Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

After Wan Bochong went to the kitchen to wash his hands, he walked to Yang Xianluo and stopped.

"What...what?" She raised her head and looked at the handsome and cold man standing in front of her, and asked nervously.

"Open your mouth and show me if you're burned."

"It's okay. It hurt a little from the burn at first, but my self-healing ability is very good, and I was fine in no time." Yang Qianluo said, suppressing the overly active heartbeat in her chest.

"I have to see it with my own eyes before I can rest assured." The man's voice was clear and cold, with a hint of temptation and sexiness that no one could resist.

Yang Xianluo raised his head slightly, opened his mouth wide at him, and said vaguely, "I told you it's nothing."

The man lifted her chin with his well-joined hands, and his slightly wet fingertips touched her skin, bringing a hint of coolness.

Looking at the man who lowered his head to examine her mouth carefully, Yang Xianluo subconsciously held her breath and did not dare to move.

His handsome and cool facial features magnified infinitely before her eyes, his skin was so clean and delicate that not a single pore could be seen, and she could even clearly see the small white hairs on his face.

The jawline is very smooth and perfect, and the facial features are so delicate that they almost don’t look like a real person.

She couldn't help but think that when the NPC Wan Bochong was modeled, the person who created this game must have spent a lot of effort.

It's just too much of a preference.

Just when she was distracted, a man's cool and pleasant laughter suddenly came to her ears.

"Haha, what are you thinking about? You are so obsessed with it that you even forget to breathe."

Yang Xianluo quickly came to his senses, closed his mouth, turned his head to the side, took a few deep breaths of air, and said with a blush, "You don't care what I think, I said my mouth is fine,

If you don’t believe it, how can I still pretend to be strong?”

"I will always feel uneasy unless I take a look in person." Wan Bochong looked down at the little girl with a red face and smiled.

Hearing this, Yang Xianluo's face burned even more.

"Okay, okay, now that you've made sure that I'm fine, you can sit back and drink porridge quickly. Don't stand in front of me like a door god."

"Would you like me to help you blow the porridge? What if it burns you again?"

"No need." Yang Xianluo looked at the man standing in front of her in shame and said, "I'm not a three-year-old child. How can I be burned a second time after being burned once?"

Seeing that the little girl was indeed angry, Wan Bochong said with a good temper, "I know you are great and will not get burned again, but I still can't help but worry."

Yang Xianluo looked at him inexplicably and said, "You are really weird, you won't be killed by something dirty, right?"

Wan Bochong looked at her dumbfounded and asked, "Why do you think so? Did I treat you badly before?"

"Uh!" Yang Xianluo tilted his head and thought about it carefully and said, "It's not bad, but it's not enthusiastic either. You have an iceberg face all day long, as if someone owes you a lot of money, and you talk the same way.

It’s ice cold.”

"Then the first time you met me, you had a bad impression of me, right?"

"No." Yang Xianluo stirred the porridge unconsciously with a spoon in his hand, recalling the scene when he first met Wan Bochong. In that dark, bloody and fear-filled hall, this man still looked like a teenager.

The first feeling she felt when dressing up was one of stunning, followed by endless loneliness and indifference.

What is itching so much?

Huang Ying opened her eyes drowsily, and saw a snow-white face without any blood appearing in front of her, with long hair falling on her face.

The face slowly revealed a sinister smile and said, "You're awake!"

"Ahhhh~~" Huang Ying suddenly sat up from the bed, picked up a pillow and slapped that face crazily, "There's a ghost, Miss Xianluo, help me, there's a ghost!"

"Sister Huang Ying, it's me, it's me!" the female ghost who was severely beaten shouted quickly.

Hearing the familiar voice, Huang Ying gradually calmed down, and slowly put down the pillow on her hand. Seeing Zhao Qianqian with only one head left, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It turns out it's you, you damn girl is so good

What are you doing here to scare people? It scared me to death."

"I'm a ghost, and I couldn't sleep. I developed a little skill when I was bored." Zhao Qianqian said proudly, "I can separate my head from my body. Don't you think it's really cool? I just want to show it to you.

look."

Huang Ying:······

She didn't want to see this weird skill at all, it was so scary!

"Why don't you show it to Miss Xianluo? You have to show it to me."

Yang Xianluo opened her eyes, sat up from the bed and said, "She is afraid that I will kick her head like a ball."

Zhao Qianqian looked at her resentfully and said, "You still know that you are cruel!"

"So you just pick the weak persimmons and pinch them, right?" Huang Ying stood up from the bed, holding her ears with her hands and said through gritted teeth.

"No, no." Zhao Qianqian quickly begged for mercy, "Sister Huang Ying, I was wrong, just spare me this time!"

"I can spare you." Huang Ying said with a sinister smile on her lips, "You must also scare Zhang Zhi and Li Wei, I can't be scared alone."

"Jiejiejie~~" Zhao Qianqian showed a scary smile and said, "Sister Huang Ying, I think you are right."

"Jie Jie Jie~~" One person and one ghost laughed in a low voice, like two villains who were so bad that their intestines were black.

Looking at these two people with evil smiles on their faces, one person and one ghost, Yang Xianluo couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. These two people who are separated by yin and yang are quite good at playing!

"Sister Xianluo, do you want to come with us?" Huang Ying looked at her excitedly and asked.

After hesitating for a second, Yang Xianluo decisively opened the quilt, got off the bed, and said with a serious face, "Let's go!"

Huang Ying and Zhao Qianqian looked at each other, revealing a tacit smile.

Wan Bochong, who was sleeping on the sofa, heard a noise in the living room, his ears twitched, and he suddenly opened his eyes, the gaze in his eyes as sharp as a knife blade.

When he saw Yang Xianluo's furry little head poking out of the room, the alertness and vigilance in his eyes disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Just as he was about to speak, the little girl with disheveled hair put a finger as white as an onion against her pale pink lips, "Shh!"

He nodded understandingly and saw the two girls walking towards Zhang Zhi's room very excitedly with their heads floating in the air.

After a while, a huge scream came from the room.

"Ahhhh~~There is a ghost!"

Zhang Zhi and Li Wei were so frightened that they ran out of the room barefoot.

Seeing Wan Bochong sitting on the sofa, he hugged him tightly as if he saw a life-saving straw.

"Hahahaha~~"

Yang Xianluo, Huang Ying, and Zhao Qianqian, whose head was floating in the air, laughed so much that they cried when they saw the two grown men Zhang Zhi and Li Wei running away.