Forces of Temptation

after an hour.

Jiang Fang stood in the kitchen of Nan Zhou's family, holding Nan Zhou's kitchen knife, cutting the ingredients he stored in his backpack and collected from "Homeland Island".

During the month of being inexplicably trapped in the game, they all lived on the food in their backpacks.

Jiang Fang has a bit of a collection habit.

Leaving a blank in all achievements is enough to make him feel awkward.

Therefore, his food, plants, tools, weapons, fishing and other collection illustrations are all complete.

Now, he had a deep yellow ripe mango in his hand, and a bowl of white peaches that had been cut into cubes and soaked in cold water to preserve freshness.

Nan Zhou squatted next to the kitchen counter, rolling the mangoes on the table curiously, and asked seriously: "Would it be delicious to cook with fruit?"

"Yeah." Jiang Fang said gently, wearing the apron of Nan Zhou's house, "If the oven at home can still be used."

The two looked like friends who had known each other for a long time.

In other words, Jiang Fang could quickly give anyone this illusion.

Jiang Fang smiled and said to Nan Zhou: "Can I pick two more apples? The apple pie is also delicious."

Nan Zhou nodded, took the Nan Jixing that was embracing the end of his hair and swaying, changed his slippers at the entrance, turned and went out.

The moment Nan Zhou's figure disappeared from the room, the tense muscles of everyone in the room relaxed.

The weapons hidden in some people's hands were soaked with sweat, and they hurriedly took out them to maintain and wipe them.

Only Jiang Fang hung his head, carefully handling the mango skin, and putting the ingredients for making fruit pies into the plate one by one.

Song Haining was confused: "Boss, what are you doing...?"

"What can I do? Of course I killed him."

Another male team member with stud earrings lowered his voice and said softly: "I've seen a lot of customs clearance skills in the "Eternal Day" dungeon in the forum. This boss is very awesome. If we want to fight him with real swords and guns, how many of us It’s really not necessarily possible to kill it personally. So you have to find a way to get close to it, build a good relationship with it, and then kill it. Kill it, you can pass the level.”

As he said that, he turned his face to Jiang Fang eagerly like a sunflower: "Yes, boss."

The kitchen knife in Jiang Fang's hand landed on the cutting board with a sound, at a constant speed.

The clock in the house showed that the current time should be a quarter past seven in the evening.

The too bright white light outside the window engulfed all the colors, only burning colorful halos on the glass, and the visibility was less than 10 meters.

Fortunately, the apple tree was right in front of the small kitchen window.

As soon as he looked up, he could see Nan Zhou's dangling long legs hanging from the branches when he stepped on the branches to pick apples.

Jiang Fang looked away from the long and slender arc of his calf, and said with a smile, "Boss, you are right. Do you have any other instructions?"

When Jiang Fang spoke, there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth.

But the others couldn't help but flinch under his smile.

The man with the stud earrings who made the comments noticed something was wrong, grinned nonchalantly, and said with an apologetic smile: "Boss, I just said that casually..."

Song Haining believed in Jiang Fang with all his heart and eyes, and fixed his eyes on him: "Boss, what is your plan?"

Jiang Fang lowered his eyes: "I've already thought about it."

The others couldn't help but hold their breath, intending to keep in mind every step of Jiang Fang's plan and strictly implement it.

It was the same thing they had done countless times in the past month when they narrowly escaped death.

However, Jiang Fang's plan this time was unexpectedly simple.

He brought his mango-flavored fingertips to his lips, wiped the juice on his lips, and tested the sweetness.

"I'll take him away."

"Varied……"

Song Haining stood up from the chair suddenly, her voice changed with nervousness: "Boss, are you kidding me?"

Jiang Fang glanced at her.

Song Haining immediately swallowed this stupid question and sat down obediently.

But her hands and legs that were resting on her knees were shaking together, showing the uneasiness in her heart.

Jiang Fang calmly kneaded the apple, sugar and flour into a smooth dough: "I'm going to put him in the warehouse and take him away."

……storehouse?

Song Haining reacted, and immediately got his train of thought: "So, he is our teammate?"

"Tame it and let the boss work for us?" The earring man's eyes lit up, but he couldn't hold back his talkative nature, "Boss, you're awesome."

Jiang Fang lowered his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Song Haining was still a little uneasy: "Can live things be stored in the warehouse? What if something happens to him..."

Jiang Fang didn't want to tell them what he had brought Nanjixing in, and he didn't want them to know that he had a special preference for Nanzhou.

To be honest, apart from affecting the stability of the team, there is no extra benefit.

Jiang Fang said, "Not sure."

He raised his eyes and looked around everyone: "However, even if he dies, it is a way for us to pass the test. Will we have any loss?"

Jiang Fang paused, and then said: "...if he gets out alive, you all should treat him better."

"Of course it is."

The man with the stud ear made an exaggerated movement of twisting his neck: "Little monster. It's fierce."

Under the double comfort of Jiang Fang's determined tone and the witty words of the man with earrings, the team members suddenly felt that the future was hopeful, and their expressions gradually relaxed.

They stood or sat in the apartment, and the man with the earrings even ventured to explore the house.

He entered Nan Zhou's room, searched for a while, and took out Nan Zhou's painting diary.

After turning two pages, he stood on the stairs, saluted Jiang Fang, and sighed: "Boss, it really looks like a person. Look, it can still—"

Jiang Fang put down the already formed pie in his hand.

Because his eyeballs are light in color, when he looks at others without any emotion, it will give people the illusion of freezing.

"Yes, he is not human."

"So, if he kills you because of your stupid behavior of peeking at the diary, I will not save you for the safety of others."

The man with the stud earrings kept silent, hurriedly hugged the diary, fled back to Nan Zhou's room, and obediently put it back in its original place.

Nan Zhou picked two good-looking apples, caught Nan Jixing who was trying to steal his apples, and jumped down from the apple tree belatedly.

He opened the sliding window of the kitchen from the outside, and put two bright red apples by Jiang Fang's hand.

Afterwards, he folded his arms and lay down by the window, carefully watching Jiang Fang's every movement of making the pie.

Jiang Fang looked at his mid-length hair, which had been sifted out of speckles of light, and his blinking, gold-plated eyelashes, and was slightly stunned.

The blood is surging like a tide.

It was the vision that underpinned all his boyhood fantasies about friends.

It is his sun, Xinghe, and his friend Don Quixote who accompanied him to fight against the windmill of life.

It is a dream that entrusts his sense of loneliness and belonging.

Now, he is right in front of his eyes, a distance that can be touched by raising his hand.

Jiang Fang had long thought that his heartbeat would not speed up.

While he was in a daze, he suddenly heard Nan Zhou curiously asking: "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Fang raised his hand and touched his face, only to realize that his eyes, the corners of his mouth, and the tip of his eyebrows were all smiling.

This feeling of being out of control made Jiang Fang feel very uncomfortable.

He quickly restrained his expression to a controllable range, and said gently: "I'm laughing at Pie. Pie doesn't even know how delicious he will be."

To his surprise, Nan Zhou was so coaxing as hell.

He stared at Pie and nodded: "...ah."

They just do it one by one and watch it by the other.

Jiang Fang bit the inside of his lip, trying to control his expression. When adding apples to the pot to make stuffing, he couldn't help but put a little more, and then put a little more.

……

In order to avoid being disturbed by other light charms, the group simply slept in Nanzhou's room.

In the comic world, the protagonist's house is always as big as a mystery, enough for them to settle down.

The others consciously dispersed, arranged for each other, and handed over the matter of "negotiation" to their boss with confidence.

Jiang Fang sat neatly by Nanzhou's desk, pretending that he was here for the first time, but fiddled with the jagged edges of the newly painted jars and vases on the table with his fingertips.

It was nearly midnight, and it was still bright outside.

He glanced out the window and asked, "How do you sleep at night?"

Nan Zhou was opposite, holding a hard-shell diary, glanced at Jiang Fang, and scribbled a few strokes on the paper: "I'm used to it."

Nan Zhou asked, "Why do you care about this?"

Jiang Fang: "Shouldn't it be?"

Nan Zhou thought for a while: "I don't know. No one has ever cared about it."

After discovering the opportunity, Jiang Fang introduced the topic decisively and cautiously: "Then, can we... make friends?"

Nan Zhou paused, imitating his tone: "...'friend'?"

Jiang Fang: "Do you know what a friend is?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes. I know. I read it in the book. Later, some people wanted to make 'friends' with me. But they all wanted to kill me."

Jiang Fang thought of those glaring wounds on Nan Zhou's shoulders and back in the library again, Mei Feng frowned for a moment, and then quickly released it.

Jiang Fang said, "That's not a friend. Let me do it and try."

Nan Zhou continued to paint and paint: "Are those people outside also your friends?"

Jiang Fang rested his arms on the back of the chair and said relaxedly, "That's not a friend, that's a teammate."

Nan Zhou asked seriously: "Is there any difference between a friend and a teammate?"

Jiang Fang put his fingers to his lips: "Well... If my friend, I can take you away and take you to other places."

The pencil in Nan Zhou's hand stopped.

He looked up and asked, "Can you take me away?"

Jiang Fang: "Yes."

Nan Zhou: "Where are we going?"

Jiang Fang said frankly: "Those of us have tried many methods, but we can't get out of this game. Therefore, if we take you out, we will take you on adventures in various dungeons. In short, it is a very dangerous thing."

Nan Zhou's expression didn't change much: "...well."

Jiang Fang laughed: "What does 'uh' mean?"

Nan Zhou put the drawing book on his knees, and said solemnly: "It means agreeing."

Jiang Fang didn't expect it to be so easy.

The draft that had been prepared was instantly invalidated, making him feel that he should say something right away to express his welcome to the new friend.

Nan Zhou transferred the drawing book to the bed, and put the pencil firmly on it: "Then as a 'friend', can I make a suggestion?"

Jiang Fang: "Of course."

Nan Zhou stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Fang's left wrist suddenly, and held his collar with the other hand, pushing him against the wall all the way, raised his left hand high, and slammed it hard against the wall——

Under the violent impact, the shiny dagger poked his head out from between Jiang Fang's cuffs.

——Jiang Fang could firmly hold this dagger in his palm with just a slight shake of his hand.

Nan Zhou looked into Jiang Fang's eyes and lowered his voice: "Don't take a knife. Don't be afraid of me. I'm not that scary."

Jiang Fang was pressed against the wall by him, unable to move, and his breathing also unconsciously became short of breath.

For a moment, the room was silent.

The ups and downs of their Adam's apples were a little violent and out of control.

But in the next second, Jiang Fang shrugged his shoulders and smiled lightly: "I gladly accept it."

Nan Zhou put down his hand, raised his hand to smooth out the folds of the clothes on his chest, then turned back to the side of the bed, and picked up the drawing book again.

Jiang Fang took out the dagger, closed the sheath, put it back into the backpack, and asked casually, "What are you drawing?"

"Draw you."

Nanzhou was unusually honest.

He turned the picture book over and faced Jiang Fang.

In a confessional tone, he said sincerely——

"Draw a friend."

……

Therefore, Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou who was quietly fascinated by holding an apple riddled with holes by his side, and really couldn't figure out why Nan Zhou, who had admitted that he was his friend without any grievances, refused to admit it now. I am a friend.

But looking at Nan Zhou's face, Jiang Fang was sour for a while, and finally let out a soft laugh.

Fortunately, the bonds between people are always as long as the wind.

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