The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The man at the head, in a ginger-yellow middle coat covered with a blue coat, with a jasper hairpin on his hairpin, and a jade flute on his waist, are gentle and gentle.

Behind him stood two beautiful women, the one on the left was graceful and gentle, the one on the right was pretty and innocent, and they looked somewhat similar. The woman on the right stroked her bulging belly, which looked eight or nine months old.

Ren Yifei: ... Yan Fu is not shallow, junior brother.

Just as he was sighing, he saw that the gentle and beautiful woman on the left looked at him with resentment, her eyes were affectionate, and she wanted to talk.

He was stunned, he didn't understand what was going on, the man in the middle had let go of the beauties on both sides and walked over quickly: "Why is my brother's hair loose?"

Saying that, he knelt down on one knee, his fingers naturally brushed the hair scattered on his shoulders, his movements were gentle, the corners of his mouth were smiling, he looked kind, and he had an indescribable intimacy.

Huh?

The first time Ren Yifei encountered such a miraculous thing, he was shocked and didn't have time to refuse.

The junior brother mentioned in the resume is a gentle man. At least when he looked at Ren Yifei, his eyes seemed so focused and affectionate, as if they were still brothers.

It seems to be closer than the brother - a little bit.

And the eyes of the beautiful woman before became more and more sad and sharp.

The question is, who is it, who is green?

Ren Yifei turned sideways to avoid and blocked the hand of the host of the banquet with his fan. His expression was still cold, and he wished to write three words on his face: Don't touch me.

The younger brother, Qinghong, had a smile on his face, but he didn't let go.

Ren Yifei took advantage of the situation to change his sitting position, and replaced the Xun sitting with the squatting sitting.

When sitting, the legs are arched and the body is slanted. The ancients felt that such a sitting posture was arrogant and no one else, but with the loose hair, it felt free and easy.

He relieved the pressure caused by Qinghong by changing his sitting position, and said coldly, "You want to be a servant boy with my hair tied?"

"Senior brother likes it, why not be a servant boy?" Junior brother Qinghong said in a low voice, his eyes focused on him, but his fingers gently brushed the ends of his hair from top to bottom.

The black silk-like hair was incredibly soft, and his fingers ran through it without any resistance.

The dungeon is given to the player's character, but the feeling is really the player's own. Ren Yifei felt the tingling sensation of combing his hair, and looked directly at the other party, intending to find some clues in his eyes.

This is at best the harassment action didn't cause him any trouble. Actors don't need too much unnecessary shame when acting, and it's not that he hasn't filmed passionate scenes.

What he is worried about is 'how to position the relationship between the brothers and sisters'. This basic positioning determines his future adjustment direction.

On the way here, he thought it was just a simple incident of 'fellowship between brothers and sisters'.

The resume is really 'Jane', and the key point is not mentioned, even if it is mentioned, what about the emotional line?

With so many demons present, there are only two people who may really have a relationship with He Jun, the master of the banquet, the junior brother Qinghong, and the wife of the banquet, the wife of the junior brother.

Because the left is respected, so the beauty on the left should be the main room of the younger brother?

The host of the banquet was Junior Brother He Jun, and also a powerful and powerful demon, otherwise, he would not have invited so many powerful demons. There is a saying that the level of your friends can prove your level.

Therefore, there is no doubt that the host of the banquet is a big demon.

The big demon's wife is now looking at He Jun with undisguised admiration, and the big demon's first reaction was to flirt with his senior brother He Jun?

Don't say that hair pulling is not flirting, even if it is not flirting, it is definitely called flirting.

Junior brother molesting senior brother? Junior brother's wife still loves senior brother? Husband and wife are the same - people green each other?

Could it be that I still have a heartthrob script?

Ren Yifei thought about the loss of three drops of blood from the original owner a hundred years ago.

Ah, it's not that simple.

Ren Yifei pressed the opponent's wrist: "Aren't you afraid of being laughed at when you say this?"

"Senior brother doesn't laugh, no one dares to laugh." The host of the banquet raised his head and looked at the demons watching the fun.

The other people at the banquet were secretly staring at this place, and they wondered why their brother's relationship was not as good as rumored. - Seeing him turn his head, he continued to frolic as if nothing had happened.

Can't afford to provoke any of them, it's scattered.

Ren Yifei grabbed the opponent's wrist - twisted it, and threw it out, but his face was neither angry nor happy, very calm: "Don't delay your entertaining guests."

After being thrown out like trash, this man was not angry, and still looked at him so intently: "I listen to my senior brother. ... I'll talk to my senior brother in detail later."

Saying that, he stood up and walked to the stage.

From start to finish, the two ladies he brought with him—looked straight at them.

- One has a complicated expression but hesitant to say anything, the other is touching his stomach with a smile that is not a smile.

Junior brother Qinghong stepped onto the stage, and the sound at the banquet stopped automatically.

"I am very happy that you can come to the banquet. This banquet is for viewing flowers. Everyone knows that there are many flowers and trees under my banner. Spring is a good time for bees and butterflies to wear flowers and pollinate."

He paused for a moment, and the demon below showed a tacit expression.

Most of the demons who turn into flowers and trees are beautiful women, they can be male or female, they can be beautiful and luxurious, and this one wears flowers to pollinate... Hehehe.

"Second," he continued, his eyes passing Ren Yifei intentionally or unintentionally, "My son will be born in a few days. After he is born, there will be a grander banquet here."

The players at the banquet acted and drank and drank, and other players who were not eligible to attend the banquet were tremblingly exploring the dungeon.

Few of the players who climbed to the mid-end are waiting for the dungeon. They either use props or go out on their own, each with their own tricks. In short, they won't really sleep in the room.

These players walked out of the room. If they had companions, they would find their companions first. If they had no companions, they would go out alone in full armor.

The eight immortals of the players crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers, when the courtyard was very lively.

They are all old players, and it didn't take long for them to feel that something was wrong.

No one was moving around was secondary, mainly because there was a problem with the direction, which was completely different from the route they explored during the day. There was no way to go back after that.

- Some players are stuck in strange places like this, and they also feel that there is something peeping at them from the shadows.

"Here we walked," the fox demon player pointed to a scratch, "Look at this, the mark we left before."

These are two players in a team. They may have come in together. They seem to have a very tacit understanding and trust each other. They were back to back, one forward and one backward, changing directions at any time, always alert to possible attacks.

His companion is a leopard demon, his tail is swaying, and his hands are carefully feeling the feeling from the wall: "This corridor is strange. Listen..."

The fox demon player put his ear against the wall, and he heard a strange sound, a very slight sound, on average, once per second, very regularly.

Goo-dong, goo-dong.

"What's that sound?" he asked his companion.

The Leopard Demon player was about to speak when suddenly the floor under his feet moved. It became limp, rhythmic surges and spasms. Even the walls on both sides moved, - wave - wave rolling.

"What is this?" The fox demon player shook the sticky stuff on his hands. He was just unsteady leaning against the wall, not wanting to get on—sticky stuff on his hands.

They noticed that the floor and walls were secreting a sticky liquid that felt numb and painful when touched, and the skin of the fingers even started to blister and fester.

The two looked at each other and immediately wiped the mucus from their hands onto their clothes.

"Come on, something is wrong here." They made a decisive decision and ran towards the front.

The corridor trembled more and more mucus was secreted. No matter how good the player's sense of balance was, he couldn't control the slippage under his feet at this time.

Because of the writhing soft ground and the slippery mucus on the ground, the two almost fell after just two steps. Before they could finish walking the first ten meters, the entire space tumbled upside down.

The two players slid back uncontrollably.

The corridor wriggled like a living thing, and it began to secrete mucus from all sides, and the mucus collected under the feet, not over the upper of the shoe.

The player is like a small bug that has fallen into the pitcher plant, no matter how hard they struggle, they still slide backward uncontrollably.

"Dagger! Quick!"

Slowly, the wall and the ground are connected into one piece, the texture on the wall and the texture on the floor disappear, the oil lamp slowly disappears, and the whole corridor presents the most realistic appearance.

It was a flesh-colored circular tube with many capillaries and tiny tentacles secreting a sweet-smelling digestive juice.

The two players who used props to pierce the wall of the tube and paused the slide down were shocked: "Could it be that we... are in the monster's esophagus? Ah-"

In these few seconds, the clothes and skin that were stained with mucus began to melt, like mud dissolving in the water, and the player felt a burning pain in the skin.

"What should we do now?"

"I'll try." The fox demon player - holding the dagger in one hand to support his body, - stretched out his hand, and his palm turned into a ball of flame.

The golden orange flame, with a temperature of more than a thousand degrees, almost burned the skin to black when it touched the wall of the tube.

Damaged pipe walls tumbled even more.

"what!"

A thick tentacle suddenly stretched out from the dark place behind him, and wrapped around the leopard demon player, pulling him violently, pulling him who hadn't reacted yet.

The fox demon player reached out to catch the leopard demon player, but it was too late.

"Save me!" The leopard demon player's terrified cry and body disappeared into the darkness.

The fox demon player has no time to be sad, he is too busy to take care of himself at the moment, the mucus on the wall of the tube is creaked by him, and more tentacles stretch out, wrapping his arms and body.

The tentacles were extremely powerful, and the fox demon player struggled desperately, but was pulled off.

"no no--"

Another figure slid down, the flames still burning at the wrist, with disbelief and despair in his eyes.

The pipe rolls—down, like swallowing—a thing.

After three or four seconds, the pipe returned to look like a long corridor, the oil lamps on both sides were still glowing, and only the player disappeared.

The players at the banquet did not know the tragic experience of other players, and they were still digesting what the banquet owner had just said.

The title of the dungeon is an important clue. This dungeon is called the Spring Banquet, so the purpose of this banquet is also an important clue.

Seeing that it was almost time, Mrs. Side with a bulging belly called the little old man, and ordered it like this.

- After a while, the maids filed in, all of them - holding them in their right hands and holding up in their left hands - square plates with various foods on them.

It's time to start serving.

I thought that the banquet of the monsters should be painted in the style of the meat with blood on the plates, and the brains directly obtained from the bowls, but the things turned out to be very good.

The meat with bones is cut into pieces and placed on the left side of the small square table, the pure meat without bones is placed on the right side, there are four or five kinds of dipping sauces in the middle, and there are also bowls of broth on the right side. There are also washed fruit, silver jugs and glasses, etc.

Overall it is rich.

It's just that the ingredients are wrong, and the faces of several players are green. They reluctantly ate a few fruits, and other meats would not be touched unless they had to.

This is all human flesh, and there are even whole palms that are boneless and cut like chicken feet.

The little old man with beak on the side also smiled and said that these ingredients are all fresh, and I hope the guests like it.

Isn't it fresh? It was a live player not long ago.

If they are not veteran players who have experienced a lot of battles, who rolled out of the pile of dead people, they would vomit the first time they saw these things, maybe they would be exposed immediately, and they would become a source of ingredients.

The same ingredients also came to Ren Yifei, and his eyebrows were wrinkled.

He Jun doesn't eat red meat. It's impossible for his junior brother to not know about this. Is this deliberately stimulating him?

"Why doesn't He Jun eat?" The lady side of the host of the banquet took the lead in attacking. She touched Ren Yifei with her hand and looked at Ren Yifei with a smile on her face.

The author has something to say: Ah Fei: I really got the wrong script.

Doubt life.