Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

The hands that stretched out from the earth paused for a moment, and then quickly retracted as if they were very frightened.

Yang Xianluo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that this threat would actually be useful.

"Young mistress, now that you have admired the flowers in the garden enough, come with me to the kitchen. The young master specially asked the slave to watch you!" Miss Shu said quietly, standing in the corridor.

"Then please lead the way." Yang Xianluo climbed up from the ground awkwardly, patted the dirt on his body with his hands and said with a smile.

"Young lady, you're welcome!" Shu Xiaomei said with a sinister smile, "It's easy to go on the road when you're full."

It was simply too inconsistent to speak such vicious words against Xiaomei Shu's innocent and lovely face.

Wax tears dripped down the red candle, the firelight swayed, and the whole room became flickering.

The bride sitting on the bed was covered with a red wedding handkerchief, and her red-made-up face under the wedding handkerchief was full of shy joy.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't even wait for the groom to come over and lift the kerchief from her head.

Her white and delicate hands tightly grasped the dress on her body. The bride suppressed her shame and said, "Husband, why don't you come over and open my wedding dress?"

Wan Bochong was dressed in a wedding dress and picked up the demon-killing sword that had turned into a fire stick on the table.

As soon as he held the demon-killing sword in his hand, the originally simple fire stick turned into a sharp long sword.

The blade of the sword was pressed against the bride's neck. Wan Bochong's eyes were filled with chills and he asked in a cold voice, "Who are you? What is this place? Where did you take Yang Xianluo?"

A chuckle came from under the wedding dress, and the bride opened her wedding dress. She had light eyebrows and phoenix eyes, with an attractive fleshy bead on her petal-like lips, and a pitiful mole under her eyes, matching her wedding dress.

, so beautiful that people can’t help but feel excited.

Seeing the woman sitting on the bed, Wan Bochong was stunned and asked blankly, "Luo Luo, how could it be you?"

"I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect the surprise to turn into a shock." Yang Xianluo looked at him complainingly and scolded, "You scared me if you didn't take the sword away quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Bochong's obsessed eyes instantly turned cold. He pressed his sword against Yang Xianluo's neck and said coldly, "You are not Luoluo, who are you?"

The woman in wedding clothes said in a panic, "I am Yang Xianluo, Bo Chong, don't you recognize me?"

"If you are really Luo Luo, I put the sword on your neck, and your first words are Wan Bochong, do you want to die? How dare you put the sword on my neck, instead of like you

She is so gentle, and it is even more impossible for her to say such words that scare me." Wan Bochong pressed the sword a little deeper into her neck, and said with a chill all over his body, "Who are you, and where is she, Luoluo?

?”

Blood flowed from her white neck, and the fake Yang Xianluo said with a proud smile, "Your Luoluo has now held a ghost marriage with our master and has become his bride. At this moment, he has probably been killed by his master."

End your life with your own hands!"

"Damn it." Wan Bochong's eyes were red, his whole body was full of evil spirits, and the veins in the hand holding the sword bulged.

He cut off the fake Yang Xianluo's head without any mercy.

The scene around him changed, and he seemed to have sunk into the bottom of the water. Countless hands pulled his body tightly, refusing to let him leave.

"Wan Bochong." Those resentful voices sounded in his ears, "Hurry up and come down with us. We all died because of the game you developed. Why can you still live well? Die with us!"

"Wan Bochong, don't you feel guilty for killing us? Come down quickly and accompany us!"

"Come down and apologize to us, Wan Bochong, what qualifications do you have to live? Die quickly!"

After hearing what these resentful spirits said, Wan Bochong slowly gave up his struggle and slowly closed his eyes.

"Yes, so many people have died, why can he still be alive? He is the one who deserves to die the most."

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, Yang Xianluo's beautiful face suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Wan Bochong, where are you? Come and save me." Yang Xianluo shouted to him with a look of helplessness and fear in his eyes, "Wan Bochong, come and save me."

Wan Bochong, who was gradually sinking, suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the demon-killing sword, cut off all the hands holding his body, and paddled his limbs upstream quickly.

Luoluo is still waiting for his rescue, he can't die here.

"Wow"

Wan Bochong stuck his head out of the water and found that he was now in a garden. The garden was full of bright red Bianhua flowers, and there was a circle of locust trees planted around it.

He had seen this garden before. When he was pushed into the wedding room, he passed by it. It was the garden in front of the wedding room.

He was clearly in the wedding room just now, why did he suddenly come to this garden?

Suddenly, his eyes focused on one place, and he climbed out of the pool suddenly, went to the flowers on the other side, bent down and picked up the red shoes with soil on the ground.

The size of this shoe is exactly the same as Yang Xianluo's.

He raised his head again and carefully observed the surrounding environment. When he saw the nailed-down window outside the wedding room, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although this house is exactly the same as the house he just stayed in, it is not the house he just stayed in. When he remarried, the windows of the wedding room were not nailed shut at all.

Luoluo must be in this house!

He moved his gaze to the pool that looked like stagnant water. It seemed that this pool was the medium connecting the houses on both sides.

Yang Xianluo sat in front of the stove, holding firewood to light the fire with a gray face.

It took a long time to light the fire, but the stove didn't even start to burn.

Shu Xiaomei, who was standing aside to monitor her, said impatiently, "You've been lighting the fire for half an hour, and the stove hasn't even started to burn. Don't you want to die and are deliberately killing time?"

"Who wants to die well when they can just survive!" Yang Xianluo complained silently in his heart.

"I really didn't mean it." She looked at Xiaomei Shu aggrievedly and said, "I always use natural gas for cooking. I have never used such a primitive stove. I am a bit incompetent. Can you do it with me?

A gas stove?"

"You think it's beautiful. You thought it was in modern times. This is an ancient courtyard. How could there be such a thing as a gas stove?

Hearing this, Yang Xianluo's eyes lit up, and she looked at Miss Shu excitedly and said, "Little sister, since you know about gas stoves, you must still remember me. I am your sister Xianluo!"

"Ha!" Shu Xiaomei sneered, "Don't think about having a relationship with me. You have already held a ghost marriage with the young master, and you are already dead."

Seeing Shu Xiaomei's cold eyes, Yang Xianluo felt disappointed and sighed silently. The little sister she knew was no longer the little sister she knew. She has now completely turned into a villain who only knows how to be loyal to the fake Wan Bochong.

ghost.