Being targeted by the boss of the escape game

Lying in the bronze box was a blood-red jade bracelet, the tentacles were warm and cool, and there were some complicated patterns engraved on the inside of the bracelet, so thin that it seemed that Chu Ling could crush it directly with a little force.

[Name: Third Sister's Jade Bracelet]

[Type: Armor]

【Quality: Good】

[Function: The dungeon can resist a ghost attack. 】

[Whether a copy can be brought out: Yes. 】

[Remarks: Third Sister's favorite jade bracelet, its age cannot be determined, but judging from the pattern inside the bracelet, it is obvious that it has a history of hundreds of years, and the blood-red jade catkins seem to flow. 】

Chu Ling was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't expect to get a piece of armor.

He picked up the jade bracelet and put it under the light to take a look, the blood flakes in the bracelet were very clear: "I can still open props, but it really doesn't look like a normal thing..."

After all no normal bracelet would be blood red.

Lu Weixing said: "Armor is relatively rare."

"You're lucky, keep it, it can withstand a ghost attack, this kind of thing can save your life at a critical moment."

Chu Ling was startled, then turned her head and said, "Me? Then what do you do?"

Lu Weixing rubbed Chu Ling's hair: "The real strong don't need armor."

Chu Ling looked at Lu Weixing for a moment, and took Lu Weixing's hand. He usually doesn't wear gloves at home.

This man's knuckles are long and slender, and the skin on the back of his hands is fair. Although he is full of hostility, his hands are unexpectedly soft. Perhaps because he often wears gloves, his fingertips don't even have calluses, and they feel as slippery as brocade. Putting the bracelet on, he said seriously: "No, you are the one who gets hurt every time, so it's better for you to use it."

Lu Weixing looked down at the blood-red bracelet in his hand, his red lips pursed into a smile, he had seen even the best props.

Those people fought each other for these props and robbed them badly. He used to disdain to ask for them and didn't bother to fight for them, but no one had ever brought them to him personally and cared about his safety.

His heart was soft, he looked at the bracelet in his hand quietly, blinked, and said softly: "Okay."

Although he didn't need it, he would accept what Chu Ling gave. Anyway, he could secretly put it on Chu Ling after entering.

Lu Weixing held Chu Ling's wrist smoothly, turned over his palm, and lowered his head to leave a pious and earnest kiss on Chu Ling's palm. He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered his dark eyes.

The focused expression on his face seemed to be kissing something sacred.

Chu Ling was stunned, and even forgot to take back his right hand, just let Lu Weixing give a shallow kiss, his body was icy, his skin was icy, it felt like a living ice sculpture, but the kiss was hot .

Lu Weixing raised his head, and gently wrote a word Lu on Chu Ling's hand with his fingers: "I'll cook for you."

Chu Ling's fingers trembled slightly, and a strange feeling surged in his heart. When he put his fingers together, he felt that his palm was very hot.

But soon he put this strange emotion behind him, and hummed in a low voice.

Money can't buy happiness, but you can't imagine the happiness of rich people.

Because both of them were too lazy to go out, they would ask the fresh food supermarket to deliver whatever vegetables they wanted.

Holding the remote control, Chu Ling watched the programs on TV absent-mindedly, her eyes wandering to the kitchen from time to time.

Inside, a man in a white sweater was busy.

Lu Weixing's clothes are usually only black, but this white cashmere sweater was chosen by Chu Ling, after all, if he was asked to buy it himself, he would probably only buy black.

Lu Weixing, who was dressed in black, looked rusty and cold, full of aggression, but now he was cooking in the kitchen in a white sweater, but he was three points more gentle and four points pyrotechnic.

Lu Weixing walked over with a casserole in his hand, wearing his exclusive combat uniform - a blue striped doraemon apron, which was given to him during a promotional event in the supermarket.

Today's dishes include Longjing shrimp, shredded apple, squirrel mandarin fish and a matsutake crucian carp soup.

As soon as the lid is lifted, the rich fish aroma comes out, and the milky white fish soup is covered with green coriander and light yellow matsutake slices.

Chu Ling took a sip of the fish soup with the bowl in her hand, and immediately narrowed her eyes: "It's delicious."

Lu Weixing looked at Chu Ling's satisfied look, and murmured, "As long as you want, I can cook for you for the rest of my life."

But Chu Ling didn't notice at all because she was so absorbed in eating.

A few days later, in the early hours of the morning, Chu Ling looked at the ten icons on the panel, and the first two had turned gray. He discussed with Lu Weixing, this time starting from the fourth level.

[A4 copy... temple loading...]

Immediately afterwards, Chu Ling's eyes went dark, and the scenery around her changed rapidly, and finally a bluestone road was distorted.

Chu Ling walked along this road and found that the dungeon world was a bit strange. Surrounded by quaint buildings, earthen houses with red walls and green tiles, white paper money was constantly floating in the air, and every door was hung with Red Lantern.

It is probably evening now, the sky is already dark, those red lanterns emit a faint light, in the dark night, it is like red eyes one by one, and with the paper money floating around, it is like a ghost town.

The doors of shops and mansions lined up on both sides are closed, and the hanging signboards are written in traditional characters. Chu Ling thought that this time might be an ancient world, but when he looked up and saw something that only appeared in modern times like electric lights, a My heart twisted again, everything in this small town exuded a strange atmosphere.

Chu Ling looked at both sides of the road, almost every house had flower pots at the door, some had two pots, some had one pot, but without exception, they were all empty flower pots, and some houses had a red flower on the lintel. flower.

There is a weirdness everywhere, the combination of the ancient and the modern, the interweaving of sorrow and joy.

Not long after he left, Chu Ling saw the destination of the dungeon point. Why can he be so sure?Because that house was the only one with its door open after he had been gone for so long.

There were two majestic stone lions in front of the door, and there was also an empty flower pot on the threshold. Chu Ling took a look and stepped over the threshold.

This house is very big. Chu Ling doesn't know much about ancient buildings, but he has watched some costume dramas before. According to his little experience in TV dramas, this should be a big family.

There are some sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted in the yard, and Chu Ling roughly estimated that there should be at least 20 trees.August osmanthus is fragrant, and the golden osmanthus on the branches flutters in the wind, exuding bursts of floral fragrance, but the branches of these osmanthus trees are all tied with some red cloth strips without exception.

There are some flower pots piled up in the shadow of the corner, and a white flower is inserted on the vermilion wooden door.

There was a woman standing at the door, but unlike the previous copy, this time it was not a young and beautiful woman, but a middle-aged woman over forty years old.

She was wearing a blue floral dress with a big floral apron tied around her waist. She looked like the kind of mother who was doing housework. She said: "They have already entered the house, and you are the only one left. Hurry up, kid!" come in."

Chu Ling followed her into the inner hall.

Many people gathered in the room, to Chu Ling's surprise, there was a woman this time, or in other words, there was only one woman this time.

He scanned around, and there seemed to be no sign of Lu Weixing among the group of people.

Chu Ling frowned slightly, looked carefully again, and finally landed on a man in the corner.

He was dressed in black, and his facial features were hidden in the shadows, which was why Chu Ling didn't notice him at first, but there was a familiar aura about him.

Chu Ling seemed unintentional, but actually walked over suspiciously, and said, "Hello, you..."

A hand with a black glove rested on Chu Ling's shoulder, and a hoarse but very familiar voice came: "It's me."

It's just that the voice was a little weaker than usual, and Chu Ling was a little unconsciously nervous: "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Weixing raised his face, revealing a slashed face, star-like eyes, a straight nose, and an almost perfect facial contour.

Although his face was slightly pale, his beauty did not diminish in the slightest. Instead, he looked like a jade man, making people daunting and so stunning that they dare not look directly at him.

Chu Ling looked at the person in front of him in surprise. He knew that Lu Weixing was good-looking, but if Lu Weixing used to be nine points good-looking, then now it is ten points, which has reached the highest point of human perfection.

But it was just like this that Chu Ling found it strange, unexplainably strange, if he wanted to say what was wrong, it should be that compared with before, it seemed to be too good-looking, with a little more sense of distortion, not like a real person.

Others were also attracted by Lu Weixing's perfect appearance, and they all looked over at the same time. When they noticed the eyes of others, Lu Weixing immediately lowered his face, and swept over with a cold look, and those people quickly withdrew their gazes .

Chu Ling said: "Why...does something seem wrong?"

Chu Ling stammered at this sentence because the incident was so bizarre that he didn't know what to say.

Can't just say something directly, you are too good-looking?

He stared at Lu Weixing's face, looked left and right but didn't see why, and it was inconvenient to ask in front of so many people, so he withdrew his gaze.

With a creak, the door was closed.

"Seven days later, seven days later is the day to worship the gods."

The woman flicked her hair and showed a smile: "You live in this yard. You can go to the town during the day. There are many flowers here, and you can enjoy the beautiful flowers..."

Her shallow smile gradually spread across her face, and because the corners of her mouth were too wide, it even became a little weird: "But those flowers are given to us by God, don't destroy those flowers and plants casually."

"What flower?"

Someone in the team asked curiously, "What does it mean to be bestowed by God?"

The woman said: "A flower is a flower."

Apart from that, without saying a word, he turned and left.

The rooms here are shared by two people. Since everyone has arrived in this dungeon, there is usually a team, and everyone quickly allocated their rooms.

After Chu Ling noticed that something was wrong with Lu Weixing's physical condition, she took the key and went back to the room with Lu Weixing.

Sitting on the edge of the bed next to Lu Weixing, Chu Ling asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? I didn't recognize you at first sight when I just came in."

Lu Weixing lowered his eyes slightly: "It's nothing, I just feel a little uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?" Chu Ling stretched out her sinful hands and squeezed Lu Weixing's face. It felt cold, like holding a piece of cold jade, which seemed no different from before.