Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

Facing Wan Bochong's extremely unfriendly eyes, the man narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile on his lips, "Son of God, I never thought that one day we would meet again."

"Wan Bochong, do you two know each other?" Yang Xianluo asked, looking back and forth between the two of them curiously.

The expression on Wan Bochong's face was as cold as ice shavings. It was probably because the man in front of him was looking at Xiang Xianluo too wantonly, which made him feel very unhappy.

The tone of the answer was a bit stiff, "I don't know."

"Haha, you took my life away with your own hands back then, but now you can calmly say that you don't know me. You are indeed the son of God!" Pharaoh said with a cold look in his eyes.

It turned out that they were enemies, and Yang Xianluo couldn't help but feel relieved. If they were friends, she would be embarrassed to send others back to hell.

Seeing that Wan Bochong was guarding Yang Xianluo behind him, the pharaoh showed a frivolous smile on his handsome face and asked, "Is this your woman? Haha, I didn't expect that the son of God who has no desires or desires could actually

There will also be a day when I fall into the mortal world. This woman of yours is really good-looking and is in line with my wishes. If you dedicate her to me, the previous grudges between us will be wiped out."

"You are looking for death." Wan Bochong picked up the sword and slashed at him. The powerful sword energy directly cut through the Pharaoh's clothes.

The Pharaoh used the ruby ​​scepter to block the demon-killing sword that was coming towards him, and said with a sarcastic smile in his eyes, "Son of God, I haven't seen you for so many years, you have become weak."

Zhang Zhi, Huang Ying and others saw Wan Bochong and Pharaoh fighting, and they cleverly hid in the corner.

Yang Xianluo also retreated silently and found a hidden corner to hide.

"Host, aren't you going to help Wan Bochong?" Xiao Guo'er asked.

"Help, I'm not going to rush forward and fight with real swords and guns. I decided to hide in the corner and fire arrows." Yang Xianluo said with a thief smile.

"I still have five arrows that haven't been shot!" Yang Xianluo took out his sun-shooting bow and said, "This can't be wasted."

Looking at the two men fighting fiercely in front of her, she couldn't help but squint her eyes, put the arrow on the bowstring, and shot out with a whoosh without the Pharaoh paying attention.

Hearing the sound coming from behind, the young Pharaoh showed a sneer on his lips, "Oh, hiding in the dark and making a sneak attack, it's just a cold arrow, what can you do to me?"

After saying that, he used his scepter to block the cold arrows behind him.

Unexpectedly, the arrow that was deflected could be deflected back again.

Looking at the arrow that penetrated his chest, Pharaoh showed a gloomy smile and said, "I didn't expect that your woman has some abilities. I like her even more now."

Hearing this, Yang Xianluo couldn't help but get goosebumps on his body.

There must be something seriously wrong with this man's head. The arrow she shot penetrated his chest, and yet he could still say that he liked her.

She said that resurrection from the dead was unconventional, and that the situation in front of her would have sequelae.

"It's useless for you to like her. She's mine." Wan Bochong quickly swung the sword in his hand and slashed it from the center of his face.

The man leaned back hurriedly, and the sharp sword edge slashed across his handsome face, causing several bloody wounds on the skin on his face.

Blood flowed down his bronze skin, adding a bit of bloody wildness to his handsome face.

Huang Ying, who was hiding aside, couldn't help but feel infatuated when she saw the young and handsome Pharaoh. If she hadn't been in a horror game now, she would have never let him go if she saw such a handsome and animalistic man.

His dignity and savage sexual tension are really heart-warming.

The Pharaoh quickly took several steps back and pulled out the arrow that penetrated his chest with his hand.

The arrow came out first, and when the arrow feathers were taken out of the wound, they were completely stained with blood.

With a clang, the blood-stained arrow was dropped to the ground.

He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Wan Bochong. Just when he was about to say a few harsh words, the bloody arrow flew up from the ground again and quickly hit his chest.

Seeing the arrow that had penetrated into the Pharaoh's chest, Yang Xianluo couldn't help but reveal a big smile on his face.

"This courage is worth it. The sun-shooting bow is indeed a rare treasure. I am very fond of it."

This time, the young Pharaoh was really angry, and his eyes were filled with endless murderous intent.

With an angry look on his face, he pulled out the arrow that had sunk into his chest, and with one hand, he broke the arrow into two pieces and threw it to the ground.

"Seeking death!" He said with a gloomy face, gritted teeth, and an angry expression.

Seeing the pharaoh who was still alive, Yang Xianluo couldn't help but be stunned. His vitality must be too tenacious, and he didn't even die like this.

"Host, the Pharaoh is now a person who has returned from hell to the human world. He must be different from ordinary people. People who are resurrected from the dead may not be real people." Xiao Guoer said.

"You mean he is immortal now?" Yang Xianluo said with his pupils slightly widened.

"This should be."

The young pharaoh held a ruby ​​scepter and whispered incomprehensible incantations.

As the spell fell, the entire pyramid began to shake, and a huge crack opened in the ground.

Red magma surged in the cracks in the ground, and many white bones crawled out of the magma, with the fire of hell still on their bodies.

Wan Bochong swept his sword across the bones, and the extremely strong sword energy cut the bones into pieces.

The bones destroyed one group, and another group crawled out of the magma. Looking at their posture, it seemed as if they were determined to drag Wan Bochong down.

Yang Xianluo, who was hiding in a corner, rubbed his sore hands, pulled out the bowstring, and shot another arrow at the Pharaoh.

"Hey, little beauty, this trick has been used before, it's pointless to use it again." The young Pharaoh didn't even look back, but stretched out his hand to tightly grasp the arrow that was shot at him.

There was a click, and the arrow broke.

"Host, he broke your arrow." Xiao Guoer said with a look of urgency in his eyes.

Yang Xianluo pursed his lips and took a look into the quiver. There were three arrows left.

She took out the three arrows, put them on the bowstring together, pulled the bowstring with all her strength and said, "Unless you have three heads and six arms, I want to see what you can do to catch the three arrows I shot at the same time."

After the arrow left the string, it shot towards the Pharaoh like a ray of light.

The Pharaoh who heard the sound of arrows was very impatient and said, "I have already told you that this kind of trick has no effect on me."

He stretched out his hand to grab the arrow, and just as he was about to break the arrow in his hand, he let out two muffled groans from the corner of his mouth.

The two arrows that followed followed, one pierced between his eyebrows and the other pierced his Adam's apple.