Jiang Fang didn't need to continue watching to know the next storyline.
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Because he had brought Nanjixing into "Eternal Day", when he brought Nanzhou out of "Eternal Day", it went as smoothly as Jiang Fang expected.
Afterwards, all the team members did not support the release of Nan Zhou from the warehouse, nor did Jiang Fang expect it.
Their concerns are justified.
If he was still Nan Zhou in the comics, the young man who fought to protect his family, not many people would be so suspicious of him now.
If these players who are accidentally trapped in the game will not die, everyone may be very happy to play a friend game with such a virtual character and brush up the goodwill points.
But the world of Nanzhou has been strongly invaded by another world.
The emotions he received were all negative and malicious.
No one could tell whether the "normal" that Nan Zhou displayed at this time was a fake or real.
What's more, two of the players led by Jiang Fang had played the copy of "Eternal Day".
One was twisted around the neck by Nan Zhou himself, and the other was attacked by a group of light charmers and bitten to death on the spot.
Now, their consciousness cannot leave the game.
No one wants to wander around life and death every day with an uncontrollable, unpredictable humanoid weapon behind them.
No matter how beautiful this weapon is, it still glows with blood.
Everyone took him out to pass the border.
Let him out, and why
Accept the boss as a younger brother? make friends
It was just a joke, how could it be true
Jiang Fang knew that, intellectually speaking, his teammates' judgments were conservative and correct.
But the right thing, sometimes, he's not happy to do.
Every time a dungeon ends, the strange power that exists in the dark will randomly throw them back to the resting point, providing them with a rest time ranging from half a day to three days.
Jiang Fang felt that that power seemed to be using them to conduct some kind of test.
It's just that at that time, in order to survive, they could only be a group of guinea pigs who were exhausted.
The second day after successfully coming out of "Eternal Day".
That night.
In a hotel in the "Rusty City", an empty city that has lost its prosperity and people, the mice live in separate rooms, anxiously waiting for the next teleportation that will happen.
Jiang Fang chose a big bed room and lived in it alone.
At dusk, he privately released Nan Zhou, who had been in his backpack for a day and a night.
When he was released, Nan Zhou actually curled up and fell asleep.
His forehead was soaked with sweat, and a few locks of black hair were stuck to his forehead in a mess, which made his skin white and his eyes sharp.
When he landed on the soft mattress, the slight rebound under his body made his trance spirit gradually wake up.
He sat up from the bed, his sweaty eyelashes moving.
...not awake.
Jiang Fang sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with a slight smile, until he could wake up Nan Zhou's consciousness a little bit.
After a while, Nan Zhou said, "You let me out?"
His cold voice had a sluggish tenderness that he didn't wake up from.
Jiang Fang: "Well."
Nan Zhou lowered his head and pulled the quilt under his palm.
Jiang Fang: "Why don't you speak?"
Nan Zhou stared at him and shook his head silently: I don't want to listen to you.
It can be said that the interpretation of "gamble" is very cute.
The corners of Jiang Fang's mouth twitched gently, and he was not surprised: "You heard that, didn't you?"
He had already guessed that Nanzhou in his backpack could hear and see everything that was happening outside.
So, unless they really make up their minds, they want to trap Nan Zhou for the rest of their lives in this small backpack, and the longer he is locked up, the more mad Nan Zhou will go.
This is not what Jiang Fang wants to see.
Nanzhou was in his hands, and he wanted to play a bigger role.
Jiang Fang once wondered why when he first saw Nan Zhou, he didn't walk up to him, chat with him, and hug him.
When Nanzhou was lonely, he gave him the apple tree and the South Pole star, but he refused to give him a bit of his warmth in person.
Later, he figured it out.
Because he is Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang is an egoist who refuses and fears all intimate relationships.
The usual meaning of "interpersonal communication" here is just to get something from the other party.
In Jiang Fang's memory, Nanzhou was a spiritual pure land that belonged to him alone.
Because he was reluctant to tarnish, he would subconsciously stay away from Nanzhou.
Now, because of game bugs and crashes, he has to form a new relationship with Nan Zhou.
Therefore, Jiang Fang took out his inertial thinking.
- Utilize and be exploited, control and be controlled.
This way of getting along can make Jiang Fang feel a little safer.
When his mind changed, Jiang Fang's smile also adjusted to the angle he was best at.
That is the most comfortable, and the most false warmth and perfection: "My teammates are a little too cautious. But I still need them, so please don't mind."
Nan Zhou stated the facts: "They don't believe me."
Jiang Fang: "You need a chance, they will like you. No one will dislike you."
Nan Zhou looked directly into his eyes: "How about you?"
Jiang Fang was startled: "I..."
Fortunately, his expression management was top-notch, and he quickly smiled politely and said, "Of course."
Nan Zhou: "I thought you didn't like me either, so you locked me up."
Jiang Fang gently changed the concept: "Sometimes, if you like someone, you have to lock him up."
Nan Zhou blinked and expressed his doubts frankly: "I don't understand."
Jiang Fang is not used to discussing "like" topics with people.
It easily reminded him of his mother who was full of love.
He said in a general way: "You will understand later."
Jiang Fang explained to Nan Zhou how to help him with his "likable" plan.
The plan is simple.
In a certain dangerous dungeon occasion, Jiang Fang will release Nanzhou appropriately to give him a chance to save everyone's life.
Of course, Jiang Fang did not talk to Nan Zhou about some of the content.
People's trust and empathy are chips that can be used to calculate.
When the trust value is enough, Nan Zhou will naturally have the opportunity to gain freedom.
After all, Nan Zhou is a complete humanoid. He has been with everyone for a long time, blurring the boundaries of dimensions, and everyone will have empathy for him.
After briefly describing his plan, Nan Zhou agreed.
He thought it was a reasonable exchange.
It's just that before gaining trust, he needs to stay in Jiang Fang's backpack.
Jiang Fang promised him that when there were only the two of them, he would release Nanzhou.
Nan Zhou nodded obediently: "Yes."
Seeing how easily he agreed, Jiang Fang almost wanted to knock on his head.
He half-jokingly and half-seriously said, "Just trust me like that?"
Nan Zhou: "Well. You are a friend."
Jiang Fang: "None of those players said they wanted to be your friends?"
Nan Zhou: "Yes."
Nan Zhou: "But you were the first to take me out."
Nan Zhou: "They didn't do it, you did it."
Nan Zhou: "So, you are different. I like you very much."
Jiang Fang: "..."
He felt that Nanzhou was a very strange creature.
He has traveled a long road that many people have never seen in their entire lives, and has met many people who have never been seen in their entire lives.
Most people like to use words to wrap themselves up from the time they claim to be mature, and arm themselves to be polite and euphemistic.
When expressing love and hate, it is so restrained.
Even people who are ardent, when they talk about "love", are mostly excited.
Love is strong, really lacking.
But the tone of Nan Zhou's speech was like holding a heart straight in front of him and asking him seriously: This is my heart, do you want it
In the face of this seriousness, Jiang Fang was clearly able to do it with ease, but he always felt that he was on the verge of losing control.
This wonderful sense of dislocation made him uncomfortable.
So he decided to talk less to Nan Zhou.
The streets of "Rust City" are cold and light, and there is no fireworks.
The setting sun is a small cooked duck egg yolk, and the oily crispy juice will come out when you touch it.
Nan Zhou was lying by the hotel window, looking at the sun, almost stunned.
He turned around in the setting sun like duck egg yolk and said to Jiang Fang, "... the sun."
For Nan Zhou, this should be a sight that can be seen every day.
Jiang Fang couldn't quite understand his freshness.
He couldn't help being curious and responded, "Yes. It's the sun."
Nan Zhou raised his head and said, "I have never seen a sun of this color."
In the comics of "Eternal Day", extreme color contrast is a major feature.
Therefore, the never-ending sun is either white enough to make people snow blind, or red enough to shed blood.
Nan Zhou had indeed never seen such a different sun.
Nan Zhou stared at a sun and watched it gradually sink to the west.
It wasn't until a crescent moon climbed into the air, Nan Zhou raised his face and continued to watch it, that Jiang Fang realized later that if he didn't stop it, Nan Zhou would stay motionless and watch the moon until dawn.
He led the curious cat back with a laugh.
Nan Zhou went to wash first.
However, if Jiang Fang hadn't grabbed him out of the bathroom again, he would have been able to study the hair dryer for another half an hour.
When Jiang Fang finished the simple wash and was about to go to bed, Nan Zhou was already under the quilt.
There is only one quilt in the double room.
Jiang Fang naturally opened a corner, ready to go in.
However, Jiang Fang took advantage of the warm apricot light in the room and found that Nan Zhou had taken off all his coat and trousers, and was only wearing the white shirt he wore that was slightly wider for his figure.
The white shirt can only cover the small half of the snow-white circle behind him.
And Nan Zhou lay shamelessly in his bed like this, tilting his head to look at the moon in the sky, and talking to him at the same time: "I have never seen a crescent moon hanging in the sky for so long."
Jiang Fang: "..."
He gently exhaled a stream of heat, pretended not to notice it, and got in.
… and deliberately kept a distance from him.
After lying down, Nan Zhou still asked curiously, "My friend, do you want to sleep together like we do now?"
Afraid that he would go out and run around and tease his teammates with average mental qualities, Jiang Fang coaxed him: "Well."
Nan Zhou nodded and wrote down this new knowledge point: "Hmm."
Nan Zhou's hand reached under the pillow, but it happened to touch Jiang Fang's fingertips under the pillow.
Jiang Fang's fingers curled back cautiously.
Nan Zhou asked him, "Don't you like having nightmares too?"
Jiang Fang whispered: "Well."
Nan Zhou in turn comforted him: "Don't worry, put your hands under the pillow and don't press your stomach, it won't be easy to have nightmares."
Jiang Fang smiled lightly: "...Thank you for reminding me."
The two looked at each other for a while under the covers, but didn't speak much.
Jiang Fang did not have another pair of eyes to look at himself.
So he had no idea how gentle his expression was.
It was not until Nan Zhou completely closed his eyes that Jiang Fang moved his hand back a little.
He grabbed the sharp ice pick he hid under the pillow and moved it in his direction.
Not only was he afraid that Nan Zhou would find out, but he was also afraid of embarrassing him.
…
When Jiang Fang came to his senses, Nan Zhou had already taken Li Yinhang out of the book labyrinth.
After confirming that Nan Zhou was also safe and sound, Li Yinhang, who was frantically fighting guerrillas with the one-legged tin soldier in the bookshelf jungle, finally came out.
Even though this level is full of dangers, the three of them cooperated quite perfectly, stepping on the crisis with one foot and rushing towards the light.
Therefore, although Li Yinhang was very tired, his expression was still quite happy.
In contrast, the tin soldier behind her, who was forced to exercise with her for fifteen minutes at a high intensity, pulled a grasshopper face, leaned on a gun, jumped out step by step, and stood by the open door.
"Three, please get out of here" was written all over his face.
Nan Zhou greeted Jiang Fang: "I brought her back."
Jiang Fang pinched the blank page that had recorded his secrets in the palm of his hand and carried it behind his back.
Like hiding the sharp blade that once represented vigilance.
He smiled: "Welcome back." :,