Forces of Temptation

Chapter 132: Thousands of Chasing Battles (12)

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The situation of the team competition was very different from what the players imagined.

At least when playing solo, they can still see their opponents.

When playing a team game, unless they are assigned to an unobstructed venue like the "Colosseum", they can't even see a person.

More damage, double the humiliation.

Players hold various props, and they have more or less tried PVP-type games. They know how to greet people with props. It stands to reason that they will not fail so badly.

But the physical fitness of ordinary players is basically the same.

Even if there are some gaps, props can be used to bridge the gap.

Nanzhou is different.

There is not a gap between him and the players, but a gap.

It is a racial advantage that can be ridden on the face.

When his age was still in the single digits, his opponent was the monster Guangmei with inhuman combat power.

The opening of "Gravity" also launched an all-round survival training for Nan Zhou, who has been the charming boss for many years.

At the beginning of the team competition, Nan Zhou put his teammates into his backpack, and after narrowing down the target objects, he squatted in a corner and defeated each of them.

His technique is quite neat and professional. Basically, the opponent hasn't seen the person or felt any pain. As soon as his eyes are closed, the person is already lying dead at the resurrection point.

It's just that Yu Jin'er is a little big, as if he's fallen asleep.

After defeating the fifth opponent in the team competition, Nanzhou will have a break.

Because of the heat, Nan Zhou took off his coat, leaving only a white shirt and slim trousers.

He released Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang from the backpack.

Without the cover of the coat, the curve at the connection between Nanzhou's waist and buttocks is more distinct.

His lines are the ultimate simplicity and beauty, a thin layer of chest muscles against a white shirt, both strength and beauty.

He squatted there, with a sense of feline comfort.

… "Look, I'm back from hunting" written all over the body.

Jiang Fang sat down with his legs crossed opposite him, and said with a smile, "I said, I can help you."

Nan Zhou shook his head.

Jiang Fang: "Why not?"

Nan Zhou thought about it seriously: "Because you need protection."

Li Yinhang: "..."

She looked at Jiang Fang, who was 1.9 meters tall.

... What kind of strange filter does Nan Zhou have on Jiang Fang? !

But on second thought, she didn't bother.

In Nan Zhou's eyes, human beings are probably all little rabbits jumping up and trying to kick his chest.

Jiang Fang didn't even want to win in this, so he said lazily, "Then you have to protect me."

Nan Zhou tilted his head curiously.

In his impression, Brother Fang hadn't acted coquettishly with him for a long time.

But Nan Zhou replied solemnly, "Yes. I'll be your way forward, so you can feel at ease."

Nan Zhou didn't know Jiang Fang's plan.

If their life and death, love, struggle, and pain are all watched by the audience, and if those high-dimensional creatures also have normal emotions, Jiang Fang wants them to like Nanzhou.

No one knows what the final outcome of "Gravity" will be.

Therefore, Jiang Fang wanted to fight for more for him.

The audiences in reality that he has seen all want to watch survival from desperation, turnaround from adversity, to watch the following, to fall to the altar, and to watch fierce emotional collisions and human races.

This desperate situation is the best chance for Nan Zhou to be completely noticed by those people.

Nan Zhou must seize this opportunity to make him a favorite of more advertisers, seize the rhythm, and step on the audience's cool point.

… so that no one wants him to die.

In this way, he will be safer.

Then, emotional dramas with rich emotions should also be one of the key points to enhance goodwill.

Jiang Fang has always been sober and active, doing what he says.

But from another level, with such an external force, he can force himself to adjust his mental state, try to respond more actively to Nan Zhou, and become a desensitization therapy for his emotional disorder.

… not bad.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fang smiled slightly, and spent the team competition score that he had just received to exchange some props from the store that could enhance the atmosphere.

"It was produced in the flower field of Jiayuan Island." Jiang Fang delivered a rose to Nanzhou like a magic, "Thank you for your protection."

Nan Zhou looked at the delicate petals and took it in surprise: "Well... Thank you."

Then he put the flower in his mouth and bit off half of it.

Nan Zhou: "… "

He looked at Jiang Fang in confusion: "...not sweet."

After Jiang Fang was stunned, he leaned forward very naturally and bit off the half of the flower he had left. After tasting it carefully, he nodded in agreement and said, "Well, I'll buy you a sweet one next time."

The cameras around them are denser,

In places that are out of the naked eye, their popularity has increased sharply.

An avalanche of information cascades back to the data center's No. 1 director group.

They sort the information, select the best camera position and lens information, and spread it to Group B for a second screening.

In this way, viewers who enter the live broadcast of the game can obtain the best viewing experience.

Countless hurried silhouettes are wrapped in a torrent of concrete information, without hearing human voices, only see data flowing like water.

However, if the dense data is analyzed, it can be found that these director group employees have been engaged in high-intensity busy conversations.

"Camera alignment."

"It's so pleasing to the eye!"

"Likeness is up another three percentage points."

"It does have capital to be beautiful."

"But the audience loves to watch PVP. It's best to watch people's intrigue and blood. If they don't always play PVE, and they even have a few dungeons and no one around them is dead, their approval rate will definitely be higher."

A questioned: "However, just let them win like this, without considering the demands of the [brain invasion] factory?"

B said: "That's true. After all, this chase match was facilitated by them and sponsored the investment."

The third person C obviously did not know this relationship, and asked curiously, "Why?"

A: "The audience generally reported that they wanted to see them play high-difficulty dungeons, so the planning team let them 'randomly' go to [Brain Invasion]. After all, the boss of the [Brain Invasion] factory also developed a brain game, and wanted his Artificially farmed products sell better. They also signed a contract with us and are willing to cooperate.”

C: "But what does this have to do with Nanzhou and the others?"

B: "It's their own fault. Who asked them to develop a brain with the highest quality since the establishment of the factory? No one could have imagined such a high degree of completion."

C: "So the boss wants to hire them as permanent employees?"

A: "Yeah, if they died in the pursuit battle, they would have a legitimate reason to leave the game, be officially hired as employees, and serve [brain invasion] for a long time."

C: "Ah, then now..."

A: "Well, I heard that the boss of [Brain Invasion] is not very happy. Besides, their popularity has gone up now, but the ratings have gone down."

C: "Huh? Why?"

A: "One-sided abuse of vegetables is really good, but there are also many spectators who bet on other teams to win, love other teams, and see their favorite team being hanged and beaten like this, who can be happy?"

C: "Then what else can be done?"

B: "Yeah, when the mission first came out, the audience who bet on the 'Cube Ark' had already protested on the forum. Seeing that they won just now, the public opinion was a little better. We can't do too much. Conspicuous."

A: "Just wait and see. I heard that the planning team has come up with a good idea to increase the real-time ratings again."

This time, in another team match.

The young man who had just asked Nan Zhou to sign his name was pale, and he tried to arch his back, trying to get rid of the strong pressure from behind.

Too bad he was powerless.

The bones of one of his hands had been smashed, twisted in five different directions, and his headphones had been stomped in half.

"Is there a better chance?" Su Meiying, with pink hair, leaned down, cut off the autograph with Nanzhou's clothes from his clothes, shook it in front of her eyes, and said to her teammates with a smile, " His signature! This is the blessing of God, I just said, somewhere, there must be a god who wants to help us~”

The young man gritted his teeth: "What do you want to do?!"

Su Meiying looked down at the young man, lowered her voice, and pretended to be mysterious: "I—"

Before she could finish speaking, she raised her hand and shot, smashing the young man's head.

She has no habit of revealing plans to losers.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes at the resurrection point, turned over, and retched violently a few times.

The smell of smashed head and the smell of hot brain still lingered in his nostrils, but in the first time after he recovered a little, he did not hesitate to shake his right hand that had just recovered from the fracture. A passage was typed in the World Channel: "Nanzhou, you have to be careful with "Zhaohui"—"

After the rest time, Nanzhou is ready to choose the team competition again.

However, before he started to click, the Colosseum, which was originally sunny, was covered with a lead-grey cloud.

The page is greyed out.

He didn't even have time to put Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang into the warehouse.

Li Yinhang stood up and looked at Nan Zhou in surprise: "What's the matter—"

Before they finished speaking, the same line of words flashed in front of the three of them at the same time:

"Welcome to the 99ers, pulling players—"

Nan Zhou tried to quit, but couldn't find a button to quit.

He tried again to bring Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang back to the warehouse, but it was still unsuccessful.

… In the 99-man competition, it is forbidden for participants to borrow teammates’ backpacks to escape.

There was silence in the World Channel, and there was chaos.

"99ers? Why did the 99ers suddenly start?"

"It was formed by Nanzhou?"

But before such public opinion could ferment, Nan Zhou made a speech.

[Lifang Ark-Nanzhou] It's not me.

Although the players scolded Nan Zhou in the World Channel, they had become habitual, but seeing him say this, everyone became quiet.

Although Nan Zhou can kill his popularity with just one mouth, he doesn't lie.

When they saw the word "Zhaohui" in the quickly refreshed list of participants, many players woke up.

- "Zhaohui", the winner of the last 99ers competition.

The winner should have received many special rewards.

"Zhaohui" was the only group that received dividends from the 99ers, and there was no second group to gamble with their lives, so no one knew what the rewards contained.

They only know that 28 teams with different levels and strengths online at the same time were forced to enter the 99ers tournament.

They have no right to refuse at all.

When Nan Zhou opened his eyes again, they were in an antique bedroom.

The room is a mix of Baroque and Byzantine elements, with red charcoal burning in the fireplace and light rain falling outside the window.

The European-style doors and windows were slightly opened, and a breeze brought the faint smell of raindrops and the light fragrance of pine and cypress.

Nanzhou looked through the window and saw that this bungalow was built according to the cliff.

The bungalows that can allow 99 players to escape at the same time are indeed not small in size.

And "Zhaohui", who was teleported to the kitchen position, has easily killed the two panicked players on the same team.

Standing on the pool of blood gushing out of them, Su Meiying took out a booklet with a dark purple cover, put the cloth strip with Nanzhou's name in it, and muttered.

Under the urging of the incantation, the page seemed to wake up and ate the object with traces of Nanzhou in one bite.

Su Meiying and the other four male teammates smiled at each other.

Immediately, she flipped open one of the pages, tore it off, and burned the page with a special match.

In the fierce firelight, the raindrops with a faint fishy smell from the window fell on the handwriting [Succubus's Whisper] on the cover, and it was quickly swallowed by the book.

Su Meiying smiled and said, "Okay, next, we just need to find this embarrassed... lewd little succubus, that's it."

In the bungalow bedroom.

Nan Zhou was thinking about whether to defend or take the initiative to attack, and suddenly felt a little strange in his body.

… was terribly hot.

He raised his hand, trying to unbutton one of the buttons.

However, as soon as he pulled his shirt, his face suddenly turned red.

The feeling of the cloth rubbing against his skin seemed to directly rub against an organ in his body, making his legs weak, and then he fell back and leaned against the wall.

His back touched the wall, and the numbness and soreness like an electric shock made him stand up straight again, and he was so stiff that he didn't dare to move.

He barely supported his body, and when he was looking down at his bloody palm, he heard Li Yinhang shout, "Mr. Nan, your face—"

Nan Zhou turned his face sideways: "What's wrong with me?"

- On the side of Nan Zhou's cheek, starting from the left eye, there are subtle kinky and mottled marks.

The top and bottom are intertwined, forming an unusually ambiguous pattern.

Nan Zhou touched his face.

The moment his fingertips made contact with his skin, he gasped uncomfortably, withdrew his hand, and grabbed the shoulder of Jiang Fang, who hurriedly greeted him.

His fingers trembled slightly, and the texture of his lips was indistinct because of the rush of blood.

Jiang Fang crossed his shoulders and found a soft trace along his straight trousers, squeezing out a few creases.

He gave Li Yinhang a low voice: "Don't look."

Li Yinhang hurriedly stepped aside, closed his eyes and held his breath to cover his ears, skillfully doing it in one go.

Jiang Fang undid Nan Zhou's belt, and grabbed the strange object that was wandering and swaying in his trousers—

A... tail.

Or a pointed tail with a hook and dangling.

At the moment when the tail was pinched, Nan Zhou exhausted all his strength before swallowing an unbearable moan.

He instinctively reached out to comfort him.

Jiang Fang sensed his intention and suddenly exerted his strength, grabbing his hands and not allowing him to move.

"You can't touch it."

"When you touch your own body now, it's going to be uncomfortable, isn't it?"

It was the first time that Nan Zhou experienced such a feeling of being held in all directions, and he was quite flustered.

He nodded and said honestly: "If you hold me like this, I also have... sexual impulse."

Jiang Fang: "Is that so?"

Nan Zhou nodded again.

The friction of the fabric was already exciting enough for him.

… not to mention you.

Regarding the indescribable mutation in Nan Zhou's body, Jiang Fang determined that he must have been affected by some cursed item.

It was too late to think about how the opponent locked him, Jiang Fang only knew that the current Nanzhou's combat power was weakened to nothing in a very embarrassing way.

Now if someone attacked them, Nan Zhou would be able to stimulate himself to the ground with even a slight movement.

He decisively tore off his choker and tied it to Nan Zhou's wrist layer by layer.

Nan Zhou panted low, looked up at Jiang Fang in confusion.

This trivial shackle, for Nan Zhou, is completely to the extent that it can be torn off with a little force.

"Don't touch it, and don't break it."

Seemingly guessing what Nan Zhou was thinking, Jiang Fang leaned closer to Nan Zhou's ear and whispered softly, "If you break it, I won't be able to replace it. My scars will be seen by everyone."

Nan Zhou: "...you threatened me."

"… as a last resort."

Jiang Fang let out a coquettish sound, and rubbed Nan Zhou's forehead again, but accidentally rubbed his ears red: "Be considerate and considerate, ah."

Nan Zhou made a low noise and rubbed his leg: "...Then what are you going to do?"

"Relax. I'm still here." Jiang Fang took out a poker card, weighed it twice in his hand, and said easily, "If you are my way forward, I will be your retreat." :,