Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

"No, it's impossible." Qingsheng took a few steps back in panic, shaking his head in disbelief and saying, "This is not true, this is definitely not true."

"After my soul escaped that year, I was going to find you and wanted you to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. I didn't expect that you were also trapped. At that time, I was unable to save you. I only had to use all my divine power to

Trapped in chains."

Yan Huan looked at the pained Qingsheng and said, "The devil who came out of the magic lantern did not dare to kill you because he was afraid of the thunder. He could only trap you in the statue and slowly absorb you."

After all my divine power was exhausted, my soul became extremely weak and fell into a deep sleep attached to this statue."

"I have slept for thousands of years." Yan Huan sighed leisurely and said, "Thanks to Miss Huang Ying, you woke me up from my deep sleep."

Huang Ying suddenly remembered, raised her head and asked, "Did it be my sincere prayers to you that woke you up?"

"Yes, the power of faith is particularly powerful for our gods. It is your devout faith that enabled me to wake up again." Yan Huan said with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"Haha!" Huang Ying scratched her head with some embarrassment and said, "I was really scared at the time. Thank you for your protection. I will be your most devout believer from now on."

"Sister!" Qingsheng rushed forward, holding the legs of the eternal statue tightly with both hands, and said with regret, "I was wrong back then. I shouldn't have shown off my abilities everywhere just to show off.

You have suffered so much, and yet you have misunderstood you for thousands of years, sister, I was wrong, it's all my fault."

"I've felt your sincere apology. It's almost over. Stop crying. Your tears and snot are all on my legs. It's so disgusting." Yan Huan said in a more choked voice.

"Sister, don't worry, I won't let go of either the Queen of Fantasy Country or that devil. I will definitely avenge you." Qingsheng said through gritted teeth.

"No, I just ask you to be well and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. You are no match for that monster."

"Qingsheng has been imprisoned in the statue for thousands of years. His divine power has been exhausted long ago. I'm afraid he won't be able to return to the divine realm." Yang Xianluo said.

"As long as I get back the divine power that I took away, Qingsheng will be able to return to the divine realm."

"I won't leave." Qingsheng hugged Yan Huan's legs and said with red eyes, "If we want to leave, let's go together. I will never go alone. We went to the lower world together, and we will return to the divine world together."

"I only have a remnant of my soul left now. I am clinging to this statue to survive, unable to move at all. If you take me with you, you will be dragging me with you. Moreover, my statue is made of crystal and is fragile. Originally,

He is still alive and well, and if he follows you and is broken into a bag of slag by then, then it is better for me to stay in this Saintess Hall!"

"It's not impossible." Wan Bochong, who had been silent all this time, said coldly.

Everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on Wan Bochong, their eyes full of expectation.

"What can I do?" Yang Xianluo asked curiously.

"We can help her reshape a statue and let her put her soul on the new statue." Wan Bochong replied coldly.

"No, I have exhausted all my efforts to attach myself to this statue, and I no longer have the ability to attach myself to a new statue again." Yan Huan objected.

"What if the statue is made of lightning-struck wood?" Wan Bochong said, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Thunder-Strike Wood?" Yan Huan's eyes lit up, and then he said with disappointment, "How can there be a rare but rare divine object like Thunder-Strike Wood in this place!"

"It really is." Yang Xianluo looked at the long sword in Wan Bochong's hand, stretched out his hand and smiled knowingly, "Give me the sword!"

"This is something you gave me, and I'm really reluctant to part with it." Wan Bochong said with reluctance in his cold eyes.

"I just broke off a little bit, it won't affect anything. I will give you something better in the future." Yang Xianluo smiled and winked.

Wan Bochong just put the long sword in her hand. The originally sharp and bright long sword immediately turned into a jet black fire stick.

"What is this?" Qingsheng said loudly with his eyes wide open in surprise, "Burn the fire stick!"

"That's great." He said to Yang Xianluo with tears in his eyes, "I will definitely keep your kindness to me and my sister in mind. When I regain my supernatural power, I will definitely give you endless wealth."

"After meeting him for so long, you finally said a human word." Yang Xianluo looked at him happily and said.

"This is too expensive, I can't have it." Yan Huan quickly declined.

"Don't be polite to us. This is not given to you in vain. Didn't the Immortal God just say that after he recovers his power, he will give us endless wealth." Yang Xianluo said with a smile.

"The statues made of lightning-strike wood are the most nourishing to the soul. This kindness is so great that it cannot be repaid with just a few common things."

"If you really feel sorry for yourself, just wait until the Immortal God regains his power and then restore those who turned into jackals to their human form." Yang Xianluo said.

"It's natural. It turns out that all the troubles were caused by my unpromising brother. Naturally, I want to do my best to save those innocent people."

Yang Xianluo entered the violent lolita mode and carefully broke off a small piece of lightning wood.

Then he handed the small piece of lightning wood and the fire stick to Wan Bochong, "I'm not good at carving, you can do it!"

"Can I carve this statue?" Qingsheng asked cautiously.

"Are your carving skills very good?" Yang Xianluo asked in surprise.

"Miss Xianluo, let Qingsheng carve my statue. Although he is useless, has a hot temper, and is naive, he is not completely without merit. His carving skills are still very good." Yan Huan had a proud smile in his eyes.

Yi said.

"I really didn't see it. I thought you had no other advantages besides your good-looking face. I didn't expect you to have such a powerful skill." Yang Xianluo handed the lightning strike wood in his hand to Qingsheng and said.

, "I leave it to you to carve your sister's statue. You must carve it properly."

"Even if you don't say it, I will remember it well."

Qingsheng took the lightning strike wood, sat at the feet of the immortal statue, used his divine power to transform into a carving knife, and started carving carefully.

His lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were pious, and every cut he made was done with special care and caution, as if he were carving the most precious treasure in the world.