With his hands tied in front of him, Nan Zhou thoroughly experienced the suffering and heat with his body.
The slight friction of the cloth was too vivid and piercing stimulation for him at this time.
He pursed his blood-filled lips pale, shaking his body slightly, trying to straighten his weight.
Jiang Fang squatted down and tied his serious suit-style trench coat around his waist to properly block his unresolved reaction.
Immediately, Jiang Fang said softly, "Forbearance."
He held Nan Zhou's legs and waist in his pockets, picked him up and put him on the bed.
Even a thin layer of white shirt could not hide his red skin.
The physical contact made Nan Zhou snort short and hoarsely against Jiang Fang's ear.
This sound took shape, it was a thin and fine feather, and it brushed by Jiang Fang's ear, straight to the ventricle.
Jiang Fang suffocated and settled Nan Zhou on the bed at the fastest speed. Just as he was about to withdraw to calm down, he almost fell on Nan Zhou.
He put his hands on Nan Zhou's ears and looked back at his waist.
The soft black slender tail wrapped tightly around his waist, and the end was pressed against his waist, rubbing and beating.
A few times, it affected Jiang Fang's buttocks.
Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou, whose face was flushed, and smiled helplessly, "... I'll take care of it."
Nan Zhou tried hard to control the tail that grew from the base of his tail vertebra.
...attempts to no avail.
Nan Zhou announced softly, "It doesn't listen to me."
No way, Jiang Fang had no choice but to hold the tip of it and untie it from his body bit by bit.
Nan Zhou grabbed the restraint on his wrist with both hands, pressed his knuckles against the cortex, closed his eyes and endured, forcibly controlling his choker, who was not allowed to destroy Jiang Fang.
...so serious that one would want to kiss him.
Nan Zhou's tail seemed to be reluctant to get off Jiang Fang, and twisted and twisted restlessly in protest.
Finally, the tail hooked into a small heart shape.
Jiang Fang guessed that the tail was probably the materialization of Nan Zhou's inner desire.
But he didn't plan to tell Nan Zhou.
So as not to be overwhelmed by his straight ball at that time.
… Jiang Fang has learned to dodge the ball strategically with the accumulation of experience.
After finally being freed from the shackles of his tail, Jiang Fang looked up at Nan Zhou's tightly folded, slightly trembling eyelashes, and patted Nan Zhou's buttocks lightly.
… Nan Zhou had to open one eye to look at him.
Compared with his rare strong and vulgar actions, Jiang Fang's voice was still warm and gentle.
"Focus on me." Jiang Fang reminded him, "I have to think of me."
Nan Zhou replied briefly, "I've been thinking about it."
Truly a tantalizing answer.
This is Nan Zhou's style, and he always gives such honest and heart-warming answers.
Jiang Fang had retreated, avoided, and denied time and time again, but this time, Jiang Fang completely followed his heart, summoned up his courage, bowed his head and kissed his sweaty hair.
Hair is the extremity of the extremities and has no nerves.
But it can also convey affection.
After settling Nanzhou, Jiang Fang turned his back.
The tenderness when facing Nan Zhou had completely disappeared when his back was turned to him.
Jiang Fang walked up to Li Yinhang, put the dagger scabbard on her shoulder, and tapped lightly.
He asked Li Yinhang, "Do you know how to use it?"
Li Yinhang broke out in a cold sweat, with broken hair stuck to his forehead, looking a little embarrassed.
She tried her best to be clear. "I know. I'll stab anyone."
Jiang Fang glanced at her and nodded approvingly.
Her mentality is correct.
In contrast, most of the players who entered the game did not have such awareness.
They were already messed up.
After all, they just entered the "Colosseum" and wanted to bet on whether they could kill Nanzhou in the single or team competition. .
99 people didn't want to gamble their lives at all.
The sudden change at the moment suddenly pulled them into an unexpected battlefield of life and death.
Survival or not, we have to step on the corpses and blood of countless people to confirm step by step, and it is strange that the mentality does not collapse.
They were completely panicked.
A small number of people rushed out of the hiding place with weapons and props, trying to gain the upper hand and the initiative in the battle, but because they were too reckless, it was easy to lose both sides in a short battle, and they both fell in a pool of blood and moaned.
When snipe and clam bite blood dripping, it is an opportunity for the fisherman to profit.
After most people figured out the situation, they quietly found a corner to hide, thinking about a wave, and when everyone's killing was over, they would come out and act as fishermen.
But they forgot, they are not rabbits, there are no three caves.
Once you choose to give up the initiative and block yourself in a certain room, you will find yourself dead.
For example, now, a line of poison gas is pouring into a closed room along the keyhole.
The iron gate was bolted from the outside.
There were constant coughing, cries for help, vomiting blood, and the creepy rustling of fingernails scratching the door from the room.
"Zhaohui" turned a blind eye to this.
Soon, there was no movement in the room.
The young man with the spider tattoo on his face pulled out the tube-shaped fingertips that could vaporize spider venom from the keyhole, and looked back with a smile and asked, "How many is this?"
"Listen to the sound, there are at least four people inside." Su Meiying brushed her pink hair, "There are eighty-five people left."
The other teammate was two meters tall, burly and strong, like a meat mountain. The mineral water bottle in his palm-sized palm looked a whole size smaller than the normal bottle.
He squeezed the empty mineral water bottle and threw it aside at will, "Unfortunately, I haven't met Nanzhou and the others."
The goal of "Zhaohui" has always been to "build an ark".
As long as you get them done, they really don't have anything to worry about.
Compared with Roshan's anxiety, Su Meiying's attitude is quite elegant, "What's the hurry?"
She stroked "The Whispers of the Succubus" on her hand, quite proud.
"Nanzhou's autograph is very useful. This is a very high-level sacrifice, and it is much more effective than those hair and nails. - There are also many unlockable gameplays, even 'excessive sensitivity' This level of curse can be unlocked."
She said to herself, "Unfortunately, if there is a more advanced sacrifice, you can unlock the 'absolute obedience' skill and let him do anything. 'Succubus' Attraction' is not bad, it can make all players here Crazy for him, take the initiative to approach him, defile him-"
Roshan interjected, "Flesh and blood are hard to find."
Su Meiying lost her eyes indifferently and went over, "I've said it all, what's the hurry."
"When we find him, in his state, can we still do it to us? At that time, he will have as much flesh and blood as he wants. I want him to hand over all the props he won to us obediently. in hand."
Spider-Man said, "He's not alone."
Su Meiying covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Break a Nanzhou boat, what else do they have? Two human teammates?"
She made a reasonable analysis and said, "With such a non-human being, they must have had a very easy time in those previous levels. At that time, they can spit out all the benefits."
Saying that, she smiled and looked at her teammates, "What doesn't belong to her, even if she gets it, it doesn't belong to them."
"Give him a little more leverage?"
Su Meiying held "The Whispers of the Succubus" and muttered to herself as she walked.
"Are you adding 'resonance' or adding 'choking experience'?"
When the group turned a corner of the corridor, Su Meiying glanced out of the corner, and her eyes lit up.
She stopped Roshan, who was about to expose his target, with one hand and forcibly retreated to the corner.
She carefully stuck her head out from the corner and found a tall beauty with silver hair and scorpion braids squatting beside the corpse of a female player with her back facing them.
Su Meiying looked overjoyed and turned to confirm with her teammates, "Is there a silver-haired Russian who is traveling with Nanzhou? Or is it a Ukrainian?"
Jiang Fang's features are too obvious, even better than the black-haired and black-eyed Nan Zhou.
After quickly confirming Jiang Fang's identity to her teammates, Su Meiying quickly tore off her pink wig and blinked forcefully, forcing herself to cry.
The messy black hair, the slightly faded makeup, and the grievance that filled her eyelashes with tears made her look beautiful and charming.
She used B-class props to silently step back, and then she took off the effects of the props, and then used the makeup effects of C-class props and stunt performers to make one of her face look scarred.
She pretended to be rushing from somewhere, stomping the floor to a creak.
Su Meiying ran all the way to the corridor where Jiang Fang was, as if seeing him for the first time, she screamed and stopped abruptly.
The reason why Su Meiying dared to approach Jiang Fang was also because she had observed the situation of the pursuit battle so far.
So far, the "Cube Ark" has not killed any player within the scope of its capabilities.
In this kind of life-and-death battle, compassion is reserved for the strong and the foolish.
When the strong are no longer strong, compassion can only hold back.
She has always liked the mercy of others, because it can greatly accomplish her own.
Jiang Fang turned around when he heard footsteps behind him.
The handsome and innocent face made Su Meiying startled, and she actually gave birth to some regrets of "it's a pity to die".
But that didn't stop her from continuing her play.
Su Meiying was shivering, and she couldn't help glancing at the woman who was lying on the ground. She was weak and bullying like a little white rabbit.
She said periodically, "You, I..."
Jiang Fang pointed to the woman lying on the ground, "Do you recognize her?"
Su Meiying didn't recognize the strange female player on the ground.
Just a commonplace unlucky bastard.
But Su Meiying immediately took up the scene.
Tears welled up in her eyes. "She is...my sister...the only one I can rely on..."
She was like a pure foolish white sweet, a drowning person who saw a life-saving straw. Under the influence of "out of control emotions", she approached Jiang Fang at a loss.
"Help me... help me."
"I want to live, let me be with you, okay. I only have one person, I have nothing else to rely on, I want to live - ah!!"
Su Meiying had a sharp pain on her face.
The severe pain from the split nerve made her forget her role, she screamed briefly, and hurried back a few steps while covering her face.
She put down her hand tremblingly, and saw that her hand was covered in blood, winding around her palm lines.
The warm blood gurgled straight into her neck, and the bone was deep in the hole. I'm afraid this face is also useless.
Where can there be people who don't cherish their own face, let alone Su Meiying, who has always believed in her beauty.
She instantly gave a ferocious face, "You—"
A black clown card, stained with blood on Su Meiying's face, disappeared from Jiang Fang's fingertips.
"The injury is too fake." Jiang Fang said gently, "I'll help you deepen it, okay?"
Su Meiying was dumbfounded.
… How can this be?
These wounds on her face and body are made by system props, and they are no longer realistic!
How could Jiang Fang see it
Su Meiying endured her anger, covered her face, and desperately wanted to continue the play, "How are you..."
Jiang Fang glanced at her, then lowered his head, looked at the person lying on the ground, and said affectionately, "Yinhang, do you recognize her? This lady said that you are her only support."
Su Meiying "… "
Li Yinhang, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, opened his eyes, looked up at her, and closed his eyes dutifully.
Su Meiying's face changed greatly.
fishing? !
You, who have always been good at fishing, were actually caught as a fish
But she knew even more that the current situation was a big disadvantage for her!
run! :,