Nan Zhou: "?"
"bridge"
After thinking about it, he couldn't remember where there was a bridge in the bungalow.
But Nan Zhou, who was confused, still looked into Jiang Fang's eyes and replied seriously, "Yes. No way."
Jiang Fang laughed softly, his Adam's apple moved slightly: "Do you know what I'm talking about?"
Nan Zhou looked at the dynamic, smooth curve where his Adam's apple rolled over, and shook his head with the same serious attitude.
Jiang Fang asked, "Then what are you promising?"
Nan Zhou thought for a while: "I don't know."
"But, because you look like you want me to say yes."
The world outside was wet with light rain and mist, and gray.
The coldness penetrated through the gap in the window, but could not melt into this gradually warming atmosphere.
Jiang Fang grabbed his wrist, raised it over his head, and the light and fiery hot water flowed into Nanzhou's pulse along the warmth of his palm like running water.
He was very close to Nanzhou, and his lips were stained with the residual fragrance of good brandy.
Nan Zhou was sensitive to alcohol, and he was a little drunk for a while.
On the other hand, Jiang Fang didn't know that there was a big problem with his body and mind.
His heart was originally very cold, but when he saw Nanzhou, he suddenly ignited a wild fire, which made his sanity a paycheck, burning his cheeks hot, and his thoughts were so beautiful.
He wanted to look away, but his heart was burning like fire. Wherever the flames fell, the chains he used to restrain himself were all burned out, leaving nothing behind.
The more anxious he was, the more he could not control his pounding heart.
Under the impact of anxiety, Jiang Fang heard himself smile: "What do I want you to promise?"
Jiang Fang's speech speed increased significantly: "Do you know me well? What do you know?"
Nan Zhou looked up at him.
Because he tried his best to suppress his emotions and tug at his own heart, Jiang Fang's voice showed a rare depression and irritability.
It was the murmur in his heart.
The voice shouted:
Lock him up, tie him up.
Don't let him leave you, you clearly love miserably—
Before the voice grabbed his whole mind, Jiang Fang raised his hand and grabbed Nan Zhou's front, his arm muscles suddenly exerted strength and pulled Nan Zhou up from the bed.
The words of expulsion were almost squeezed out of his teeth: "Go! You go!"
Nan Zhou lowered his head and looked at his fingertips, which were holding his clothes tightly on his chest, and his nerves were slightly convulsed.
He understood what Jiang Fang meant.
He wrapped his hands around Jiang Fang's neck and had enough of him in his arms.
Nan Zhou kept his voice indifferent, put his cold forehead against Jiang Fang's heart, and rubbed it a few times like a small animal: "Yeah. I see. I'll stay."
With Nan Zhou's assurance and his steady and steady heartbeat, Jiang Fang's emotions gradually moved out of extremes.
... Or, he temporarily suppressed the medicinal properties and put on a successful camouflage again.
In short, when he took the initiative to distance himself from Nan Zhou, the out-of-control emotions on his face had been cleaned up.
Nan Zhou also kept his promise and did not leave the room.
The two sat side by side at the head of the bed, listening to the rustling of raindrops hitting the branches and leaves.
Jiang Fang had guessed early that his abnormality was caused by the efficacy of [Answer].
He took out the medicine that could eliminate the negative state without saying a word, and swallowed it without supplying water.
He took the pills, thinking about how to salvage what he had just said.
Nan Zhou was thinking about what Jiang Fang just said.
The eerily quiet atmosphere was first broken by Nan Zhou.
Nan Zhou didn't know what embarrassment was, so he simply continued on the topic that had just collapsed: "You are right when you say that I don't know you. But you never tell me about you. I actually want to. knowledge."
The pills in my throat seemed to be blocked.
Jiang Fang tilted his neck back and swallowed several times, but he still felt a burning hot thing stuck in his throat, just stuck in his throat.
He didn't look at Nan Zhou and said perfunctorily, "There's nothing to say. I'm boring."
Nan Zhou: "I don't know what you like to eat."
Jiang Fang: "I don't like anything." This is true.
Nan Zhou: "But you know me very well. You have read me... "
"I don't know you at all."
Jiang Fang directly interrupted him.
He articulates clearly, and smashes cold and hard words at Nanzhou to offset the warmth brought by the ambiguous hug.
"I only know that you like sweets, but what kind of dishes do you like, I won't ask."
"I don't know what hobbies you have besides painting, and I don't want to take you to develop any new hobbies."
"I purposely didn't ask about your stories; I don't want you to know everything about me."
"The way we are, I think that's enough."
Hearing Jiang Fang's grand discussion, Nan Zhou paused.
He wasn't very angry, just surprised: "You today are very different from you before."
"I took the wrong medicine, or I'm crazy." Jiang Fang turned to Nan Zhou, "Or, it's me now."
Nan Zhou made a soft "oh" sound, and a strange sour feeling came up along the apex of his heart.
But the strong thirst for knowledge still made him ask: "Why?"
yeah why
[Answer] The medicinal properties surged up, and Jiang Fang's heart automatically gave the answer again—
If you know his eating hobbies other than desserts, would you be reluctant to cook for him in different ways
You don't want him to develop other hobbies because you don't dare to think about it.
You can't wait to take him out, have a picnic, skydive, dive, practice skateboarding, travel the world in an RV, but can you do it
You don't have to know all about him at all.
It's just the current Nanzhou, you already like it like crazy.
Jiang Fang suddenly got up.
He couldn't stand coexisting with the whisperer in his heart who had his own voice.
He was going to try to kill the voice.
Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang who was walking out and asked, "Where are you going?"
Jiang Fang held the door frame and said calmly, "I'll kill someone."
A-rank items cannot suppress S-rank items [answer].
Then, as long as the owner of the item is killed, the effect of the medicine effect on him can be ended.
When Jiang Fang was about to step out the door, Nan Zhou found a barely acceptable answer to his question just now.
"Is it because I'm not human?" he asked.
When he asked this, there was not much sadness or unease in his tone.
As with any question he usually asks, the words are clear and slightly curious.
Jiang Fang turned his back to him and stood still for a long time with his head bowed.
His palm left a hot mist on the doorknob.
The heat caused Jiang Fang's thinking to fall into the quagmire of hot flashes.
He said to himself: "Yeah, if you were human..."
But he immediately noticed the error of this remark, corrected his statement in time, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
But what exactly meant, Jiang Fang couldn't say.
In order to avoid causing more misunderstandings, Jiang Fang hurriedly left.
Nan Zhou sat alone by the bed, his heart pounding.
He thought he wanted me to stay, but he left first.
Thinking like this, Nan Zhou raised his hand to caress his heart, unable to understand the discomfort and soreness that gradually swelled from the inside as if it was being heated.
He also has a heartbeat and breathes, so why can't he be considered a human being
If you are not human, you can't continue to be Brother Fang's friend.
No matter what Nan Zhou thought, in the end, Nan Zhou and the others won.
In order to repay Sheng Yimin who gave him the medicine, Jiang Fang poured the whole bottle of [Answer] into his mouth regardless of his begging and begging for mercy.
Under the acute and strong medicinal effect, Sheng Yimin's face turned purple.
Thousands of intense emotions and conflicts in his mind caused his spirit to collapse quickly.
In the end, he jumped out of the window like a suicide lemming and smashed one of his own heads into a rotten watermelon.
Jiang Fang held the window frame and looked down coldly.
With excellent eyesight, he saw with his own eyes several tumor-like villains hatched from Sheng Yimin's messy blood hair.
The little man's hands and feet are slender, and he was beaten to and fro in the cold wind and rain, like a childish and terrifying tumbler.
As Sheng Yimin fell from the building and died, the medicinal effects that plagued Jiang Fang were also solved, which could be said to be immediate.
Those of his followers didn't know why the boss was crazy at all, they could only tell from the pills scattered all over the floor that they probably died of drug addiction.
In the suspicion and panic of the leaderless group, Jiang Fang took the initiative to stand up and proposed an effective cheating method.
- He merged Sheng Yimin's subordinates directly into his own team.
The team that instantly grew to 20 people naturally won.
Of course, this shortcut can only be used once.
In later v, the way to win the game by turning the opponent directly into a teammate was banned.
Jiang Fang was not surprised by this.
Games are living things, perfected little by little.
They are just testing tools to detect various bugs and cheats.
Jiang Fang thought, even if the test work ends one day, will the hidden behind-the-scenes planner really let them out.
At that time, maybe they will stay in the game forever like Nan Zhou.
In that case, can he think about the future
Fortunately, after getting rid of the control of the drug, Jiang Fang regained the ability to control his reason and thinking.
He took the initiative to stop this out of control thinking, forcing himself not to think about it, not to listen carefully to the real answer in his heart.
After the dust settled, Nan Zhou did not show any negative emotions of vigilance, disappointment or resistance towards Jiang Fang.
Everything was business as usual, the two ate, lived and slept together, and were not affected by the dispute at all.
This made Jiang Fang unable to start even if he wanted to resolve and make up for the embarrassment that day.
On the third night after coming out of the dungeon, Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou still slept in the same bed.
Looking at Nan Zhou's back in the darkness, Jiang Fang spookedly continued the discussion that he had not continued before: "If I leave in the future, what will you do?"
Nan Zhou pursed his lips.
He answered succinctly: "If you leave, I will go back to the town."
"What if you can't go back?"
"I'll just walk around."
Listening to Nan Zhou's unsatisfactory answers one after another, a sentence hit Jiang Fang's tongue, and it will not come out yet.
- Otherwise, you leave me. I won't go.
This answer could not be conveyed to Nan Zhou well, but instead shocked Jiang Fang himself.
Jiang Fang hurriedly turned his back, picked up the quilt, closed his eyes, grasped the cold sheets with his fingertips, and thought carefully about whether the efficacy of [Answer] had not been eliminated.
And Nan Zhou opened his eyes behind him.
He looked at Jiang Fang's silhouette immersed in the darkness, as if looking at a back figure who was destined to leave.
Just like those backs that he was used to seeing and who left him behind.
Even if he made a serious promise that he would not go on other people's bridges or walk, would Jiang Fang still leave his back
Nanzhou looked at the window under the moonlight.
During the day, Jiang Fang folded a windmill for him, and the breeze under the moon blew it round and round.
It is like a wheel, full of joy thinking that it will go to the moon.
But that was just a lie of the wind.
…
Jiang Fang did not tell Li Yinhang too much.
He only briefly described how he knew that [Answer] would lead to the growth of little people on people's heads based on that v experience.
Under the influence of the two, Li Yinhang was able to recover his strength while chewing on biscuits, while listening to Jiang Fang's speech about the tragic situation of Sheng Yimin's head smashed to the ground.
She originally wanted to ask more about what happened to Jiang Fang before.
Because it's too much like a game copy mod test.
She subconsciously felt that the reference value of this matter was very high, and it was helpful for them to finally get out of control.
Until the corner of her eye swept to Nan Zhou next to her.
Nan Zhou, who had a fever, didn't look very comfortable, his cheeks were flushed, and his brows were slightly twisted.
...like a nightmare.
Li Yinhang was startled, just as he was about to call his name, Jiang Fang, who was always paying attention to Nan Zhou's demeanor, sat beside him.
He sticks to his face, touches his palm, his movements are gentle, and he never evades.
"Don't go." Jiang Fang whispered to him, "I'm staying here. You can see me every day when you open your eyes."
Following Jiang Fang's voice, Nan Zhou's mood and expression gradually calmed down.
"I can't go anymore." Jiang Fang smiled, patted his shoulder gently, and said to himself, "I've placed too many bets on you, and I can't even take my heart back, so I'm willing to admit defeat." :,