Nan Zhou wanted to say something, but finally did not refute.
He only pinched the tip of his happy tail and wrapped it around his waist wholeheartedly.
Jiang Fang's attitude was quite mild, handing one sentence at a time, and his tone was extremely provocative, but he was surprisingly ironic.
He Runwu silently implanted his views into the heads of the two young lovers who had been in a desperate situation.
-Why are you still struggling
The world after death is peaceful and serene. Compared with the daily despair, unease, and suffering of the present, it is simply a paradise for the soul.
As long as they wait there for a while, they can go back to the normal world.
Until then, they just have to hand over their props to themselves, just like handing over the torch of life to the successor.
Because, now, apart from the three of them, Chen Xixi and the others no longer have people they can trust.
He even lightly erased the fact that "they can still resist", silently dispelling all their fighting spirit.
Even Li Yinhang felt that their death on the spot had become a very meaningful event.
Five minutes later, the "Cube Ark" walked out from the closed door.
Two men and women, who were leaning against each other and whose faces were calm as if they were asleep, were placed on the bed side by side.
The number of survivors on the page was reduced to 30.
And they got 3 S-grade props, 10 A-grade props, and 15 B-grade props.
Such a fruitful robbery, even Li Yinhang felt that he was walking with the wind of a villain.
But if this kind of hospice really works...
Li Yinhang's little abacus was about to move again: "If we catch people in the future and persuade them like this, will we be able to get more props?"
Jiang Fang smiled and shook his head.
Jiang Fang understands the principle of adapting measures to local conditions and times.
Two people, relatively speaking, is very persuasive.
To be precise, better brainwashing.
On the one hand, their lives were already in Nan Zhou's hands, and there was obviously only one way to go, so there was still room for negotiation.
On the other hand, it is also a very important aspect.
There are only two of them, Chen Xixi.
The fewer the number of people, the fewer people who can communicate and exchange opinions, and the easier it is to be induced into Jiang Fang's predetermined closed circuit of thinking.
Once there are more than two opponents, it is very easy to have differences of opinion, and the room for persuasion is infinitely close to zero.
When Jiang Fang gave Li Yinhang a small psychology class, Nan Zhou looked at his palm and remained silent.
Li Yinhang, who noticed Nan Zhou's expression, pursed his lips.
She thought that Nan Zhou's heart might not feel good.
No matter what, the players he killed before can be resurrected.
Under the game system where the resurrection mechanism does not work, what he just ended was two real lives.
She was thinking of words to comfort Nan Zhou. For example, they would definitely keep their promises. It wasn't a lie. She saw Nan Zhou's tail lifted up, hooked Jiang Fang's sleeve, and gently pulled it down.
"What is a lover?" Nan Zhou asked Jiang Fang, "Does it mean 'a person you like'?"
Li Yinhang: "..." She doesn't need to worry about it.
Jiang Fang, who had been talking and laughing and bewitching people just now, turned red at this moment.
His voice was soft: "It's our relationship."
Nan Zhou, who had been supplemented with new knowledge, suddenly said, "… Ah."
Jiang Fang laughed and blushed slightly. He grabbed the tip of Nan Zhou's densely fluffy tail and pinched it punishingly: "'Ah', do you mean to consider or agree?"
Nan Zhou thought about it for a while.
According to the information obtained from the previous instance [Brain Invasion], Brother Fang had a first love.
The meaning of first love, literally, is the first person he likes very much.
Maybe his mom, or a kindergarten teacher who gave him candy.
Now he wants to be his lover again.
It doesn't matter.
I like him anyway.
But Brother Fang had already kissed himself, both on his face and on his mouth.
He just kissed his own place and completed a one-sided help activity that made him comfortable.
Can lovers do these things too
After some careful calculation of the interpersonal relationship formula, Nan Zhou frowned.
… He's not worth it.
Noticing the change in Nan Zhou's demeanor, Jiang Fang lowered his head and laughed softly.
Sure enough, Nan Zhou asked, "Don't you want me to be your friend?"
Before Jiang Fang's heart could fall, he heard Nan Zhou add the next sentence in disappointment.
"Why just lovers?"
Jiang Fang: "..."
He used to feel vaguely that something was amiss.
Now, he has finally caught the source of this absurdity.
-Nan Zhou's definition of "friend" seems to be different from that of normal people.
The details of getting along with Nan Zhou in the past jumped into his mind uncontrollably, making Jiang Fang's heart tangled with bittersweetness.
He faintly realized that his past self seemed to have dug a huge hole for his present self.
But about him and his past, Nan Zhou obviously forgot all about him.
Why does he remember the definition of "friend" so clearly
Jiang Fang asked him tentatively, "Mr. Nan, what do you think a friend is?"
Nan Zhou thought for a while, and just as he was about to answer, he saw a strange light in Jiang Fang's eyes.
Nan Zhou's reaction was like electricity. He was about to push Jiang Fang, but Jiang Fang's reflexes were no less impressive.
The two of them grabbed the clothes on each other's chest, helped the other to protect their hearts, and rolled into the door on one side.
Nan Zhou did not forget to drag in Li Yinhang, who was obediently standing aside as a background board.
When Li Yinhang's back collided with the cold and hard floor, who hadn't reacted to what happened, she watched as a fire swept from the outside of the house with a strong stream of heat.
The target is the position where the three of them stood just now.
The orange-red tongue licked to the outside of the wall, and it didn't take a moment for Li Yinhang to watch the inner wall reveal the texture of glass a little bit.
The high temperature of the flame reached a thousand degrees, and within a few seconds, the room was turned into a deadly steamer.
When the heat wave enough to melt people hit, Jiang Fang threw Doraemon's handle to one side of the wall.
A door swung open.
Nan Zhou pulled one in one hand and rushed towards the door.
Jiang Fang did not forget to wrap Nan Zhou's obstructing tail around his palm, for fear of tripping him.
After escaping into the safe house, with two layers of wall isolation, the heat plummeted.
Weapons of this level of destruction cannot be maintained for a long time.
Nan Zhou supported the wall on the corridor side of the safe house with one hand and found that the temperature of the wall was rapidly fading.
Nan Zhou stopped Jiang Fang who wanted to open the door with the doorknob: "No, it's a waste."
Jiang Fang: "I just..."
Before Jiang Fang could finish speaking, Nan Zhou touched the wall with his other hand, pinpointed the joint between the bricks, and slammed into the wall with a bang.
Dusty.
Shrouded in the rustling ashes, Jiang Fang squinted at the corridor that opened towards them. Facing the cold wind suddenly blowing into the wall, he reluctantly continued the second half of the sentence: "...I'm worried about your hands."
Li Yinhang: "..."
There was only one thought in her mind.
Good guy, cats are getting more and more proficient at demolition.
Nan Zhou drilled out neatly.
But he would always forget that in the half-succubus state, he was still dragging a tail.
The pointed tail stayed in the wall and swayed like a sunflower in Jiang Fang, which was very cute.
Nan Zhou, who accidentally dropped his tail into the wall, looked around carefully.
The attackers are not only vicious, but also the angle of the injection is extremely paradoxical.
—From the tragic burning marks left by the flames on the wall, if you trace the source all the way, you can find that the flames have turned an incredible angle in the air that can dance on Newton's coffin, and shot from another corridor. .
The other party is also quite cautious. If he fails to hit, he turns around and withdraws.
Players who are reckless and impulsive without the corresponding strength, players who can't recognize reality, and have fluke fantasies, players who have empty props but can't use them properly, players who can be soft-hearted and deceived are all among the 70 who have died. .
The 30 people who are still alive after thousands of years of scouring are not so easy to deal with.
No one wants to die here.
Everyone thinks they can be the final winner.
What's more, after the initial panic period, they paid attention to a more valuable thing.
- They were still thinking about the high bounty that Nan Zhou was carrying.
Having seen Nanzhou's abilities in single and team competitions, some people are very clear-headed that if they cooperate with Nanzhou, they may be picked by others, or they may be the lucky one; if they don't cooperate, Sooner or later, none of them died in the internal friction, and they were picked as peaches by Nanzhou and the others.
As a result, 20 people quietly formed a temporary covenant after consultation.
The goal is simple.
First kill Nan Zhou unanimously, and then decide the outcome.
This is a good thing to give it a try and turn a bike into a motorcycle.
Fang Yongnian, a player with a quantum positioning fire-breathing gun, is also one of them.
He didn't expect this shuttle to really send Nanzhou, the paper man boss, into the crematorium.
He was given only one official mission.
- Try to hook Nan Zhou over.
Hearing the fast footsteps behind him, Fang Yongnian was overjoyed.
done!
There is only one corridor, about thirty meters away from the place where everyone laid the net of heaven and earth!
He is a national second-level sprinter, and it is really suitable to send him to do this task.
Just turn the corner in front of you—
He has plenty of confidence because the props his teammates are holding are quite strong.
It is very likely that Nan Zhou's head will fall into their hands...
As he ran, he couldn't restrain the joy at the corners of his mouth, and his mouth almost reached the base of his ears.
Adrenaline surged up his head, and the blood in his ears roared, even overshadowing the sound of some suddenly approaching footsteps.
Fang Yongnian, who was trapped in ecstasy and excitement, suddenly felt the top of his head tighten.
A slender hand used the top of his head as a point of strength, and with a straight waist and abdomen, turned over and jumped in front of him.
… Varied-
Seeing Nan Zhou's beautiful face clearly, his face changed to blushing, but his reaction speed was not weak.
With all his strength, he roared angrily, and the life-saving talisman held tightly in the other hand glowed with dazzling brilliance.
Under the effect of the S-class item card of [The Most Glorious Worker], his strong arm condensed into steel with a clear curve, and slammed it towards Nanzhou's face!
He gritted his teeth and let out a low growl: "Go to hell!"
Amidst his thunderous and imposing anger, Nan Zhou ducked his head, easily bypassed his fist, slapped him in the face with a backhand, and slapped the person directly against the wall.
Fang Yongnian's rib bones were interrupted by seven or eight in an instant, and he couldn't get up straight from the ground.
Nan Zhou looked at the man moaning in pain on the ground, looked at his palm, and sighed again.
The hand is heavy.
Humans are really fragile creatures.
Nan Zhou squatted in front of him: "Where are you going?"
Fang Yongnian looked at him in fear. The muscles were too tight and secreted a lot of lactic acid. Coupled with the severe pain of the broken bones, he was so numb that he couldn't move. Even the muscles with the base of the tongue trembled and could only utter. "Woooo" slobber.
Thirty meters away, more than a dozen other allied players who had prepared dozens of props and were confidently waiting to grab people's heads buckled their toes, sweating profusely.
… This is so fucking embarrassing!
Nan Zhou looked at Fang Yongnian, who was seriously injured on the ground, and suddenly said, "One."
Other players: "?"
Nan Zhou: "Two."
The allied players looked at each other, mouthing their doubts.
"What is he doing?"
"I do not know… "
Nan Zhou: "... five, seven, eleven."
As the tide of his counting data rose, allied players finally reacted.
The moment they reacted, their mentality exploded.
Nan Zhou... actually counting the number of people in ambush from a distance
Every time he counted, their hairs stood up in a big salutation.
Nan Zhou wouldn't kill him directly, would he? !
When the allied players were hesitating whether they should hurry up and run away, they saw Nan Zhou stand up from Fang Yongnian, who was soft like mud on the ground.
The blood of the allied players went against the flow, their heartbeats became unbalanced, and a group of lemmings retreated into the dark.
More than a dozen hearts were thumping in one place, and it was quite lively.
Immediately afterwards, they saw Nan Zhou raise his long legs, turn around and run.
Allied players: "… "
Ah?
Allied players have woken up like a dream.
In retrospect, they wanted to slap themselves a few times in order to miss the opportunity.
Damn it! Isn't Nan Zhou the only one
He was obviously afraid!
Thinking of how they were shivering with fear from Nan Zhou's nod, a group of players felt humiliated, angered from their hearts, got out of their hiding places, and rushed towards Nan Zhou together.
kill him! :,