Forces of Temptation

Chapter 52: Sand, Sand, Sand (17)

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Xie Xiangyu's reaction was even faster than Nan Zhou's.

He immediately let go of Jiang Fang's arm, strode towards the balcony, smashed the glass violently, and jumped straight from the seventh floor!

Facts have proved that his prediction of the crisis was completely correct.

Nan Zhou had chased behind him in an instant, and the dagger swung silently and sharply, but the sharp blade only had enough time to get a sliver of blood.

The weightless feeling of falling and the cool breeze mixed with the night dew came blowing.

When he was only three or four meters away from the ground, Xie Xiangyu flipped the palm of his hand, and a slender black umbrella opened in his hand out of thin air. The tip of the umbrella was facing the ground, releasing high-frequency sound waves.

The silent sound waves hit the ground violently for a short time, offsetting most of the impact.

His body was pushed up half a meter by the sound waves.

And with this consumption, the only remaining use of this item is gone.

The moment Xie Xiangyu landed, the black umbrella turned into a stream of light and disappeared without a trace.

With the momentum of his whereabouts, his figure rolled over and disappeared completely in the night.

Nan Zhou propped the tip of his dagger between the tiles on the windowsill and stared at the empty night below for a long time.

They were not wrong, he thought.

Now Xie Xiangyu can also hide his figure like Sun Guojing who heard the sound of "shasha" six times.

But probably because he's only heard it six times, his existence hasn't been completely forgotten and erased.

This further verifies that their predictions are correct.

—That power, indeed, determines the order of death according to the order in which the characters they play enter Class 403.

Therefore, the solution that Qi Tianyun proposed yesterday, re-entering 403 within a certain time, and re-disrupting the ordering rules of that power, should have been effective.

…why would it not work

What went wrong

After successfully breaking away from their sight, Xie Xiangyu did not leave immediately.

He squatted on one knee in the darkness, looking up at Nanzhou.

From the gaze that Nan Zhou lost his specific object and wandered back and forth, he judged that he was safe.

Xie Xiangyu was about to get up when he let out a low hiss.

He reached out and touched his pubic cavity.

Warm hands.

The blade could sever his tendon by a mere millisecond.

Xie Xiangyu pressed his warm palms on his knees, and the smile on the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed no matter what.

He sat back and said to himself, "My dear, this is too cruel."

... Didn't I just kill you once

Why bother with such a fuss

Before, he thought that it would be bad if Nan Zhou recognized him.

So he hides from Nan Zhou everywhere, and wants to get rid of him, so as to reduce his worries for the final victory of his game.

But now he wants to change his mind.

If Nan Zhou can become his teammate, it is really, really, the best thing.

Xie Xiangyu felt that he was not whimsical.

Their own advantages are really too prominent.

Because he is the only one who knows the secret of Nanzhou.

Does Jiang Fang know what Nanzhou is

Could the girl with him know

He must be lonely, with no peers, no one who understands him, no one who appreciates his talent.

Ordinary people like Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang would only suppress his abilities and let him clumsily and lamely carry out boring role-playing and housekeeping.

Why do you need to force yourself to be an ordinary person

You shouldn't be an ordinary person.

The excitement made Xie Xiangyu feel hot all over, and he couldn't control the curvature of the corners of his mouth.

He stared deeply at Nan Zhou until Nan Zhou returned to the dormitory, still staring at it for a long time, staring.

He was reluctant to look away, like a giant dragon looking at the treasure he accidentally got.

When Nan Zhou turned back to the dormitory, Jiang Fang's upper body was still leaning on the table, and his shoulders were gently moving.

This posture makes his waistline appear particularly clear and flexible.

Nan Zhou got closer, with a light expression on his face: "Did he hurt you?"

"Well."

Jiang Fang shook his head, and at the same time noticed the residual blood on the tip of the dagger in Nan Zhou's hand: "... The dagger is quite fast."

Nan Zhou turned the blade against the side of his wrist, away from Jiang Fang.

With the other hand, he wrapped Jiang Fang's waist, half hugged him and helped him sit down.

Jiang Fang put one arm around Nan Zhou's neck naturally: "Thank you."

Soon, the teacher of the management office received a complaint from the next bedroom and came up to check the situation.

Jiang Fang said that he bought a new baseball and wanted to go out and play some baseballs with his Chinese friends tomorrow.

Because my friends had never been in contact with baseball, they wanted to practice a little in the dormitory first, but they accidentally smashed the glass.

Reason is good enough.

Jin Jing's management of international students has always been loose, and Jiang Fang has a good attitude in admitting his mistakes, and actively promised to pay for the glass.

After confirming that no one was injured, the dormitory teacher told Jiang Fang to pay attention to safety, then turned around and left.

This originally fatal storm has subsided for the most part.

Jiang Fang only had time to tell the two of them what had just happened.

Of course, he chose to skip the period when he had an absolute advantage.

Li Yinhang felt a cold sweat on his back.

She thought that in the PVE game mode, people's hearts would at least be simpler.

But she actually forgot that under the relationship of ranking competition, it is not surprising for anyone to do anything.

For the first time she began to rejoice that she was about to hear the sixth rustling.

At that time, his sense of existence will be weakened, and Xie Xiangyu may not notice himself.

Although being entangled by that power is equally headache and dangerous, it is even more unreasonable to be entangled by a lunatic.

Nan Zhou didn't care what happened to Xie Xiangyu.

He said to Jiang Fang, "You look bad."

When Li Yinhang heard this, he took a special look at Jiang Fang's face.

... She didn't see anything.

Jiang Fang's skin is as high as ice and snow --gt;gt;

The ivory raised in the latitudes is white, with only one lip full of blood.

Li Yinhang looked left and right, but he couldn't see where his face was bad.

Jiang Fang: "It's fine."

Nan Zhou: "Why didn't you tell me your plan?"

Jiang Fang: "I'm afraid of being eavesdropped. At that time, Xie Xiangyu was probably by our side."

Nan Zhou: "You can secretly write it in my palm, or you can send me a text message."

Nan Zhou: "But you didn't do anything."

Jiang Fang was silent for a moment: "Are you angry?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

Nan Zhou: "When I concealed hearing the sound of 'Shasha', I also confessed my fault to you."

Nan Zhou: "I want an apology."

Jiang Fang retracted his left arm on the back of the chair, bent down slightly, and said solemnly, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Nan Zhou pursed his lips.

Jiang Fang didn't wait for Nan Zhou's response for a long time, and raised his head: "Is your attitude not sincere enough?"

Nan Zhou: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Li Yinhang: "..." Is the boss an X-ray machine

Jiang Fang looked at the left arm he had just raised, and suddenly let out an "ah".

He smiled and asked, "Is it because my movements weren't natural enough when I took it back just now?"

Nan Zhou did not speak to him again.

He grabbed Jiang Fang's hand and tucked the sleeves of his wide black sweater to the tip of his elbow.

The thick bandage wrapped around his forearm hidden in his sleeve, and the tinge of red on the surface of the bandage, made a pair of cold stars in Nan Zhou's eyes flicker.

Li Yinhang was surprised: "This is—"

The bandage is not too tight.

Coupled with the violent movement just now, the bandage loosened a little.

From the gap, Nan Zhou glimpsed part of the content inside.

That is the half of the word "South".

It was rowed with the Swiss Army Knife that Nanzhou gave him.

Not the degree of minor scarring.

It is the degree to which the flesh is deeply cut and penetrated into the texture.

Nan Zhou: "...you separated from me because of this?"

Jiang Fang didn't care much, and nodded casually: "Well, part of the reason."

For some reason, Nan Zhou felt that his mood was even worse.

He said softly, "There's no need to engrave it. Just write it."

Jiang Fang shrugged lightly: "How about writing it down? If that force is strong enough that I can't see the information I left behind about you, what should I do?"

"It's still good." He raised his left arm. "Even if you can't see it, it still hurts. If it hurts, if you touch it, you'll know you're there."

Silent for a long time.

Nan Zhou asked, "Why?"

Jiang Fang: "Huh?"

Nan Zhou: "… "

Jiang Fang laughed.

He twisted the scorpion braid on his shoulder with his raised left hand: "It was you who said, don't let me forget you. I promised, then this promise will be valid forever."

Nan Zhou: "… "

Jiang Fang stared at his lightly wrinkled brows, and softened his relaxed tone: "This one, do I need to apologize too?"

Nan Zhou blinked, suddenly feeling a little blocked in his heart.

Like a knot is tied.

He raised his hand and rubbed it, but couldn't untie it.

After kneading again, the knot was twisted more firmly.

Nan Zhou didn't speak, he pulled Jiang Fang's arm and looked at the blood-stained bandage.

Nan Zhou said, "You clearly know that I didn't want to ask this just now."

Jiang Fang was silent.

… Nan Zhou was right.

What he wanted to ask was why he did this to him.

Jiang Fang wanted to tell his reasons.

But the funny thing is, he can't say it.

If someone who knew Jiang Fang before heard him say this, he would probably laugh out loud.

What kind of person is Jiang Fang

He is good at using ambiguous, smooth and flattering words to please everyone and become the focus of the spotlight.

Everyone thinks that he is rambunctious, dashing, and wanders in the flowery world.

Joker in the underground casino.

The Montoroka vice-team on the ice hockey arena.

Mr. Lodoca in the truck company.

Jiang Fang was accustomed to having exquisite faces and a lotus-like tongue.

He looks like everyone else.

He could say the sweetest thing anyone could ever want to hear.

But when he smiled and waved his hand, he left without any hesitation, and when the person who thought he was his "friend" began to calm down, he realized that he had never entered Jiang Fang's heart.

Such Jiang Fang has a serious psychological problem.

… Only those words that were straightforward and cut out from the heart, he could not say.

He has always been reluctant to hand over his sincere initiative to anyone.

until…

After not obvious intense psychological struggle, Jiang Fang reluctantly gave an answer: "...because, I want to be your friend."

Nan Zhou: "Do you have many friends?"

Jiang Fang didn't know why Nan Zhou asked that.

He still replied: "Not a little. But I want you to... be the most special one."

For Jiang Fang, it was almost overdrafted effort to overcome the psychological barrier like mountains and seas.

As a result, Nan Zhou was silent.

He didn't make any further comments on Jiang Fang's words, but just buried himself in sorting out the outer edge of Jiang Fang's arm gauze.

Although Jiang Fang repeatedly tried to talk to him later, and analyzed Xie Xiangyu's strangeness with him, and analyzed why he didn't mix in with them, fortunately to gain full trust before starting, Nan Zhou did not say a word.

Li Yinhang sat on the side with the sleepy Nanji Xing in his arms, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.

But her surging emotions at the moment can only be described in two words.

… Wow. :,