Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 283

    The original state of Light Charm is just a blurred human-shaped halo.

    Until he could figure out the logic of the third box world, Nan Zhou did not intend to cause trouble in this world.

    When he noticed that the light on his body was gradually fading with the blood flow, Nan Zhou shrank and hid himself in the quilt.

    But the trouble is clearly in front of him, and he can’t solve it by hiding.

    Nan Zhou’s mind was chaotic, and many questions came out one after another.

    {Jiang Fang}’s words hide how much useful information?

    In such a weak and imprisoned situation, how can he escape?

    Will the “ticket” be in this world?

    Where is {Nanzhou} in the third world now?

     But all the problems in his mind were like glimmers of light, and he didn’t have time to think more deeply about any of them.

    The full moon is in the sky, and physical weakness and pain occupy Nan Zhou’s body and mind.

    The body is like an iron block that has been burned to thousands of degrees and immersed in ice water.

    He could hear his scalding blood gushing out white smoke, the core of his body was undergoing a prolonged and painful boiling, and the surface of his skin was cold.

    In comparison, the pain in the palm is insignificant.

    Seeing him hiding under the quilt, {Jiang Fang} outside was not so angry.

    His voice became light and slow, with an unusual sense of coaxing in his tone: “Don’t hide from me. What’s so shameful?”

     Nan Zhou frowned when he heard him speak in the same voice as Jiang Fang.

    The next second, the quilt on his neck slowly sank.

    …it was in the shape of a dagger.

    {Jiang Fang} used a soft quilt to gently press his throat with the tip of a dagger, forcing him to breathe.

    “Come out by yourself.” {Jiang Fang} muttered, “This is not good for you, I don’t want you to die like this.”

    There was no movement under the quilt, but the white light from the bottom of the quilt gradually faded.

    {Jiang Fang} patiently pressed his throat for a long time, but the people below did not respond.

    {Jiang Fang} said to himself: “…It doesn’t matter if you die, don’t die too fast.”

    He withdrew the dagger and lifted the quilt.

    Immediately, his whole person was struck by lightning and stood on the spot.

    Nan Zhou knows that he looks weird now.

    Just finished a life-threatening fight with the [Nanzhou] in the last box. He was sweating through his clothes, and a strand of long hair was still wet against his temples.

    {Jiang Fang} lifted the quilt, the last ray of white light disappeared on the top of his hair.

    {Jiang Fang} looked very different: “…you?”

    {Jiang Fang} withdrew, facing the implantation, and took two steps back.

    After a brief absence, he grabbed the dagger in his hand, using pain to confirm that it was not an illusion.

    Fresh blood dripped from his fingertips like a drip.

    As the pain invaded, his demeanor also changed subtly, the corner of his mouth trembled twice, it was difficult to tell whether he was crying or laughing: “Nanzhou, is that you?”

    Nanzhou breathed attentively, and the black barrier caused by suffocation quickly faded away from the eyes.

    {Jiang Fang}’s slightly distorted face from struggling clearly appeared in front of his eyes.

    Nanzhou is a little distressed.

    Because he thought, would such an expression also appear on his brother Fang.

    When his father and mother died, when he lived alone, when he was funny as a clown.

    But soon, Nan Zhou’s eyes returned to a calm indifference.

    …he is not Brother Fang after all.

    The atmosphere in the room was stagnant for a while, so heavy that it was impossible to circulate.

    What finally broke this gloom was {Jiang Fang}’s step forward.

    “Speak.” {Jiang Fang} said softly, “Talk to me for a while. As usual.”

    “…even if you lie to me.”

    His voice was exactly the same as the original Jiang Fang, and Nan Zhou could not just sit back and ignore it.

    He turned Mochizuki’s gaze back to {Jiang Fang}.

    Combining the currently known fragment information and the reaction of {Jiang Fang}, Nan Zhou knows that {Jiang Fang} and {Nan Zhou} in this world are familiar with each other.

    Combined with the second world, Nan Zhou has his own ideas and a way to escape.

    “I’m looking for something.” Nan Zhou was not in a hurry to explain the distinction, but made a direct request, “Help me find it.”

    As soon as Nan Zhou opened his mouth, the hoarseness in his voice startled him.

    Jiang Fang’s violent oppression just now hurt his throat.

    As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a touch of blood in his voice.

    For his request, {Jiang Fang} is not only not angry, but also maintains a certain calmness and asks him: “What is it?”

    Nan Zhou was not polite, and pointed to the pen and paper on the table not far away.

    Getting a pen and paper, he drew with his uninjured left hand, and simply outlined the appearance of the iron box.

    Nanzhou does not know that there are still several worlds in a box waiting for him.

    To escape from the hands of {Jiang Fang} in the double debuff state of the wounded and the full moon, it must take a lot of trouble, and it is even more wishful thinking to find the box under the influence of the full moon .

    Unless he waits until daylight.

    But the 12-hour boarding time is getting closer and closer, and he can’t afford to delay this time.

    It is indeed a crazy adventure to leave this matter to {Jiang Fang}, but it is also helpless.

    At least, Nan Zhou believes that this {Jiang Fang} is willing to do this for {Nan Zhou}.

    “It’s just where I work everyday, it’s not hard to find.” Nan Zhou tried to find out more information from his words, “…you know what?”

    Sure enough, {Jiang Fang} got up straight, took out a roll of hand-painted town map from the drawer, simply drew a few lines, marked a few points, then opened the door and called come to a man.

    The man’s eyes and expressions were as rigid as a puppet. Every time {Jiang Fang} said a word, he nodded dumbly.

    Click every seven seconds, back and forth.

    This is an NPC-style reaction that Nan Zhou is used to seeing.

    When {Jiang Fang} was about to close the door, Nan Zhou specifically explained: “Don’t break it, and don’t open it.”

    {Jiang Fang} smiled and didn’t bother to instruct: “They are not that smart, and they are not so curious.”

    Having heard his answer, Nan Zhou’s eyelashes drooped, and most of it was clear in his heart.

    In the third box world, {Jiang Fang} is the protagonist of Never Town, and the others are NPCs.

    NPCs are rarely as curious as normal people. Even if they get an unfamiliar box, they will only follow the instructions and bring them honestly.

    However, contrary to the last world in a box, he fell in love with {Nanzhou}.

    He hated Guangmei because his parents were killed by Guangmei, but he didn’t know that {Nanzhou} was a part of Guangmei.

    He formed a team of NPC hunters to hunt and kill Guangmei, just like he used power to tame Guangmei NPC in the original Never Town.

    And {Nanzhou} is a monster without self-awareness, following the logic of this world, carrying out brutal killings, forgetting everything in the daytime, returning to normal, calmly accepting {Jiang Fang} protection of.

    When Nan Zhou was piecing together the story line of this world, {Jiang Fang} used a white towel to barely wipe off his **** hands, carrying the medicine box, crouched down in front of Nan Zhou, pulled Passing through his injured palm, he pulled out the wooden thorn that ran through his palm and bandaged him.

    As he moved, he whispered softly: “I used to be afraid that you would know that there are monsters in this world, and that you were afraid, so I told you that my parents were taken away by angels. You ask me , will you also be taken away by the angel, I said, as long as I am here, not. At that time, did you laugh at me in your heart? “

    Nan Zhou paid no attention to his gentle sickness, and looked back calmly: “No. During the day, Guangmei has no memory of being a monster.”

    {Jiang Fang} laughed miserably: “Really?”

    He tried to use a bandage to restrain Nanzhou, but in the end he just put the bandage on his fingertips, forcing his fingertips to tremble slightly because of ischemia: “Then you Why don’t you come and tell me at night that you are a monster wandering in the town?”

    He scolded him gently and affectionately: “Little liar. We grew up together, you lived next to me and lied to me for so many years.”

    With just a few words, he told Nan Zhou a sloppy but moving story.

    Nan Zhou fixedly looked at his hair and felt that this feeling was very strange.

    He seems to be traveling in different time and space, watching the same but unfamiliar characters, and personally interpreting completely different stories.

    Speaking, {Jiang Fang} raised his eyes.

     Those eyes were still pale, which made the scarlet surging under his eyes especially hideous.

    “If I knew it was you, I wouldn’t nail you.” He suppressed his emotions and gave him a beautiful smile, “It hurts, right?”

    He pressed the back of Nan Zhou’s head with his slender fingers that smelled of medicine, and touched his forehead, his tone became more tactful, but the content became more cruel: “We should die together, yes ?”

    Nanzhou: “…?”

    When he was forcibly pressed on his head, he blinked, unable to understand the mental illness turned into the wind.

    He decided to switch tactics.

    …Pretending to be another {Nanzhou} is not something he is good at.

    “What’s in that box?”

    At this moment, {Jiang Fang} asked: “Is it the secret of you monsters?”

    Nan Zhou kept his head pressed by him, and replied, “It’s the secret to destroying this world.”

    {Jiang Fang}’s expression froze, and the powerful palm immediately released.

    Before, his mood was ups and downs, with great sorrow and joy, many details could not be captured.

    After calming down and looking at Nan Zhou, {Jiang Fang}’s expression gradually changed.

    He took a step back defensively, “…you’re not him. Who are you?”

    This sentence basically confirms Nanzhou’s judgment on the world.

    In this closed and chaotic town, the only one who can clearly recognize each other is the one who has maintained a sober mind in pain for many years.

    Every Nanzhou has its own boat.

    The same is true for every Jiangfang.