Forces of Temptation

For the first three days, although they lived in fear, they lived in peace.

Not only peaceful, but also leisurely enough.

There are no outsiders visiting the church at all, and there is no modern communication tool to contact the outside world. Even the power supply at night is half by electricity and half by candlelight.

Therefore, the pastor does not have to deal with the common parish affairs of ordinary churches at all, and he does not need to worry about the daily affairs such as mass and prayer.

He wears a black robe and works full-time on the dragon every day to be a mysterious man.

As for the hired clergy, their daily work is to clean and dust, and it is not a tedious job, it can be said to be idle.

In contrast, Zhao Lirui, who came to the suspension bridge every day for handover, complained full of complaints, saying that the duke had a lot of demands, and he couldn't live without people around him. Taking off is a piece of cake, anyone in the castle can send them to run errands.

Even if they were sleepy in the middle of the night, they had to prepare refreshments for the doctors who stayed up all night.

Zhao Lirui was limited in time even when he came out to deliver the letter.

Get back to work as soon as possible.

On the third day, Hua Xixi, who accompanied Nan Zhou to deliver letters by the cliff, listened to Zhao Lirui's constant complaints, and smiled and teased Zhao Lirui across the suspension bridge: "This is so romantic, then How to sing a poem - 'At that time, the carriage was very slow, the letters were far away, and there was only enough love for one person in a lifetime'..."

Zhao Lirui rolled his eyes and said, "Yin your size."

Nanzhou's request is very simple: "If there is a chance, I want a horse."

He wanted to try to touch the forbidden boundary of "don't cross the bridge".

People can't come, maybe horses can.

The people on the east coast are naturally happy when they get the news that people on the west coast are safe and sound.

They wish they could spend the next four days like this.

Guan Junliang's big brother attribute couldn't help but want to talk to Pastor Keith, set up a branch, develop a grassroots organization, maybe it can fundamentally solve the ideological problem of Keith's young comrade .

Of course, everyone just thinks about it, and does not hold the delusion that a red heart can impress a non-human boss.

While they were having a heated discussion about which small bar to drink in a safe place after this time, Nan Zhou stood in front of the washstand and tried to talk to Jiang Fang who was washing his face: "Brother Fang? "

Jiang Fang looked at him in the mirror: "Huh?"

Nan Zhou: "I think there is something wrong with this mission."

Jiang Fang did not speak, waiting for his next words.

But Nan Zhou did not say where the "problem" was.

This is the first time Nan Zhou feels that he doesn't know where to start.

In the previous dungeons, the sneaky will create problems for them at the first time, forcing them to be exhausted, pushing them to danger, and making them have to make various choices.

This dungeon is too peaceful, so peaceful that people have no choice at all.

…No, they still have options.

He can choose whether to break this false peace.

…

Today, when Zhao Lirui and Hua Shao gags, Nan Zhou's eyes are always looking behind Zhao Lirui.

…trying to get to the West Bank?

The rules of the game explicitly ask them not to cross the bridge.

The suspension bridge was there safely, moving with the wind, safe and sound.

Stopping in place and stagnant, of course, is a kind of gameplay.

However, one step forward, no one knows whether it is a clue or death.

After turning back from the suspension bridge, Nanzhou wanted to catch a living creature and put it on the west bank to try it out.

But the designer of the copy obviously took this into consideration and blocked the road in advance.

He searched the dense jungle, no insects, no birdsong, no beasts, it was too clean.

Nan Zhou stood in the woods, raised his face, let the scorching sunlight filter through the leaves, and fell on his cheeks like gold.

Although the surroundings were peaceful, he could not feel any breath of life.

…Peaceful, terrifyingly peaceful.

At that time, Antarctica woke up and was jumping and exercising in the forest. After noticing the Nanzhou, he opened the gliding membranes on both sides and accurately hit the Nanzhou. The shoulders chirped softly twice.

Nanzhou stroked the fine hair on the top of its forehead with the tip of her finger.

He took the South Pole Star, took two steps towards the suspension bridge, and stopped again.

He quickly dismissed the idea of ​​letting it go to explore.

…

Nan Zhou folded his arms and told Jiang Fang his thoughts: "Although Nanji Star is not one of us in theory, I am worried that its brain is not enough, and if it is left in the past, there will be Danger."

Nanjing Xing is lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. If he hears Nan Zhou's remarks, he will jump up and scratch his face.

Listen to your voice.

Jiang Fang has guessed what Nanzhou wants to do.

The content of his eyes changed faintly.

He warned Nan Zhou in silence that he did not want to listen to his plan.

But Nan Zhou ignored his warning.

He said softly: "After tomorrow, the church will be handed over to you, okay?"

Jiang Fang said nothing, folded the towel, and threw it on the washstand.

With a snap, neither light nor heavy, the small splash of water fell on Nan Zhou's eyes.

There was not much anger in Jiang Fang's voice, just pure cold: "Is this what you mean by 'ready to leave'?"

Nan Zhou was raising his hand to wipe his eyes. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Jiang Fang in the mirror.

The two use the mirror as a medium, only looking at each other's reflections.

Jiang Fang sneered: "...Earlier than I thought."

The voice of their conversation is not small.

The lively discussion outside stopped.

"No." Nan Zhou tried to explain, "At least after this dungeon is over."

Jiang Fang: "Do you know what is over the suspension bridge?"

Nan Zhou: "I don't know."

Jiang Fang: "What will happen to you after you pass, do you know?"

Nan Zhou: "I don't know."

Jiang Fang: "So, are you going to die?"

Nan Zhou frowned in confusion.

He didn't understand Jiang Fang's sudden aggressiveness.

He is the most powerful one in the crowd, even if he breaks the rules of the game privately, the punishment will be attributed to him.

He thought it was reasonable.

He thought about it seriously: "This is the last thing I can do for you before I leave. And..."

“…You put me on the team, isn’t that what you do?”

He's tough, so he should take a risk.

This logic is very smooth, Nan Zhou did not think there was anything wrong,

These words suddenly struck a crack in Jiang Fang's deliberately maintained demeanor.

Jiang Fang laughed, and there was finally a hint of anger in the smile.

"You think so? I brought you out, just to use you?"

"Do I need to congratulate you in advance? Congrats on your freedom at last?"

Nan Zhou looked at him: "When I met you, I was already free."

Jiang Fang turned around and faced Nanzhou.

The eyes of the two meet, stagger, and entangle in the air.

Jiang Fang asked softly: "So, you still think I'm binding you, right?"

Nan Zhou was a little confused: "No. I just think it should be."

Jiang Fang's voice became more intense: "If you think this is what it should be, why do you leave?"

Nan Zhou blinked and seemed to understand the knot in his heart: "Brother Fang, if you don't want me to go, just say it."

Jiang Fang put her hand beside the washstand.

The water from the towel dripped wetly on his cuff.

He calmly suppressed his heartache, trying his best to maintain the appearance of the last gentleman: "I won't stop you. That's your choice. I respect my friend's choice."

Nan Zhou looked at his face, and after a while, he shook his head: "You don't even pretend."

Jiang Fang tried to smile, but in vain: "I'm not pretending, I really respect you—"

Nanzhou: "No."

Nan Zhou: "I mean, you look at me like you like me."

Jiang Fang's breathing suddenly became rapid.

The four people outside didn't even dare to come out.

Fuck. Done.

Nanjing Xing was awakened by the unusual movement, and wanted to sneak over sleepily to take a look, but Song Haining quickly grabbed it back into his arms, and quickly covered his mouth with an apple.

Nan Zhou: "I know, to you, I'm just a passerby in your life, you don't have to do that to me..."

He gestured: "Social etiquette."

Jiang Fang's face became more and more ugly.

Nan Zhou: "You can treat the matter between us as..."

He carefully considered the wording that could make Jiang Fang angry, combined with his own life experience, and tried to comfort him: "...I am your student, I have learned a lot from you, and I have seen Lots of unseen scenery. I thank you so much, now that the roleplay is over, we can—uh…”

However, he couldn't say anything next.

The warm touch blocked his lips.

The skin of the lips is the thinnest and the most sensitive.

Like the rain that fell on the dry soil, the threads merged, scorching and eager to fill the other party's everything.

Soon, they both tasted a little blood from each other's mouths.

When Jiang Fang separated from him, he bit his lips hard.

He stepped back and rattled his teeth: "I won't kiss my students."

After saying these words, Jiang Fang strode out of the bathroom, looked at the dumbfounded four as nothing, and went straight to the window to sit down.

Even if he regenerates his energy, Jiang Fang will not choose to leave the team without authorization.

Nan Zhou stuffed himself in the bathroom and did not come out.

No one knew he was staring at his reddish lips in the mirror.

He didn't understand what the kiss meant.

As if he didn't understand the meaning of Jiang Fang leaning over in front of the candy store on the "paper gold" street, posing to touch his lips.

Nanzhou thought vaguely and vaguely, it should be expressing her liking.

Jiang Fang likes him, he knows it.

I just don't like it that much, otherwise I wouldn't kiss him so much that he would break his skin and bleed.

After everyone was silent for a quarter of an hour, they heard the sound of Nan Zhou rustling off his clothes and turning on the hot water faucet.

…He took a shower on the spot.

The four all looked at Jiang Fang, suspecting that he was disliked.

But they dare not say it.

Jiang Fang's face was not filled with joy and anger, but his jaw line became tighter, and the window frame he was holding made a strange noise.

…that's all.

This unprovoked quarrel started and ended inexplicably.

Under the turbulent undercurrent, no one dared to ask more, so they simply shut up.

Nanzhou didn't change her plan because of this strange kiss.

He originally planned to explore the West Bank after handing over the supplies on the fourth day.

And the mutation happened on the fourth day.

—Zhao Lirui, who should have been handed over to the suspension bridge within the specified time, did not come.

Nanzhou thought he was delayed because of something in the castle, so he leaned on the bridge rail, looked down at the deep valley, and waited for him to come.

One hour.

Two hours.

On the small road on the west bank, there is no more Zhao Lirui running all the way.

Nanzhou Station arrived at the sunset.

When the shadows of the trees around him turned into cold and miserable ghosts, and the countless branches were like ghost hands, desperately grabbing Nanzhou's face from all directions, he reversed his pace and turned back to the church.

Pastor Keith was standing at the door of the church, his face gloomy in the shadow of the door, and it seemed to be almost integrated with the relief on the outer wall.

Pastor Keith only said lightly: "Really."

Mr. Keith looked back at him.

I don't know if it was an illusion, Nan Zhou thought he showed a little smile.

As if he had waited for a long time, he finally found a gap in the inseparable alliance of these six people.

Just because she didn't smile for too long, the smile looked like it was glued hard, cramped and dry.

He smirked and said, "Okay, let's go to the office and talk."

…

That night, Nan Zhou woke Jiang Fang and the others.

He cut to the chase: "I tied Keith."

This speech was too explosive, and immediately made everyone sober.

But they weren't too surprised.

It's Brother Nan, it's not surprising that anything happens.

Earring male Ban Hang rubbed his eyes and said inarticulately, "What did he do?"

"I didn't do anything." Nan Zhou said, "As soon as he entered the office, he was knocked unconscious by me. I moved first."

Nan Zhou used to do things like swordsmanship in the dungeons. Although the team members were a little confused, they accepted it well.

Only the man with ear studs, Ban Hang, nags: "Attack the NPC, is it okay?"

Nan Zhou didn't blink his eyes: "He wants to hire a foreigner to do things, and the foreigner becomes greedy. Seeing him alone and wanting to rob property is also in line with normal logic."

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

Ah, mean stranger.

This setting also makes sense.

The author has something to say:

Brother Fang: Yes, but it's useless.