After the tin soldier with the spear reached the center of the circular bookshelf labyrinth, he ended a round of patrol and stepped out.
After a lesson, Li Yinhang didn't dare to get too far from Nanzhou.
She controlled Nan Zhou's figure as far as her eyes could see, tried to calm down, imitated Nan Zhou's appearance, and rummaged through the bookshelf.
I have to say that when I deliberately slowed down the rhythm, some of the obstacles that plagued her were dissipated.
She picked up the bookshelf and whispered to Nan Zhou over there: "Am I making things complicated?"
Nan Zhou: "Have you found it?"
Li Yinhang: "..."
She took a long breath.
She finally realized that the game time is not enough for her to honestly flip through the book to find her soul.
Even if she adds limited search conditions, it is impossible.
However, even if he thought of this level, Li Yinhang couldn't figure out what skills the two bosses had conceived of.
If you can't figure it out, then it's not difficult for yourself first.
Like Nan Zhou, she took down a storybook with a similar binding to her book, and after flipping through it a few times, her brows furrowed.
Nan Zhou asked, "What did you find?"
Li Yinhang looked at the unknown words line by line in his hand, and after a long pause, he frankly admitted his ignorance: "I don't understand."
She turned over a few pages and couldn't help but think of the frog hand he got in the previous copy, just like Nan Zhou.
Naturally, she also thought of the question Nan Zhou had considered: "Who the hell is playing the dungeon with us. . . . Aliens? Creatures from other dimensions?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a chill at the top of her heart because of her speculation.
In fact, since the disappearance incident, Li Yinhang has always suspected that some force beyond their imagination is controlling their world.
This world, in terms of human cognitive margins, is still too big after all.
The power hidden behind it can not only design such a huge game sandbox, but also drive them to make wishes, and even filter out their age groups...
What does the power that forces them to play, want from them
If their encounter is just a temporary fool by high-dimensional creatures, then what is the so-called life-earning, pain, and sacrifice
Before Li Yinhang's thoughts expanded infinitely toward pessimism, Nan Zhou stopped in time.
Nan Zhou stretched out his hand to her across the bookshelf: "Apart from this, what else did you find?"
Li Yinhang patted his face in a hurry, handed the book in his hand to Nan Zhou, and took the time to show his focus on reporting to the leader: "And—"
Before she could finish speaking, Nan Zhou opened the story of Anonymous that she handed over, opened a chapter at random, and tore off a page.
Li Yinhang: "..."
Immediately afterwards, Nan Zhou's brows twitched violently, as if his nerves were stabbed with a knife, and his legs were obviously softened.
Li Yinhang's heart tightened: "Are you alright?"
Nan Zhou slowly let out a breath: "...It's okay."
He pulled himself together and held up his book to examine it.
Sure enough, his book also has a name, author, and first chapter.
When Li Yinhang went around the bookshelf worriedly and tried to support Nan Zhou's arm, she finally realized why Nan Zhou's san value was judged to be garbled by the system.
If he simply has a high san value and is not easily disturbed by fear, the system will simply give him a full san score.
However, under a clear mental attack, his spirit seemed to be several times more sensitive than hers.
When he was stared at by the tin soldiers, violated the ban, and was removed from his memory, Li Yinhang just felt an indescribable strange feeling in his mind.
It doesn't affect movement and there is no pain.
In contrast, the stimulation Nan Zhou felt was obviously comparable to someone poking his nerves directly with a capillary needle.
Because of this, it is difficult for the system to determine whether his san value is high or low.
So he simply gave a garbled code and let him experience it himself.
And just when Nan Zhou violated the rules and tore off the page, a tin soldier who had ended his patrol and returned to his position suddenly moved.
He staggered forward a few steps, as if he had come alive from his armor and was free for a moment.
The soles and the ground tapped each other, making a crisp sound.
This is particularly harsh in the quiet library with only the sound of falling sons.
It was as clear as the sound of tearing books coming from the depths of the bookshelf just now.
Jiang Fang, who was watching the chess game, raised his head.
It raised its spear, twisted its neck in confusion, and made a little humane movement.
And the dull, black eyes that seemed to be painted on the head actually had a faint light.
After blinking and turning around, it met Jiang Fang's gaze.
Jiang Fang read a trace of confusion and panic in his eyes.
With the dull puppet face, the effect of the Uncanny Valley is directly full.
But this look of helplessness only stayed on its face for a moment.
Inside the bookshelf, the pages of the book torn by Nan Zhou were dissolved from his fingertips like sand.
At the same time, new pages and words automatically grow in the gaps of the torn pages.
Exactly the same as the original.
Outside the bookshelf, the Tin Soldier, who had gained a breath of memory, also lost the brilliance in his eyes.
It took a step back and returned to its original position.
Jiang Fang lowered his eyes and continued to watch the chess game, thoughtfully.
His eyes were calm and focused, as if the look of help just now was only worthy of attracting his attention for a moment.
He doesn't care if there are other players' souls hidden in the tin soldier.
He only cares about the little information that Nan Zhou conveyed.
…
Nan Zhou finally recovered from the discomfort of the memory stripping, his feet were still a little soft, and he had to lean against the bookshelf to barely stand.
After he regained consciousness, what he saw was Li Yinhang's slightly trembling hand holding the corner of his clothes.
Li Yinhang found that he could respond to him, and while looking back nervously, he whispered, "Come in quickly."
Nan Zhou: "...?"
Li Yinhang said eagerly: "I heard the tin soldiers moving again. You are not feeling well, hurry up to my warehouse, I will take you to hide—"
Nan Zhou leaned against the bookshelf, put the back of one hand on his forehead, and rubbed lightly: "...do you still move now?"
After going through that chase, Li Yinhang was really hypersensitive to the sound of the tin soldiers' leather shoes.
After being reminded by Nan Zhou, she realized that the sound of leather shoes only sounded once, but never again.
After realizing that she was overreacting, she was a little embarrassed, rubbed the tip of her nose, let go of the hand that grabbed the corner of Nan Zhou's clothes, and ran obediently while flipping through the book.
Nan Zhou slowed down and opened his own book.
Indeed a year older.
However, Nanzhou's experiments did not stop.
He let go and threw the newly restored book to the ground again.
with a snap.
… nothing happened.
The sound of a single book hitting the ground did not meet the conditions for "interrupting the game" in violation of Prohibition 2.
When Li Yinhang breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Nan Zhou grabbing the edge of a book and said lightly to her, "Cover your ears."
Although he didn't know why, Li Yinhang immediately blocked his ears obediently.
The next moment, she knew the necessity of this matter.
—Nan Zhou lifted the oak bookshelf, which he did not know how heavy, to a corner with one hand, and shook his hand—
The books above fell in rows and rows, making a roar like a landslide.
This time, the tin soldier did not move.
But the hand of the mummified corpse holding Kuroko visibly trembled.
Jiang Fang first heard the sound of a book falling from the depths of the maze, and then noticed the change in its movements, and immediately understood in his heart.
Nan Zhou is testing the trigger point of the so-called "disturbing game" in Ban 2.
- Mummy's hearing, obviously dull.
Just now, the sound of a group of people standing beside it talking, the sound of the tin soldiers patrolling the shoes on the ground, and the sound of you chasing me from the bookshelf, failed to alarm it.
It was always staring at the chessboard like a clay puppet, thinking about it, and it took a minute to drop a piece.
Only the sound of the bookcase falling and the book overturning can touch its nerves.
Thinking of the appearance of a cat jumping up and down to destroy it in order to conduct an experiment, Jiang Fang's mouth curled into a slight smile.
…
Inside the bookshelf.
Li Yinhang covered his ears and stood in a book on the floor, a little silly.
She asked, "...Mr. Nan, what are you doing?"
Nan Zhou eased his dizziness, knelt on one knee beside the empty bookshelf, and opened his book again.
In the table of contents, "Chapter Two" has been added.
That is to say, unless it is the sound of knocking down the whole book, it will be counted as a violation of Prohibition 2.
A sound is counted as a foul.
Nan Zhou wiped the cold sweat from the tip of his nose, "You keep looking for clues, don't worry about me."
Li Yinhang: "But you..."
Nan Zhou: "You found yours, I found mine."
Li Yinhang: "Your body..."
Nan Zhou stared at her and said coldly, "Everyone in the game may die. You can't always rely on me."
After he finished speaking, he picked up his book, tore the page of the book that recorded the content of the first chapter of his life, and clenched it tightly in the palm of his hand.
Li Yinhang: "..."
She doesn't think it's called "discovery".
It should be called jumping back and forth on the edge of death.
The stimulation this time was obviously a bit heavier for Nan Zhou.
He clearly felt something pouring back into his mind, but after a short stay, it was soon forcibly pumped out by an unknown force like a water pump.
He gritted his teeth in dizziness and Su Ruan.
one two Three…
As he struggled to count to five, a page of the story he tore disappeared from his palm.
The story of his being eaten is back on the page.
-And added the plot of the third chapter.
His body fell to one side, his white lips parted slightly, and he gasped for breath.
After a little breath, Nan Zhou not only lost his memory, but intensified his efforts and tore off all the dozens of pieces of content in the first two chapters.
Li Yinhang: "..." Is this forcibly inducing vomiting for the storybook
She even made up the picture of Nan Zhou poking the little tongue of the storybook with a stick.
… made her feel less nervous.
This shock was no trivial matter for Nanzhou.
He sat directly on the ground, biting his lips white.
Li Yinhang didn't know what he could do either, so he just crouched beside him worriedly.
Nan Zhou was probably really uncomfortable, and he endured it for a long time before burying his face between his knees and making a small "um".
Hearing the ending sound was a little aggrieved, and Li Yinhang's heart melted for the most part.
Seeing his repeated experiments like this, Li Yinhang seemed to understand something while feeling distressed.
She squatted beside Nan Zhou and hugged her book tightly: "What do you want to verify, tell me. I'll tear mine."
Nan Zhou raised his head, and there was a thin, weak red around his eyes.
He returned the book to Li Yinhang, his eyes and tone were still cold and indifferent: "My feeling is stronger than yours. It is more accurate to count the time."
Li Yinhang: "Tear off someone else's, and then count the time for it to return to normal, isn't it okay?"
Nan Zhou: "I also have to assess the impact on the body."
With that said, he opened the book in his hand again.
Instead of taking care of the extra fourth chapter, he opened the contents of the first two chapters and counted the number of pages.
16 pages in total.
Just now, while the world was spinning, Nan Zhou insisted on counting the seconds in his heart.
The book regained its memory and returned to its original state, and about 77 seconds passed.
Taking the recovery time when a single page was torn as a reference, it can be calculated that after the book is damaged, it takes about 5 seconds for each page to be recovered.
Nan Zhou closed the page in his palm.
So far, he has collected enough information.
Then, all he needs is to wait.
When the time is right, Jiang Fang will naturally send out a signal.
Looking at Nan Zhou's series of actions just now, combined with the indistinct conversation between Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang, Li Yinhang finally roughly constructed their plan in his mind.
- It was so.
No wonder Jiang Fang chose to stay outside.
No wonder Nan Zhou said to Jiang Fang, "I can do it, but you may not."
This was obviously a plan only a lunatic would make, but it was decided by the two of them at the first time without any doubt.
That's crazy, and it's the most efficient, fast, and convenient way to clear customs.
She pursed her lips, not trying to interfere with their plans with words such as "seeking stability" and "Gou Yibo".
She just stayed by Nan Zhou's side, and in his slight panting, she seriously responded to the homework assigned to her by Teacher Nan: "By the way, I also found something, I don't know if it will help—"
Nan Zhou looked at her with a hint of encouragement in his cold eyes.
Li Yinhang: "I found out—"
…
Half an hour went by in a flash.
The tin soldiers standing against the wall moved again in twos and threes, kicking forward, and filed into the labyrinth of bookshelves, launching a new round of patrols.
Jiang Fang's eyes were tightly locked on the chessboard, closely observing the movements of the black and white twins.
The black army has been killed to the point of losing their armor and disarming for three full sets.
The white army is still galloping freely, beheading as much as possible.
The white army is approaching the city, and the triumphant song can be heard.
With eight chess pieces unable to move, Heizi's King City was in jeopardy, and the line of troops contracted, once again on the verge of collapse.
With the advantage of almost riding the face, White's chess position became more and more arrogant.
White's king arrogantly stepped out of the protection circle, wanton encroaching on Black's territory.
Jiang Fang calculated the chess path step by step in his heart.
There was a game of chess in his eyes.
In my heart is another chess game that is five moves away.
He had a hunch.
This game will achieve the ideal situation he envisioned.
Sure enough, Bai Zi recklessly took the king a step forward and stayed at the position where Jiang Fang had been staring at for a long time.
With the sound of falling, Jiang Fang's heart was shocked, and his heartstrings tensed in an instant.
He finally got the chance he had been waiting for.
But when the tin soldiers began to patrol and Nanzhou and the others began to hide—
But Jiang Fang did not hesitate for a moment.
He said that he believed in Nanzhou.
Almost as soon as Bai Zi fell, Jiang Fang rushed straight towards the bookshelf labyrinth.
He didn't make any detours and detours at all, and kicked down the bookcase at the exit.
The bookcases are not very far from each other.
His kick was like knocking down the first domino.
He had followed the rules for a long time and was completely broken by this kick.
The book that belongs to it, which has always been very quiet, started a gluttonous feast without warning.
The page brush rattled at his fingertips.
It seems to be chewing, tasting, and reminiscing about his story, gobbling it down, hungry for food.
But soon, it became indigestion.
The speed at which the pages devoured the story could not even keep up with the speed at which Jiang Fang violated the rules.
The seven bookshelves collided sharply and fell one after another.
When the seventh bookshelf slammed to the ground, the book swallowed his memory until he was fourteen years old due to the continuous and simultaneous breaking of the first and second prohibitions.
Jiang Fang rushed towards the inside of the bookshelf that had been rudely punched out a gap!
The nearest group of patrolling tin soldiers suddenly heard a strange noise behind them and raised their spears. When they were about to turn around, Jiang Fang had already rushed to their side.
Jiang Fang stepped on the head of a tin soldier who was about to turn back, pressed the bookcase on the side with one hand, and jumped up with the help of his strength. After the whole body jumped over a book, he pushed hard—
The whole book collapsed, burying a team of tin soldiers under the book.
…
And Nan Zhou and the others did not live up to Jiang Fang's trust.
When the tin soldiers started patrolling, Nanzhou and the others had already moved to the bookshelf near the exit.
Hearing the sudden noise resounding in the library, Li Yinhang was still shocked even though he had made preparations: "What—"
Before she could say the following, Nan Zhou's figure moved like a cat, jumped to the top of the nearest bookcase, spotted the place where the bookshelf overturned, pointed his toes, and quickly ran towards the chaos.
Li Yinhang also hurriedly restrained his mind and followed closely.
…
On the way to meet Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang's memory was rapidly draining from his body.
On the contrary, the memory and weight of the book in his arms are rapidly increasing.
Soon, the memories stored in the book fast-forward to his eighteenth year.
In Jiang Fang's memory at the age of eighteen, there is content related to chess.
There are bishops, chariots, knights, and janissaries.
In that memory, there is a complete chess game.
This is the perfect book for those pawn souls who love fresh stories about themselves.
In an instant, eight transparent souls scattered around the labyrinth rushed out of the labyrinth bookshelf and greedily rushed towards the book in Jiang Fang's arms!
This is Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang's plan.
Instead of looking for the pieces, let the pieces come to them on their own initiative!
However, as soon as the first step of the plan was completed, a sudden change occurred!
As soon as the eight souls were gathered in Jiang Fang's hands, a nearby team of tin soldiers rushed to hear the sound.
Jiang Fang, who had no cover behind him, was exposed to the eyes of five tin soldiers at the same time!
Five years of memory were forcibly stripped from his memory.
It contains all his happy and painful memories.
It contains all the information about why he became Jiang Fang.
Because of the loss of memory in a short period of time, Jiang Fang's will appeared a little confused and shaken.
He began to forget who he was.
Why are you here
Why…
He took a quick step and hid beside the nearest book.
The hot air exhaled from the nasal cavity is somewhat turbulent.
Out of instinct, he protected the book in his hand.
He can't go too far.
He wants to deal with the neighborhood and hand over the book in the shortest possible time—
... hand it over, who's coming
The loss of previous memories has caused a serious fault in his logical chain.
This confusion interfered with his judgment.
In the violent tinnitus, he suddenly heard a clear female voice, which sounded more than ten meters away: "There is someone here! Some kind of come after me!"
The three tin soldiers were attracted by the cry, and rushed off with their spears.
The next second, an incomparably light footstep sounded close to Jiang Fang's head.
Jiang Fang looked up, but it was too late to catch his figure.
The figure fell straight from the top of the bookshelf, grabbed the heads of the two remaining tin soldiers who were trying to approach Jiang Fang, and slammed into the center—
Those two heads were suddenly smashed into a pile of scrap metal that couldn't get away from Meng and Meng.
Nan Zhou threw down the two broken heads of tin soldiers, facing the intense discomfort caused by breaking the rules, rushed to Jiang Fang's side, and reached for the book in his palm.
It took less than thirty seconds to start creating a commotion in Jiang Fang, and to Nanzhou rushing to Jiang Fang's side.
However, Jiang Fang is now caught in a sense of confusion brought about by rapid amnesia, unable to extricate himself.
Seeing Nan Zhou attacking him, Jiang Fang's first reaction was to attack.
He grabbed Nan Zhou's hand that was reaching out to the book, flicked his wrist, and threw Nan Zhou's arm with a screeching sound.
Nan Zhou quickly realized that Jiang Fang was in a wrong mood, and he didn't want to hurt him. As soon as his toes touched the ground, he jumped up lightly on the wooden grid of the bookshelf on the side, his legs tightly pinching Jiang Fang's arm and one shoulder.
His inner thigh muscles and waist suddenly exerted strength, twisting Jiang Fang into the messy book group on the ground.
He stretched out his hand again, trying to snatch the book that had gathered the souls of eight chess pieces in his hand.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Fang, who was attacked, did not respond slowly in self-defense.
He rolled over and broke free from Nan Zhou's control, and the arm holding the book locked Nan Zhou's throat horizontally.
At the same time, he used his knees to shove open the seams of his legs, his legs and hands exerted force, breaking Nan Zhou's legs into an H shape.
He was condescending, looking at Nan Zhou's face, his originally cold and vigilant expression loosened a little.
... Such a scene seems to have existed in his only remaining incomplete memory.
Nan Zhou's breathing was very unstable.
His spirit has been hit repeatedly just now, and his strength is really weak.
But he had to fight quickly.
Seizing the gap where Jiang Fang was stunned, Nan Zhou grabbed the slightly messy silver hair behind his head and pressed it down.
The tips of the noses almost touch each other.
The warm breaths of the two were entangled, penetrated into each other's bodies, and shared a breath.
Nan Zhou gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you... believe me?"
Jiang Fang fixed his eyes on him.
After a while, he was holding the book's hand tightly and released it easily.
Nan Zhou no longer hesitated, grabbed his book, and strode outward along the road that Jiang Fang had opened up.
At the same time, Li Yinhang, who attracted the attention of all the tin soldiers, was running around the bookshelf.
Hearing the chaotic footsteps, Jiang Fang sat up from the ground and wanted to follow Nan Zhou out.
At this moment, the fingers of a mutilated tin soldier got on his shoes without warning.
From its broken lips, there was a vague low tone.
— "Book. Book. Caught. Book."
Jiang Fang's already hazy eyes suddenly froze.
A little silvery white like metal tin dripped into his eyes like water, and gradually spread from his pupils.
However, before Jiang Fang's expression was completely sluggish, Nan Zhou, who was running, tore off the first sixteen pages and returned his scattered memories to him.
Sixteen pages, 80 seconds.
Nan Zhou took advantage of the rules he had personally tested to fight the time difference and regained Jiang Fang's consciousness for more than a minute.
The progress bar of the tin change was forced by him to press the pause button.
Resisting the negative backlash from the darkness, he rushed out of the entrance of the bookshelf labyrinth that had collapsed, and the black mist in front of Nan Zhou gradually dissipated.
Seeing that the mummy raised his wrist to move the pieces on the chessboard, Nan Zhou suddenly increased the speed of his feet.
He threw Jiang Fang's book on the edge of the chessboard, almost knocking down a corner piece.
The half-dead sunspot on the chessboard was immediately occupied by eight returning souls.
The whole game of dead chess is resurrected in one breath.
The mummy obviously didn't expect such a situation, and was about to hold his hand to make a last-ditch effort and paused.
And at the moment when it stopped, Nan Zhou rushed to reach out and held a sunspot on its behalf.
He panted, looking at the entire chessboard, trying to recall the two most important rules of winning in chess that Jiang Fang had taught him.
First, the opponent's "king" will be ruled no matter which square he goes to next.
Second, the opponent's other pieces can neither eliminate the pieces that can check the "king", nor help the "king" to block and relieve the inevitable situation of the check.
Bai Zi's arrogant chess path sent his king all the way to a desperate situation where he could not escape.
This is the situation Jiang Fang has been waiting for and wants the two sides to reach.
And every time Heizi fell, he would have to struggle for a full minute of hesitation, which was the time Jiang Fang wanted to use.
In this short one minute, the mummified corpse will not fall.
In such a favorable situation, he wants to destroy the bookshelves, violate the ban, and attract the souls of the chess pieces to concentrate on the book belonging to Jiang Fang, and then hand over the book to Nan Zhou, and let Nan Zhou bring the book to the chessboard and help the mummified corpse. End the game.
Nan Zhou didn't know how to play chess, he only knew a little bit of what Jiang Fang taught him.
Even if he could, Jiang Fang would take the initiative to choose to let himself fall into a situation where he might go crazy, or even be trapped in the library for the rest of his life.
He thought deeply about the confusion and unease that would result from a massive loss of his memory.
When he fell into this abnormal emotion, only Nan Zhou could subdue and stop him.
If it was the other way around, he would have no way to take Nanzhou.
That's why Nan Zhou said, "I can do it, but you may not."
—Jiang Fang even calculated his own madness.
…
Regarding their plan, Li Yinhang, who seduced the tin soldiers through the bookshelf labyrinth, had already figured it out for the most part, and he communicated with Nan Zhou and got his approval.
But she couldn't understand what Nan Zhou said to her after hearing all her speculations.
"It's not to help the mummy win." Nan Zhou corrected her, "It's to let us win by ourselves."
…
When Heizi was reborn, Nan Zhou seized the opportunity to replace the mummified corpse and left the crucial decisive son.
check.
general.
The White King has nowhere to hide.
Turning against the wind.
After Bai Zi paused, took the initiative to overthrow his white king, and silently announced his defeat, Nan Zhou looked at the one-legged tin soldier on one side.
The one-legged tin soldier lowered his gaze, seemingly unhappy.
It said: "Wrong. You should let my friend win."
Nan Zhou put his hand on Jiang Fang's book, and quietly announced, "That's right. We should let ourselves win."
Looking at the one-legged tin soldier's dark, abyss-like eyes, he asked back, "If your mummy friend wins, where will it go? Who are you going to continue to sit in this chess position?"
The one-legged tin soldier quietly dug an ingenious language trap for them.
When they pass the level as a player, they can open the door to go out.
The mummy wins, isn't there a reward
Nan Zhou didn't think at all that the mummy liked to play chess, so he sat like a mummy.
He thought that the person sitting here was probably the last player who lost.
Because he couldn't find all eight pieces, he couldn't win no matter what, so he could only sit here all the time.
If Nan Zhou and the others are really obedient and only responsible for recalling the souls of the pieces and "helping" the mummy to win, the mummy will be freed, then the three of them may be forced to keep one of them and play against the door to become the next mummy. 's reservists.
Taking a ten thousand steps back, even if they think too much, this is not a trap, but it is best to hold the initiative in your own hands.
Their caution has proved valuable.
The door to the outside world opened a gap for one person to pass through, and a ray of light appeared from the outside.
The black eye holes of the mummy were aimed at the land of freedom, and there was a tragic and low whimper in the throat.
Nan Zhou glanced at it, lowered his eyes, and picked up the book belonging to Jiang Fang.
After the game is over, the pages inside also stop growing.
The content that was torn off by Nan Zhou has been automatically completed.
The text on the sixteenth page has grown to half of it.
Only half a page left.
Just a little bit, Jiang Fang is about to become a story and stay here.
Nan Zhou embraced Jiang Fang's story, and his heart was finally relieved.
After the tense nerves were relaxed, the tired feeling of being stripped of spirit came out from the bottom of his heart.
In the bookshelf maze, because the game was over, the tin soldiers' pursuit of Li Yinhang also stopped.
A quiet one.
He sat down and said to the one-legged tin soldier, "My teammates are no longer books. Please bring them out."
The one-legged tin soldier sighed in resignation, used his spear as a crutch, and threw himself to the depths of the bookshelf.
Nan Zhou guarded the open door alone, waiting for the return of the one-legged tin soldier.
He spread Jiang Fang's story on his knees and rubbed the cover curiously.
The shoulder twisted by Jiang Fang still hurts a little.
But Nan Zhou didn't care much.
His index finger twitched lightly on the cover, simulating the frequency of a cat's paw scratching his heart.
… want to see. :,