Forces of Temptation

In addition to the props they developed by themselves, the three people's small treasury was instantly enriched to 30,000 baht.

After confirming that there was really nothing left to loot, "Cube Ark" left the tent, but did not rush to leave.

Soon, on the side wall of a dirty alley nearby, Nanzhou found a large piece of unwiped blood.

Between the mottled blood on the ground, there is half a clear travel shoe print.

Nan Zhou remembered that the emcee of the head-down ceremony wore a pair of sneakers.

Nan Zhou came to a conclusion: "That head-turning master wanted to kill us. Someone should cooperate with him inside and out. But the bodies of the people outside were taken away."

"Did the emcee who escaped did it?" Li Yinhang asked in surprise, "Didn't he call the police?"

Death is a big deal.

He took a risk and took away a corpse without a head, wouldn't it be easier to get into trouble?

Jiang Fang smiled: "He dares."

He took a headless body to the police station and said that they planned to use the headless body to deceive people. I didn't expect that their skills were inferior to others, and they deceived themselves?

According to the logic of normal people, when encountering such a thing that is completely beyond the scope of ability, there are generally only three choices.

The front is just right.

Help order.

Ask the strong.

Judging from the speed at which the emcee smeared oil on the soles of his feet, he did not have the courage to be positive.

If he wants to call the police, after finding the body, he can call directly, there is no need to take the body with him.

It looks like this…

Jiang Fang said: "He has other places to go."

—He took the corpse and wanted to help the stronger.

Nan Zhou turned around and glanced at the young couple: "So, look. The game won't be so simple."

The young couple hugged their arms, silently picking the goose bumps on their arms.

"Nan..." Cao Shuguang almost called out Nanzhou's real name, bit his tongue before he controlled it, "...Mr. Polestar, what shall we do next?"

Nan Zhou did not answer immediately.

He stared at the blood-stained ground quietly, with a little scrutiny in his eyes.

Cao Shuguang almost called Nanzhou the wrong name.

Seeing Nan Zhou's thoughtful expression, his calf softened for a moment.

He looked at his daughter-in-law crying, and received the same guilty pat on the back of her daughter-in-law to comfort x1.

Nan Zhou was in a state of mind for a while, and then gave a soft "ah" in his heart.

Just now, Cao Shuguang seemed to be calling himself.

…He forgot about calling himself the South Pole Star.

Nan Zhou stood up, stomped his feet, and said to Cao Shuguang, who was about to cry without tears, "Let's go."

Cao Shuguang was too tense. Hearing that he did not continue to ask, he was relieved and almost sat on the ground.

Can't blame him for his poor mental quality.

He and his wife are the natural opposites of Nanzhou.

The way Nan Zhou pinched his head with his bare hands just now was so immersive, his head was already hurting.

Because they were really sorry, they took the initiative to distance themselves from Nanzhou.

The group left the alley and moved from the desolation to the lively.

Night markets in Thailand are loud and lively.

Street corner horns played an ambiguous and extravagant sound, and various market noises such as car bells, human voices, hawking, music, etc. were intertwined.

Farther away, there was the whistle of the train, and the sound was very long, leaving a strong stroke among the many noises at night.

They crossed a river.

On the other side of the river there were monks lined up, walking barefoot.

And the river holds their reflections, and countless stars and moons.

Nanzhou looked at the world, which was almost a fantasy world to him, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

He wanted to blend in, but the world naturally had a sense of distance, confronting him not far or near.

…It’s like a river with no source in front of me.

This made Nan Zhou a little confused.

There is a cart selling fruit by the river, Jiang Fang bought some.

In the tropics, fruit is not valuable, especially at night fruit stands, 50 baht can buy a large handful of jackfruit.

The freshly cut jackfruit is served with giant green plantain leaves, looking fresh and attractive.

Nan Zhou was distracted by the food, opened his mouth to take it, and halfway through eating, he realized that Jiang Fang had bitten.

He calmly slowed down his chewing speed, moved his tongue, and tried a little tooth mark left by Jiang Fang on the edge of the sweet fruit.

He cherished the half jackfruit for five minutes.

Of course, he did not forget to review the spell of flying head descending that he had just learned.

He quickly read the S-rank [Mystery Book], and there was no record of flying head landing.

Although he is not interested in sending his head out on his own initiative, he has always adhered to the attitude of "remember first and then later" about any interesting knowledge.

Jiang Fang saw that he was working hard, he liked it in his heart, and his voice was soft: "Do you remember?"

Nan Zhou: "Yeah. It's not difficult."

These spells and spells are beyond imagination.

When the master first accepted him, he refused to easily teach him the core.

He worked for five years, pouring tea and water, and only learned some leftovers.

After seeing his sincerity, Master taught him his true skills.

Even if he worked around the clock, it took him half a year to barely find the doorway.

Who would have thought that the time spent watching a performance would be stolen by someone who actually didn't understand what they were talking about?

Jiang Fang brought the handful of jackfruit to him: "Have you written down everything?"

Nan Zhou picked one: "Well, remember."

Cao Shuguang, who was dangling behind Nanzhou and the others, has almost recovered from his fear. He has always healed the scar and forgot the pain. He wanted to cheekily come over and eat the fruit. He heard the conversation between the two, and he inserted in a thief: "What about the Hehe Shu? Have you written it down?"

Nanzhou: "Yeah."

Cao Shuguang said sincerely: "Teach me."

Nan Zhou sincerely asked: "Why? Can't you?"

Cao Shuguang: "…" Friends, can you chat? ?

Looking at the corners of Cao Shuguang's twitching mouth, Nan Zhou also seemed to realize that he had said something wrong.

It's just a specific sentence, he can't say.

Cao Shuguang also knew that Nan Zhou had misunderstood what he meant, and hurriedly explained: "I'm just looking at the novelty of head-dropping, and I just want to have some fun with my daughter-in-law..."

Nanzhou let out a sigh, and repeated half a beat: "'Love'?"

He turned to Jiang Fang, waiting for an accurate explanation.

Jiang Fang held a palm of jackfruit, looked at him for a moment, and took the initiative to kiss the corner of his lips.

Nanzhou awaiting explanation: "…"

Cao Shuguang: “…”

"This is also a kind of harmony technique." Jiang Fang looked at Cao Shuguang, his eyes were in the shape of a smile, but there was no smile in them, "Have you learned it?"

Cao Shuguang said honestly: "I learned it."

Only then did he realize that Jiang Fang was not happy that he interrupted his conversation with Nan Zhou.

But this person never tells the truth, he only acts yin and yang.

…

Cao Shuguang was frightened by the cautious Jiang Fang and went back to find his daughter-in-law.

Cao Shuguang, who was in the way, and Jiang Fang, who lowered her eyes again, had a real smile in her eyes again.

Nan Zhou saw Jiang Fang's expression changes in his eyes.

He touched the hot and itchy corner of his lips, and he didn't hate this feeling.

He just thought it was interesting.

Jiang Fang looked back at Nan Zhou's gaze and suggested softly, "Are you in a hurry to review now? Let's cross the river?"

Nan Zhou agreed first: "Yes."

Nan Zhou asked again: "What did you do in the past?"

"Past..."

Jiang Fang grabbed his fingers and drew them into his palm one by one.

He looked at a bridge that appeared in front of the two of them: "Go over and find 'us'."

As a child, Jiang Fang was very good at talking.

He doesn't hesitate to talk about love and express it, which is much better than now.

Now, Jiang Fang will try to take Nanzhou to find the romantic child, and then find the lonely child trapped in the town of never.

He wants to let the two of them run like crazy.

They crossed the river and went to the arcade.

The kind you can play for a long time for a little money.

The two rode side by side on a gaming motorcycle, galloping in place in endless cities and wilderness.

Virtual wind sounds beside my ears, and real traveling companions beside them.

They grabbed a very popular Taiko master, and there was a little girl who wanted to play but was taken first.

She waited angrily for them to finish.

Because Nan Zhou can't play, and has not heard the classic theme song of Doraemon, he played in a mess.

When Nan Zhou put down the drumstick, she said to Nan Zhou in blunt Chinese: "You are so stupid."

Nanzhou: "...?"

For the first time in his life, he was called stupid.

Jiang Fang hugged him and laughed, comforting him gently: "It's not stupid, it's a lie."

Jiang Fang also studied dance at the university that did not belong to him.

He studied poppin, and also a little jazz, waltz and tango.

Jiang Fang used this experience on an old dance machine on the corner of Tyrande Street.

Nanzhou also danced with him, but because he was not very skilled, no matter how strong his reflexes were, he would always miss a beat or two.

Whenever this happens, Jiang Fang will always turn the tide and help him make up for it in time.

When Nan Zhou looked at him, he always blinked and smiled brightly and happily.

Nan Zhou opened his eyes and thought, there is no more powerful harmony technique than Jiang Fang's laughter.

For example, right now, he wants to kiss him.

…

Under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, a tall man walked into the empty tent.

His face is pale, his bones are thick, but his expression is indifferent, like a soulless pottery man made of white clay.

He looked down at the head descender who was naked, his face was covered with black blood, and he seemed to have only one breath left.

The man leaned over and stretched out his fingers. After feeling a trace of vitality under his nose, he said with a gloomy expression: "Take him back."

Fortunately, the head descender was only a monkey, so he was easily hugged.

When his head leaned against the emcee's neck, he choked out a mouthful of old blood from the depths of his throat.

The man walked around the place where the three of the "Cube Ark" originally sat, but found nothing of value.

Nanzhou not only cleaned their apprentices from the inside out, but even took the futon they sat on before leaving.

…It can be said that while eating and taking, they did not leave a single hair behind.

The man frowned deeply: "Is there a character for their birthday?"

The emcee is scrambling to wipe the **** neck with a handkerchief: "Yes, yes, yes."

The man said: "It's not enough, only the lowest. I want what's on them."

The emcee didn't even dare to come out.

The man pointed at the sweaty emcee with a pair of dark eyes: "Can you know where they live?"

—If Jiang Fang shakes the [Fate Concerto] again at this moment, he will find that their fate has undergone subtle changes.

The difficulty and level of this dungeon have quietly evolved from the original Sword 3 to Sword 6.

The author has something to say:

"Cube Ark", play the copy to the first team w