Fang put his arm on the back of the chair and said easily: "That's not a friend, that's a teammate."

Nanzhou asked seriously: "friends and teammates, what's the difference?"

Jiang Fang put his finger to his lips: "Well... if you are a friend, I can take you away and take you to other places."

The pencil in Nan Zhou's hand stopped.

He looked up and asked, "Can you take me away?"

Jiang Fang: "Yeah."

Nanzhou: "Where will we go?"

Jiang Fang said frankly: "We people, we have tried many methods, but we can't get out of this game. So, if I take you out, I will take you to adventures in various dungeons. In short, it is very Dangerous thing."

Nan Zhou's expression didn't change much: "... um."

Jiang Fang laughed: "What does 'u' mean?"

Nan Zhou put the painting book on his knees and said dignifiedly, "It means yes."

Jiang Fang did not expect it to be so easy.

The originally prepared belly draft was instantly discarded, making him feel that he should say something right away to express his welcome to his new friend.

Nan Zhou transferred the sketchbook to the bed, and placed the pencil firmly on it: "Then as a 'friend', can I make an opinion?"

Jiang Fang: "Of course."

Nan Zhou stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Fang's left wrist, the other hand grabbed his collar, pressed him against the wall all the way, raised his left hand high, and moved towards A slam on the wall—

—This dagger, Jiang Fang can hold it firmly in his palm with just a slight shake of his hand.

Nan Zhou stared into Jiang Fang's eyes and lowered his voice: "Don't take a knife. Don't be afraid of me. I'm not that scary."

Jiang Fang was pressed against the wall by him, unable to move, and his breathing became rapid.

For a while, the room was silent.

The rise and fall of the Adam’s apple for both of them was a little violent and out of control.

But in the next second, Jiang Fang shrugged and smiled lightly: "I accept it."

Nan Zhou put down his hand, raised his hand to smooth the folds of the clothes on his chest, folded back to the side of the bed, and picked up the painting book again.

Jiang Fang took out the dagger, closed the sheath, put it back into the backpack, and asked casually, "What are you drawing?"

"Draw you."

Nanzhou is exceptionally honest.

He turned the picture book over and faced Jiang Fang.

He said sincerely—

"Draw a friend."

…

Therefore, Jiang Fang looked at Nanzhou, holding a riddled apple beside him in a trance, and couldn't understand, the Nanzhou who admitted he was his friend without any doubts , why now still refuses to admit that he is a friend.

But looking at Nan Zhou's face, Jiang Fang was sour for a while, and finally laughed softly.

Fortunately, the bond between people is always as long as the wind.

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