Nan Zhou put on a quilt and faced the moon with him, listening to Jiang Fang slowly finish the long story.
Jiang Fang was afraid that Nan Zhou would be thirsty, so he handed a can of lukewarm orange soda, opened it with one hand, and handed it to him.
Nan Zhou took it and took a sip.
Because he was still not familiar with the structure of canned beverages, there was a little bit of fizzy liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Fang raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth for him naturally.
Immediately, his fingertips stopped.
This action awakened his long-standing memory.
He seemed to have returned to that church again. Thousands of sunlight filtered through the broken stained glass, dividing the faces of the two into clear light and shadow.
Under the knees were rough and broken pieces of porcelain, and the blood-stained head of the Virgin was leaning against his knees.
Nan Zhou's cheeks were stained with blood, and when Jiang Fang helped him up, his messy black hair fell naturally. Falling bright red blood.
Jiang Fang was still too late.
Nan Zhou's blood was almost dry, and now he looks like a real paper figurine, and even his weight is much lighter.
…
Jiang Fang's slightly rough fingers rested for a moment on Nanzhou's chin dipped in a bit of soda, and began to move up gradually, gently trying to wipe away the blood stains in his memory.
Nan Zhou: "… huh?"
He accepted Jiang Fang's sudden warmth and caress a little confusedly, unaware that he was carefully and futilely cleaning up the embarrassed self in another time and space.
…
In the church, Jiang Fang held his chin, bit the blood bottle in the props, pried open his cold teeth with the tip of his tongue, and gave him a little bit.
He also had his own blood in his mouth.
Under the gaze of the gods, the two met their lips and exchanged an unethical and bloody kiss.
Nan Zhou in the church made a vague "uh" sound, his face was pale, and he showed a rare, paper-like vulnerability.
…
In reality, Nan Zhou was confused by Jiang Fang's sudden kiss.
Nanzhou in the two time and space, invariably, put his palm to Jiang Fang's heart, and unconsciously murmured "um" and "uh" in his throat.
…
After Jiang Fang in the church ended the kiss, he calmly straightened Nan Zhou's blood-stained wet hair, put it behind his ear, and whispered to Nan Zhou, "Didn't you say you want to leave?"
"I'm not trapping you anymore, you get up and I'll take you away.... Let's go together."
He wanted to get up, but because of the serious rib injury in his chest, he knelt down in the mess with the seriously injured Nan Zhou.
Jiang Fang felt that his helplessness at this time was extremely familiar, and at the same time extremely ridiculous.
So he buried himself in Nan Zhou's bloody hair, posing like a swan with his neck crossed, and chuckled softly at the same time.
The rhythm of his speech is not tense, and even his words are soft and soft, with a vague feeling of nervousness: "Nanzhou, are you still awake? Talk to me."
The man in his arms did not answer, leaning against him, breathing lightly.
Jiang Fang moved him gently into his arms, but bit Nan Zhou's neck extremely fiercely.
He used all his strength, his teeth seemed to be connected to his heart, and his chest became hot and sore, like a beast marking his lover forever.
The smell of blood permeated.
Nan Zhou was awakened by the pain, bowed his waist, and opened his half-closed eyes:
"... Brother Fang?"
Because his forehead was bruised, a stream of fresh blood flowed through his eyes, wet his eyelashes, and slipped from the corners of his eyes, looking extremely beautiful and fragile.
At this moment, every word Nan Zhou said would involve the injured viscera.
But he spoke so slowly that he couldn't hear a painful lingering voice: "You... West Bank, how did you get here?"
Jiang Fang lightly kissed his forehead and didn't answer his question: "You will be fine. I'll feed you some more blood-boosting medicine, put you in the warehouse, and I'll take you away."
He was about to move, but Nan Zhou grabbed his sleeve.
"... The warehouse is really small." Nan Zhou's voice was very low, "Don't let me in, I'm afraid."
Jiang Fang was stunned for a while.
Nan Zhou, who is so powerful as to be omnipotent, said he was afraid.
Jiang Fang used to put him in the warehouse as a matter of course, but Nan Zhou never mentioned the pain of squatting alone in the small warehouse space, waiting like a prisoner to be pulled out to let the wind out.
Nan Zhou just wanted to give peace of mind to the team members who were still afraid of his power at that time.
Jiang Fang knew that he might be uncomfortable, but he let it go.
He's not a good... friend.
"I don't want to die there alone." Nan Zhou said.
Jiang Fang: "You won't die."
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
This is obviously a lame lie.
Nan Zhou kept holding on to his breath and refused to die. After waiting for Jiang Fang, the unwilling breath gradually dispersed from his broken heart.
But the more they get to this point, the less willing they are to use the truth to hurt each other.
Jiang Fang: "When we go out, I will plant a new apple tree for you."
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
Jiang Fang: "I'll take you to meet new friends, and I'll tell you my story."
Nan Zhou: "... um."
Jiang Fang: "I'll cook for you. What do you like to eat?"
Nan Zhou did not answer any further.
Jiang Fang gently shook his body: "Hey, Nan Zhou."
In a soothing tone, Nan Zhou leaned into his arms and said in a low voice, "Brother Fang, I don't like you anymore. Don't be sad."
He was afraid that Jiang Fang would feel guilty for not being able to return his love. Before he left, he kindly ripped off the shackles, shook it at him, and said, "I'll give it back to you, I'm leaving."
But they were all lying, Jiang Fang knew.
After saying this, Nan Zhou's palm on Jiang Fang's heart lost its strength and slowly slid down. Jiang Fang took the first step and pressed it firmly on his chest, not allowing it to fall.
He pressed Nan Zhou's icy palm with his burnt palm and kept silent for a long time, just like every silence he had faced Nan Zhou in the past.
After a long time, Jiang Fang let out a low, muffled laugh.
The laughter gradually became coherent, but it was the same heart-wrenching pain.
When he was tired of laughing enough, he hugged Nan Zhou's body in his arms and stood up shaking against the bone pain in his chest.
He didn't go into madness or break down.
He didn't even knock his knees over one of the benches while walking across the clumps.
He hugged Nanzhou horizontally and walked with him into the infinite warm summer sun.
After laying his body flat on the green lawn, Jiang Fang stroked his bloody cheeks and remembered the reason why Nan Zhou moved away:
- "I want to leave you guys and find another way to get close to 'that power'."
Thinking of this, Jiang Fang narrowed his eyes and looked at the scorching sun on the ceiling.
After staring at the sunlight for a long time, he opened his mouth.
"Hey, can you hear me?"
"Do you think this is the result?"
"Do you think I can accept it?"
Jiang Fang looked like a gentle madman, his nerves were broken, and he could only express his feelings by talking to himself.
However, his words were extremely logical.
Next, he was a blockbuster: "Mr. Duke, can you hear me?"
He didn't beg for mercy to the power behind it, but said directly: "Do you think we are strange?"
"No matter how you operate in advance, the workers recruited from both sides of the strait are always a group of us like your brain disease, which is an inevitable event."
"We are completely outside of your time management, as if we were directly airborne from another time and space... It should give you a headache."
Jiang Fang held the injured chest and coughed twice.
Having said so many words in one breath, he was also a little out of strength, and the blood came out from the depths of his chest.
He reluctantly straightened his back, in exchange for a painful panting.
"Even now... I'm not completely incapable of escaping."
"There are trees and tools on the east bank. I can always build a new bridge... Yes, I am afraid of heights, but I also came from the west bank just now."
"Anyway, there is only one Keith on the east bank. In order to deal with Nanzhou, he has overdrawn at least half of his life force. Now I'm afraid he doesn't dare to attack me rashly, right?"
"I have nothing left, so I can risk everything."
"I can try to get out of the curse, I can summon the demon upper body, and I can find Keith and kill him.—I have a way to kill him without touching him."
"Mr. Duke, I know, you can correct the timeline, you can go further in the past and tell Keith that if he wants to deal with us, he must kill a silver-haired man first, but if I die early, you face It's not a crazy me, but a crazy Nanzhou. There will be more and more variables you don't expect."
"I guess, the current situation is the best ending that you can achieve after calculating a thousand times, ten thousand times, isn't it?"
Jiang Fang took a deep breath: "As long as you don't stop me, or, if you're willing to help me, I won't bother you. You and Keith are willing to be cursed or go to hell together, it's up to you."
"I now... just want to take my friend back to the West Bank and go down the mountain."
There was no response to Jiang Fang's words, and it seemed that he just told the wind in the mountains.
However, Jiang Fang's three words actually pulled the Duke who was always and everywhere as his temporary ally.
It's true that the Duke is a lunatic, but the romance that belongs to a lunatic in his bones can be fully exploited.
Obviously, the power behind that also knew the power of Jiang Fang's words.
Once the deal is reached, Jiang Fang is very likely to get out of the copy again.
This is different from their original plan.
In an instant, things changed and stars moved.
The scenery around Jiang Fang receded one by one, as if the game had crashed, restarted, and read.
Nanzhou is gone.
The bodies of his teammates were gone.
The church is also gone.
Fish-scale garbled characters appeared all around, and a brand new temporary scene was reconstructed.
-A continuous hillside, a towering old tree, a new world full of crimson.
Other than that, nothing else.
Jiang Fang leaned against the ancient tree and sat down slowly, closing his eyes for a long time before enduring a terrifying dizziness.
He smiled and said, "I've worked for you until now, and the mission is about to end, so you're going to leave me here?"
No one responded to him.
"Unfortunately, I'm not that easy to pass up."
"Why don't we be open and honest and talk about some conditions."
"You always don't want your test server... Because there has always been a person who refuses to die honestly, there is no way to accept it successfully, right?"
In the game test in the normal world, it would be a big trouble if there was an NPC who was running around and didn't obey until the official server was launched.
Jiang Fang was not worried that his actions would lead to obliteration.
If their lives can really be deleted with one click like simple data, why don't the power behind them be wiped out directly after completing all the game experiments, and it is also time-consuming and laborious to throw them into a troublesome and unsolvable dungeon
Of course, even if he died, even if he was really abandoned in this boundless wilderness, Jiang Fang didn't care.
After all, he doesn't care anymore.
Jiang Fang licked his lips: "...If the conditions are good, I can make you less troublesome. Besides, I've been playing so far, and I want a wish, which is reasonable."
…
At the same time, in the office of Gaowei's "Gravity" test server, the supervisor took a picture: "After the official Earth server is opened, we will launch the wishing system to stimulate players' motivation to play. Since he has a request, let him go first. It's okay to test it."
A high-dimensional tester objected: "If he makes a big wish—"
"It's okay, the test server is only, there is still room for adjustment." The director's words were arrogant and arrogant, "This wish came from himself, and of course he has to pay the equivalent price. If his ambition is too big , we can also not satisfy him."
…
On the crimson sky, a huge bloody eye suddenly opened.
"Huh, that's not good." Jiang Fang and the one-eyed looked at each other for a moment, then smiled and said to himself, "Next time, it's better to get a cartoon wishing pool, and people who see it will be more accepting."
Xueyan ignored his nitpicking and made a low inquiring sound, even with a heavy "buzz" sound at the end: "As the last test server personnel, Jiang Fang, you can make a wish, but, Your wish needs to be exchanged for the corresponding price."
Jiang Fang took a breath and fluently said his long-cherished wish: "I make a wish that no matter where Nanzhou is, I can reunite with him in the same form of life."
"The price is... I can keep testing you guys until Gravity doesn't need me anymore."