Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 249

     Hearing this, Jiang Fang’s originally calm eyebrows moved slightly.

    He pinched lightly with his fingertips to suppress the shocking waves that had already been born in his heart.

    He wanted to dictate Nan Zhou’s memory through himself.

    But that’s not just because of the stupid mistakes I said.

    Antarctica stared at Nanzhou again and said, “But I can only tell you about the memory.”

    There are people who can wink.

    Yuan, Ming and Qing, Chen Sufeng and Li Yinhang heard the words and stood up at the same time. The three of them formed a line, ready to go out.

    Jiang Fang didn’t move, just changed his posture and sat down.

    Nanzhou also had no problem with Jiang Fang’s existence, and said to Nanji Xing: “He is also me.”

    But Nanji Xing insisted inexplicably, and looked at Jiang Fang, but refused to relax.

    After a brief glance at each other, Jiang Fang understood, got up and said to Nan Zhou, “Go out and get you something to eat?”

    He wants to stay, but Nan Zhou doesn’t care; if he wants to leave, Nan Zhou doesn’t force it.

    All he said was, “I want baklava.”

    When Jiang Fang closed the door and left, Nan Zhou turned to Nanyang Xing: “Can’t he listen too?”

    Nanjingxing looked away from Jiang Fang’s back, “No.”

    Nan Zhou: “hate him?”

    Antarctica shook her head.

    No.

    He just thought that Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang should not stay together when returning their memories to Nan Zhou.

    Nanzhou seems to have grown up in a town, but in fact has always been in a dangerous jungle.

    This determines that even if his temperament resembles a human being, it is fundamentally different from a human being.

    For example, when he was injured, he was more used to finding a corner to hide and lick the wound.

    Nanjingxing had seen him injured, so he wanted to leave this room for Nanzhou.

    After the room was emptied, Nanjixing walked in front of Nanzhou, squatted down obediently, and put her fingers on Nanzhou’s knees.

    Nan Zhou carefully looked at what his little flying squirrel would look like when he turned into a human.

    When he showed nothing but a pair of white eyes, he only felt fierce and cold.

    But when he showed all his facial features, everything came together wonderfully.

    He is not fierce, just pure concentration and stubbornness.

    Nan Zhou began to pat his ears and stomach again, imagining him making a snoring sound with this handsome and cold face,

    The two looked at each other for nearly three minutes.

    Three minutes later.

    Nan Zhou: “You say it.”

    Nanjing Xing: “You pick it up.”

    Nanzhou, Antarctica: “…”

    One of the main pets sat beside the bed and the other squatted under the bed, looking at each other, thinking about what went wrong.

    Antarctica was born from a small animal after all, so she can’t use complex vocabulary, especially when she gets anxious.

    Many things are clear in his heart, but he can’t say them.

    He tried his best to use his weak language and organization ability, explaining on and off for a long time, but the more and more Nan Zhou said, the more confused he became.

    He can only understand one thing.

    Nanjing Xing wants to return the memory directly to himself.

    Not “inform”, but “transmit”.

    Although he and Nanji Xing are both members of the game “Gravity”, their fundamental nature is different.

    Antarctica is a complete data creature.

    Nanzhou is another dimension.

    They are completely different species.

    Nanjingxing said that he got his memory.

    In other words, his memory is stored in the data body of the South Pole Star in the form of data.

    My memory has been extracted from the body and turned into data.

    …Why is this happening?

    Is it the handwriting of high-dimensional people?

    After all, in Gravity, only high-dimensional people can do such a thing.

    But they absolutely cannot have the freedom to take away other people’s memories at will.

    If they could do such a thing, they wouldn’t spend all their resources on themselves.

    Like the human game engineer who silently invaded Never.

    Nan Zhou thought that if he could keep himself from dying, he should have set an external program. When it was determined that he was about to be fatally injured, the dungeon time would be paused, allowing the player to win and timely Teleports the player away.

    When the player leaves, the data of the invasion will disappear automatically, and the damage to Nanzhou’s body will only be limited to flesh wounds.

    This kind of restrained behavior may even cause certain bugs.

    For example, one time, some players obviously inflicted fatal injuries on him and completed the task, but he was violently twisted and twisted his neck while waiting for the teleportation.

    It can be seen that the engineer has no authority to deal with the aftermath.

    Those wounds that should have been fatal were all taken care of by Nan Zhou by himself hiding in the dark.

    High-dimensional people should be the same.

    They have some control over the environment, but they can never control people themselves.

    If they want to achieve complete control, they can only let people voluntarily open up their own authority, and take the initiative to give them some rights.

    —Is that the so-called “Wish”?

    Nanzhou had a strange idea.

    …Have you ever made a wish to a high-dimensional person at the cost of your own memory?

    Does my memory have any special value?

    Nanzhou’s side has figured out most of the key points, but Nanjixing’s side is clearly aware of everything, but it doesn’t live up to its expectations. Voice: “Wang!”

    This call made him even more angry.

    This fully proves that he is still incapable of speaking.

    Then he threw himself around the bedside table, sulking.

    …The honey glider is still very strong.

    His ears, hidden in his loose blond curls, turned into beast ears, and drooped, beating the rhythm in frustration.

    But Nan Zhou was not sad because the memory could not be retrieved, but picked up his ears curiously and licked twice: “Can it be changed back?”

    When the master and servant in the room were in a deadlock, outside, Jiang Fang asked Yuan Mingqing: “How much do you know about ‘Shao Mingzhe’?”

    Yuan Mingqing looked at him sideways, and was thinking about how to politely refuse to answer, when he heard Jiang Fang smiled and said: “At that time, you were the first main force against us, so it is related to us. You should know all the information about it.”

    Yuan Mingqing laughed twice.

    Don’t say, he really knows.

    Before the fake [Doomsday Syndrome] dungeon, they were still the team that high-dimensional people had high hopes for.

    The [Evil Fall] dungeon happened just before [Doomsday Syndrome], so both he and Tang Song knew about the sudden appearance of “Shao Mingzhe”.

    Although the information known to Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties is limited, considering the current situation, if “Shao Mingzhe” is the South Pole Star, it is enough for him to follow the logic of many things.

    At the beginning, something must have happened to Nanzhou, and it opened its own authority to the high-dimensional people.

    The price is your own memory.

    Nanjing Star managed to take away, or rather copy, his memory during the transaction process, and at the same time cut himself in half.

    The Antarctic Star of the Honey Bag Glider that followed Nanzhou was the one that was truly “separated”.

    It carried its own memory, and all tenderness and loyalty, and stayed by Nanzhou’s side.

    The other half, full of savagery, vigilance and force, the little guard likewise embraced the memory of Nanzhou and fell asleep in the sea of ​​data.

    He used his slumber to complete a robbery.

    He was originally a small boss who was good at looting and sneak attack, and robbing things from other people’s hands. This was his old job.

    This even deceived the high-dimensional people who traded with Nanzhou at that time.

    Little Honey Glider has three chances to reorganize data to protect Nanzhou.

    It weakens a little with each use.

    This also proves that Nanzhou has encountered an incomprehensible danger.

    Data has always been stable and conservative.

    The weakening of the Honey Glider is the stimulation of the sleeping data.

    In the chasing battle of thousands of people, the first layer of ban on the flying squirrel Antarctic star was unlocked.

    Therefore, “Shao Mingzhe” was born.

    He was taken to the “paper gold” where Nanzhou was at that time, and at the same time he recovered a little memory and knew that he was going to find his lost other half.

    Finding Xiaomi Glider means finding himself and Nanzhou.

    This should have been a simple matter.

    The two Antarctic stars are originally one, so that the random system of the game pool is subjected to a strange induction and traction, which assigns “Cube Ark” and “Shao Mingzhe” together.

    —that is the copy of [Evil Fall].

    It’s just that things didn’t go as smoothly as he thought.

    The second time, they met in [Evil Fall].

    In order to get rid of the siege of the head, Nanji Xing launched an attack again and met him in the truck.

    Nanjing Xing didn’t recognize this man who had turned into a human, so he was busy going home after the fight, wanting to see if Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang were okay.

    “Shao Mingzhe” thought that the little flying squirrel was a creature in the dungeon, and tried hard to find it near the hotel, but to no avail, until the game ended automatically and he was teleported back to the safe point.

    I don’t know how sad he was when he was standing on the long street in a safe place.

    Fortunately, after this time, “Shao Mingzhe” has awakened more.

    When “Cube Ark” and “Adam” allied, “Fighting” boss Qu suddenly united with “Dream”, both rushed to the top of the list and the two tigers competed, the world channel It was all about them for a while.

    Other players said, “Cube Ark” will definitely go “Douzhuan”.

    “Shao Mingzhe”, with his inexplicable closeness to “Cube Ark”, drove him clumsily to the door, squatting in the cafe opposite “Douzhuan”, waiting eagerly them.

    Although he doesn’t know what the reason and result will be.

    The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties came to me one by one, and I felt that the journey of the South Pole Star was really hard.

    However, if Gao Wei didn’t decide to besiege Nanzhou, “Lifang Ark” would not be besieged in “paper gold” just after the dungeon, and the situation was critical.

    If they are not trapped in “paper gold”, they will not encounter Yi Shuige.

    Without the assistance of Yi Shuige, it would be difficult for them to escape from the siege by using the mouth of Nanji Star.

    If Nanji Star didn’t try to make his head bigger, “Shao Mingzhe” would not be summoned.

    That way, nothing will happen.

    Thinking about it this way, everything seems to be doomed.

    One by one.

    The person you should meet is always there.

    Thinking of this, Yuan, Ming and Qing became interested.

    What is the lost memory of Nanzhou?

    …

    He had such great expectations that when he re-entered the room and learned that Nanzhou had no idea what happened during that time, Yuan Mingqing’s best gentle fake smile almost collapsed Lose.

    The little honey bag glider is squatting on Nan Zhou’s shoulder, her head down in dejection.

    However, Jiang Fang did not express disappointment that Nan Zhou failed to restore his memory.

    Feed him a bedtime dessert, pushed him to wash, and made a soft bed, Jiang Fang made everything natural and smooth.

    For Jiang Fang, whether he restores his memory or not, he is him.

    Since no one blamed him, Nanji Xing quickly walked out of his own small emotions.

    Who would have thought that not long after Nan Zhou fell asleep, Jiang Fang lifted his tail and threw him off the bed unceremoniously.

    The South Pole, who rolled twice on the ground, landed on the ground with her claws on the ground: “…???”

    He was about to have a seizure, when he saw Jiang Fang raised his finger, put it to his lips, and gave him a soft shush.

    Nanjing Xing had a good night’s sleep these two days, but he knew that Nanzhou hadn’t slept a whole night for more than a day.

    Nanjing Xing’s breath was just let out.

    If you don’t go up, don’t go up.

    Let Nanzhou spend your points to buy me delicious food tomorrow.

    Nanjing Xing thought sourly, slipped out of the suite with his own quilt in his mouth.

    Because of the huge increase in the number of members of the “Cube Ark”, this time they exchanged a two-bedroom, one-living apartment-style suite.

    Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang slept in a room, Li Yinhang slept in a separate room, and Chen Sufeng and Chen Sufeng slept in the living room.

    In the “Old City State” that advocates force, the security protection of the residence is also the most in place.

    An ambush like in “Homeland Island” is difficult to happen.

    However, among the high-dimensional people, there should only be the group of waste wood young couples left.

    Even if the high-dimensional people send them, they will probably just lie down and pretend that the signal is not good and have not received the order.

    Yuan, Ming and Qing on the sofa in the living room have a lot of peace of mind. He has thoroughly implemented the “what comes, so he can be safe”. The pillows are padded with two layers, and the quilt is extremely soft.

    Nanjing Xing, who was kicked out of the house, secretly observed the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties under the sofa.

    Yuan, Ming and Qing also knew that it was observing itself, and made up its mind to pretend to be asleep, and did not intend to have any intersection with it.

    He stepped on Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties so much that he didn’t hum.

    Standing at the end of the sofa back, Nanjixing looked at Chen Sufeng sleeping on the camp bed.

    I am not familiar with Chen Sufeng and Nanji Star.

    Although he closed his eyes, Nanji Xing knew that he was insomnia.

    He may be on guard against the high-dimensional people of Yuan Ming and Qing Dynasties, or he may be missing someone.

    Who knows.

    Nanjing Xing hesitated for a while, but did not bother him.

    He chose another narrow crack in the door, twisted his body, and forced himself in.

    Li Yinhang couldn’t sleep either.

    She didn’t know why she couldn’t sleep.

    Maybe just not sleepy.

    Always maintains a position, motionless, she is also a little hot.

    She was startled a little as soon as she thought she was back.

    The South Pole Star is clawing at the edge of the bed with its two small front claws, and its feet are off the ground, like a small swing, hanging in the air.

    He pressed his face against the bed and peeked at her.

    Li Yinhang and he looked at each other for a while.

    She whispered, “They won’t let you sleep together?”

    Nanjing Xing nodded with infinite grievance.

    It makes sense.

    Anyone who knows that their pet may turn into a handsome young man with blond hair and dark skin in the middle of the night will not allow him to sleep soundly on the couch.

    Li Yinhang thought for a while, then reached out and pressed a small nest on his pillow.

    Li Yinhang looked at the ceiling and asked, “You won’t suddenly become a human, right?”

    South Pole: “…”

    He choked weakly.

    Li Yinhang breathed a sigh of relief, took out an apple, and shook it.

    In the darkness, a small paw took the apple and held it in her arms.

    There was a little heat source around her, and she suddenly felt a little sleepy.

    However, the next second, the little paw put down the apple, and instead caught her ring finger on the pillow.

    Li Yinhang was stunned for a moment, but when he turned to look again, Nanjixing had closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

    Only the golden pattern on his face seems to have brilliance flowing.

    …

    In another room.

    Jiang Fang put one hand behind his head and gently rolled Nan Zhou’s hair down by the pillow.

    “He’s gone.” Nan Zhou, with his eyes closed, opened his eyes slightly, “You have something to tell me, I can listen.”