Jiang Fang did not give Nan Zhou an answer.
He just wraps his index finger around his sweaty strands of hair.
Nan Zhou has always been used to being self-reliant and rarely depends on others.
Jiang Fang didn't tell him, so he gasped and thought to himself, stretched out his arms and tightened the sheets.
The sound of the fibers of the sheets breaking came from under his palm.
Jiang Fang's knees were apart, one leg was pressed between Nan Zhou's legs, the other was bent and pressed against his side, looking down at him.
The silver hair does not absorb light, and he is dyed with a thin light from the bulb around him, making him look like some unnamed god.
… looks clean and fragile.
Nan Zhou opened his eyes slightly, looked at Jiang Fang, his face was not obvious, and his heart was anxious.
He was worried that he would be bullied by putting Jiang Fang outside like this.
But the more anxious he was, the more he wanted to get rid of such a self, the more uncomfortable his body was burning.
Numerous emotions that made him feel at a loss and desires he had never experienced were scrambling left and right in Nanzhou's body, and there was nowhere to vent.
He raised his head and breathed in ignorance, accepting it all.
He couldn't understand such an impulse, so he kept trying to gather more effective information from himself and Jiang Fang.
However, all reason was declared invalid before the burning body and soul.
In the slight tinnitus, he heard Jiang Fang ask, "Don't let me go?"
Nan Zhou swallowed his voice and said, "I can be more comfortable with you here."
This is the truth.
If someone's body temperature is close to him, he will feel better.
When Li Yinhang found out that he had grown wings and tried to approach him in panic, he also felt that the heat on his body had receded a lot, and even the wings had grown a few inches out of thin air.
But he quickly drove Li Yinhang to the door, not allowing her to approach him.
... Because he prefers that person to be the person in front of him.
In the chaos, Jiang Fang's voice approached his ear along with pretending to be calm breathing.
Because no skin can be touched, Nan Zhou's hearing is more sensitive than before.
This allowed him to capture Jiang Fang's voice more clearly.
Including every point of transition in his voice, I can hear it all: "Would you like to... be more comfortable?"
Li Yinhang didn't hear the conversation between the two at all.
Those wings seem to have a natural sound insulation effect, which is specially used to serve the sensuality of this succubus.
She only heard a whistle, and the tattered bone wings grew to a scale of ten feet, straight up against the ceiling.
She was startled and hurriedly sat down against the wall.
Nanji Xing, who was lying on the ground on her shoulders, was also frightened, jumped down, arched his back and was about to grin when Li Yinhang grabbed it back and covered his mouth.
... Her sixth sense told her that the next episode should not be disturbed.
Not everything is as self-conscious as she is, though.
Countless cameras surrounding Nanzhou and Jiang Fang slammed around like flies, trying to record something from the cracked holes in the bones or the not-so-close junctions.
But it was all pitch black.
…
In the studio responsible for collecting pictures, the flow of information, which has always been orderly, is rarely thrown into chaos.
The staff who are in charge of recording the "Cube Ark" group have been busy dealing with various emergencies recently.
"… Still can't see it?"
"Bone fibers in the bone wing were blocking it, and the bone feathers hanging down were too dense—nothing could be seen."
"There are audiences on the forum asking if the wings can be made transparent."
"I can't do it, I've tried it many times. This is the function of the prop, and it's still S-class. We can't interfere for a while."
"What's not to be seen?"
"...Wait, the ratings here are up."
"Really! It really went up—"
"Grass, why didn't other people see the rise so much when they were doing real swords and spears? Just look at the wings?"
"It's not good either..."
The debate on the other side has nothing to do with Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang at this time.
In other words, Jiang Fang had already expected it.
He didn't want Nan Zhou's appearance to be watched simultaneously by countless pairs of eyes, so this problem had to be solved.
The wings surrounded by triangles form a small cocoon room full of warmth.
Closed, safe, and can clearly receive each other's every breath.
Nan Zhou lay on his back and moved his waist to hide, but Jiang Fang took out the light chain.
He rolled up Nan Zhou's suit pants, which had already reached his knees.
The material of the suit pants is pure wool worsted, which is extremely smooth and crisp, and piles up to the legs without hindrance.
It's just that the slight static electricity rubbed on the skin along the way, and it reached Nan Zhou's waist.
With one or two lines of light under the sifter, the light chain gave birth to a thin and thin line, which bound the thin ring on Nanzhou Chengjin's leg ring, and the other end was tied to the feather tail of the inner wing. Force him to lift his leg high to the side, not close it.
But this seemingly aggressive bullying stopped when the warm breaths of the two were about to intertwine.
Nan Zhou knew the reason.
Because he felt the heat spread from Jiang Fang's cheeks, which could not be more obvious.
Using the light, he looked at Jiang Fang seriously.
The peach blossom-like eyes were red, but they were also particularly black and white, as if he wanted to take all Jiang Fang's next actions into his eyes and remember them carefully.
Jiang Fang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You... don't look at me like that."
Nan Zhou asked curiously, "Why?"
But he soon woke up.
Jiang Fang has always been shy.
Although he didn't know what Jiang Fang wanted to do, Nan Zhou made a considerate concession.
He groped, tore a piece of fabric from the side of the bed, raised his slightly trembling hand, and wanted to cover Jiang Fang's eyes.
However, he also quickly felt that Jiang Fang was also covering his cheek with a piece of cloth, trying to deprive him of his vision.
When they sensed each other's intentions, their hands paused at the same time.
In the end, it was Nan Zhou who suggested, "Together?"
After reaching an agreement, they blocked each other's vision at the same time.
When both plunged into darkness, they could only feel each other with their fingertips.
Invisibly, the helpless and ambiguous breath spread out one after another.
After confirming that Nan Zhou was lying down, Jiang Fang bent down and bent down willingly.
Nanzhou is like a fine violin.
Jiang Fang's fingertips are the bows, and the thin strings exuding the scent of rosin are pressed on the bows. No matter where they are, they can let him release the gentle bass syllables.
What's more, this time, the bow is on the most sensitive D string.
The kind of song that is covered with a layer of fog and seems to be far away can easily arouse the resonance of people's hearts.
The skin-to-skin intimacy of each section of the strings and the bow brings a very clear experience.
Cold and cold, scorching hot.
But the emotion is only like white phosphorus encountering the air, it ignites with a clatter, and burns the originally independent two into a seamless one.
From the beginning to the end, Jiang Fang hid his secrets well without revealing a word.
Only when the violin trembled slightly and was about to shed its final note, his fingertips also clenched the sheets on the side, making the tight sheets form a concentric vortex.
He threw his heart that he had hidden for many years into it without hesitation and let it sink.
After the most extreme madness, he blindfolded and kissed Nan Zhou's ankle dignifiedly with his wet lips.
Nan Zhou shivered again, causing the bed, which was not very stable, to make another creaking sound.
This is Nan Zhou's first attempt to guide this reaction in the body called "reproductive impulse".
He seemed to have completed an extremely difficult study. Leaning on the pillow, he was very tired, but his thinking was still very clear and active.
For a few moments, Nan Zhou felt that this scene seemed to have happened before.
… A person knelt down in front of him on one knee, wrapped his warm palms, and commented with a smile: "The size is pretty good."
The tone was relaxed and casual, but the roots of the ears were red.
Nan Zhou set his eyes on that face, but he couldn't see it clearly.
This time, it was even more outrageous than that time.
He almost couldn't help but pull down the black cloth covering his eyes to see how similar the face was to the face he had lost in his memories.
Thinking that Jiang Fang would be shy, he resisted the urge several times.
Jiang Fang tore off the cloth that covered his eyes, and according to his own understanding of the succubus, and the information on the dispelling of the curse revealed in the corner of the half page, he gently smeared the transparent water on the beautiful lines on his abdomen. superior.
This should always be the nourishment that the succubus yearns for.
Jiang Fang's fingertips were hot, the same temperature as his cheeks.
Fortunately, Nanzhou is now invisible.
The lines on his lower abdominal muscles are like ripples stirred by water droplets, trickling in.
The bright red marks have faded a lot, leaving only the thin marks that have been wiped by a rubber.
… On the contrary, it has a different meaning that the stock wants to talk and quit.
After being appeased, Nan Zhou's succubus state began to fade little by little.
First, the sharp little horns on his forehead, which were gathered little by little, followed by the bone wings that grew out of his body.
The succubus factor in his body was successfully suppressed.
Before the shelter built by the wings completely disappeared, Jiang Fang quickly took care of himself and Nan Zhou's appearance.
…even had his trousers and socks sorted out for him.
In front of Li Yinhang and the audience outside the dimension, there are still two well-dressed people.
Jiang Fang asked him aloud, "Are you more comfortable?"
Nan Zhou was in a daze.
Jiang Fang reached out and tapped his forehead: "Why are you running away?"
Nan Zhou's eyelashes blinked, then blinked again, before being called back to his soul: "… Ah."
His insensitive appearance made Jiang Fang like him so much that he could hardly help leaning over to kiss him.
The first question raised by Nan Zhou, who had recovered his senses, was: "Will you do this to your friends too?"
As soon as the words came out, Nan Zhou felt that this sentence was very familiar.
He seemed to have asked the same question to someone on a similar occasion.
It's just that the little familiarity was just a little bit of inspiration. It stayed in Nan Zhou's mind for a while, and then it was automatically deleted.
Hearing such a question, Jiang Fang was obviously stunned for a moment, lowered his gaze, and stared at Nan Zhou, also staring at his own reflection in his eyes.
… he answered the same question.
At that time, Nan Zhou accidentally bumped into a young couple in the team, Huan Hao.
He was quite curious and wanted to observe it on the spot, but was stuffed with a small yellow book with both pictures and texts by the man with a scarlet face, and asked him to study by himself.
So, when Jiang Fang returned to his room, he was fortunate enough to see a cat in trouble who pursed his lips, took off his suit pants, and frantically studied between his legs.
After a long headache, Jiang Fang rolled up his sleeves and conducted a field teaching.
After he finished construction, Nan Zhou asked him such a question without even putting on his pants.
Jiang Fang remembered that his original answer was quite casual and relaxed.
"Of course." Jiang Fang said with a smile, "that's how friends should help each other."
And now, Jiang Fang touched Nan Zhou's face, whose skin temperature was gradually dropping, with his thumb dipped in a little hot liquid.
He is no longer so sensitive.
But Jiang Fang's heart is still as sensitive and resistant to "expression" as ever.
Even so, he tried his best to face his heart and told the truth: "No. You are the only one."
…
Compared with the short-lived sweetness and warmth in this small world, the number of people surviving in the 99-man game is drastically decreasing.
74.
63.
49.
36.
A considerable part of it is caused by cannibalism.
The situation this time is different from the first time "Zhaohui" used the 99ers to make a profit.
These players have more or less certain dungeon experience and a certain amount of props accumulation, which are completely different from those new players who were recruited and raised by them.
When they truly recognized the fact that the 99ers were never dying, they would immediately adjust their countermeasures and fight to the death.
Therefore, the "Zhaohui" after the loss of soldiers and generals is not completely determined to win.
After a brutal killing, Wei Chenghua gasped and threw a drained body on the ground.
Wei Chenghua's height has increased by nearly 15 centimeters, and the lines of his muscles are clear and hard like steel.
Under the nourishment of the other party's body essence, the bloody mouths on his shoulders and thighs healed quickly.
Su Meiying held a small mirror and looked at the scars on her face.
The more she looked, the more angry she became. She threw the mirror back into the storage slot, gritted her teeth and said, "Why haven't you found the surname Jiang?"
Wei Chenghua patted her shoulder in relief.
It's just that he looks too much like a muscle monster now, and even his warm movements look creepy.
Wei Chenghua's confidence is getting stronger and stronger now.
His abilities are inherently cumulative.
The more people he kills in a short period of time, the stronger he himself becomes.
The longer Jiang Fang hid, the easier and tragic he would die in the end.
He said in a low voice: "Wouldn't it be better to save them for last?" :,