Chapter 145 The Akina Mountain Speed King: Broad shoulders, narrow waist, inverted triangle, poised for explosive growth...
At that time, Jiang Yang's condition left 007 with no extra energy to continue dealing with 003.
After 003 told him that he would get back to him later, he stopped paying attention to the panel.
Now that Jiang Yang is about to "lose his memory," he felt Jiang Yang's steady breathing on his back and hesitated whether to mention it in the group chat.
Initially, he harassed 003 and 008 by sending messages in the group, genuinely intending to win over 003. However, he later approached 008 in front of 003 because they had no way to communicate privately during this trial.
However, it's not entirely true that he had no selfish motives at all.
Five players and five judges, on the surface they are unaware of each other's identities, but Yue's operation is crystal clear. The three of them had already received the notification "secretly" before entering this trial.
As for the remaining two, it's obvious without much thought that they must be Mr. V and Mr. Mirror, who recently joined the bug fixing team.
If Mr. V is the judge of the Hanged Man, then Mr. Huang Er's judge can only be Mr. Mirror or 003.
Huang Erneng attacked Jiang Yang without warning, and 003 would not stand idly by.
Therefore, seeing 003's reply, though expected, gave him a general idea of what was going on.
After thinking it over, he decided to wait until Jiang Yang woke up to see how things went before making any decisions. The most urgent task was to find that "processing plant" as soon as possible.
Although there were still 16 hours left, time was not plentiful in the unpredictable trial. Before setting off, he and 008 discussed and decided to split into two groups.
The ghost motorcycle's engine groaned low, like a tired monster that dared not stop.
Taking advantage of its agility, the monster weaves through narrow alleyways and crevice between collapsed buildings, slipping deeper into the city's filth.
The surrounding air became thick, mixed with an unpleasant smell of rust and some kind of rotten, sweet odor.
007 frowned, glancing in the rearview mirror to see Jiang Yang also frowning uneasily, with a soft cough escaping from his chest.
They've been out for half an hour, but with little success.
The miniature camera could only be used four more times, and he had to rely on his naked eye to make his way through the thick fog the whole way.
So, should we use it once...?
Suddenly, he saw a blurry figure crouching in the middle of the intersection ahead, its shoulders shrugging.
Such NPCs are not uncommon along the way, but this one seems noticeably different.
He held his breath, gripped the handlebars firmly with one hand, and protected Jiang Yang behind him with the other. The motorcycle passed in front of him, crushing the broken glass on the ground with a tooth-grinding cracking sound.
...!
It stood up!
Moreover, behind it, several shadows with the same posture swayed in the mist.
007 saw this scene through the rearview mirror and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
But before he could escape, he discovered that the end of the alley not far away was shrouded in thick fog, the fog swirling and dark, not a single ray of light could be seen.
Behind him, they began to close in step by step, while ahead lay an unsettling unknown. With Jiang Yang in the car, he dared not gamble.
He threw out the Lock of Desire, the chains shooting out to temporarily imprison their approach, but he knew in his heart that this was only a temporary suppression.
The chains of desire are not suitable for large-scale operations; he must find a new way out in this straight alley.
Just then, he noticed an inconspicuous crack in the left wall, behind which seemed to be an abandoned path, crooked and leading to who-knows-where.
There was no time to hesitate any longer.
007 twisted the accelerator sharply, tilting the car and changing direction. Just as the car was about to pass through the crack, he inexplicably looked at the rearview mirror again.
Don't look.
Jiang Yang's calm voice suddenly rang in my ears.
The wind howled in from the other end of the crack, blowing on his back, which was soaked with cold sweat. He snapped back to reality and said with lingering fear, "You're awake."
"Um."
Jiang Yang responded, casually dismissed the pop-up notification on the panel, and glanced back at the entrance they had come in through.
Those creatures weren't brought about by the environment itself, but rather by the motorcycle's rearview mirror. They attracted the driver's attention to the mirror, but since no one was looking, they naturally wouldn't exist.
I just don't know what's at the end of that alley.
The view ahead suddenly opened up, and 007 slowed down, his Adam's apple bobbing as he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't: "You're not..."
The words were left hanging in mid-air when Jiang Yang calmly replied, "I remember you."
More accurately, he remembered the existence of everyone.
Under 007's questioning gaze, Jiang Yang further explained, "The situation is not quite what I thought. I remember each and every one of you, but I don't remember any of our experiences or the connections that built our relationship..."
This means that his memory can only stay at each point, but he cannot connect these points to form a complete picture.
This also caused him to lose all judgment based on experience, and most of his subsequent actions could only rely on his own instincts.
Of course, besides instinct, one can also rely on 007.
After all, the time he sealed his memories was precisely before he confessed his feelings to 007, and the man in front of him even responded to his confession.
Jiang Yang opened his arms again, wrapping them around 007's waist. He placed his hands, one on top of the other, on 007's firm abdomen, feeling the taut muscles in his palms. With a hint of probing, he softly called out, "Husband...?"
The tires screeched to a halt, but that couldn't mask the disbelief trembling in 007's voice: "Yang Yang?"
Jiang Yang couldn't help but have doubts.
Could it be that he misjudged the relationship between the two?
"Wife...?"
He hesitated and then changed his form of address.
No way...
Jiang Yang secretly compared the two people's body sizes.
With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and an inverted triangle shape, his muscles, brimming with explosive power, are wrapped in combat gear and visibly elastic.
It seems... um... not that it's impossible?
"Wife."
He reaffirmed his stance and shouted again, 007 practically grinding his teeth: "Don't shout nonsense."
Jiang Yang seemed to sense a hint of sulking and softened his voice to coax, "Hmm? Wife? Did we have a fight before?"
"If I made you angry, I'll apologize, okay?"
"Wife?"
Provocation! Blatant provocation!
007 was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed. He stopped the car, and Jiang Yang got out as well, still asking gently, "What's wrong, wife?"
After realizing that he was the one above, Jiang Yang's emotional expression suddenly became richer.
He dutifully played the role of a gentle husband, always prioritizing comforting his wife no matter what caused her unhappiness.
But the next second, 007's figure suddenly disappeared from sight.
After a rustling sound, before he could even feel confused, hot breath suddenly sprayed into his ear.
Where he couldn't see, 007 removed his mask, angrily leaned close to his face, and fiercely bit his thin, red lips with his teeth.
Jiang Yang chuckled softly, relaxing her posture a bit, and used her fingertips to lift 007's chin in response to this straightforward, venting kiss.
As he trembled from the kiss, he mumbled between breaths, "My sweet wife...be gentle...don't be angry anymore, okay..."
"You dare!" 007 grabbed his wet, soft tongue and sucked hard, his eyes turning red with anger.
They were eaten until they were completely limp and didn't even realize what was happening.
007 squinted, peering through the gap in her eyelashes at Jiang Yang's dreamy eyes, and down to her lips, glistening with moisture from being kissed.
He didn't correct Jiang Yang's way of addressing him anymore. Instead, he leaned close to Jiang Yang's ear and chuckled softly, "Honey, after the trial, I'll come to see you, okay?"
"Okay, honey."
Jiang Yang responded in a daze, completely unaware of the trap she had stepped into.
Anyway, after calculating it later, 007 called him "husband" a few times today, and they stayed in the room for several hours.
The key issue is that he is not allowed to unlock his memories.
When 007 reappeared, the silver mask had completely concealed all his expressions.
Jiang Yang leaned against the motorcycle, looking down to straighten her disheveled clothes. She looked up at him and saw no displeasure in his eyes at being forcibly kissed.
007 suddenly felt that this wasn't so bad after all. A playful smile curved his lips as he deliberately lingered the long-corrupted term of address between his teeth for a moment before softly uttering it with a hint of mockery: "Husband~"
It feels a bit windy now.
Jiang Yang tilted her head, tossed her hair to clear her mind of those jumbled thoughts, and then cut to the chase: "Where is this trial at?"
007 dropped his joking expression and took out a miniature camera: "We're looking for a place now, but apart from the place we just left, I haven't found anything unusual so far."
Did you take any photos?
"without."
Jiang Yang straightened up briskly: "Let's go then, let's go back and take pictures first."
007 nodded, got into the car, and gestured to him: "Get in."
As he spoke, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his right arm, and blood seeped out from his sleeve. 007 pulled his sleeve down a little and walked back without changing his expression.
The sound of the shutter was exceptionally crisp in the deathly silence of the fog.
As the fog dissipated, a wall was revealed, composed of countless intertwined arms. The arms wriggled within the wall, sensing the presence of living beings, and their fingertips reached out from the wall, frantically scratching at the air.
Jiang Yang put away his camera, took a few steps forward, and subtly shielded 007 behind him.
007 sat on the motorcycle, his feet braced on the ground to stabilize the vehicle, staring at Jiang Yang's back, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
Jiang Yang clearly saw him as someone who needed protection.
"What's on the other side of the wall according to the navigation?"
007 checked the navigation: "It looks like a clock tower square."
Clock Tower...
"Can this wall be broken down?"
"You can give it a try."
007 switched to his left hand, swung the chain and slammed it heavily against the wall. The arm that was hit struggled violently, revealing a gap.
He continued his relentless attack on the breach, limbs flying everywhere. At the same time, Jiang Yang pulled out a short spear and thrust it out. Finally, the two of them worked together to create a passage that was large enough for a person to pass through.
The car was left outside, and the two of them crawled inside one after the other.
There was no fog like that of Wutou City on the Bell Tower Square, and Jiang Yang also keenly noticed the blood constantly seeping from 007's right arm.
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