Nanji Xing was suddenly startled in the chaotic dream, turned over and sat up.
Because his whole mouse was holding Li Yinhang's fingers, and he was thin-skinned, he was too embarrassed to be too close, so he almost slept sideways, with his hind paws on the edge of the bed.
He sat here and threw himself directly under the bed.
When he got up in a daze, his bare arms rested on the edge of the bed and the other hand on his forehead.
When he saw his human fingers clearly, the golden lines on his face lit up.
… Oops.
He has long been accustomed to the human simulation body, and when he fell, he unconsciously turned himself into a human form.
He hurriedly looked at Li Yinhang, hoping that his embarrassment would not be seen by her.
As a result, he raised his face and collided with Li Yinhang, who had been unable to fall asleep.
The South Pole star was stunned for a long time, and the golden pattern - instantly lit up like a small night light.
He clearly promised her that she would not become human...
He suddenly changed into a human, and he was speechless for a while, and he simply - short, slender - crawled down to the bottom of the bed, put his head on the clasped arms, and put on a posture of beating to death and refusing to come out again.
Li Yinhang just closed his eyes and dozed off. After being woken up by the movement he made, he only saw him sitting on the ground staring blankly at her, half naked.
Before she could react, the person voluntarily disappeared.
Li Yinhang was stunned for a while, not angry, but amused by his reaction.
Nanji Xing was blushing from her smile, and her messy blond hair was highlighted - horns.
Across the layer of soft mattress, he could feel Li Yinhang on the bed, as if he had moved to the side of the bed.
She called him softly: "Hello."
Nanji Star's eyes - closed, - heart pretending to be dead.
Li Yinhang knocked on the bedside table: "Come out."
Nanji Xing was so embarrassed that he even forgot how to code, buried his steaming face in his arms, and said in a loud voice, "Wait for me, change back."
Li Yinhang bowed, handed a square towel and was brought in.
Li Yinhang: "No. You're comfortable—just relax."
three minutes later.
Using the quilt to wrap himself in the middle from the beginning to the end, only revealing - Nanji Xing with a cold and handsome face, and Li Yinhang, who was leaning on the head of the bed, facing each other.
See.
In order to show his calm, he stared at her, resolutely unwilling to take the initiative to look away.
Looking at his golden cheeks, Li Yinhang couldn't bear it anymore.
"I can't sleep, let's talk," she said.
- When it comes to "speaking", Nanji Xing becomes unhappy.
He said depressedly, "I won't speak."
"Speak slowly." Li Yinhang looked at the depressed young man's blond ears and comforted him, "It's alright, you—talk, I—listen."
"… the night was long."
Nanji Xing hugged his knees and buried the lower half of his face in the soft quilt: "What do I say?"
It was only after getting so close that Li Yinhang realized that even his eyelashes were golden.
She encouraged softly: "It's okay. I'll listen to whatever you want to say."
The South Pole Star was silent for a long time this time.
After being silent until Li Yinhang thought that this conversation was going to end in a stalemate with one of them sleeping first, he said, "Let me tell you about them."
…
Antarctica cannot use complex vocabulary.
His thoughts were always simple, and occasionally he would get angry because he couldn't pounce on Nan Zhou's hand accurately, or because the apple was not sweet enough, he was very depressed when he hugged the apple.
Even when he was the saddest, as long as Nan Zhou was willing to come over and touch his head with his fingertips, everything would be fine.
It was a matter of course that he followed Nan Zhou away from Nongwu Town.
The world is prosperous, although it is good, but he just wants to stay in Nanzhou Huai, and share his apples.
He ignorantly watched Jiang Fang reject Nan Zhou's offer, watched Jiang Fang try to push him out to make friends, watched him push Nan Zhou away again and again, but would take advantage of Nan Zhou's sleep in the middle of the night. , looked at his face for a long time and tenderly, until after he realized it, he pretended to be tough and turned his back, as if he could draw a line between the two of them—the insurmountable Chuhe Han boundary.
With his small head, Nanji Xing couldn't analyze Jiang Fang's behavior anyway.
He only felt that Jiang Fang did not like Nan Zhou as much as Nan Zhou did.
After coming to this conclusion, Nanji Xing was very angry and felt that Jiang Fang was blind.
After "." raising the team to enter the copy full of Western fantasy, Nan Zhou went to meet once
Jiang Fang, and he rewarded the moon once.
Before this, they also often did this kind of thing.
Nanji Xing didn't feel anything, and happily ran to the nearby jungle to pick fruit.
When leaving, - as usual.
When Nanji Xing came back, the atmosphere between the two changed.
Jiang Fang went to wash in silence, while Nan Zhou sat by the window, quietly looking at the direction of the suspension bridge.
Nanji Xing came back with two small red fruits, - only in his mouth, - only in his arms. Originally, he was diligently wanting to take credit with Nanzhou, but when he noticed that the atmosphere was different, he hid there. On the treetops outside, the tip of the tree was pressed—swaying—swaying, swinging.
Nan Zhou quickly looked at him.
He leaned out of the window, stretched out his arms, and built a bridge.
Nanji Xing obediently climbed onto his tiger's mouth and squatted down.
Because he found that his mood is not high.
Even if Nan Zhou doesn't have any mood swings at ordinary times, the South Pole Star can find it.
Nan Zhou asked him: "Nanjing Xing, brother Fang and I are separated, will you follow me or follow him?"
Nanji Xing didn't say anything, first hugged Nan Zhou's wrist, took the initiative to express his position, and then asked him with his eyes:
… Why
At that time, Nan Zhou only knew that he knew human nature, but he didn't know that he would become a humanoid in the future - Tian.
But he will still explain the reason to him well: "I want to find a way to get close to the power behind the game. I want to become human."
Antarctica expressed doubts.
He felt that Nan Zhou was already very human.
And he was gentler, better, and better-looking than the humanoid creatures they encountered along the way.
Nanji Xing rubbed his wrist and let out two vague calls.
What's so good about being a human being.
"Is it good to maintain the status quo?"
Nan Zhou looked at his hands and feet: "Look. I used to be a child. I will be old in the future."
"I may die on the road of wandering, at the hands of some monster, rather than like that, it is better to die on the road of pursuing the free world."
Nanji Xing held his hand and stared at him.
Nan Zhou looked at him for a moment, and tapped his index finger on the top of his forehead: "Okay, I won't say death."
Antarctica is still bulging.
Nan Zhou: "Okay, I'll take you with me. I'll take you wherever I go.
. "
Only then did Nanji Xing feel happy, and happily handed the red fruit forward, intending to share it with him.
Then, both the human and the mouse were numb half of their cheeks by the fruit that made people cry, and Jiang Fang, who could not laugh or cry, was dragged to the bathroom to rinse his mouth obediently.
After the two people talked at night, it seemed that nothing had changed.
They still live together, eat together, and discuss dungeon tasks together.
No one talks about what happened after they left.
It's just that Jiang Fang stared at the sleeping Nanzhou for a longer time.
Nanji Star couldn't parse that kind of complicated gaze, and couldn't judge whether Jiang Fang wanted to engrave Nanzhou's image more clearly in his mind, or was using his sight to practice the whole process of tying and binding Nanzhou.
Nanji Xing even found a pair of silver handcuffs in Jiang Fang's pocket.
He couldn't figure out what Jiang Fang wanted to do, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
Even the handcuffs, for Nan Zhou, can be easily broken by twisting.
No one can lock his heart unless he is willing to lock his heart.
Antarctica is rarely involved in their quest process.
It only sleeps with its feet on the ground, and when it's time to eat, it comes out to forage, and when its stomach is rounded, it continues - the pillow is sweet.
In an emergency, Nan Zhou would release him.
He was responsible for gnawing off the other's head, and then being pressed by Nan Zhou to wipe his mouth, he could go back to sleep.
What's more, the plot of this dungeon is really peaceful.
A duke and a priest lived across the bridge without disturbing each other.
Both sides are at peace.
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang, as clergymen on the side of the church, just need to do a few things, and go to the suspension bridge every day to pass the daily token to the two of them.
Nanji Xing felt bored even staying by Nanzhou's side, so he simply stayed in his room, covered with a big quilt, went to the restaurant to find and ordered the sacrament when he woke up, and then went out to play by himself, grabbing the thin vines and swinging for a long time. .
He didn't think Nan Zhou would have anyone he couldn't deal with, so he slept peacefully.
Because of this, when the glass of the church was suddenly smashed one day, the South Pole was quite calm.
He Gulu got up, his mind slowly turned to the thought of "finally fighting", and his front paws lay on the comfortable and soft quilt.
, stretched his waist fully, stretched out every inch of his data knuckles comfortably, then walked out of the room with small steps, jumped on the handrail of the spiral staircase with a faint woody fragrance, and leisurely wandered. Looking at the church, the broken statue of the Virgin.
He saw that Nan Zhou's head was resting on the fragment of the head of the Virgin Mary, and the blood was scattered on the ground, making his skin that had been transformed from light even more pale.
Antarctica was stunned.
His paws stomped uneasily on the stair railing twice, as if trying to speed away from this ridiculous nightmare.
Is this a dream
Apart from dreaming, is there any reason for this scene to exist at all
When he looked at Nan Zhou, Nan Zhou also looked at him.
He made a gesture for him to run.
The movements of the South Pole star froze.
Because Nan Zhou also got up quickly, fit in and rushed out.
Nanji Xing took two deep breaths, no longer hesitated, turned around and rushed back to the bedroom, jumped down from the wide open window, spread out the small and thin glider, overlooking him - woke up and suddenly fell into the world of purgatory.
He has always been obedient.
Nan Zhou asked him to run, but did not ask him to help, that is, he could handle it.
He went, only to be restrained.
Those who stayed with them on the side of the church were all dead.
The young man who once dared to touch Nan Zhou's long legs while facing Jiang Fang's desire to kill someone fell on the lawn.
The man with earrings, who was stubborn and stubborn, but always stayed by Jiang Fang's side, fell down in front of the steps.
Song Haining, who was sincere and gentle, treated others gently, and often brought desserts to him, fell down under a tree.
They were lying quietly on the ground, either on their backs or on their backs, their faces were not too hideous, but their necks were twisted sideways at an impossible angle.
Nanji Xing staggered and stopped the car on a branch of a tree, and almost fell off the tree because of his quick action.
Until now, he still thinks this is a dream.
Who can hurt Nanzhou
Who can kill so many people
What exactly happened
What interrupted Nanyang Xing's thoughts was the raging black smoke that could not be ignored even if there were layers of trees blocking it.
Nanjixing said—with a breath, the small cannonballs shuttled through the trees with force, and soon reached the place where the suspension bridge could be seen.
connect
A huge fire broke out on the suspension bridges on both sides of the strait.
Iron chains, hemp ropes, steel, and wooden boards were all burned to a screeching sound.
squeak-
squeak-
The black heat kept rising.
Under the bridge, is the abyss, is the rock, is the rushing river.
If any-person falls from such a height, there is no other way but to shatter one's bones.
To the east of the bridge is the church, to the west of the bridge is the Duke's Castle.
Jiang Fang, who was supposed to be serving in the church, was standing on the side of the duke's castle, dressed in clergy's clothes. The long hair of the bridge, which could collapse at any time, was lifted by the hot wind and was in danger of being swallowed up at any time.
There was blood on his cheeks, and his eyes were looking in the direction of the church. His eyes were complex, decisive, and cruel.
The silvery tip of the axe-drip-drip, dripping with blood.
It looked hideous, but the blood seemed to fall from his arm.
The South Pole Star was confused and difficult to understand, and no matter how much he calculated in his mind, he could not come to the current result.
… why did it become like this