The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

After that, the two sisters exchanged a few more words, but Ren Yifei's heart was not on it. He thought about this critical time a hundred years ago.

The younger sister, Huali, was picked up a hundred years ago.

Such a coincidence? It was the time when the original owner was trapped and had to retreat.

He recalled a short line about a hundred years ago on his resume.

In front of it is the date, a certain year, which is equivalent to how many years in the Gregorian calendar. After that, it is very simple to explain that the younger brother Qinghong brought wine, and the two drank it until they were very drunk.

After finding it, I didn't say anything about it, that is to say, the two broke up, and the original owner went back to retreat. Just after coming out, he received an invitation letter for this banquet.

"Shuanglian, the flower on her head." Ren Yifei paced the room.

"Senior brother, you shouldn't come." He remembered the secret voice transmission of the first lady. After they meet again, what does she want to tell him? Does this have anything to do with the three drops of blood that the original owner lost? What does he want the original owner to stop?

The body is gorgeous and the head is pure, which is not harmonious at first, and then deliberately strokes the blue flowers on the head. Was this a tactful reminder of the weirdness of this flower?

Isn't that garden very much like stamens and pistils? The glowing flowers are the pollen that floats around. If the garden is likened to a flower core, the courtyard at night is a huge flower.

Ever since he found out that the sweet scent is carried in the flower, he has been terrified of this kind of flower, and now he has received information that this sister may be a plant essence, which makes him not think more about it?

Ren Yifei always felt that the truth was very close to him, just separated by a layer of paper, but he didn't know where the paper was.

The little sparrow tilted his head and couldn't help but approached the door two more steps.

"Who?"

While waiting to listen carefully, the voice of the host of the banquet suddenly appeared, and Ren Yifei was startled, thinking that his illusion technique had failed.

The little sparrow stiffened for a second, then shook its feathers again and tilted its head.

I saw Qinghong standing under the steps, his eyes looking at the little sparrow. Don't know when he appeared here.

Ren Yifei subconsciously held his breath to reduce his sense of existence. This person may be suspicious of the little sparrow. His senses are too keen.

Qinghong watched for a while, only to see a sparrow standing still, nothing unusual, so he thought he was suspicious.

However, his voice was heard by the two women in the room, the door opened, Mrs. Fang Huali came out first, and Mrs. Da followed behind.

According to the normal mode, Ren Yifei thought that the favored Mrs. Side would come up to act like a spoiled brat, but he didn't expect that they would just shout 'adult' cautiously, not even getting too close. Where are the concubines and benefactors, they are clearly subordinates.

As for the eldest lady, she didn't even give a single glance, she just lifted her foot and left.

"The language of flowers," Qinghong stopped her, "don't bother senior brother again."

The eldest lady stopped. She turned her back to Qinghong and Mrs. Side, but turned her side to the little sparrow.

Ren Yifei saw through the sparrow's Doudou eyes that she gave a wry smile, and then his expression became tough again, even with a bit of irony: "Qinghong, can you stop me, can you stop others?"

Ren Yifei raised his hand, as if he was watching a play: This other person, shouldn't he be referring to the dessert player?

"I have my own plans," Qinghong responded coldly to her, and then said to Hua Li, "The same goes for you, don't worry about anything else."

"But..." Hua Li bit her lip.

When there are no outsiders, Qinghong is simply cold to this 'favorite' Mrs. Side: "There is no but."

"But someone has noticed..." Mrs. Side said again.

"Don't worry," Qinghong looked in a certain direction, "in two days, they will no longer be confused."

Two more days?

They really had a conspiracy, and Ren Yifei was shocked.

"Who?!" Qinghong's attack was faster than his voice.

Ren Yifei's emotions leaked for a while, which made the people here feel it.

With the mentality that he would rather kill the wrong and not let it go, Qinghong directly attacked the little sparrow.

No, the sparrow is a paper-mediated illusion, and it has no combat power at all. How can it have the strength to fight the demon head-on?

The little sparrow fluttered its wings and hurriedly dodged, but could not dodge in time, a sword energy directly split its body, and the white paper fluttered down.

Ren Yifei in the distant hall resisted the attack indirectly and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Actually being mixed in... Qiansui Hall was very quiet for a while, only the eldest lady laughed and walked away.

Qinghong bent down and picked up the white paper, the paper was stained with a little blood, bright red blood, with some pure energy.

The demons here are somewhat slaughtered, and a person with such pure energy... He sniffed the smell of blood on it, and looked up in a certain direction.

"Sir, what is it..."

"Shh," Qinghong put his index finger on his lips, he scratched the blood on the white paper on his hand, and tucked the paper in half into his sleeve, "I'm here to deal with this matter!

Hua Li looked at his actions and gritted his teeth: "He Jun appeared in the garden yesterday, and he already had some doubts. This is very unfavorable to our plan. Please prepare early, otherwise, the century-old plan will only be in vain... "

Qinghong pondered for a moment: "Arrange the flowers and trees, and hold a flower viewing banquet today."

"Yes. My lord, my concubine is bold, hoping to get the temporary control of Tingyun Pavilion. If there is any accident, it can be dealt with cheaply." Hua Li bowed his head and respectfully said.

The temporary management of Tingyun Pavilion stepped on Jun's father and ordered dumplings with his surname!

"Thank you, sir." Hua Li, who bowed his head, showed a cruel smile.

After the master ordered it, the entire Cloud Stopping Pavilion ran like a sophisticated instrument.

Many players who were among the players were given orders. The chef had to prepare many elegant meals, and the servants had to clean the gardens, corridors, and even some remote rooms. Only the maids still had to entertain guests.

The most unfortunate is probably the players who have transmigrated into dancers and singers, and they were ordered to entertain guests well.

These unfortunate children are either not good at all, so they are 'dereliction of duty', and finally they are exposed and turned into ingredients. Or it will be a little reluctant to mix, and those NPCs will eat tofu.

A dancer player almost cried: "Is it true that players have no human rights?"

As for the guards, the orders they received were: to strengthen patrols and guards, in addition to the crowd, even some inconspicuous birds and beasts should pay more attention.

"It seems that someone broke into the Qiansui Temple in some way." The players passed the message.

"Who did it? The place is so strict, I tried to hear some news several times without success."

"Probably who is the boss? I heard that there are a lot of high-level players here."

The players have already felt the atmosphere of the black cloud pressing the city and the city, and the players who are salted fish also feel that something is wrong.

"Maybe this is another hundred-person group that was planned to be destroyed." The players shivered when they remembered the last hundred-person group that had no survivors.

The crisis forces players to speed up their exploration, and Qinghong, who caused all this, is on his way to somewhere.

The residence that Qinghong chose for Hejun was outside the main hall, surrounded by grass and trees, and the environment was quiet. Since Hejun moved in, everyone here has been ordered to not allow uninvited guests to enter, not to make noise, and not to disturb the people inside.

If it bothers you, take a look at the lesson from the past little old man.

But now, Qinghong himself came in a hurry, he waved the maid who was saluting, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door directly.

The man meditating in the house slowly opened his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Qinghong stopped: "Senior brother?"

The meditator sits on the couch, dressed in white, and his hair is tied with only a strap.

His sitting posture is a little lazy, one leg is crossed, the other hangs down naturally, revealing a jade-colored bare foot, the scattered black hair is coiled on the couch, and another strand is hooked out and hangs beside the feet, which makes the complexion more and more beautiful. Immaculately white.

However, this sitting posture did not remove the restraint and self-discipline of this person. This is obviously a demon, but at this moment, he is like a holy monk who was not born with meat and fish.

Qinghong took a breath, complex emotions rolled around in his throat, and finally turned into: "Senior brother."

Ren Yifei raised his eyes slightly.

The whole room was closed and the windows were closed, the room was dark, and there was only a little light there - the warm sky light fell through the gap, turned into a little spot of light, and fell on the long eyelashes, illuminating the roots of the eyelashes. Such as snow, but also makes the eyes more indifferent.

Qinghong was stabbed in the heart by this sight, it was like a high-level god, casually glanced at mortals.

There was no joy or sorrow in his eyes, nor love or hate.

Is it for everyone, or just him?

Qinghong's countless tangled and complicated emotions turned into an indescribable hatred. This hatred made him forget the purpose of coming here, and only wanted to question the person in front of him.

But when he walked to the front and met these indifferent eyes, Qinghong took a step back and said with a miserable smile: "Senior brother, you are so cruel."

ruthless?

Ruthless is right. If a quick knife smashes peach blossoms in anger, doesn't it have to be fast, ruthless, and accurate?

It's too hard to be a senior brother these days. You have to be responsible for the cultivation problems of the junior brothers and sisters, and you have to be responsible for the emotional problems of the junior brothers and sisters.

But Qinghong didn't suspect him for the first time? It's not in vain that he deliberately found such an angle to pose.

Ren Yifei sighed with melancholy, others play games is to break through the level of decryption, his playing games is an emotional problem.

He is a single dog, who provokes whom?

"Someone broke into my residence." Qinghong stared at Ren Yifei's eyes.

Ren Yifei looked back, with four words written on his expression: What's the matter with me?

Qinghong choked.

Although he felt that with the strength of his senior brother, he would never be discovered by him, but it was unlikely that he would be discovered.

"You're indifferent even when I'm hurt? Senior brother is really so cruel?"

Qinghong put a pot out of nothing on the little sparrow, and continued to sell miserably: "I can be considered as your care and grew up, and I don't have any old feelings at all?"

And this kind of thing? Is this still taking care of yourself?

Ren Yifei shed a tear for He Jun, it was too miserable.

He finally had an expression other than indifference on his face, with a self-deprecating self-deprecating past: "I'm tired, you should go."

Seeing Ren Yifei's expression, Qinghong was flustered and went to find another topic: "To enjoy the flowers tonight, senior brother?"

"Don't go." Ren Yifei said bluntly, "Return my blood, this is the end of the matter."

Help me solve the role task, hello, hello everyone.

so far?

Qinghong's face darkened visibly: "You want to leave me alone? Don't even think about it. I can wait a hundred years, or a thousand years, between you and me, we will never 'stop here'!"

"It's up to you." Ren Yifei closed his eyes again and again.

His indifferent and ignorant look made Qinghong's heart hurt, and he blurted out a threat: "Senior brother won't go, I'm afraid that little monster named Dapeng will have a little trouble."

Ren Yifei opened his eyes, his eyes like sharp blades: "You dare?"

Qinghong took another step back: "We have been in a relationship for so many years, are you... threatening me for him?"

The always indifferent senior brother is angry for one person? The knife pierced directly into Qinghong's heart, he looked at Ren Yifei in disbelief, his lips trembled twice, and he actually spat out a mouthful of blood.

The author has something to say: Qinghong: Brother, you are so cruel...

Alfie: Hmm~

Saman: I seem to hear someone calling me.