Forces of Temptation

Nan Zhou wanted to say something, but finally did not refute it.

He only pinched the tip of his happy tail and wrapped it around his waist wholeheartedly.

Jiang Fang's attitude is quite gentle, one sentence at a time, his tone is very provocative, but his ironing is amazing.

He silently implanted his views into the heads of the two young lovers who had fallen into desperation.

—why struggle?

The world after death is peaceful and serene. Compared with the present day of despair, anxiety, and suffering, it is simply the Garden of Eden for the soul.

As long as they wait there for a while, they can return to the normal world.

Until then, they only need to hand over their props to themselves, just like handing over the torch of life to the successor.

Because, now, apart from the three of them, Chen Xixi and the others no longer have people they can trust.

He even lightly erased the fact that "they can still resist", silently dispelling all their fighting spirit.

Even Li Yinhang felt that their death on the spot had become a very meaningful thing.

Five minutes later, the "Cube Ark" walked out of the closed door.

Two men and women who cuddled with each other and looked as calm as they were asleep, were placed side by side on the bed.

The number of survivors on the page has been reduced to 30.

And they got 3 S-level items, 10 A-level items, and 15 B-level items.

Such a fruitful robbery, even Li Yinhang felt that he was walking with the wind of a wicked man.

However, if this kind of therapy + hospice really works...

Li Yinhang's little calculus was about to move again: "If we catch people in the future, just persuade them, can we get more props?"

Jiang Fang smiled and shook his head.

Jiang Fang knows how to adapt to local conditions and time.

Two people are relatively persuasive.

Accurately, better brainwashing.

On the one hand, their lives are already in Nan Zhou's hands, and there is obviously only one way to go, so there is still room for negotiation.

On the other hand, and a very important one.

Chen Xixi, there are only two of them.

Once there are more than two opponents, it is very easy to have differences of opinion, and the room for persuasion is infinitely close to zero.

When Jiang Fang gave Li Yinhang a small psychology class, Nan Zhou looked at his palm and remained silent.

Li Yinhang, who noticed Nan Zhou's expression, pursed his lips.

She thought that Nan Zhou would not feel good.

No matter what, the players he killed before can be resurrected.

Under the game system where the resurrection mechanism does not work, what he just ended was two real lives.

She was thinking of words to comfort Nanzhou, for example, they would keep their promises, not a lie, she saw Nanzhou's tail lifted up, hooked Jiang Fang's sleeve, and gently pulled it down pull.

"What is a lover?" Nan Zhou asked Jiang Fang, "Does it mean 'a person you like'?"

Li Yinhang: "..." She doesn't need to worry about it.

Jiang Fang, who was talking and laughing just now and bewitching people, turned red at this moment.

His voice was soft: "It's our relationship."

Nan Zhou, who was supplemented with new knowledge, suddenly said: "...Ah."

Jiang Fang laughed, blushing slightly, grabbed the tip of Nanzhou's densely fluffy tail, and pinched it punishingly: "'Ah', it means consideration, or agree mean?"

Nan Zhou thought for a while.

According to the information from the previous copy [Brain Invasion], Brother Fang has a first love.

The meaning of first love is literally the first person he likes very much.

Maybe his mom, or a kindergarten teacher who gave him sugar.

Now he wants to be his lover again.

It doesn't matter.

I like him anyway.

But Brother Fang has already kissed himself, both on the face and on the mouth.

He just kissed his place and completed a one-sided help activity that made him very comfortable.

Can lovers do these things too?

After some careful calculation of interpersonal relationship formula, Nan Zhou frowned.

…he doesn’t deserve it.

Noticing the change in Nan Zhou's demeanor, Jiang Fang lowered his head and laughed softly.

Sure enough, Nan Zhou asked, "Don't you want me to be your friend?"

Jiang Fang's heart fell before he heard Nan Zhou add the next sentence in disappointment.

"Why only lovers?"

Jiang Fang: “…”

He used to feel that something was wrong.

Now, he has finally caught the source of this absurdity.

—Nanzhou's definition of "friend" seems to be different from that of normal people.

The details of getting along with Nanzhou in the past jumped into my mind uncontrollably, making Jiang Fang feel bitter and sweet.

He faintly realized that the past self seemed to have dug a huge hole for the present self.

But about him and his past, Nan Zhou obviously forgot all about him.

Why does he remember the definition of "friend" so clearly?

Jiang Fang asked him tentatively, "Mr. Nan, what do you think a friend is?"

Nan Zhou thought for a while, and just as he was about to answer, he saw a strange light in Jiang Fang's eyes.

Nanzhou reacted like electricity, just wanted to push Jiang Fang, but Jiang Fang's reflex nerves were not inferior.

Nan Zhou did not forget to drag Li Yinhang, who was obediently on the side as a background board, in with him.

When Li Yinhang, who hadn't realized what happened, collided with his back against the cold and hard floor, she could only watch a fire swept from the outside of the house with a strong stream of heat.

The target is the position where the three stood just now.

The orange-red tongue licked the outside of the wall, and after a while, Li Yinhang watched the inner wall reveal a little bit of glass texture.

The high temperature of the flame reached a thousand degrees, and within a few seconds, the room was turned into a deadly steamer.

When the heat wave enough to melt people hit, Jiang Fang threw Doraemon's handle to one side of the wall.

A door opened.

Nan Zhou pulled one in one hand and rushed towards the door.

Jiang Fang did not forget to wrap Nan Zhou's obstructing tail in his palm, for fear of tripping him.

After escaping into the safe house, there are two layers of wall isolation, and the heat plummets.

A destructive weapon of this level cannot last for a long time.

Nan Zhou supported the wall of the safe house by the corridor with one hand, and found that the temperature of the wall was rapidly fading.

Nan Zhou stopped Jiang Fang who wanted to open the door with the doorknob: "No, it's a waste."

Jiang Fang: "I just..."

Not waiting for Jiang Fang to finish speaking, Nan Zhou touched the wall with his other hand, pinpointed the joint between the wall tiles, and punched the wall noodle.

Dusty.

Shrouded in the dust of the rustling walls, Jiang Fang squinted at the corridor that opened towards them, facing the cold wind blowing into the wall, helplessly continued the second half of the sentence: "...worry your hands."

Li Yinhang: “…”

There was only one thought in her mind.

Good guy, the cat is getting more and more proficient at demolition.

Nanzhou drilled out neatly.

But he always forgets that in a half-succubus state, he is still dragging a tail.

The pointed tail is left in the wall, waving it like a sunflower on the river, very cute.

Nanzhou, who accidentally dropped her tail into the wall, looked around carefully.

The striker is not only vicious, but also the angle of the injection is extremely paradoxical.

—From the tragic burning marks left by the flame on the wall, if you trace the source all the way, you can find that the flame has turned into an incredible angle in the air that can dance on Newton's coffin. Lasing from another corridor.

The other party is also very cautious.

Players who are reckless and impulsive but do not have the corresponding strength, players who can't recognize reality, and have fluke fantasies, players who have empty props but can't use them reasonably, and players who are soft-hearted and deceived are all in Among the 70 who died.

The 30 people who are still alive are not so easy to deal with.

No one wants to die here.

Everyone thinks they can be the winner.

What's more, after the initial panic period, they paid attention to a more valuable thing.

—they were still thinking about the high bounty that Nan Zhou carried.

Having seen the skills of Nanzhou in the single and team competitions, some people are very clearly aware that if they cooperate with Nanzhou, they may be picked by others, or they may be picked by themselves. It's the lucky one; if they don't cooperate, sooner or later they die in the internal friction and are picked by Nanzhou and the others as peaches.

Therefore, 20 people quietly formed a temporary covenant after consultation.

The goal is simple.

First unanimously kill Nan Zhou, and then decide the outcome.

This is a good thing to give a try and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.

Fang Yongnian, a player with a quantum positioning flamethrower, is also one of them.

He didn't expect this shuttle to really send the paper man boss Nanzhou into the crematorium.

He was given only one official mission.

—trying to hook Nanzhou over.

Fang Yongnian was overjoyed when he heard the fast footsteps behind him.

It's done!

There is only one corridor, about 30 meters away from the place where everyone laid down the net!

He is a national second-level sprinter, and it is really suitable to send him to do this task.

Just turn the bend in front of you—

He has plenty of confidence because his teammates are holding quite strong props.

The head of Nanzhou will most likely fall into their hands...

As he ran, he couldn't suppress the joy at the corners of his mouth, and his mouth almost reached the base of his ears.

Adrenaline surged up her head, and the blood in her ears roared, even overshadowing some of the footsteps that were suddenly approaching.

Fang Yongnian, who was in ecstasy and excitement, suddenly felt the top of his head tighten.

…what-?

Seeing Nan Zhou's beautiful face clearly, his face turned blue and red, but his reaction speed was not weak.

He gathered all his strength and roared, and the life-saving talisman held tightly in the other hand glowed with dazzling brilliance.

He gritted his teeth and let out a low growl: "Go to hell!"

In his thunderous and imposing anger, Nan Zhou headed away, easily bypassed his fist, and slapped him in the face with a backhand, scraping him directly against the wall .

Fang Yongnian's rib bones were interrupted by seven or eight in an instant, and they were crooked on the ground and could not get up.

Nan Zhou looked at the man moaning in pain on the ground, looked at his palm, and sighed slightly.

Heavy hand.

Humans are fragile creatures.

Nan Zhou squatted in front of him: "Where are you going?"

Fang Yongnian looked at him in fear, the muscles were too tight and secreted a lot of lactic acid, coupled with the severe pain of the broken bones, which stimulated his body to go stiff, unable to move, and even the base of his tongue. Muscles also trembled, and they could only make a slobber sound.

Thirty meters away, dozens of other allied players who prepared dozens of props and confidently waited for the head to slam their toes on the ground, sweating profusely.

…this is so **** embarrassing!

Nan Zhou stared at Fang Yongnian, who was seriously injured on the ground, and suddenly said, "One."

Other players: "?"

Nanzhou: "Two."

The allied players looked at each other, mouthing their doubts.

"What is he doing?"

"I don't know..."

Nanzhou: "...five, seven, eleven."

As the tide of his stats rose, allied players finally reacted.

The moment they reacted, their mentality exploded.

Nanzhou... Actually counting the number of people in ambush at a distance?

Every time he counted a number, their hairs stood up in tribute.

Nanzhou wouldn't kill him directly, would he? !

When the allied players were hesitating whether they should hurry up and run away, they saw Nan Zhou stand up from Fang Yongnian, who was soft like mud on the ground.

The blood of the allied players is countercurrent, their heartbeats are unbalanced, and a group of lemmings retreats into the dark.

A dozen hearts thumping in one place, it was quite lively.

Immediately afterwards, they saw Nan Zhou lift his long legs, turned around and ran.

Allied Players: "…"

Huh? ?

Allied players are waking up like a dream.

In retrospect, they wanted to slap themselves a few times in order to miss the opportunity.

Damn it! Isn't Nan Zhou the only one?

He is obviously afraid!

Thinking of how they were shivering with fear from Nanzhou's head nod, a group of players felt humiliated, angered from their hearts, got out of their hiding places, and rushed towards Nanzhou together.

Kill him!

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Nanzhou: I can't fight, why can't I run?