For the first three days, although they lived in fear, they were at peace with each other.
Not only is it safe and sound, but also leisurely enough.
There are no outsiders visiting the church at all, and there is no modern communication tool that can contact the outside world. Even the power supply at night is half by electricity and half by candlelight.
Therefore, the pastor does not have to deal with the common parish affairs of ordinary churches at all, and he does not need to worry about various daily affairs such as mass and prayer.
He wears a black robe and works full-time every day in Shenlong to be a mysterious person.
As for the clergy who were hired, their daily work was to clean up the dust, and it was not a tedious job, and it could be said that they had nothing to do.
In contrast, Zhao Lirui, who came to the suspension bridge every day for handover, complained full of complaints, saying that the duke had a lot of demands, and he couldn't live without people around him. Anyone can get them to run errands.
Even if they were dead sleepy in the middle of the night, they had to prepare refreshments for the doctors who stayed up all night.
Zhao Lirui was limited in time even when he came out to deliver letters.
There are horses in the castle manor, but since he can't ride a horse, he is afraid of accidentally falling to his death in an accident on the way, so he even has to run around on his legs, so as to save time and go back to work as soon as possible.
On the third day, Hua Xixi, who accompanied Nan Zhou to deliver the letter by the cliff, listened to Zhao Lirui's constant complaints, and across the suspension bridge, smiled and teased Zhao Lirui: "This is so romantic, how does that poem sing—' At that time, the carriages and horses were very slow, the letters were far away, and there was only enough love for one person in a lifetime'…”
Zhao Lirui rolled his eyes: "Yin you are tall."
Nan Zhou's request was simple: "If there is a chance, I want a horse."
He wanted to try to touch the taboo boundary of "don't cross the bridge".
People can't come, but horses may.
People on the east coast are naturally happy when they get the news that people on the west bank are safe and sound.
They wish they could spend the next four days like this.
Guan Junliang's big brother attribute couldn't help but want to talk to Pastor Keith, set up a branch, and develop a grass-roots organization. Maybe it can fundamentally solve the ideological problem of Keith's young comrade.
Of course, everyone just thinks about it, and doesn't hold the idea of impressing a non-human person with a red heart.
Delusions of the boss.
When they were discussing hotly which small bar to drink in a safe place after this time, Nan Zhou stood in front of the washstand and tried to talk to Jiang Fang who was washing his face: "Brother Fang?"
Jiang Fang looked at him in the mirror: "Huh?"
Nan Zhou: "I think there is something wrong with this mission."
Jiang Fang didn't speak, waiting for his next words.
But Nan Zhou didn't say where the "problem" was.
This was the first time Nan Zhou felt that he didn't know where to start.
In the previous dungeon, sneaky would create problems for them at the first time, forcing them to work hard, pushing them to danger, and making them have to make various choices.
This dungeon is too peaceful, so peaceful that people have no choice at all.
… No, they still have options.
He can choose whether to break this false peace.
…
Today, when Zhao Lirui and Hua Xi gags, Nan Zhou's eyes are always looking behind Zhao Lirui.
…trying to get to the West Bank
The rules of the game explicitly ask them not to cross the bridge.
The suspension bridge was there safely, moving with the wind, safe and sound.
Stopping in place and stagnant, of course, is a way of playing.
However, taking a step forward, no one knows whether it is a clue or death that is ushered in.
After turning back from the suspension bridge, Nan Zhou wanted to catch a living creature and put it on the west bank to try it out.
But the designer of the copy obviously took this into consideration and blocked the road in advance.
He searched all over the dense jungle, no insects, no birdsong, no beasts, it was too clean.
Standing in the forest, Nan Zhou raised his face, letting the slightly scorching sunlight filter through the leaves and fall on his cheeks like gold.
Although the surroundings were peaceful, he could not feel any breath of life.
…Peaceful, terribly peaceful.
At that time, Nanjixing woke up and was jumping and exercising in the forest. After noticing Nanzhou, he opened the gliding membranes on both sides, accurately hit Nanzhou's shoulders, and chirped softly. Voice.
Nan Zhou stroked the fine hair on the top of his forehead with his fingertips.
He took the South Pole Star, took two steps towards the suspension bridge, and stopped again.
He quickly dismissed the plan to let it go to explore the way.
…
Nan Zhou folded his arms,
Tell Jiang Fang about his thoughts: "Although Nanji Star is not one of us in theory, I'm worried that it doesn't have enough brains, and it will be dangerous to let it go."
Nanji Xing was sleeping soundly on the bed. If he heard Nan Zhou's rhetoric, he would have jumped up and scratched his face.
Listen to the sound.
Jiang Fang had already guessed what Nan Zhou wanted to do.
The content of his eyes changed faintly.
He used silence to warn Nan Zhou that he didn't want to listen to his plan.
But Nan Zhou ignored his warning.
He said softly: "After tomorrow, the church will be handed over to you, okay?"
Jiang Fang said nothing, folded the towel, and threw it on the washstand.
With a snap, neither light nor heavy, the small splashes of water landed on Nan Zhou's eyes.
There was not much anger in Jiang Fang's voice, just pure cold: "Is this what you mean by 'ready to leave'?"
Nan Zhou was raising his hand to wipe his eyes. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Jiang Fang in the mirror.
The two use the mirror as a medium, only looking at each other's reflections.
Jiang Fang sneered: "... It's earlier than I thought."
Their voices were not small.
The lively discussion outside stopped.
Ban Hang, Song Haining, Guan Junliang, and Hua Xixi stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, each sitting with their knees crossed like a cicada, with their ears pricked up.
"No." Nan Zhou tried to explain, "At least after this dungeon is over."
Jiang Fang: "Do you know what is over the suspension bridge?"
Nan Zhou: "I don't know."
Jiang Fang: "What will happen to you after you pass, do you know?"
Nan Zhou: "I don't know."
Jiang Fang: "So, are you going to die?"
Nan Zhou frowned in confusion.
He did not understand Jiang Fang's sudden aggressiveness.
He is the most powerful one among the crowd, and even if he breaks the rules of the game privately, the punishment will be attributed to him.
He thought it was reasonable.
He thought about it seriously: "This is the last thing I can do for you before I go. And... "
"... You let me join the team, isn't that what you do?"
He's tough, so he should take the risk.
This logic is very smooth, and Nan Zhou didn't think there was anything wrong.
Jiang Fang deliberately said this
A crack was suddenly struck on the maintained demeanor.
Jiang Fang laughed loudly, and there was a hint of anger in his smile.
"Do you think so? I took you out to use you?"
"Do I need to congratulate you in advance? Congrats on finally being truly free?"
Nan Zhou looked at him: "When I met you, I was already free."
Jiang Fang turned around and faced Nan Zhou.
The eyes of the two met, intertwined, and intertwined in the air.
Jiang Fang asked softly, "So, you still think I'm binding you, don't you?"
Nan Zhou was a little confused: "No. I just think it should be."
Jiang Fang's voice became more intense: "If you think this is what it should be, why did you leave?"
Nan Zhou blinked and seemed to understand the knot in his heart: "Brother Fang, if you don't want me to go, just say it."
Jiang Fang put his hand beside the washstand.
The water from the towel drenched his cuff drippingly.
He calmly suppressed his heartache and tried his best to maintain the appearance of the last gentleman: "I won't stop you. That's your choice. I respect my friend's choice."
Nan Zhou looked at his face, and after a while, he shook his head: "You can't even pretend."
Jiang Fang wanted to smile and tried several times, but it was in vain: "I'm not pretending, I really respect you—"
Nan Zhou: "No."
Nan Zhou: "I mean, you look at me like this, as if you like me."
Jiang Fang's breathing suddenly became rapid.
The four people outside didn't even dare to let out the air.
I fuck. Done.
Nanji Xing was awakened by the unusual movement, and wanted to sneak over sleepily to take a look, but Song Haining quickly grabbed him back into his arms, and quickly covered his mouth with an apple.
Nan Zhou: "I know, to you, I'm just a passerby in your life, you don't have to do that to me..."
He gestured: "Social etiquette."
Jiang Fang's face became more and more ugly.
Nan Zhou: "You can treat the matter between us as..."
He carefully considered the words that could make Jiang Fang angry, combined with his own life experience, and tried to comfort him: "...I am your student, I have learned a lot from you, and I have seen a lot of people who have not
seen scenery. I'm so thankful to you, now that the roleplay is over, we can—uh…”
However, what happened next, he couldn't say it anyway.
A warm touch blocked his lips.
The skin of the lips is the thinnest and the most sensitive.
Like the rain falling on the dry soil, the threads merged, scorching hot and eager to fill the opponent's everything.
Every inch of friction carried a tiny electric current and was extremely aggressive, burning all the way to the cranial nerves.
Soon, they both tasted a bit of blood from each other's mouths.
When Jiang Fang separated from him, he bit his lips hard.
He stepped back, gritted his teeth: "I won't kiss my students."
After saying these words, Jiang Fang strode out of the bathroom, ignoring the stunned four as nothing, and went straight to the window and sat down.
Even if he gets angry again, Jiang Fang will not choose to leave the team without authorization.
Nan Zhou stuffed himself in the bathroom and didn't come out.
No one knew that he was staring at his reddish lips in the mirror.
He didn't understand what the kiss represented.
It was as if he didn't understand the meaning of Jiang Fang leaning over in front of the candy store on the "paper gold" street, posing to touch his lips.
Nan Zhou thought vaguely and vaguely, maybe he liked it.
Jiang Fang likes him, he knows it.
It's just that I don't like it that much, otherwise I wouldn't kiss him so much that his skin would be broken and blood would come out.
After everyone was silent for a quarter of an hour, they heard Nan Zhou rustling off his clothes and turning on the hot water faucet.
… He took a shower on the spot.
The four looked at Jiang Fang one after another, suspecting that he was rejected.
But they dare not say.
Jiang Fang's face was not filled with joy or anger, but his jaw line became tighter, and the window frame he was holding made a strange noise.
… that's all.
This unprovoked quarrel started and ended inexplicably.
Under the turbulent dark tide, no one dared to ask more, and simply shut up.
Nan Zhou didn't change his plans because of this strange kiss.
He originally planned to explore the West Bank after handing over the supplies on the fourth day.
And the mutation happened on the fourth day.
— Zhao Lirui, who should have been handed over to the suspension bridge within the specified time, did not come
.
Nan Zhou thought he was delayed because of what happened in the castle, so he leaned on the bridge rail, looked down at the deep valley, and waited for him to come.
One hour.
two hours.
On the small road on the West Bank side, there is no more Zhao Lirui who is running all the way.
Nanzhou Station arrived at the time when the sun was setting.
When the shadows of the trees around him turned into cold and miserable ghosts, and the countless branches were like ghost hands, desperately grabbing Nanzhou's face from all directions, he reversed his pace and turned back to the church.
Pastor Keith was standing at the door of the church, his face gloomy in the shadow of the door, and it seemed to be almost integrated with the relief on the outer wall.
Nan Zhou slowly greeted him, sent back the East Bank West where he was going, and said in a statement: "No one came."
Pastor Keith only said lightly, "Really."
He didn't show the slightest surprise, he took back his gift normally, and said "thank you" dryly, like a lonely soul, about to sway into his office.
Nan Zhou stared at his overly thin body, which seemed to have been cut in half by a knife, thought for a moment, and quickly caught up with him: "Mr. Keith, I have something to call you."
Mr. Keith looked back at him.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Nan Zhou felt that he showed a little smile.
It was as if he had waited for a long time, and finally found a gap in the inseparable alliance of these six people.
It was just because he didn't smile for too long, that smile looked like it was stuck with glue, cramped and shriveled.
He smirked and said, "Okay, let's go to the office and talk."
…
That night, Nan Zhou woke Jiang Fang and the others.
He cut to the chase: "I tied Keith."
This speech was too explosive, and immediately woke everyone up.
But for this, they were not too surprised.
It's Brother Nan, it's not surprising that anything happens.
Earring male Ban Hang rubbed his eyes and said inarticulately, "What did he do?"
"Nothing." Nan Zhou said, "As soon as he entered the office, he was knocked unconscious by me. I moved my hand first."
Nan Zhou used to do things like swordsmanship in dungeons before. Although the team members were a little confused, they accepted it well.
Only the ear stud male Ban Hang nagging
One sentence: "Attack npc, is it okay?"
Nan Zhou didn't blink his eyes: "He wants to hire a foreigner to do things, and the foreigner is greedy. It is normal logic to see him alone and want to rob property."
Everyone looked at each other and nodded.
Ah, vile outlander.
This setting also makes sense.
The author has something to say: Brother Fang: Kiss, but it's completely useless.