Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

At night, Yang Xianluo and others sat in the ward quietly waiting for Ji Jian to show up. Wang Quan never returned to the ward, and he didn't know where he went.

His eyes fell on the man holding a sword and leaning against the broken glass wall. With his long legs and narrow waist, his handsome face, and his cold temperament, it was hard not to be moved!

"Host, could you please wipe off your saliva?" Xiao Guo'er said with black lines on her face.

Yang Xianluo's face turned red, and he quickly wiped the corners of his mouth with his hands. It was indeed wet.

"It's so beautiful that I was fooled!" Yang Xianluo quickly looked around and found that everyone's eyes were staring at the corridor, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately no one saw it, otherwise it would be embarrassing and embarrassing.

"

Just after I finished rejoicing, I met Wan Bochong's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

She instantly felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and her whole body exploded.

"Ah ah ah ah, I'm so embarrassed. Find a crack in the ground for me to crawl in!" Yang Xianluo said to Xiao Guo'er almost collapsed.

"Hey, host, can't you be more restrained?" Xiao Guo'er said with a sigh.

"I've been very restrained." Yang Xianluo said frustrated, "But my eyes can't help but glance at him. You can't blame me. Who made him so handsome? If you want to blame him, I have to blame him for being too tall.

He's too ostentatious and always likes to hook me."

Xiao Guoer was simply speechless. She was so lustful and yet she blamed others for being so good-looking. What kind of truth was this?

Suddenly, heavy footsteps came from the corridor. Yang Xianluo's ears twitched, and his face instantly became solemn, "Here we come!"

"Host, I won't delay your fight and retreat first." Xiao Guoer's expression changed and he hid quickly.

Woohoo~~ It is not only afraid of ghosts but also of perverts!

"Damn it, Sister Xianluo, come here and see, this perverted hand has actually grown." When Zhang Zhi saw the intact Ji Jian, he quickly turned to Yang Xianluo and said.

Yang Xianluo's expression changed, and he stepped forward and took a look. Ji Jian's arms had indeed grown out, and even the chainsaw was not damaged at all.

What the hell is this thing that can regenerate a broken arm?

"How can we fight like this!" Zhang Jie said with an ugly expression.

"Since he will still recover the next night after being seriously injured, then kill him." Yang Xianluo said with fierce eyes.

"But isn't Ji Jian unkillable?" Li Baicha said sadly.

"Then cut off his head." Yang Xianluo gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe he can grow back without his head. Zhang Jie, give me a few bottles of potion to replenish his vitality."

"The potion is gone. I gave it all to you last night and I haven't had time to mix it yet."

Wan Bochong stood in front of Yang Xianluo with his sword. Looking at Ji Jian who was walking toward them with a chainsaw and covered in blood, he said coldly, "You and Zhang Zhi find a place to hide.

Give me."

Looking at the tall figure in front of her, Yang Xianluo pulled a cloth belt from his clothes, tied it around the palm of his hand, moved his fingers and said, "How can anyone escape from the battle before they are beaten?

Don't underestimate me."

"Okay, then let's go together." Wan Bochong couldn't help but form a smile on his lips.

"Xianluo, you have to be careful." Zhang Jie looked at her worriedly and said.

"You, Zhang Zhi and the others find a safe place to hide. We will go find you after we deal with Ji Jian."

"Okay, I will prepare the potion to restore your vitality as soon as possible."

Ji Jian turned on the electric saw and cut Yang Xianluo's upper body very quickly.

Yang Xianluo reacted very quickly and took two steps back, and the sharp sawtooth grazed her clothes.

She lowered her head and glanced at the long hole that was torn in her clothes. She was still frightened because the long hole was almost on her skin.

Wan Bochong held the sword against Ji Jian's saw teeth. Yang Xianluo turned on the rampage lolita mode and punched him several times in the face. Each punch was harder than the last, and his facial features were all dented.

Already.

Ji Jian forced Wan Bochong's sword away and prepared to raise the chainsaw to strike at Yang Xianluo, who kept punching him in the face.

Feeling that danger was coming, Yang Xianluo used all his strength to lock his neck tightly from behind, and the sound of broken bones could be heard throughout the corridor.

Taking this opportunity, Wan Bochong took his sword and slashed Ji Jian's limbs very neatly.

Seeing that Ji Jian had lost the ability to move, Yang Xianluo loosened the arms that locked his neck and lay on the ground sweating profusely, gasping for air.

"Are you okay?" Wan Bochong walked up to Yang Xianluo, stretched out his hand and said, "I'll pull you up."

Seeing the slender and beautiful hand stretched out in front of him, Yang Xianluo was stunned for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand and shook it.

Feeling the weak and boneless hand in his palm, Wan Bochong's heart moved slightly. He could wrap such a small hand with just one hand, and he didn't know where he got the strength to subdue the enemy.

After Yang Xianluo was pulled up, he released the violent lolita mode. It was as if the strength in his body had been drained instantly, and his face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

"What's wrong? Your face looks very bad." Wan Bochong frowned slightly.

"It's really hard for you. My face is as swollen as a pig's head. You can tell that I don't look good." Yang Xianluo teased himself and said with a smile, "It's okay. I just used too much force just now and I'm tired. Let's take a rest.

Just one moment and it’ll be fine.”

After saying that, she took her hand out of his, squatted down and looked at the facial features that were dented by her blows on Ji Jian's face, and said with some worry, "I don't know if I can still speak after my face was beaten like this."

Wan Bochong unconsciously closed his fingers, and there was still a warm and delicate touch in his palm. For some reason, when the girl in front of him took her hand out of his palm, he felt a trace of reluctance in his heart. It was really shocking.

People feel strange emotions.

Zhang Jie, Zhang Zhi and Li Baicha took the opportunity to leave while Yang Xianluo and Wan Bochong were fighting with Ji Jian.

But it's not too far away, just on the other side of the corridor.

Although their force was not worth it, they thought in their hearts that if something happened to Wan Bochong and Yang Xianluo, they would risk their lives to save them.

Li Baicha saw Zhang Jie taking out a container and a black magic book from his bag, and asked in surprise, "Are you planning to do this?"

"That's about it. The potion used by Xianluo to replenish vitality was used up last night. I'm going to prepare a few more bottles."

"How do you match it? How about reciting a spell?" Li Baicha asked curiously.

"It's actually very simple. First fill the container with the blood of the person who recited the incantation, and then start reciting the incantation." Zhang Jie took out a dagger from his bag and cut a wound on his wrist.

Seeing the blood flowing down the snow-white wrist into the container, Li Baicha opened his eyes wide, "It turns out those potions are made of your blood."