Nan Zhou did not listen to Yuan Mingqing's words.
He looked back at Jiang Fang and waited for an answer.
Jiang Fang showed him the wound and explained, "I hurt my hand while cutting vegetables."
Li Yinhang: "..." Coaxing ghosts.
How do you cut vegetables so that you can stick your hands like this
Who would have thought, Nan Zhou just made a "hmm" and looked at Yuan Mingqing again: "The box."
Seeing that Nan Zhou had no intention of questioning, Li Yinhang, who was full of doubts, simply shrank back and continued to hold on without making a sound.
Yuan Mingqing put the medicine box on the table nearby, pushed it in the direction of Nanzhou, immediately raised his hands, and stepped back a little, showing 100% sincerity and friendliness.
Nan Zhou grabbed Jiang Fang's waist with one hand and opened the lid with the other.
After facing the dazzling array of medicines, Nan Zhou became more and more silent.
… There is a hospital in the town, and he has also been vaccinated at the hospital. He knows that the "Red Cross" represents medical assistance, but he does not have the habit of giving himself medicine.
In the past, he was injured in a fight with Guangmei, and he always retreated into the room, waiting for it to heal on its own like a licked little beast.
To put it bluntly, he will not use the drugs in reality.
He helped Jiang Fang to sit down and said to him, "This, teach me."
Jiang Fang understood, pointed out a few medicines and bandages, and motioned him to disinfect himself with alcohol first.
Nan Zhou dipped a cotton swab in a little alcohol, wiped off the bloodstains around the wound, and then replaced it with a new one, pressing it against Jiang Fang's wound with a little force.
He raised his eyelashes and used his eyes to judge and test whether Jiang Fang could accept such a force.
After catching the subtle sip of the corner of his mouth, Nan Zhou softened his movements by one degree.
"It's okay, it's just the left hand."
When applying the medicine, Jiang Fang's voice trembled because of the pain was pleasant and endearing: "I can still cook for you. ... But the desserts may be a little more troublesome."
Hearing this, the muscles on Yuan Mingqing's face throbbed uncontrollably for a while, and he hurriedly turned his face away, resisting the urge to punch his pretty face.
He used his left hand to forcefully pick up his own knife, so he still had to keep his right hand for Nan Zhou to shake the spoon
Nanzhou has always been fast and good at learning things.
In less than three minutes, Jiang Fang's wound was covered with medicine, and the bandage was wrapped all the way to his fingertips.
Nan Zhou held his hand in his palm
, took a closer look.
Outlined by snow-white bandages, he found that Jiang Fang's fingers were incredibly slender and beautiful.
After taking care of Jiang Fang wholeheartedly, Nan Zhou turned to look at Yuan Mingqing.
He didn't say a word, and he didn't even have an angry expression, but when Yuan Mingqing was stared at by him, he seemed to be at the bottom of the sea, and there was a steady stream of suffocating high pressure attacking from all directions.
His muscles began to subconsciously opist, secreting lactic acid, giving off a slight tingling sensation.
Li Yinhang's excessive caution, and the two questions Nan Zhou asked him, allowed Yuan Mingqing to judge that the amnesia buff of these two people was most likely still there.
- The evidence is that they showed full vigilance to their arrival.
After realizing this, Yuan Mingqing not only did not have any sense of relaxation, but was even more fearful.
Since Nan Zhou didn't remember the plan or who Yuan Mingqing was, then if he made a mistake, Nan Zhou might come up and twist his neck directly, and Jiang Fang might not be able to stop him.
Anyway, Nan Zhou didn't know the value of his existence, so he killed him if he killed him.
When Yuan Mingqing was thinking about it, Jiang Fang reached out where Nanzhou couldn't see it, and used his mouth shape to compare his "self-made blessings", and stuck out a bit of the tip of his tongue at him with a smile.
Seeing this scene, Yuan, Ming and Qing's fists were hard and itchy.
But he quickly calmed down, and according to the logic of the world, carefully gave a relatively reasonable explanation for his sudden appearance: "Before... I was afraid of the two of you, and I didn't want to go to the gathering area of critically ill patients, so I was assigned to the periphery. The mildly ill patient area... But someone wanted to attack me, and I killed someone. I wasn't there, so I was assigned here."
Having said this, he bowed his head deeply.
How similar is this episode to his current situation
He killed his teammates, ruined the plan, and there is no turning back.
Even if he pretended to be false, sneaked into the "Cube Ark" and gained trust, and then killed them all smoothly, with half of his points cut off by his life, he would never be able to return to the top of the list in a short period of time.
The fishermen will benefit from the human players who are ranked behind them.
Besides, there is Jiang Fang in the "building the ark", who wants to "win the trust"? Do not make jokes.
Therefore, for Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, they wanted to
In a dead end, he can only take the victory of the "Little Ark" as his own victory.
Or... This kind of thing is actually in Jiang Fang's plan
Seeing that the sadness in his eyes did not seem to be fake, Nan Zhou made a short syllable: "Hmm."
... This "u" character will not be able to fix Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang, the smiling tiger, have very different personalities.
He is curious about many things, but has his own set of propositions and logic in his heart.
When he kept silent, no one knew what he was thinking.
But as long as he made up his mind, he would do anything decisively.
Nan Zhou did not ask any further details.
He said to Li Yinhang, who was poking his head at the door, "Let's have dinner."
Seeing his reaction, a trace of surprise appeared on Jiang Fang's face.
… that's all
Stop asking
But he still naturally took the call: "There are chicken wings in the air fryer, and the rice is in the high-pressure rice cooker. The stew should be just right now. Yinhang, go and serve it."
Li Yinhang sighed, holding the mop swiftly with his hands and feet, first mopping the blood-stained ground, and then jogging into the kitchen.
This meal was quite boring.
Everyone has their own thoughts, and it seems that they are devoted to the food, but in fact, I am afraid they don't even know what they have eaten.
After the meal, Li Yinhang, who had washed the dishes, rushed back to his room like a rabbit.
She didn't know that Yuan Mingqing would not be stupid enough to hurt them even for herself.
She only felt that this person was not a good person, and she had to take precautions.
After finishing the external protection, Li Yinhang was still not at ease, and put the fork that he had secretly hidden in his trouser pocket just now by the pillow while washing dishes.
She took out another small packet of pepper noodles wrapped in toilet paper from her jacket pocket.
She laboriously took out a kitchen knife from the back of her pants and hid it under the pillow.
After finishing all the preparations, Li Yinhang wrapped the quilt and went to bed, planning to go to bed early.
Before going to bed, she whispered hello to the air: "... good night."
She has been having fun these days, and has learned to talk to the rat who doesn't know where she is, to relieve depression and anxiety.
Hearing her voice, the little mouse scratched his paws twice, which counted as a response.
, weak.
Li Yinhang actually heard a trace of grievance from this claw sound.
She felt that she was 80% nervous, she rolled over and closed her eyes.
…
Nan Zhou helped Jiang Fang back to the room.
On the soft bed, the two sat side by side and said nothing.
The atmosphere could not be described as depressing, but there was an air of wind and rain coming.
It was clear that the night sky outside was clear and cloudless.
Jiang Fang broke the silence: "Watch a movie?"
There is a complete home theater in the room, but Nanzhou used it as a decoration before, and Jiang Fang didn't want anything else to grab Nanzhou's attention, so he didn't say it.
Nan Zhou nodded: "Okay."
Those films are all from Jiang Fang's memory, which shows that he has read a lot of films.
There are also many original films in Russian and English.
…and the little adrenaline-fueled movies that play in certain rooms of underground casinos.
Jiang Fang clicked the remote control with his right hand, and let the cursor move freely among the movie areas without names and garbled characters.
This movie with no name and just a bunch of garbled characters really aroused Nan Zhou's curiosity.
He took a fancy to one of them.
When Jiang Fang switched to the thumbnail icon of that movie, Nan Zhou raised his hand and held his wrist.
Jiang Fang: "Want to see this?"
Nan Zhou nodded again: "Yes."
Jiang Fang smiled slightly: "Alright then."
Jiang Fang put down the play button, peeled a fruit candy from the candy tray by the bed with one hand, and sent it to Nanzhoukou.
Nan Zhou opened his mouth to hold it.
That candy tasted good, but unfortunately, as a red ball, it was not small and filled his mouth.
Nan Zhou used the tip of his tongue to roll the ball around.
The candy expands his warm mouth and hits his teeth with a tinny rattle and sucking sound.
Seeing his cheeks bulging slightly, Jiang Fang lowered his head and exhaled with a smile.
Nan Zhou stared intently at the huge screen.
He doesn't understand the language, but the storyline is very simple.
There seems to be a big festival going on here.
On the first floor is a crowd of devout worshippers, which filled the entire square.
Everyone was dressed in white robes, facing a holy and noble building with a large white
A religious building where feathered pigeons perch, knelt down and sings a melodious chant.
The pure saint child, dressed in snow, stood in front of the one-way glass on the second floor of the building. His long hair was also silver, and fell softly over his shoulders.
The people outside could not see the Holy Son, but could only see his shadowy figure and the slightly fluttering wings behind him.
They sang with all their hearts the purity and holiness of the Son.
But where no one could see, the Son actually turned his back to them.
A demon, with huge black bat wings, is embracing the Holy Son.
After being baptized by the divine light, he showed obvious exhaustion, but he still put all his strength around the Son's neck and kissed him.
The postures of the two of them intertwined and folded together to form an unknown, secret and holy posture.
They start a conversation.
Nan Zhou asked Jiang Fang: "What are they talking about?"
Simultaneous translation by Jiang Fang.
"Saint Son asked, why are you here?"
"The devil said because you were there."
Their words are so few that they don't need to be translated all the time.
Nan Zhou watched the Holy Son's robe lifted up.
Then the demon stood on tiptoe and was pressed by the Son to the oak table on which the sacred scriptures were placed.
His toes curled up, and two slender traces appeared on the back of his tiptoe feet, one on tiptoe and the other on tiptoe.
When Nan Zhou was fascinated, he suddenly felt his cheeks warm.
Jiang Fang lightly pecked his face.
In the next scene, in the movie, the Son also kisses the devil like this, and whispers, love/you.
After the kiss was over, Jiang Fang sat back to his original position with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.
He waited for Nan Zhou's response.
He might ask what he meant by that.
At that time, he would say something to make Nan Zhou happy, but he had never had the courage to say it before.
This world made of Gu should soon come to an end.
When they return to the safe point, they don't know if they can still enjoy such a beautiful opportunity.
But Nan Zhou stared straight at the screen, as if he didn't feel it.
Jiang Fang pursed his lips, leaned in again, and gave a clear kiss.
Nan Zhou remained unresponsive.
Jiang Fang was thinking about it, Nan Zhou suddenly
Then he turned his head, cupped his cheeks with both hands, and brought his face straight.
Two pairs of soft lips kissed together without warning.
After the kiss was over, Nan Zhou also followed Jiang Fang's way and turned around without saying anything.
Jiang Fang, who was originally planning to be provocative, felt like he had overturned the car.
…otherwise what explains his out-of-order heartbeat
He said with a smile: "You..."
But he couldn't finish his sentence.
Jiang Fang suddenly felt his throat tighten.
The next second, with the sound of the shackles loosening, the brief suffocation left him.
And his intact hand was also snatched by Nan Zhou.
... In the lingering scent of sugar, Jiang Fang's wrist was locked by his choker at the head of the bed.
Nan Zhou knelt between his legs.
The shimmering light from the home theater screen was inlaid with a fuzzy outline of light around his body.
Jiang Fang leaned against the head of the bed in a relaxed posture, with the "kz" tattoo on his neck, looking up at Nan Zhou with a smile.
He knew that today, whether it was the arrival of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, or his own injury, it was too suspicious.
However, he thought that Nan Zhou would keep today's matter in his heart, or bring it up on another occasion.
Unexpectedly, because of a kiss as a plot trigger, he was imprisoned by Nan Zhou on the spot.
Nan Zhou lowered his head and responded to his gaze: "... Who are you?"
Jiang Fang shrugged: "Oh?"
"Moon." Nan Zhou said, "You said that I am the person in the story. You are also the only one who knows my past and my weaknesses."
"I'm sensitive to full moons and I thought today, I would be miserable, but..."
He pointed out: "The moon has become so strange. You say, why?"
Jiang Fang: "Ask me?"
Nan Zhou: "Yes."
Jiang Fang tilted his head: "Don't you already have the answer?"
Nan Zhou was silent for a moment, and then gave the answer in his heart:
"You are the 'god' of this town?"
Jiang Fang laughed softly, which was a kind of acquiescence.
When the holy son and the demon began to live together, Nan Zhou's tone was indifferent: "...You, lied to me?"