Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 261

    Jiang Fang’s silence was not just due to watching his teammates fall off the cliff and die in front of him.

    …the information she sent out with her life, they have already analyzed it.

    But there’s still a little they can do.

    Just this, Jiang Fang can’t do it.

    Jiang Fang pulled down from the tree: “Nanzhou, you…”

    While speaking, he looked up at the empty treetops.

    However, Nanzhou is no longer there.

    He looked straight ahead.

    Nanzhou has been standing by the suspension bridge like a ghost, and the corner of the dark windbreaker is held in the mist by the mist, flying slowly.

    The people on the other side also noticed the tall and eerie ghost, and stopped one after another, raising their guns as a warning.

    Nanzhou greeted those black-eyed muzzles calmly, and said, “Mr. Pastor, don’t lend us five of your firearms.”

    His tone was quite natural.

    The silhouettes in the mist looked at each other, not intending to move.

    Nan Zhou said: “If anyone escapes here again, we need to defend ourselves.”

    “There is a problem with your security level, otherwise people will not escape.”

    Nan Zhou stared at the opposite side, but in the corner of the eye, there was always a scarlet blood stain branded on the land on the other side and eventually disappeared on the edge of the cliff.

    Stunning.

    But he must try to ignore.

    He said: “If Duke Shelley were there, he would also agree to put the safety of Mr. Keith first.”

    This is convincing.

    After a brief thought, the leader gathered two long spears and three short spears and instructed a young man to hand them over to Nanzhou.

    When the young man stepped onto the suspension bridge, the bones of Nan Zhou’s hands behind him rattled.

    He looked at the young man’s forward toes.

    One step, two steps, four steps, five steps.

    He is getting closer and closer to the east coast.

    He didn’t seem to care what would happen to the east and west banks if he crossed the bridge.

    The dozen people behind him didn’t mean to stop him.

    This also means that if Su Qingyao really escaped from the bridge just now, these dozen guns will follow her without hesitation, so that the war will not burn to the east bank.

    Nanzhou may be able to use Su Qingyao as bait to break their necks and **** their weapons, but in the next two days, there will be no peace on the east and west sides of the strait.

    The most important thing is that the rules don’t have any subject, just repeat “don’t cross the bridge”.

    Who knows if letting these NPCs on the other side cross the bridge is considered breaking the rules?

    Looking at the young people who were getting closer, Nan Zhou wanted to give it a try.

    However, when those feet were about to cross the bridge, Nan Zhou took a step forward and almost came face to face with him, preventing him from stepping onto the land on the east bank.

    The young NPC was startled by his sudden rudeness, took a few steps back, and stared at him suspiciously.

    Nan Zhou ignored his dissatisfaction and reached out to him.

    He rushed into Nanzhou’s arms and asked, “We have a Mr. Deacon who will deliver a letter this afternoon, have you seen him?”

    Nan Zhou lowered his head and put his gun on himself: “I see, he brought the Duke’s message.”

    The young NPC glanced at the cracked bridge rail: “But he never returned to the castle.”

    “I don’t know.” Nan Zhou said in a straightforward tone, “When you find him, you can ask him.”

    He stretched out his hand and put it on the shoulder of the young NPC.

    The long-distance firearm was in hand, and after hesitating seriously about not throwing it away, and completely tearing the face of the other side, Nan Zhou patted him: “Tell you people over there, the bridge railing It has been in disrepair for a long time and needs to be repaired.”

    …

    It was a long night, but it was over.

    The South Pole Star was hanging on the gun belt removed from the long gun, hanging by the window, swinging down and down.

    Yesterday he wanted to follow Nanzhou to see the situation, but Nanzhou asked him to stay in the church.

    He waited boringly all night, not only did he not wait for the person on the other side to call, but also five guns came back.

    He naturally didn’t take this thing as a trophy, thinking that last night might have been a great victory.

    After all, it has always been this way.

    No one talked about their lost friend to him, a small animal, so Nanji Xing’s mentality was relatively peaceful.

    He was assigned a new task by Nanzhou: to guard Guan Junliang, who was in a coma.

    Others have business to discuss.

    Also be careful with the South Pole Star to see if there is any strange force approaching Nanzhou.

    A rat in the Antarctic Star was bored, so he simply used a gun to entertain himself.

    He didn’t know that Su Qingyao’s blood might be on the gun to which this belt belongs.

    When he was bored, Guan Junliang on the bed opened his eyes.

    Nanjing Xing’s squinting eyes suddenly lit up.

    It jumped off the gun belt and landed on the pillow with a thud, startling Guan Junliang.

    Nanjingxing excitedly: “Ji!”

    You wake up!

    Guan Junliang stared at the South Pole star on the pillow for a long time, his eyes strangely cold.

    Antarctica tilted her head.

    He didn’t find it very strange.

    Guan Junliang was in a coma for 12 hours. When he woke up, his brain was rusty and his response was slow, which was not incomprehensible.

    He struggled to prop himself up from the bed, looking like he was in a hurry to get down.

    Nanjing Xing jumped to the side of the bed with three jumps, opened his hands, and stopped him: “Ha!”

    —No, you need to rest a little longer!

    He raised his hand and touched Nanji Xing’s forehead, his movements were gentle, as if saying “I’m fine”.

    Nanjing Xing felt comfortable by him, and rubbed it back obediently.

    Nanjingxing gestured with her two small claws: “Hey!”

    —all outside!

    Guan Junliang forced a smile.

    His body may be very uncomfortable, and his smile seems to be forced out: “I don’t understand.”

    Antarctica star in circle: “Hawk.”

    —You have a good rest here.

    Guan Junliang: “I have something to do with them. Can you help me call Nan Zhou.”

    Antarctica doesn’t feel right.

    No.

    His mission is to take a good look at him here, and not let the mentally shocked sick people run around.

    Guan Junliang watched him.

    After a long time, he sighed: “Okay, then I’ll rest for a while.”

    Nanjing Xing nodded with satisfaction, jumped back to the gun belt, and swayed while monitoring whether Guan Junliang had closed his eyes and recharged his energy.

    Under the attention of his good eyes, Guan Junliang reluctantly closed his eyes.

    Nanjing Xing swayed around while holding the gun belt, and thought, what the inexplicable sense of disobedience just now was.

    …

    In Keith’s office, Ban Hang crossed the table and grabbed Jiang Fang’s collar.

    Song Haining stayed up all night, her face was pale, but she still tried to grab Ban Hang’s arm, trying not to separate them: “Ban Hang, calm down…”

    Ban Hang laughed miserably: “…’Calm’?”

    He and Su Qingyao are lovers.

    They didn’t know each other before entering Gravity.

    They fell in love at the end of their lives.

    He stared at Jiang Fang: “Song Haining, ask our boss, if it is Brother Nan who is being chased and the one who is killed is Brother Nan, can he calm down?”

    Jiang Fang, who didn’t say a word before and suffered his wrath, chose to speak at this time: “No.”

    Song Hai clenched his teeth in a hurry.

    Boss, can you just shut up and stop hating at this time?

    Ban Hang’s yin and yang is strange: “because he is more valuable than Qingyao?”

    Song Haining paled and shouted, “Banhang!”

    After listening to Nan Zhou’s retelling of the whole journey by the bridge last night, she knew, but the bridge was Qingyao’s own choice.

    But she couldn’t comfort Ban Hang with “this is the path she chose herself”.

    It was too pale and cruel.

    Like Jiang Fang, he also understands Ban Hang’s madness, so he can be allowed to pour his anger on himself.

    However, once some complaints are made public, it will be too emotional.

    “Am I right?! Brother Nan is more valuable, so he can’t die; Qingyao is an ordinary person, so she can be sacrificed at will!”

    Mentioning of Nanzhou, Ban Hang became more and more angry and painful, and said, “Didn’t Nan brother go? Why didn’t he attract firepower and kill those people? Can’t he do it?”

    Jiang Fang raised his eyes and looked at Ban Hang’s eyes, which had gradually driven him to lose his mind: “You mean, Nanzhou should be allowed to cross the bridge, or go to the bridge. While attracting firepower? Do you think he will not die? What do you think are the experience posts of killing him in the game forum?”

    Ban Hang was unable to answer for a while, and his fingers gripping Jiang Fang’s neckline slowly stiffened.

    What he hates most is that he understands everything.

    He knew that this dungeon was weird and peculiar, knew the rules that were repeatedly emphasized, and knew the open terrain beside the bridge, but anyone who ran up to the pass where the fire was fierce was a living target, and knew why Qingyao gave up That was the only chance for her, and she even knew that she was worried about not being extradited to herself.

    He understands it, but he can’t accept it.

    Ban Hang had a bit of luck, and felt that the “no crossing the bridge” rule might just lie to them, maybe even if he crossed the bridge, nothing would happen.

    However, if the rules are deceptive, Qingyao’s death is meaningless.

    And if the rules are true, crossing the bridge will really lead to the destruction of the group, and he no longer has the position of accusing Jiang Fang.

    This contradictory feeling of pulling back and forth is enough to drive others crazy.

    Before he let himself continue to lose control, he let go of Jiang Fang’s hand, and with a boiling pain, strode out.

    Nan Zhou has been standing at the door.

    When Ban Hang passed by, Nan Zhou noticed that he had burst into tears.

    Jiang Fang pointed to the back of Ban Hang leaving, Song Haining immediately understood and followed quickly.

    After the two left in a hurry, Jiang Fang leaned on Pastor Keith’s waxed desk and half-closed his eyes wearily.

    Nanzhou outside the door, until it was confirmed that Ban Hang did not run around, but went straight to Guan Junliang’s resting room, and then turned back to the office with confidence.

    He imitated Jiang Fang and leaned against the wooden table.

    Jiang Fang lit a cigar hidden in a drawer and held it in his mouth, with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

    “After this dungeon is over, I’m afraid I won’t have any credit at all.” Jiang Fang sneered at himself, “It’s boring to be the boss, no one can keep it.”

    Nan Zhou did not answer.

    He also took out one from the cigar box, did not light it, just held it by his mouth.

    Jiang Fang held a box of matches: “Want to try smoking?”

    “No.” Nan Zhou sipped his cigar with his soft and thin lips, “I just want to be closer to you. I don’t want you to be alone.”

    Jiang Fang shrugged: “So what? You will still go.”

    “If you don’t want me to go, just tell me directly.” Nan Zhou looked straight at Jiang Fang, “You don’t need to destroy yourself in front of others, and let me worry about you .”

    Jiang Fang: “…”

    He was unexpectedly hit by this straight ball.

    He took a deep breath of smoke, and covered his head and face with the white smoke he exhaled: “Me? Will I destroy myself?”

    Nan Zhou exposed him mercilessly: “What happened last night was too sudden, we really can’t find a better way. But you obviously have a better way to tell Ban Hang, isn’t it?”

    Jiang Fang: “…”

    He asked the gender topic to get back on track: “Instead of wasting time on this topic, let’s think about how the copy will end.”

    Nan Zhou also changed the subject with him, nodded and agreed with him: “This copy is very strange from the beginning.”

    Jiang Fang asked: “You mean ‘don’t cross the bridge’?”

    “No.” Nan Zhou said, “Do you remember, there is a strange definition of time in the rules.”

    Jiang Fang seemed to realize something, and repeated softly: “…’Game time, when the seventh day comes’.”

    Nanzhou: “In the past games, there will be a relatively clear standard. After the few days, what time, and what conditions are met, the end can be ended. Why is such a general concept used this time? ?”