After saying "if", Nan Zhou did not give that answer.
"If I lied to you..." Jiang Fang approached him with a bit of unease and grievance in his voice, "Then don't you take responsibility for me?"
Nan Zhou: "...?"
responsibility
He understands the meaning of the word, but because the meaning of the word is too large and the content is broad, once it is implemented on a specific person, it still requires some careful thinking.
Taking responsibility for someone other than his family, he does not understand the specific process.
So he sincerely asked: "How do you want me to be responsible?"
Jiang Fang held up his face and carefully taught: "You can only travel with me in the future."
Nan Zhou: "Okay."
Jiang Fang: "In your future vision in the future, you should have half of mine. If you don't have half, one-third is fine."
Nan Zhou: "I will try my best."
Jiang Fang: "You can only do what you just did with me."
Nan Zhou: "Why should I do it with others?"
During the question and answer, Jiang Fang's heart was softened by Nan Zhou who answered honestly.
Nan Zhou also set his sights on Jiang Fang.
The moonlight shone from behind him, drawing lines and renderings of his body, with distinct layers, deep and shallow, making him look like a still life in the painting.
In the silent place, there is another double affection.
Nan Zhou said, "... I seem to have seen you somewhere."
Jiang Fang covered his forehead with his hand and stroked his forehead with his thumb: "Then think about it carefully."
The white peacock strain in his mind fluttered its tail feathers and scratched Nanzhou's fragile nerves.
Nan Zhou's breathing became more and more rapid, and his originally clear thoughts gradually fell into chaos.
He raised his chin and sighed: "Are you going to touch me again?"
Jiang Fang didn't answer and asked, "Mr. Nan, what do you like about yourself?"
Nan Zhou responded to his flirtation seriously: "I haven't seen myself in particular."
Jiang Fang: "Think about it now. Think about it."
Nan Zhou really listened, thought about it carefully, and came to a conclusion.
He pushed his hair to the side and pointed to the back of his neck.
He is afraid of referring to
Clearly, he traced a full circle around the tooth mark with his slender index finger.
Jiang Fang smiled in surprise: "... Do you like this tooth mark?"
"I don't like it." Nan Zhou said, "I want to know how it came from."
Jiang Fang narrowed his eyebrows, and there was a trace of trance in his memory.
However, he quickly adjusted his mood, raised his hand to support his shoulder, leaned over and pulled out the pen he had been carrying with him for the past two days from his pocket: "Honey, bite."
Nan Zhou asked, "Why?"
Jiang Fang didn't speak, he just smiled and brought the end of the pen to Nan Zhou's lips, and there was a hint of pleas in his eyes.
Nan Zhou had no choice but to bite the pen obediently.
With the separation of the teeth, the tip of his tongue naturally revealed a little clue, it was pale pink, and the shape was a little pointed.
Jiang Fang grabbed his hand, curled up his knuckles, and rubbed the butterfly tattoo on his wrist up and down. device.
In a shudder, he embraced Nan Zhou from behind, and kissed the area behind his neck very lightly, just like a dragonfly on water.
Nan Zhou closed his eyes and tolerated it as usual.
But when the pen that was bitten horizontally forcibly pried open a gap in his lips, he couldn't block any sound at all.
Nan Zhou heard the low voice from his throat: "Uh..."
... This voice was too unfamiliar, and Nan Zhou was stunned for a long time, until he made another unbearable voice before he was sure that it was indeed his own voice.
The more he tried to forbear, the more out of tune he became.
The night was already dark, and the slightly blue moon quietly retreated behind the clouds, dyeing the entire cloud like a gleaming white flame.
Jiang Fang was lying on Nan Zhou, whose eyes were already misty, and said softly, "I'm so tired."
Nan Zhou, who bit his pen and obediently didn't spit it out, looked in a trance.
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing.
Just in the thoughts piled up in garbled code, he bit the pen in a daze, and shuffled into the bathroom again.
And the "very tired" Jiang Fang, when Nan Zhou cleaned up for him and went to wash himself dizzy, had endless energy to bring it for him.
I ordered four egg tarts with different flavors and a large glass of milk as a late-night snack to supplement the lost energy.
When Nan Zhou ate apple pie for the first time, he was secretly surprised by the taste.
But when he took the first bite of the crispy egg tart crust and the tender cheesy heart flowed into his mouth, the status of apple pie in his heart was completely shaken.
Nan Zhou eats in an orderly manner and at a constant speed. Obviously, he doesn't have a particularly enjoyable expression, but he has an inexplicable feeling that makes people appetite.
Jiang Fang held his cheeks and watched Nan Zhou eat, and told him his story leisurely.
Jiang Fang was born with the ability to tell simple stories brilliantly.
Others were indifferent before, and rarely had the opportunity to show this ability.
They spoke from the table to the bed, the two pillows drawn close together.
They "talked" head to head until dawn.
In the meantime, most of them were Jiang Fang talking and Nan Zhou listening.
Nan Zhou made an "um" from time to time, indicating that he was still listening.
At the end, Jiang Fang also fell asleep unconsciously, while Nan Zhou kept his eyes open and looked at Jiang Fang's thin and rosy lips.
The insects outside the house gradually died down, and they were probably asleep.
Nan Zhou reached out his hand and used his fingertips to hold Jiang Fang's strand of silver hair hanging down his temples, wrapping it twice between his fingers, and then moving his fingers, letting the soft strand of hair slowly pull away.
After doing such an ambiguous and cute little gesture, he retracted his fingers, and slowly closed his eyes in the green tea fragrance that belonged to Jiang Fang, which was full of all around.
…
Yuan Mingqing and others responded anxiously, but their faces were watertight.
He worked and rested amidst the chaos, worked in the noise as usual, and only when the snoring sounded all around at night could he be able to rest assured and boldly insomnia.
The reason why Tang Song is so eager to act is that his leg injury is getting worse and worse, and if he drags it on, he will lose consciousness alive due to various complications and rot to death on the bed.
The second is that they must seize the weakness of Nanzhou's fear of the full moon, and do it in the middle of the moon.
If you want to win pvp, you have to take the opponent's life. There is no second way to solve it.
Even if the "God" is informed, the "Li Fang Ark" is also an intruder. With Nan Zhou's ability, if he can't kill him with a single blow, let him run away, and only kill Jiang
Fang and Li Yinhang were not considered the final victory.
If it took ten days and a half for "God" to see him, then it would be too difficult for him to find a reason to convince "God" to go to "The Ark" when the next full moon is full.
But Yuan, Ming and Qing could only worry silently like this.
In this weird, hierarchical town, the initiative was never in his hands.
I don't know if "God" really heard his prayers day and night. When Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties watched a full moon rise to the sky full of melancholy, the priest came.
He brought a short piece of good news: "'God' wants to see you."
Yuan Mingqing was stunned for a while, ahh.
This was obviously the good news he had been looking forward to day and night.
But he didn't show any emotion.
His heart was filled with Tang Song's death and the burning heat that splashed into the back of his neck.
He grunted secretly.
In this round, since he took the lead, he must persuade "God" to attack Nan Zhou tonight.
If "God" refuses, then he will try to kill "God" and take his place.
With a quiet killing intent, he got on the sightseeing bus heading for the center of the town.
Such a slow-moving vehicle, it is rather comical to say that it is going to see "God".
Yuan Mingqing sat alone in the last row, accurately cutting a heart into two halves, half calculating and pondering all kinds of euphemistic and pleasant rhetoric, and half brewing a lot of killing intent.
The sightseeing car slowly stepped on the brakes in front of a gorgeous hotel.
After the young man led Yuan Mingqing out of the car and took him into the hall, he bowed to him gently and politely, turned around and left the hotel without saying a word.
Yuan Mingqing guessed that this meant that he should wait in place, so he waited for someone to come.
The hotel was brightly lit, as bright as a sanctuary.
He was standing in the center of the bright and shining hall. The light of the broken diamond-like chandelier was too dazzling, rubbing into his eyes like glass ballast, forcing Yuan Mingqing to lower his head and look at his three marble tiles on the floor. Ruler reflection.
His body and spirit are fully prepared for battle.
In his pocket, there is a secretly disassembled, every sleepless night, into the
Sharp spindle with emergency modification.
He was thinking, why no one came to search him
Could it be that this "God" is really powerful
Or does he believe that he has the ability to control this strange mental virus, thinking that it is impossible for anyone to hurt him
That's why he rejects "normal people" who cannot be controlled by him
While combing through various possibilities, suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a slender figure with a plate on the side of the hall.
His nerves suddenly tense.
The figure didn't hide either, but after a stunned moment, he tried to walk towards him tentatively.
"Mr. Yuan, hello." Li Yinhang, who was holding a large basket of dinner ingredients, greeted, "Why did you come here?"
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties: "..."
After a moment of daze, all the thoughts in Yuan, Ming and Qing's minds vanished and turned into thousands of invisible silver needles, which rose from the inside, causing his scalp to tingle and his hair to stand on end.
After sending out the greeting purely out of etiquette, Li Yinhang also stopped a dozen steps away from Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
…Yeah, why is he here
The two looked at each other, neither moving first.
One is in cold sweat, and the other is vigilant.
What broke the suffocating silence was Jiang Fang wearing an apron and walking out of the kitchen.
He wiped his hands casually on the collar, and nodded to Yuan Mingqing like an old friend: "Come here?"
With that said, Jiang Fang pointed out another location for Yuan Mingqing: "Come and sit at the restaurant. The meal is almost ready."
Under the shock, Yuan Mingqing's blood flowed back to the top, and the whole body suddenly became cold.
But in the agitated mind, he still retained a shred of sanity.
He nodded politely: "Okay."
He walked to the dining room with as little rigidity as possible. He stood still at the long table, refusing to sit.
Jiang Fang didn't seem to see his alertness at all, and said with a smile, "Just find a place to sit."
Yuan Mingqing stretched out his hand and put his cold palm on the back of the chair, judging the current situation.
Jiang Fang's smile did not change, but the content was emphasized over and over again: "...Please take a seat."
No, Yuan, Ming and Qing had to sit down at the end.
His mind was racing like electricity.
At present, it seems that Jiang Fang and the others have taken refuge in "God".
He goes one step ahead, here
Got a job as a cook to serve "God"
Then, since they have won the trust of "God", what can they say to shake their position in the heart of "God" as quickly as possible
as well as…
Is it necessary for him to borrow the hand of "God" now
Today is the night of the full moon, and Nanzhou's combat power is basically negative.
The proof is that he didn't even show up here.
If you completely give up disguise here and kill two...
Yuan Mingqing glanced to one side, and found that Li Yinhang, who had just finished delivering the dishes, was lying at the door carefully spying on him.
Noticing that he saw her, she looked like a frightened little animal, shrank back and disappeared by the door.
… run too fast.
The sound of frying, frying and frying came from the kitchen uninterruptedly, and every movement made Yuan, Ming and Qing's killing intent skyrocket.
When he was about to get up, Jiang Fang took a plate and turned out of the kitchen.
Knowing that this was not the best time, Yuan Mingqing forcibly turned his standing up into a cross-legged gesture, and showed his kindness in a gentle manner: "I didn't expect to see you again."
Jiang Fang put down the porcelain plate containing the hot dishes.
The sound is not heavy.
"Didn't think so?" Jiang Fang wiped his fingers, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Yuan Mingqing with a bit of dignified playfulness, "Don't you want to see me?"
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