This unexpected call made Songpa feel dazed in his heart and eyes when he returned to the small courtyard at the Suchara Night Market.
He entered the door, sat down with his head hooked, and turned his head to the row of yellow clay jars.
He couldn't figure out how those three people could survive.
Unless they agreed to go for a night dive in the sea, but no one went into the water.
But if he didn't go into the water, how could he possibly get the jar and find his blood from the jar
Could it be that the ability of the young head-turning master has reached the level where he can crack the head-turning from the air
Or in descending order
Or do they have more powerful ghosts in their hands that they can drive? !
Many questions formed a small vortex in Sompa's head, mixing many thoughts together, making him restless.
There were too many questions he couldn't figure out.
It's like he can't figure out the most fundamental problem:
… why would they dare to call themselves
The smiling young man over the phone said that they could be called "boats".
After returning home, Songpa hurriedly read all the religious books related to the "boat", trying to trace their origins and find out which branch of Southeast Asia they were descendants of.
After the search was fruitless, Sompa even made an overnight phone call with several other familiar descendants.
The answer is "no", "don't know", "haven't heard of it".
The images of these three ordinary tourists from foreign lands quickly turned mysterious and evil in Sompa's eyes.
It can't be that simple.
They must have come prepared, with a purpose.
… In a sense, Sompa’s anxiety is also on the right track.
After a futile effort and thought, it was two o'clock in the morning.
Songpa clutched his old-fashioned phone and sat down beside the bed.
The gray mice that he raised to test the effect of lowering their heads squeaked in the cage because they didn't eat. The noise made his face turn gray and green. He crushed the one who jumped the most cheerfully, and abandoned it at the bottom of the cage in a bloody mess.
The other mice were silent for a moment, and each chose a corner of the cage and curled up.
Sompa's heart was not lightened by the killing.
Shaking his bloody slap, he returned to the bed, and sighed heavily at the yellow clay jars leaning against the wall.
A strand of his hair was stuck to his cheek with sweat, but he didn't care.
The usual Songpa is quite decent, and there are rarely such neurotic and uncontrollable moments.
If the other party uses his own blood to drop, and the curse comes back as soon as possible, he will not be as irritable as he is now.
The fighting style of the head descendant is very common.
It's up to you, but it's up to you to see who the deer dies.
But Nan Zhou's ingenious sentence of "communication and learning" made him completely unable to understand their plans.
He repeated these four words over and over again, smacking them over and over again, trying to get some flavor out of them.
Sompa couldn't believe that the other party really wanted to learn from him.
Is it revenge
He had killed a lot of people by bowing his head before. Could it be that they were specially hired by others to seek revenge on him
Or... Nan Zhou is a talented descendant, young and energetic, and wants to pick all the descendants to prove his strength
In short, it is impossible to really communicate and learn.
Songpa sweated the phone in his palm, and finally made up his mind to call back and ask what happened.
However, it wasn't until a sleepy male voice came over the phone that he realized that the other party had contacted him from the landline of the Beach Visitor Center at all.
… In other words, the other party fully knows his phone number and location.
And when the other party doesn't want to pay attention to himself, he can't even contact the other party easily.
…
While Songpa was pacing back and forth beside the bed anxiously, trying to figure out Nanzhou's thoughts, Nanzhou and the others had already ended a wave of play in the nearby water night market, carrying a belly of seafood, and they were parked under the vast starry sky. Rested in the SUV.
Faced with the situation in front of them, they are indeed very relaxed.
In Jiang Fang's words, that is—
"Since it's a human being who manipulates the head down, it's easy. Humans are easy to handle."
With this sentence as a reassurance, even Li Yinhang is no longer in a hurry.
She slept well in the back seat, and was so tired that she didn't even have time to remove her hair.
Nanji Xing arched into the hair gap of her ball head, thinking that she had found a good foothold, so she hid herself inside and fell asleep soundly.
Nan Zhou rested on the flat passenger seat.
Jiang Fang was in the driver's seat.
Nan Zhou couldn't sleep, and was putting his fingertips on Jiang Fang's drooping fingers, like playing the piano, counting one by one and one back.
Jiang Fang just closed his eyes and rested his mind, and the feeling of itching made him very happy, and he was even more reluctant to disturb him.
Jiang Fang's observation was correct, Nan Zhou did express his love through touch.
He always regards the object of his concern as a new thing to study, and he has to make it clear inside and out.
Nan Zhou touched Jiang Fang's soft lips, then detoured around the ends of his scorpion braided hair, rolled it with his index finger, and then touched the bridge of his dangling nose and the beautiful figure.
That touch wasn't a little obscene, just simply liked and curious about his body temperature.
Jiang Fang couldn't help laughing when he touched him, closed his eyes and asked him, "You've been playing all day, aren't you tired?"
Nan Zhou did not feel guilty about being caught, and continued his actions on his own: "Not tired."
This amount of exercise is nothing to Nanzhou at all.
Jiang Fang hummed: "I see."
Nan Zhou: "Know what?"
Jiang Fang: "I will take you out in the future, so I can play something more exciting."
Nan Zhou really became interested: "What is more exciting?"
When he questioned, he was still stroking Jiang Fang's floating red ears.
The more he touched, the darker the crimson there.
This kind of reaction made him feel novel, so he kept rubbing it with his hands, which was very interesting.
Jiang Fang sketched serious images of rock climbing, skydiving, snowboarding, extreme cross-country and air surfing in his mind.
But there is one hand that refuses to be honest, always flirting with his feelings.
After being played like this for a long time, Jiang Fang chose to fight back and gently twisted his chest.
This counter-attack point was just randomly chosen by him, but when Nan Zhou was touched by his right chest, his body softened like an electric shock, and he unconsciously let out a trembling groan.
"Well… "
The space inside the car is small and quiet, and even a little movement is particularly prominent.
Both of them were startled.
Nan Zhou bowed his head.
Through the shirt, he could observe some itchy reactions there, the little tail was a little bloody, and the thin white shirt was pushed up.
Nan Zhou asked curiously, "Why?"
Jiang Fang didn't expect Nan Zhou's sensitive spots to look so strange. While his heart was hot, he carefully taught: "Every part of the body has different skin sensitivity."
Nan Zhou was really distracted by him, and he also reached out and rubbed Jiang Fang's chest.
Sure enough, Jiang Fang's expression was as usual, not as big as his reaction.
Nan Zhou expressed his affirmation with the usual tone particle: "… Ah."
Jiang Fang smiled and asked, "Yes."
Unexpectedly, his personal teaching, in exchange for Nan Zhou to examine and study his body more carefully.
He wanted to analyze which inch of his body was as sensitive as his chest.
Nan Zhou's spirit of learning from things and his shrewd actions obviously made Jiang Fang in a state of embarrassment.
After enduring for five minutes, Jiang Fang finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Nan Zhou hadn't finished his exploration, and now he was suppressed, and he didn't mean to resist or resent him. He just looked up at him, a pair of eyelashes under the moving starry sky outside the car window, black and bright like eye jewels, more and more. moving.
As long as there is a little light, Nanzhou, as a monster derived from light, can be breathtakingly beautiful.
His creators have never been partial to him, at least in this regard.
There are few such beautiful characters in the works of Never After.
Nan Zhou graciously stepped his bare feet on the angle between the storage box and the rearview mirror outside the window, slightly squatting, so as to make more room for Jiang Fang's body.
He tilted his head and asked softly, "Do you want to kiss me again?"
Jiang Fang replied, "Not more."
The corners of Jiang Fang's mouth were always raised habitually.
It was just the content in his eyes that made Nan Zhou feel unfamiliar.
Nan Zhou is not afraid of being unfamiliar, perhaps the more unknown he is, the more interested he is.
Nan Zhou raised his hand to touch the corner of Jiang Fang's eyes.
He didn't think it was anything until his fingers were clenched in the palm of Jiang Fang's hands.
Jiang Fang's strength is still not small, and it hurts to hold Nan Zhou's hand.
Although Nan Zhou could draw his hand at any time, since he was very patient and he was not willing to let Jiang Fang hold the air, he had no choice but to hold it.
Jiang Fang held his palm with one hand and covered his eyes with the other.
His physique has both the tallness of a European and the slenderness of an Asian, but compared to the overall size of Nanzhou, he is still a yard larger.
He could properly block himself on Nan Zhou, and just cover him completely.
The next moment, Nan Zhou sensed something, and his breath sank.
But he didn't push Jiang Fang away, he just reached out and grabbed his clothes, kneading the soft fabric into a twisted shape in the palm of his hand.
What happened next made Nan Zhou think of what happened a few hours ago.
Jiang Fang was teaching him how to swim, and he was hugging slowly up and down between the waves.
The waves were rippling in the golden sunlight, stirring and shaking.
The waves seemed to be the vibrations of the heartbeat from the depths of the sea, so gentle that it made people fascinated.
… After nearly half an hour of grinding, Nan Zhou soiled his suit pants while feeling overwhelmed.
Jiang Fang did not continue to bully him, let go of his hand, and looked down at his little paper figurine tenderly.
The two were well-dressed, but their breath was unsteady.
Nan Zhou was stunned.
He was stunned for a long time, staring at the dark sky outside, as if he couldn't understand what happened.
Seeing his appearance, Jiang Fang wanted to laugh a little, touched the tip of his nose, and then regained his consciousness: "Aren't you going to clean it up?"
Nan Zhou was dizzy and dizzy: "Yeah."
Jiang Fang gently opened the car door for him, and took the person to a nearby public toilet. When Nan Zhou was taking care of himself, he found an empty toilet and solved his problem as quickly as possible.
After it was over, he brought back Nan Zhou, who was in a daze.
It was the first time that Nan Zhou suffered a strange mental shock like this tonight. After being put down, because his mind was blank, he only felt comfortable in a daze, so he simply gave up thinking and fell asleep with his legs curled up.
He didn't know that after he fell asleep, Jiang Fang stared at his face presumptuously, and fell asleep after a long time.
The three and one mouse slept so sweetly that they didn't wake up until ten o'clock the next morning.
After such an experience, Nan Zhou did not feel particularly embarrassed.
It's just that there seems to be a string in his mind, and he didn't mention what happened last night in front of Li Yinhang.
After a simple wash, they embarked on the journey again.
They went to a farm that had just opened for a whole day, fed alpacas and sheep, rode pony horses, and faced a lake and mountains, and made a delicious barbecue by themselves.
As for the Suchala Night Market, it was completely out of the scope of their plans for today's trip.
When they ended their day's trip, returned to the hotel, and returned the car keys to the boss' daughter, as soon as they went upstairs, they unexpectedly saw Shao Mingzhe and Cao Shuguang in the hotel corridor, confronting each other tensely.
It was a downright sunny day with a high of 32 degrees.
Even now the sun is setting, the temperature is around 25 or 6 degrees.
This further highlights how weird Shao Mingzhe's attire is that is out of tune with the tropics.
At this moment, Shao Mingzhe was standing against the wall fully armed, and the only eye exposed was staring coldly at the old carpet in the corridor that was rolled up.
Not far away stood the angry Cao Shuguang.
Seeing that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, Li Yinhang stood there and did not move.
Nan Zhou naturally had no worries.
He took two steps forward and asked, "What's wrong?"
Cao Shuguang pulled Nanzhou over and complained to him, "He's a lunatic!"
Nan Zhou looked at him grabbing at the corner of his clothes, and was a little surprised why he was so familiar with it.
Cao Shuguang said angrily: "I was dealing with my wife and I had a meal nearby, and when I wanted to come back to rest, I happened to meet him in the corridor. My wife was just curious and asked him if his hands had been hidden in his pockets. What is he hiding - you see how he is sneaking, who doesn't know he has something hidden on him - who knows that he is crazy and pushed my daughter-in-law down."
The more he talked, the more angry he became, and he turned back and pointed at Shao Mingzhe angrily: "You are not allowed to leave without an apology!"
Nan Zhou: "Where's Miss Ma?"
Cao Shuguang didn't think about it: "I told her to go back to the room. This is a matter between men. If there is a fight, do you want her to watch?"
Hearing this sentence, Shao Mingzhe raised his eyes and looked at Cao Shuguang.
"No," he said.
Cao Shuguang was in a fit of anger, and when he saw that the stuffy gourd actually opened his mouth, he immediately retorted: "Why, you're not a man?"
Shao Mingzhe: "No."
Cao Shuguang was fed up with the way he spoke word by word like a popping bean, and was about to get angry again—
Shao Mingzhe looked at him and whispered, "You are not human."