Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 252

    Nanjing Xing knew that he was waiting for someone.

    He probably didn’t set the fire because he had an axe in his hand.

    If you want to break the wooden stakes used to hold the bridge cables, there is no easier and more convenient tool.

    The axe can control the time to cut the bridge more precisely, but the fire cannot.

    He didn’t need to set fire to it.

    Then he is securing the passage, waiting for someone to come.

    How about people?

    Who should have come back here with you?

    The Antarctic Star was so anxious that she looked back frequently.

    Didn’t Nan Zhou run out?

    Walking back and forth on the branch of the tree restlessly, he almost slashed the branch with his claws unconsciously, he simply slipped down the trunk and squatted under the tree.

    Believe in Nan Zhou’s ability, wait here, so as not to pass by him and be separated?

    Or, go back and save him?

    The Antarctic Star was full of blood from Nanzhou, which was stained on the white statue of the Virgin.

    He shook his head vigorously, resisting the panic in his heart, and began to think.

    Go back, not sure if he can help.

    He only knows a little about what happened in this dungeon. If he goes, he might be a disservice.

    Especially after seeing the deadly wounds on the corpse on the ground, obviously from Nanzhou’s hand, Nanjixing felt that if he acted rashly, it was very likely to have a counterproductive effect.

    The Jiangfang at the other end of the bridge is the only accurate coordinate system of Nanzhou.

    As long as Nan Zhou is alive, he will definitely come here.

    …It’s just that the bridge is about to break.

      Falling down between.

    The sound of wooden boards falling was deafening.

    The sound of the boards falling into the water and the rocky beach was barely audible.

    The shattered bridge added a bit of dilapidation.

    Dark gray smoke blurs Jiang Fang’s figure.

    A gust of wind blew through the mountains, the smoke exited, and the flames were huge.

    Although the South Pole Star is a data creature, it is still a creature, and the data has implanted the instinctive fear of the creature.

    He is afraid of fire.

    He couldn’t take Jiang Fang’s point of view, but when he thought of being in that small sea of ​​fire with him, even though a hundred meters away, the South Pole Star was still roasted by a false heat It was so tight that it seemed that all the hairs on his body were curling up.

    Jiang Fang did not notice the existence of the South Pole Star.

    He just stood there quietly, as if he regarded himself as a piece of porcelain in the kiln and tortured by fire.

    The South Pole is still in the process of advancing and retreating, and it is difficult to choose.

    The amount of information flow in a short period of time completely exceeds the load of a honey glider’s brain capacity.

    For a while, he had a splitting headache and stomped his front paws in anger.

    Privately, his plan to become a human has been brewing for a long time.

    The human brain is better than the mouse brain.

    Nanjingxing planned to become a human one day, which would frighten Nanzhou, but not today.

    Now, this small body, which is less than half the size of a palm, is more convenient to move.

    Antarctic Star raised its claws and hesitated for a long time, then simply ran up the tree and chose to go in the direction of Jiangfang.

    His brain was unreliable, so he went to borrow Jiang Fang.

    Maybe he can point himself in a direction.

    Whether to go, or to stay, is better than being indifferent and helpless here!

    However, when he reached the tree closest to the suspension bridge and was about to jump off the canopy, behind Jiang Fang, a team member ran away.

    The Antarctic star, who was full of hesitation, suddenly rejoiced.

    There are still people alive!

    However, the team member looked panicked: “Brother Jiang, did Brother Nan come—”

    Jiang Fang turned his back to him and replied, “No.”

    His voice was mixed with the scorching sound of the flames, and it seemed particularly deserted.

    “Then…”

    The team members were breathless and stopped talking, and turned their attention to the suspension bridge that was completely engulfed by the fire dragon.

    “—when?”

    Jiang Fang replied smoothly: “Wait until he returns.”

    The team members’ faces were ashen: “Brother Jiang, who is coming back, do you know?!”

    Jiang Fang turned his back to him: “I can see it.”

    The team members choked and glanced at the other side: “Brother Jiang, it’s not that I don’t believe you, can you really recognize it?”

    Jiang Fang did not speak.

    This seems to fuel the hearts of the players.

    He raised his voice, and his face was a little savagely distorted: “Didn’t you say you were going to take us home? Didn’t you say you would let us survive? You—”

    Jiang Fang glanced at him.

    With a very quick and light glance, there is no extra emotion.

    Immediately, he lifted the axe handle in his palm and adjusted it to a position that was most convenient for applying force.

    His movements are unhurried and quite gentle.

    Therefore, when he strikes and falls, it is extraordinarily unexpected.

    The first line of blood on the neck of the player splashed with the silver light.

    The blood was poured into the fire, making the color of the fire bizarre in an instant.

    The flame was short for a moment, and then jumped into the air.

    The throat of the team member was cut off by Jiang Fang with an axe, and his head was about to fly out along the axe.

    Jiang Fang pressed his hair with the palm of his hand extremely gently, and stabilized his head for him.

    Jiang Fang supported his head with one hand and pressed the back of his axe against his waist with the other, laying down the corpse with half of its throat cut off and bleeding profusely.

    As he fell and knelt down on one knee in front of the corpse, Jiang Fang’s eyes were trembling with fire.

    Jiang Fang whispered to the corpse: “Look, I recognize it.”

    When Jiang Fang got up again, half of his face was splashed with reddish-brown liquid.

    He casually raised his right shoulder and wiped the blood, but when he turned his head, he noticed something.

    He raised his eyes to the tree where the Antarctic star was hiding.

    The Antarctic Star was hidden behind a huge green leaf, her small chest swayed up and down, and the hair on her front chest and back all exploded.

    He remembered a very crucial question.

    He didn’t think about it before.

    He remembered that Jiang Fang had a very serious fear of heights.

    As long as he is near a place with a height difference of more than 20 meters, he will have chest tightness, shortness of breath, and rapid heartbeat.

    Antarctica usually comes out to play and explore this suspension bridge.

    The difference between the top and bottom is a hundred meters.

    Jiang Fang was always at the church east of the bridge, and even every time he handed over supplies, he stood more than ten meters away from the suspension bridge and never approached.

    So, how did he get over that suspension bridge?

    …

    Antarctica is really not very good at telling stories.

    He uses the most basic vocabulary, but fortunately the scene is clear and the plot is catchy.

    After hearing such a weird thing, Li Yinhang couldn’t help but get goosebumps.

    She scratched her itching arm: “So, how did he get there?”

    …Why did he kill his teammates like that?

    Antarctica said: “I can’t figure it out.”

    He acted coquettishly out of habit: “You also help me—”

     Halfway through the sentence, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and he deliberately said coldly, “…Think about it.”

    Li Yinhang touched his chin: “Tell me, what kind of copy is that?”

    The South Pole star got closer: “I only know the general situation…”

    Two people who are not particularly smart head to head to study the strange copy.

    In contrast, the two people who are separated from them by a wall communicate much more smoothly.

    Jiang Fang said succinctly: “When we passed the copy, something went wrong.”

    Nan Zhou lay on his arm and listened to his story quietly.

    He asked, “What kind of trouble?”

    “Simply put… We met two lunatics.” Jiang Fang put one arm behind his head and turned his head to look at him with regret, “Should have killed them all at first. “