after an hour.

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

During the month they were inexplicably trapped in the game, they lived off the food stored in their backpacks.

Jiang Fang has a bit of a collecting habit.

Leaving a blank space in the list of achievements was enough to make him awkward.

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

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

Nan Zhou squatted beside the counter, rolling the mangoes on the table curiously while asking seriously: "If you use fruit to cook, will it be delicious?"

"Hmm." Jiang Fang, wearing the Nanzhou family's apron, said gently, "If the oven at home can still be used."

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

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

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

Nanzhou nodded, hugged the end of his hair, and shook Nanjixing, took off his slippers at the entrance, turned around 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, so they took this opportunity to take them out for maintenance and wipe them.

Only Jiang Fang lowered his head, carefully handling the mango peel and putting the ingredients for the fruit pie on the plate one by one.

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

"What can we do? Of course we will kill him."

Another male team member with earrings lowered his voice and said softly: "I have read a lot of tips on the forum about clearing the copy of "Eternal Day". This boss is very awesome. If we have to fight him with real swords and guns, how can we do it?"

You may not be able to kill it personally. So you have to find a way to get close to it first, build a good relationship with it, and then kill it. If you kill it, you can pass the level."

As he spoke, he turned his face as eager as a sunflower to Jiang Fang: "Yes, boss."

The kitchen knife in Jiang Fang's hand fell on the chopping board with a sound, even and steady.

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

The overly bright white light outside the window swallowed up all the colors, leaving only a colorful halo on the glass, and the visibility was less than 10 meters.

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

When he raised his head, he could see a pair of long legs dangling from the branches when Nan Zhou stepped on them 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. Are there any other instructions?"

When Jiang Fang spoke, there was always a smile on his lips.

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

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

Song Haining only believed in Jiang Fang with all her heart and eyes, and focused on him: "Boss, what are your plans?"

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

Others could not help but hold their breath and concentrate, intending to memorize every step of Jiang Fang's plan and implement it strictly.

The same thing they did when they narrowly escaped death countless times in the past month.

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

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

"I'll take him away."

"Varied……"

Song Haining suddenly stood up from the chair, 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, indicating her inner uneasiness.

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

……storehouse?

Song Haining reacted and immediately understood 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, and he couldn't suppress his chatterbox, "Boss, you are awesome."

Jiang Fang's eyebrows were lowered, noncommittal.

Song Haining was still a little uneasy: "Can living animals be stored in the warehouse? What if something happens when he is put in..."

Jiang Fang didn't want to tell them what he had brought Nanjixing in, nor did he want them to know his special preference for Nanzhou.

To be honest, apart from affecting the stability of the team, there are no unnecessary benefits.

Jiang Fang said: "Not sure."

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

Jiang Fang paused and then said: "...if he gets out alive, you all should be kind to him."

"Of course."

The man with earrings made an exaggerated twisting of his neck: "Little monster. He's so fierce."

Under the double reassurance of Jiang Fang's determined tone and the earring man's wisecracks, the team members suddenly felt that there was hope for the future, and their expressions gradually relaxed.

They were standing and sitting in the apartment, and the man with the earrings even boldly explored the house.

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

After turning two pages, he stood on the stairs, raised his eyebrows at Jiang Fang, and sighed: "Boss, it really looks like a person. Look, it can also -"

Jiang Fang put down the pie that had been formed in his hand.

Because his eyes are light in color, when he looks at others without emotion, he gives people the illusion of being frozen.

"Yes, he is not a human being."

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

The man with the earrings remained silent, hurriedly holding the diary in his arms, fled back to Nanzhou's room, and put it back in its original place.

Nanzhou picked two good-looking apples, and caught Nanjixing who was trying to steal his apples, and then he jumped down from the apple tree.

He opened the sliding window of the kitchen from the outside and placed two bright red apples next to Jiang Fang.

Afterwards, he folded his arms and lay down by the window, carefully observing every move Jiang Fang made while making the pies.

Jiang Fang was slightly stunned as he looked at his mid-length hair, which was covered with light, and his eyelashes that were covered with gold while he blinked lowly.

The blood surges like a tide.

It was the illusion that underpinned all the fantasies he had about friends in his boyhood.

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

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

Now, he was right in front of him, within reach of him if he raised his hand.

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

In his daze, he suddenly heard Nan Zhou curiously ask: "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Fang raised his hand and touched his face, and then he realized that his eyes, the corners of his mouth, and the tips of his eyebrows were all smiling.

This feeling of losing control made Jiang Fang feel very uncomfortable.

He quickly reduced his expression to a controllable range and said gently: "I'm laughing at the pie. I don't even know how delicious the pie will be."

What slightly surprised him was that Nanzhou was so coaxable.

He stared at the pie and nodded: "...ah."

One of them was doing it and the other was watching.

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

…

In order to avoid being disturbed by other lights, the group simply slept in Nanzhou's house.

In the comic book world, the protagonist's house is always mysteriously big enough for them to stay.

The others dispersed voluntarily, settled in their respective places, and left the matter of "negotiation" to their boss with confidence.

Jiang Fang sat politely beside Nan Zhou's desk, pretending that it was his first time here, while his fingertips were playing with the jagged edges of the newly painted jars and vases on the table.

It was almost midnight and it was still bright outside.

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

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

Nanzhou asked: "Why do you care about this?"

Jiang Fang: "Shouldn't it?"

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

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

Nanzhou paused for a moment and imitated his tone: "...'friend'?"

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

Nan Zhou: "Yeah. 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 again of the dazzling wounds on Nan Zhou's shoulders and back in the library, and frowned for a moment, then quickly released them.

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

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

Jiang Fang put his arms on the back of the chair and said relaxedly: "Those are not friends, those are teammates."

Nanzhou asked seriously: "What's the difference between friends and teammates?"

Jiang Fang put his finger to his lips: "Well... as a 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: "Yeah."

Nan Zhou: “Where will we go?”

Jiang Fang said frankly: "Those of us have tried many methods, but we can't get out of this game. So, if I take you out, I 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 'um' mean?"

Nanzhou put the drawing book on his knees and said solemnly: "It means I agreed."

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

The manuscript he had prepared was immediately invalidated, making him feel that he should say something immediately to express his welcome to the new friend.

Nan Zhou moved the drawing book to the bed and placed the pencil firmly on it: "As a 'friend', can I make a suggestion?"

Jiang Fang: "Of course."

Nan Zhou stepped forward, suddenly grabbed Jiang Fang's left wrist, held his collar with the other hand, pushed him up the wall, raised his left hand high, and hit the wall hard——

The shiny dagger tip poked out from Jiang Fang's sleeves under the violent impact.

——As long as Jiang Fang shook his hand slightly, he could hold this dagger firmly in his palm.

Nan Zhou looked into Jiang Fang's eyes and lowered his voice: "Don't take the 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 became rapid involuntarily.

For a moment, there was silence in the room.

The fluctuations in the Adam's apple of both of them were a little violent and out of control.

But the next second, Jiang Fang shrugged, and Yun Danfeng laughed softly: "I accept it gladly."

Nanzhou put down his hand, raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles on his chest, then returned 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 his backpack, and asked casually: "What are you drawing?"

"Draw you."

Nanzhou is unusually honest.

He turned the drawing book over and faced Jiang Fang.

He said sincerely in a confessional tone——

"Draw friends."

…

Therefore, Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou, who was quietly lost in thought with an apple riddled with holes beside him, and really couldn't figure out why Nan Zhou, who had admitted that he was his friend without any grudge, still refused to admit it now.

He is a friend.

But looking at Nan Zhou's face, Jiang Fang felt sour for a while, and finally laughed softly.
Chapter completed!