Nanji Xing knew that he was waiting for someone.
He shouldn't have set the fire because he has an axe in his hand.
If you want to break the wooden stakes that hold the bridge cables in place, there is no easier and more convenient tool.
The axe can control the timing of severing the bridge more precisely, while the fire cannot.
He didn't need to set fire to superfluous.
Well, he's securing access, waiting for someone to come.
However, what about people
What about the people who were supposed to come back here with me
Nanji Star was in a state of impatience and looked back frequently.
Didn't Nan Zhou run out
After pacing back and forth on the branch of the tree restlessly, he almost slashed the branch with his claws unconsciously, then he simply slipped down the trunk and squatted under the tree.
Believe in Nan Zhou's ability, and wait here, so as not to pass him by and be separated
Or do you want to go back and save him
Nanzhou Star's eyes are full of the blood of Nanzhou stained on the white statue of the Virgin Mary.
He shook his head violently, suppressed the panic in his heart, and started to think.
Back, he wasn't sure if he could help.
As for what happened in this dungeon, he only knew a little bit, and if he went, it might be a disservice.
Especially after seeing the deadly wounds on the corpse that clearly came from Nanzhou's hand, Nanji Xing felt that if he acted rashly, it would most likely be counterproductive.
Going back to find Nanzhou, there will be countless possibilities, each of which leads to the unpredictable unknown realm of Nanyang Star.
Jiang Fang on the other side of the bridge is the only accurate coordinate system for Nanzhou.
As long as Nan Zhou is alive, he will definitely come here.
… but the bridge is about to break.
The tongues of fire like red snakes greedily licked the bridge body, the water in the wood was quickly drained, and a few wooden boards that were baked to shrink and loose fell from the iron cables that were shivering and burning.
The sound of the boards falling was deafening.
The sound of the boards falling into the water and the rocky beach was barely audible.
The rickety bridge, which was burned to the ground, added a bit of shattering.
The dark gray smoke blurred Jiang Fang's figure.
A gust of mountain wind blew past, the smoke exited, and the flames raged.
Although the South Pole Star is a data creature, it is still a creature,
The data is implanted with instinctive fears that belong to living things.
He is afraid of fire.
He couldn't take Jiang Fang's point of view, but when he thought of being in that small sea of fire with him, even though it was a hundred meters away, Nanji Star was still roasted tightly by a false heat, as if all the hairs on his body were covered Like to curl up.
Jiang Fang didn't notice the existence of the South Pole Star.
He just stood there quietly, as if he regarded himself as a piece of porcelain in the kiln and tortured by fire.
The South Pole Star is still in the middle of advancing and retreating, and it is difficult to choose.
The amount of information flow in a short period of time completely exceeds the load of a honey glider's brain capacity.
For a while, he had a splitting headache and stomped his front paws in anger.
Privately, his plan to become a human has been brewing for a long time.
The human brain is always better than the mouse brain.
Nanzhou Xing planned to turn into a human one day and startle Nan Zhou, but he couldn't do it today.
Now, on the contrary, this small body, which is less than half the size of a palm, is more convenient to move.
Nanji Xing raised his claws and hesitated for a long time, then he simply ran up the tree and chose to go in the direction of Jiang Fang.
His brain was unreliable, so he went to borrow Jiang Fang's.
Maybe he can point himself in a direction.
Whether to go or stay, it is better than being indifferent and powerless here!
However, when he reached the tree closest to the suspension bridge and was about to jump off the canopy, behind Jiang Fang, a team member ran away.
Nanji Xing, who was full of hesitation, was suddenly overjoyed.
There are still people alive!
However, the team member looked panicked: "Brother Jiang, did Brother Nan come—"
Jiang Fang turned his back to him and replied, "No."
His voice was mixed with the scorching sound of the flames, and it seemed particularly deserted.
"That… "
The team members didn't catch their breath, but they stopped talking, and turned their attention to the suspension bridge that had been completely engulfed by the fire dragon.
"—When are you going to wait?"
Jiang Fang replied smoothly: "Wait until he returns."
The team member's face was ashen: "Brother Jiang, who is back, do you know?!"
Jiang Fang turned his back to him: "I can see it."
The team member choked, and then glanced at the other side from afar: "Brother Jiang, it's not that I don't believe you, can you really recognize it?"
Jiang Fang did not speak.
This seems to have fueled the hearts of the players even more.
.
He raised his voice, and his face was a little savagely distorted: "Didn't you say you were going to take us home? Didn't you say you would let us survive? You—"
Jiang Fang glanced at him.
A very quick and very light glance, and there is no superfluous emotion.
Immediately, he lifted the handle of the axe in his palm and adjusted it to a position that was most convenient for applying force.
His movements were unhurried and quite gentle.
Therefore, when he picked up the axe and fell, it was extraordinarily unexpected.
A line of blood from the neck of the player splattered with the silver light.
The blood poured into the fire, making the color of the fire become weird and ferocious in an instant.
The flame was short for a moment, and then jumped into the air again.
The team member's throat was cut off by Jiang Fang's axe, and his head was about to fly out of the axe.
Jiang Fang pressed his hair with the palm of his hand extremely gently, and stabilized his head for him.
Jiang Fang held his head with one hand and pressed the back of his axe against his waist with the other, laying down the corpse with half of its throat cut off and bleeding profusely.
As he fell and knelt down in front of the corpse on one knee, Jiang Fang's eyes were illuminated by the fire.
Jiang Fang spoke softly to the corpse: "Look, I can recognize it."
When Jiang Fang got up again, half of his face was splattered with reddish-brown liquid.
He casually raised his right shoulder and wiped the blood, but when he turned his head, he noticed something.
He raised his eyes to the tree where the South Star was hiding.
Antarctica was hidden behind a huge green leaf, and the small chest swayed up and down, and the hair on the front chest and back all exploded.
He remembered a very crucial question.
Before that, he hadn't thought about it at all.
He remembered that Jiang Fang had a very serious fear of heights.
As long as he gets close to a place with a height difference of more than 20 meters, he will have chest tightness, shortness of breath, and rapid heartbeat.
Nanji Star usually comes out to play and explore this suspension bridge.
The drop between the top and bottom is a hundred meters.
Jiang Fang has always been at the church in the east of the bridge, and even every time he handed over supplies, he stood more than ten meters away from the suspension bridge and never approached.
So, how did he get over that suspension bridge
…
Antarctica is really not very good at telling stories.
He uses the most basic vocabulary
, but fortunately the scene is clear and the plot is catchy.
After hearing such a strange thing, Li Yinhang couldn't help but get goosebumps.
She scratched her itching arm: "So, how did he get there?"
…Why did he just kill his teammates like that
Nanji Star said, "I can't figure it out."
He acted coquettishly out of habit: "You also help me—"
Halfway through the words, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and he deliberately said coldly, "... think about it."
Li Yinhang touched his chin: "Tell me what kind of copy it is."
Antarctica got closer: "I only know the general situation..."
The two, who were not particularly smart, head to head to study the weird copy.
In contrast, the two people who are separated from them by a wall communicate much more smoothly.
Jiang Fang said succinctly: "When we passed the dungeon, something went wrong."
Nan Zhou lay on his arm, quietly listening to his story.
He asked, "What kind of trouble?"
"Simply put... We met two lunatics." Jiang Fang put one arm behind his head and turned to look at him with regret, "Should have killed them all at the beginning."
The author has something to say: I'm stuck, I have to sort out my brain holes again qwq
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