Fucking Beauty In Escape Game

"What do you think we are here for?" Duan Zhen asked calmly, not knowing what happened to the memory in his mind.

Li Xi tilted his head, and said casually: "Come to kill me?"

Duan Zhen shook his head: "No, we are here to save you."

"Come to save me?" Li Xi was startled: "I didn't expect someone to want me to live... What kind of power do you come from?"

Duan Zhen silently shook his head.

Li Xi thought he didn't want to talk, and didn't ask any more questions, but asked with great interest: "What do you decide to do?"

"The situation here is different from what we imagined." Duan Zhen said, and asked him again: "You should also be aware of the abnormality here, is there a way to leave?"

Li Xi clicked his tongue: "I don't know exactly how, it's probably an illusion... But that fellow Hewlett actually got involved, did he come to see my joke?"

His voice was very low in the second half of the sentence, but Duan Zhen still got the general idea, and his pupils shrank slightly: "Isn't the Hewlett you're talking about your brother?"

"You are an ordinary person, why are you so good at hearing." Li Xi looked at him wonderingly: "The strength is also ridiculous."

"Natural." Duan Zhen said.

"...All right." Li Xi didn't pursue too much: "You don't know Hewlett, so you must know who I am, right?"

"I don't know." Duan Zhen said calmly, "We just see you trapped here and want to rescue you."

As if surprised by his answer, Li Xi's eyes suddenly opened wide.

But this confused and surprised expression only appeared on his face for a second, the next moment, the young man laughed so hard that he fell on the bed, out of breath, and Duan Zhen was even afraid that he would twitch from laughing too hard.

"You came to save me without knowing anything, do you think I will believe your words?" After a while, Li Xi stopped, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was still trembling: "You are not afraid that I will kill you!" about you?"

"You won't." Duan Zhen said, he stared straight at Li Xi: "Although I just met you, I don't think you would do such a thing."

"Relying on my actions during the day?" Li Xi raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his face, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes: "I've long since disappeared."

He didn't continue talking about it, but changed the subject: "Let's talk about something else."

Duan Zhen said frankly: "Do you have a way to get out from here?"

"I'm starting to like you now." Li Xi chuckled twice, but didn't answer his question: "There's nothing we can do for now, let's take a step and see, it's time to sleep now."

Li Xi yawned and waved his hand towards Duan Zhen: "You can go to the cubicle or find a place to sleep."

He fell down on the big bed, staring at the bed curtain, and murmured: "It's really nostalgic..."

Duan Zhen went back to the cubicle and sat on the bed to sort out his thoughts.

It can be confirmed now that Li Xi has two copies of the altered memory. According to Li Xi, what they experienced during the day was what Lance had experienced. In fact, Lance was just trapped in this illusion and experienced these things again. The purpose of the behind-the-scenes was to kill him.

For Lance, this is the best explanation, but for the tasker, there must be another secret.

Moreover, Li Xi's words about Hewlett also made him very concerned.

Duan Zhen only slept for two hours in the early morning, and at around five o'clock in the morning, he heard a very soft sound from outside, which seemed to be the servants of the mansion getting up to start their day's work.

This illusion may be a cycle, Duan Zhen thought, he sat on the bed for a while, and only walked out when he heard Li Xi sitting up.

"According to the progress, this illusion should last for a few days." Li Xi sat on the bed with his eyes squinted, his hair was messed up from sleep, and a dull hair was raised up, shaking his head from side to side with his movements: "This You can continue to be my follower for a few days."

He rubbed his eyes, gave himself a cleansing magic, turned his head to look at Duan Zhen, raised his hand and gave him one too.

Duan Zhen felt refreshed and slightly surprised.

"Cleaning magic is a must-have spell for mages who stay at home every day." Li Xi said lazily, waving at him: "My magic power is limited, and I'm tired after using two spells. Come here and help me change my clothes." .”

This is different from the way he paid attention to his appearance at that moment yesterday. Duan Zhen walked over silently, pulled him up from the bed, helped him change his clothes, and asked at the same time: "I thought about it last night, the name Hewlett sounds familiar. , seems to be...the devil?"

He spoke hesitantly, as if in doubt.

Li Xi looked down at him, with a smile in his eyes: "Then you are not considered ignorant."

Duan Zhen's breathing became disordered for a moment.

"I believe you don't know anything anymore." Li Xi approached him with a smile on his lips: "Otherwise you should have realized the identity of the person in front of you as soon as you heard my name."

Duan Zhen's eyes darkened: "Lance Philot?"

"That was my previous name." Li Xi said with a smile: "I changed my name later, and now I am Lance Senafir Philot."

Although he was smiling all the time on the surface, his eyes were fixed on Duan Zhen.

Duan Zhen's pupils shrank.

Li Xi tilted his head: "It seems that you have heard of this name...is it Senafel?"

He sighed: "A gem is more famous than me, and what I, the devil, failed too much."

Duan Zhen didn't speak, his brain was running fast.

Hewlett's world is actually Senafel's memory, and the person acting as Senafel here is Li Xi. He couldn't help but began to wonder whether this matter would attract the attention of the Demon King.

Could it be that Hewlett who appeared before is the real devil? Or is this just Senafel's memory.

Seeing that he has been silent, Li Xi tilted his head and understood: "Do you regret coming to save me? That's right, the world is expecting me to die, so why would they come to save me?"

He said so in his mouth, but the expression on his face was slightly lonely.

"No, I want to save you." Duan Zhen said immediately.

Even from a rational point of view, Duan Zhen can find countless reasons to help Li Xi. But emotionally, the words he blurted out were more because he saw the loneliness of the other party.

This kind of expression shouldn't appear on Li Xi.

"Why did you become the devil?" He couldn't help asking again.

"Be patient, you'll know." Li Xi blinked at him, and then stretched out his voice: "I've been standing for a long time, help me change my clothes, I'm tired."

"Okay." With the experience of helping Li Xi change his pajamas last time, Duan Zhen is very proficient this time, except that he still looks away when taking off Li Xi's pants, and there is no panic.

The two of them went out together, Li Xi waved to the housekeeper: "Where's Hewlett?"

The butler was stunned: "Your Excellency Lance, there is no one named Hewlett in the mansion."

"I see." Li Xi nodded casually, without any look of surprise.

Duan Zhen stood behind him silently, and waited for the housekeeper to leave before whispering: "What do we need to do next?"

"Let it be." Li Xi rubbed his temples, thoughtfully: "But I always feel that I have forgotten something."

He pondered for a moment: "Forget it, it shouldn't matter if you forget, let's go out, isn't your companion still outside?"

"Yes." Duan Zhen nodded.

"Let's go." Li Xi took his hand, paused, and turned to stare at the clasped hands suspiciously.

Why is his movement so skillful? Li Xi doesn't remember that she has the habit of pulling strangers casually.

Duan Zhen asked him back: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Li Xi was thoughtful, but he didn't let go of him. Instead, he held onto his palm even more tightly, and rubbed it with his fingertips from time to time.

Duan Zhen withdrew his hand silently.

Li Xi glanced at him and couldn't help laughing: "Why do you have the expression of being molested?"

He said this without any guilt, as if the person who was still touching the opponent's hand was not himself.