Forces of Temptation

Many friends, multiple paths, this is one of the tenets of He Yinchuan's life.

He Yinchuan naturally had no objection, and readily replied: "Okay."

Nan Zhou used a silver fork to scoop up the cream on the plate and put it into his mouth.

He thought, the cream is bad and a little sour.

…This made him feel even worse.

Jiang Fang's smile was quite official and polite, but in his eyes, it was like the dazzling sunlight outside the window, which stabbed his eyes with fluttering and tightness.

His teeth exerted force involuntarily.

Click.

Everyone at the table, including the "Bronze" squad that has not left, assured that they heard an unusual crisp sound.

Nanzhou with a bitten fork: "…"

He was afraid of scaring people, so he simply kept the action of holding the broken handle of the fork, motionless, and looked straight at He Yinchuan.

He Yinchuan looked a little hairy by his cold eyes.

But he always says what he has to say, no matter who he will offend.

Even if there is a killing **** in front of you.

He asked, "Nanzhou, do you have anything else to say to me?"

Nanzhou nodded.

He put his fork in his mouth and mumbled, "He already has friends."

He Yinchuan: "…Huh?"

Nan Zhou looked up at He Yinchuan and said seriously, "It's me."

He Yinchuan was confused: "Huh?"

Liang Shu was the first to notice that the atmosphere was wrong.

She touched the back of Zhou Ao's hand.

Zhou Ao's mind is also quite meticulous.

He could see that Nan Zhou was not happy.

Although he never had a special expression on his face, it was clear that an ominous rain was brewing now.

Zhou Ao squeezed the hand of He Yinchuan, who wanted to break the casserole and asked to the end, and took the initiative to clear the siege: "Well, I am the only friend of Team He."

Captain He, who was puzzled by the style, refused to accept: "I have many friends."

Hearing this, Nan Zhou's eyes moved, and when he looked at Zhou Ao again, he showed a three-point pity, his eyes seemed to sympathize with a husband who was planted with a colorful flag by his wife.

Zhou Ao felt chills on his back when he saw him, his fingertip bandages climbed around He Yinchuan's wrist a few times, forcibly pulled him up, and got up to say goodbye.

Ding.

The wind chime of pushing the dessert shop open, and the sound of the silver fork biting in the mouth of Nanzhou falling onto the plate subtly coincides.

Li Yinhang's pupils dilated: "..." Come on, hydraulic press.

Smelling the inexplicable meaning in the air, she herself felt that her whole body exuded the burnt smell of the light bulb circuit overload.

She especially consciously took Nanji Xing to the front desk.

After a big event, she was a little hungry, and wanted to order a plate of the cheapest mushroom pasta in the store to fill her stomach.

Li Yinhang just walked a few steps away when Nanzhou suddenly moved.

He grabbed Jiang Fang's right hand with his backhand, bullied his body forward, and pressed his body against the floor-to-ceiling window.

Bang.

Li Yinhang heard a muffled sound, and looked back, the miser's nature was acute for a while, and he almost blurted out that his ancestors broke it lightly and wanted to compensate.

But she woke up immediately, quickly left the battlefield, and blocked the NPC who heard the movement and tried to check.

The sun shines through Jiang Fang's shoulders and brushes on both sides of Nan Zhou's cheeks, causing a thin layer of shadow to gather in his eyes.

"Don't look at him." His strength was so well controlled that his fingers were shaking slightly, "You have to look at me."

Jiang Fang's eyes have not been on He Yinchuan since just now.

He only looked at Nanzhou, watching his reaction, his heart was full of warmth and itching, and a little gentle sourness.

Jiang Fang knows that temptation is not good.

But it was the way he was used to it.

Although vicious, it is also his self-protection mechanism, like a layer of hard armor.

Even if infinitely softened, it's still there.

Jiang Fang tried to coax Nan Zhou: "I've been watching you."

Nan Zhou was a little aggrieved: "But you have a lot of friends. Just got another one."

Jiang Fang went deeper and deeper: "Can't I make friends?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes, but you have to think carefully, you can only hand in one."

Jiang Fang exaggerated the seven-point curiosity in his tone to ten: "Why?"

Nan Zhou: "Because 'friends' are very important."

Jiang Fang finally asked the point: "So, why can't I be 'friends' with He Yinchuan?"

"He can't." Nan Zhou whispered, "Because he can't die for you."

Jiang Fang's relaxed shoulders suddenly tightened.

He looked into Nanzhou's eyes, and a star gradually appeared in his eyes: "Do you think so?"

Nan Zhou failed to see the subtle change in Jiang Fang's demeanor, and analyzed it carefully: "He Yinchuan has his own friends."

On the snowy mountain, Zhou Ao fought his life to save him.

Nanzhou witnessed their unbreakable friendship.

It's just that He Yinchuan dared to openly say that he has a friend in front of Zhou Ao.

Brother Fang also said in front of himself that he had many friends, but that was in the past tense.

Nan Zhou worked hard, but he still didn't mind.

It's just too much for Brother Fang to develop a new friendship in front of him today.

He needs to work hard to correct.

"We kissed, lay down and slept together, you have reproductive impulses for me, and I am willing to die for you."

Nan Zhou said softly, "Isn't this a good friend?"

Nanzhou's learning ability has always been strong.

He can easily take many concepts to heart.

Although he has forgotten who implanted these ideas in him, he just firmly believes that friends should be such a concept.

Because there seemed to be someone who said they were friends and liked him so much.

Nan Zhou wanted to say something, but the corner of his mouth was lightly touched.

Jiang Fang looked at him with deep and dark eyes, immersed in shadows, like a bottomless lake.

Only the shadow of the person in front of me is reflected in the lake.

Jiang Fang used such a controlled posture to peck Nanzhou.

Nan Zhou did not hide, just looked at him in confusion.

After a while, he also tentatively leaned over and pressed a cooler kiss on Jiang Fang's lips.

Reciprocity, but it ignites at a touch.

Jiang Fang used the left hand that was freed up but not caught by him to force Nan Zhou into his arms.

Nan Zhou's body is the most sensitive of this wound of unknown origin. After being forcibly touched, it caused waves of tremors of the same unknown origin.

He heard Jiang Fang say to him: "Since this is the case, let's be friends from today and now."

Nanzhou didn't like what he said.

He protested, "It's been a while."

Jiang Fang's laughter sounded in his ears, it was very pleasant and pleasant: "When?"

Nan Zhou thought for a while and set the time: "Fourteen hours ago."

Jiang Fang followed the time point he gave to recall.

At this time, after Nanzhou's semi-succubus state was lifted, he had a fever and took care of him by himself.

Jiang Fang: "I don't seem to have done anything special."

Nan Zhou: "It's nothing special."

Nan Zhou: "But I've wanted to be your friend for a long time."

Nan Zhou: "Fourteen hours ago, I thought it was almost the same."

Jiang Fang listened to him very much, and rubbed his ear tenderly: "Okay. Listen to you."

Outside the square, players who noticed the tension between Nanzhou and Jiangfang have been peeking in twos and threes for a long time.

They are waiting for a violent infighting.

As a result, this scene blinded many expectant players on the spot.

After Li Yinhang ate the dog food silently and ate a whole plate of mushroom pasta, it was already dark.

They went to a tower-shaped hotel in the "Ancient Rome" nearby and stayed in the luxury suite on the top floor.

This is the rule in "Ancient City": Anyone who wins more than ten games in the "Colosseum" can stay for one day for free.

The winner of the 99ers race will receive permanent residency in the room on the top floor of the Babel.

As stated on the bronze sword in front of the "Colosseum" square:

—Winning is truth. The truth lives forever.

This is a winner's offer.

Li Yinhang occupied a room, washed himself and Nanji Xing, and went to bed together.

After coaxing Nan Zhou to sleep, Jiang Fang went to the bathroom alone.

He turned on the faucet, and when the water flowed down his fingertips, he turned on the "psychic communication device" in the warehouse.

Yi Shuige and Lin Zhisong are still online.

When Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou agreed to forge a precious friendship with each other, they had already exchanged identities and were almost familiar with each other.

So Jiang Fang straight to the point: "What do you think we are going through?"

Yi Shuige answered quickly: "A high-dimensional invasion of low-dimensional."

This is basically everyone's subconscious consensus.

It can detain tens of thousands of players and create a completely closed game environment. Playing and humiliating must be a higher and stronger force that does not belong to this world.

Like the [sun.exe not responding] that blocked the sun, now that I think about it, it should be high-dimensional people who are using a human-comprehensible way to predict the danger.

Players who are only in the game will always avoid and refuse to face this fact.

They only need to think about how to live tomorrow and how to clear the dungeon, and they have done their best.

If you still think about the layout behind this, I am afraid you will die due to the unresolved pressure.

Jiang Fang; "It's so boring."

Yi Shuige smiled in agreement: "Yeah. With such an ability, why can't you do it, bring us in to play games?"

Lin Zhisong is the youngest of the three, and his imagination is even more wild: "Does this mean some kind of 'evolution'? Or 'breeding'?"

For example, high-dimensional people outside the sky noticed the existence of intelligent life on the earth, and want to select excellent seeds from it, test them, and incorporate them into high-dimensional?

Having heard his thoughts, Jiang Fang smiled and said, "Selecting excellent seeds, but not talented young people under 18? Not choosing experienced scientists over 60?"

Lin Zhisong thought about it and thought so too.

When the high-dimensional people screen the entrants of "Gravity", it seems that they only set a card in the "age" item.

The behavior of not children and the elderly is not so much "choosing a good breed" as "choosing a person who is more suitable for playing games".

More simply, children and the elderly are not as physically fit as young adults.

The consideration of entertainment is far greater than practicality.

Lin Zhisong thought about it, but couldn't think of a better explanation.

He asked Jiang Fang: "Then what do you think their purpose is?"

Jiang Fang rhetorically asked Yi Shuige: "What is the purpose of the holographic game "Universal Gravity"?"

"Make money." Yi Shuige is quite straightforward, "It can also entertain the public. Also, some people really love games and want to explore the limits of the ninth art."

Jiang Fang gently and skillfully flicked his tongue.

—capitalist, entertainer, artist.

Most games in the world are controlled by these three?

Therefore, the game they are currently in has a high probability.

This guess made Lin Zhisong a little unacceptable: "You mean, they just want to take us... for entertainment?"

They killed so many people in vain, so many people are separated from their loved ones forever, but they sacrificed just for entertainment?

Faced with such cruelty, Jiang Fang looked as usual: "We made "Gravity" and restored the 'Nanzhou' in "Eternal Day", isn't it just for the game."

The author has something to say:

True brotherhood: we are good brothers.

False brotherhood: "We kissed, lay down and slept together, you have reproductive impulses towards me, and I am willing to die for you. Isn't this a good friend?"