Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

"Don't be so sensitive. I have married your master now, and I have long accepted my fate. I am your master's person in life and your master's ghost in death. Nothing will happen to me." Yang Xianluo

He looked at her very sincerely and said.

"Then you should move faster and don't keep the master waiting." Shu Xiaomei curled her lips and said.

"I really don't know how to cook this earth stove, why don't you come and help me?" Yang Xianluo squatted in front of the stove, raised his head, and looked at Shu Xiaomei for help.

Shu Xiaomei was stunned for a moment, her face became extremely strange, she glared at her and said, "I am a ghost, how can I burn a stove!"

"Why don't you find a ghost who can burn?" Yang Xianluo discussed.

There was really nothing she could do, she was really hungry, she hadn't eaten for a day, and her hands and feet didn't have much strength.

Only when you are full can you have the strength to run away. Even if you can't run away, you can still be a hungry ghost, which is better than a starving ghost.

"There are no ghosts who can make fire. If you can't burn it, don't eat it." Shu Xiaomei said impatiently.

As soon as he finished speaking, there were footsteps at the door. Yang Xianluo looked up and saw the person coming, his scalp was tight, and his eyes couldn't help showing a bit of timidity.

Shu Xiaomei, who was originally arrogant towards Yang Xianluo, immediately became respectful.

He saluted the man standing outside the door and said respectfully, "Master."

The handsome and cold-looking man glanced at Shu Xiaomei indifferently and said coldly, "Get back."

"Yes!" Shu Xiaomei bowed and exited the kitchen.

Now only Wan Bochong and Yang Xianluo are left in the kitchen.

When Yang Xianluo met the cold eyes of the man standing at the door, he immediately lowered his head in fear, and the hand holding the firewood trembled uncontrollably.

"I didn't mean to delay for so long. This earth stove is really difficult to burn." Yang Xianluo said in a low voice.

Hearing the footsteps coming towards her, Yang Xianluo secretly put her hand into her arms. If this fake Wan Bochong dared to attack her, she would stuff all the remaining talismans in her arms into his arms.

In the mouth.

Even if you can't defeat him, you still have to tear off a piece of flesh from his body.

When she dies, she will also turn into a ghost. Then everyone will be a ghost, no one is afraid of whom, or at worst, they will all be gone.

Just when the man walked up to her, she took out the talisman and stood up suddenly, shouting loudly, "Go to hell, you evil ghost."

"Luoluo, it's me." Wan Bochong grabbed both of her wrists with quick eyes and hands, looking at her with a pair of eyes as cold as the bright moon and said.

"Wan Bochong!" Yang Xianluo looked at him blankly and murmured, "You are Wan Bochong, right?"

"That's right, I'm Wan Bochong, Luoluo. I'm sorry for making you scared." Wan Bochong said with distress as he looked at the disgraced girl in front of him.

She reached out and touched Wan Bochong's handsome face. Her nose couldn't help but feel sore, her eyes began to turn red, and she said in a choked voice, "You have warmth on your body, you are not a ghost."

Then he threw himself into Wan Bochong's arms and cried aggrievedly, "Why did you come just now? I'm so scared to be alone in this ghost house, and all my plug-ins are gone. Now I'm just a weak and weak person."

Damn it, any ghost can kill me."

She smeared her tears on Wan Bochong's clothes, burped and continued, "And these ghosts are too much. They played with me like a puppet on strings all day long, and they didn't even give me anything to eat. I'm so scared."

I was starving, so I wanted to go to the kitchen and cook something to fill my stomach, but it turned out to be an earthen stove, and I couldn’t cook it at all.”

The more Yang Xianluo talked, the more aggrieved she became. She sobbed and said, "And the evil ghost who looks exactly like you is still in the wedding room, waiting to kill me!"

"I'm sorry for making Luoluo feel wronged." Wan Bochong wiped the tears on Yang Xianluo's pink cheeks with his hands and coaxed softly, "Luoluo, please stop crying. My heart is broken by crying."

After Yang Xianluo calmed down, she looked at Wan Bochong's wedding clothes and asked with red and swollen eyes, "Why are you wearing a wedding clothes? Could it be that you are also having a ghost marriage with someone?"

"Dark marriage?" Wan Bochong frowned slightly, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"The evil ghost who looks exactly like you is the one who got married to me. During the ceremony, a rooster came to worship me. Then I saw the memorial tablet in the wedding room. At that time, I thought you were dead.

, I couldn't accept it, so I rushed up and smashed the tablet, but I didn't expect that it triggered the mechanism of the secret room."

"What did you find in the secret room?" Wan Bochong looked at her and asked.

"I saw a black coffin, and inside was a man who looked exactly like you." Yang Xianluo said with lingering fear, "At that time, I really thought you were dead. I cried so hard that I wished I could just go with you."

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"How did you find out later that he was not me?" Wan Bochong asked curiously.

"Because there is no love in the way he looks at me, and he also wants my life. If it were you, you would definitely want me to live well, and you would definitely not take my life." Yang Xianluo looked serious.

looked at him and said.

"Not necessarily." Wan Bochong's eyes fell on her face and he said in a deep voice.

"Ah?" Yang Xianluo had a look of astonishment on her little face, and asked in disbelief, "You actually want me to die with you? It's really terrible."

"Luoluo." Wan Bochong said with a self-deprecating smile on his lips, "Actually, I'm not as good as you think. If I really become a ghost after my death, I might want to end you.

Life, let you accompany me, because I don’t want to see you fall into the arms of others. That would be really painful, and it feels like heart-wrenching pain just thinking about it.”

Yang Xianluo was silent for a while and said, "Then you can live longer. I'm still young and don't want to die yet."

Then he thought for a while and continued, "Actually, being a ghost couple is quite fun. At least they have no worries about food and clothing, and there is no pressure to buy a house or a car, and there are no worries about old age. It's not bad to think about it this way."

Wan Bochong looked at the silly girl in front of him and felt completely soft-hearted. He held her tightly in his arms and whispered, "You silly girl, you are so kind, how could I really do this!"

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"Actually, we can both survive at the same time, and one of us doesn't have to die." Yang Xianluo said with her face pressed against the man's strong and generous chest.

Hearing this, Wan Bochong couldn't help laughing, and his chest was vibrating. Yang Xianluo felt the vibration of the man's chest, and couldn't help but feel something strange in his heart. The tips of his ears were red as if they were dripping.

Same as blood.

"Luoluo is right, we both need to live well. I haven't married you yet, so I won't be willing to die like this!"

"Who said I wanted to marry you? I'm just your girlfriend now, but I never said I wanted to marry you!" Yang Xianluo said with a blushing face.