Nan Zhou thought about his thoughts like this, and was turned all the way to the dance floor by Jiang Fang.
In the crowd of wild waves, surrounded by the warmth of the human body and the faint breath of alcohol fermentation, Nan Zhou subconsciously moved his body closer to Jiang Fang and looked up at him.
Jiang Fang wrapped his arms around his waist, and he hugged him back politely.
Holding him firmly, Nan Zhou asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Come here, they are secondary." Jiang Fang said gently, "The main reason is to teach you how to dance."
Nan Zhou has an endless interest in "learning" itself.
Under Jiang Fang's half-coaxing tone, he quickly threw himself into actual combat teaching.
However, dancing is different from swimming, it cannot be done quickly, and it is a tacit understanding that requires long-term and fine cooperation.
After ten minutes of jumping, Nan Zhou was still able to miss every beat just right, and stepped on Zhong Jiang Fang's feet steadily and ruthlessly.
He was a little distressed, and looked down at the footsteps with all his heart, and only left Jiang Fang a beautiful hair swirl.
… This is not what Jiang Fang wants to achieve.
Jiang Fang thought for a while, bowed his waist, put the person on his shoulders, bent slightly, took off Nan Zhou's leather shoes, and put the pair of shoes neatly into the warehouse.
Nan Zhou looked confused, clinging to his shoulders, letting him make arrangements.
Until his feet wearing thin socks were guided by Jiang Fang and stepped on Jiang Fang's own instep.
"Keep stepping on me like this. Follow the beat and learn faster."
Jiang Fang's tone was quite natural, as if teaching dancing was what it was all about.
Nan Zhou didn't have any doubts, his toes were slightly bent, hooking Jiang Fang's shoe upper, and following the beat given by Jiang Fang, he put his arms around his waist and slowly swayed his body.
Soon, Nan Zhou got the hang of it.
But he pretended not to have learned it, continued to hold Jiang Fang, and touched his thin, strong back muscles with his fingertips.
This selfishness of his is upright and upright, but he didn't declare it in his mouth.
Jiang Fang felt itchy from his touch, lowered his head, and touched the corner of his lips tentatively with his lips.
Nan Zhou took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and kiss Jiang Fang's lips.
He didn't understand the meaning behind such an intimate gesture, but he liked it very much.
Touching Jiang Fang's body and kissing Jiang Fang's skin were the same things that could make him feel as happy as studying.
Jiang Fang no longer escaped or resisted.
For the first time, in the thunderous heartbeat, he firmly controlled the dominance, gently pried Nan Zhou's lips and tongue, touched his slender and cute tongue, and strongly deepened the kiss.
Nan Zhou's face was calm and cold, but his body was warm and soft.
Such a contrast made him have to love and kiss.
The two embraced and kissed and danced while kissing.
The two people's clothing rubbed rustling in the fast-paced music, which only the two of them could hear in the world.
However, Jiang Fang's date plan for tonight still went wrong.
With just a little kiss with wine, he successfully brought Nan Zhou down.
... He really has a physique that can't touch a bit of alcohol.
When Nan Zhou was carried away from the bar by Jiang Fang, the two young couples who had met each other were heartbroken and had already returned to the hotel.
The night wind on the road was very warm, about level 3, and it blew people's hearts into ripples.
Jiang Fang walked all the way against the wind, bought a small bottle of honey of good quality, and took Nanzhou back to the hotel.
When the door opened, Li Yinhang, who had been waiting in the room to think about his life, sat up with a carp upright. When he saw Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang who entered the door, he was relieved for a while, but the rest of the breath was stuck in his chest. , make her feel uncomfortable.
Jiang Fang did everything as usual, Zhang Luo took off Nanzhou's windbreaker, boiled water for Nanzhou, brewed honey water, sat leaning on the bed, and fed him a little bit.
Nan Zhou didn't make a fuss, just lay quietly on his back on the bed, frowning, as if he was thinking about his own thoughts with his eyes closed.
After asking why Nan Zhou came back sideways, Li Yinhang's thought came to the fore again.
She sat on the edge of the bed and put her hands on her knees: "... Brother Fang."
Jiang Fang's eyes did not look away from Nan Zhou's face: "What's wrong?"
There was no reply from behind.
This made Jiang Fang feel a little unusual.
He covered Nan Zhou's cheek with a cool towel, and there was no emotion in his voice: "Ask if you have any questions."
Li Yinhang pursed his mouth into a line, not knowing whether to say it or not.
They have never had a frank relationship with each other, and Li Yinhang didn't know whether he should cross the line.
Jiang Fang did not intend to let this silence continue.
He looked at the picture frame with damp rust on the edge of the wall, and said quietly, "Have you chatted with Shao Mingzhe?"
Li Yinhang was startled: "Ah... yes..."
Jiang Fang: "You stayed on purpose to find Shao Mingzhe to inquire about the situation. What did you ask?"
Li Yinhang hesitated for a while, some of which could not be said.
Jiang Fang didn't need her answer at all: "Is it something that makes you embarrassed? What is it?"
"He pointed out in front of everyone that Cao Shuguang and Ma Xiaopei are not human. So, does he have any tools that can be used to detect whether they are inhuman?"
"You are so reluctant to speak, what is there to say?"
"Did he use that prop on me and Nan Zhou?"
"Nanzhou is not a human, you already know that. You are the only one who is very wary of me. So, did Shao Mingzhe tell you that I am not a human?"
Li Yinhang didn't even explain the relevant plot, Jiang Fang has already understated the whole process.
His tone was even always soft, the same as when he coaxed Nan Zhou to drink honey water just now.
When she was horrified, Jiang Fang turned her head and gently brushed the end of the scorpion braid with her fingertips, her eyes were calm and gentle: "Do you believe in him, or in me?"
Li Yinhang was also confused and speechless.
To be honest, Shao Mingzhe did not come up with any valid evidence to support his testimony.
But he could see that Nan Zhou was not human.
… which gives his words more than a little credibility.
When Li Yinhang returned to the room in a daze after being bombarded by this explosive news, the more she thought about it, the more she felt chills on her back.
The temperament of Jiang Fang's body is obviously gentle, but it makes people feel scared instinctively. Now he turns his head to look at it, and Li Yinhang has to be startled.
She thought that, as a human being with a low concentration of human beings around her, she always has the right to be a little afraid.
Jiang Fang also easily penetrated her thoughts.
He took out what was left from the warehouse and put it on the bedside table.
He asked, "Remember this?"
Li Yinhang nodded, and then said "um" dryly.
As the little housekeeper, she is very clear about all the props and stocks they currently have.
Jiang Fang reminded her: "Is it in [Brain Invasion], I used this before and confessed to Teacher Nan."
He added: "It works."
This seems to have nothing to do with the present.
But after seeing that there was only about 100L of wine left in the bottle, Li Yinhang suddenly got what he meant.
Her turbulent thoughts settled down in an instant.
The conditions of use of 【Tequila】 are clearly stated.
If Jiang Fang really drank it, and [Tequila of the Truth] worked for him, then Jiang Fang must be a human.
This is the system's judgment, which is better than Shao Mingzhe's unreasonable speculation.
Perhaps as Jiang Fang said, Shao Mingzhe has such a tool to detect whether the object is human.
The reason why Shao Mingzhe had the wrong consultation was probably because Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang were too inseparable, which led to the misjudgment of the props
Thinking of this, she breathed a sigh of relief, and the cold sweat completely dissipated.
Li Yinhang is still more willing to believe in his own people from the bottom of his heart.
As long as Jiang Fang is willing to explain it to her, she is willing to believe it.
Otherwise, she must have noticed a paradox in her reasoning.
- Assuming that the so-called props of [Truth Tequila] and Shao Mingzhe are both given by the system, why would Shao Mingzhe's props be misjudged, but not [Truth Tequila]
Li Yinhang, who hadn't thought about this level at all, was completely relaxed.
This relaxation, she also felt tired,
Jiang Fang's voice, when she was drowsy, nudged her into a more reassuring position just right.
"Go to sleep." Jiang Fang's voice was hypnotic, "I'll take care of him."
Li Yinhang went to wash up energetically, then came back and looked at Nan Zhou in a drowsiness before taking off his shoes and socks, covered the quilt, and fell asleep quickly.
When the room was completely quiet, Jiang Fang turned around and cast a faint look in the direction of Li Yinhang's sleep.
And Li Yinhang was unaware of this.
… This is good.
Jiang Fang also lay down with his clothes, grabbed Nan Zhou's fingers, followed the veins of his palm lines, and stroked them all the way.
When he didn't exert force deliberately, Nan Zhou's palm bones were soft, and his skin was white and clean against the thin moonlight, which made the tattooed butterfly on his wrist dark and strange.
Jiang Fang untied his choker and put the uneven tattoo on his wrist against the tattoo on his side neck, k.
Under the rubbing of the two, there was a wonderful itching feeling.
Jiang Fang hugged him.
Suddenly, he heard Nan Zhou say softly, "Hold."
Jiang Fang asked him, "Are you awake?"
Nan Zhou was obviously not awake.
As for the sound he made, it was more like muttering than talking: "Hold tight. It's comfortable."
Jiang Fang laughed and lowered his voice to frighten him: "Little paper man, I'm going to steal you."
Nan Zhou rested his head on his shoulder, nodded, and agreed, "Hmm. Where did you steal it?"
Jiang Fang was silent.
After a while, he leaned into Nan Zhou's ear and said softly, "No, I was wrong. You stole me."
Then he held Nan Zhou and kissed his cheek, it was the kind of delicate and cherished French kissing.
Nan Zhou frowned.
Alcohol made him unable to understand Jiang Fang's words, but he knew that he would stick to Jiang Fang.
This is also a very comfortable thing.
…
Compared with the quiet years on their side, the broadcast station on Gao Wei's side was in chaos.
"I haven't found out who Shao Mingzhe is yet?"
"There is no such person. He is not one of us, nor is he human! He is not even a player!!"
"Damn, tell me, it's not a player, how is he counted as a teammate?"
"I don't know, there is no problem with the system running."
"Damn, how many missions did he do?!"
"This is the second time."
"When was his signal first?"
"Wait a minute, the signal flow is too much and too complicated, I can't find it for the time being—"
They've been wrestling with these questions for hours.
The only reliable conclusion they came to was that Shao Mingzhe was an uninvited guest who suddenly broke into the game a few days ago.
His various values are being displayed on the main panel of the live broadcast room.
Actually don't bother to compare.
All his values are garbled.
Include the name column.
…
An awe-inspiring chill like cold water made Nan Zhou suddenly wake up from his soft sleep.
He didn't drink a lot this time, and he woke up fairly quickly.
At this time, it was exactly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.
The trees outside the hotel were blown by the wind, and the leaves made a rustling sound.
The bells outside rang at the right time, echoing bleakly in the street, forming an empty and low echo.
Just as Jiang Fang fell asleep, he was woken up by his movements.
Nan Zhou closed his eyes for a moment, opened them, and announced softly, "Here."
Li Yinhang was also awakened by a startle, and asked with stunned eyes and inarticulateness, "What's coming?"
A familiar yin energy permeated the bell, and even the swaying trees outside the window and the rustling insects disappeared.
Nan Zhou said softly, "Ghost."
To be more precise, it was the descent of the ghost of Sompa.
From yesterday to now, he spent a whole day and night thinking about how to deal with them, whether to seek reconciliation or to be tough.
And now the Yin Qi that permeated the entire small hotel was the answer given by Songpa.
… go all out and kill them.