The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

A drop of sweat slowly flowed from the temples, gathered to the chin, and dripped.

There was only the sound of wings vibrating in the garden, Saman and Ren Yifei remained motionless, and neither did the strange black giant furry creatures in the sky.

Ren Yifei's eyes turned as bright red as pigeon blood, and black runes swirled in his eyes.

Not far from them, lay a few thin skins, which were the skins of a maid, with realistic eyebrows and eyes painted on them.

And in front of them are four huge things that look like flies.

They have four thin wings, six long limbs with thick black and short hairs, and the body is covered with a layer of fine hair, but the mouth is needle-shaped and long, and there is a gland underneath, and the tip secretes some kind of liquid.

Reminiscent of the venomous glands hidden in the fangs of venomous snakes.

Ren Yifei and the two had no doubt that when the long mouth pierced the human body, this strange liquid would also be injected.

It might be a nerve-numbing drug, or a flesh-melting toxin, or something else.

Saman stared at the needle in front of him, and after a moment of bravery, his whole body froze.He didn't even dare to blink, for he was afraid that if he blinked, the still thing would prick him with a needle.

Even experienced players are still on the weak side when facing the game, and will die in it if they are not careful.

A tiger fighting a rabbit needs all his strength, and Saman made preparations for a fight with all his strength.

"It's him? Another personality? It's still the same weak body, but when I see him, I suddenly have strong confidence. He is a man with a strong temperament in his bones." He looked sideways at the white-clothed demon behind him Only by close contact can you feel this wonderful charm.

Saman glanced at his hand again, he was still holding him.

According to his habit, shouldn't he send an NPC to block the hole at this time?After all, a dead fellow Daoist never dies a poor Daoist.However, at that moment, he was completely uncontrollable, and he subconsciously grabbed him and protected him behind him.

The last time this happened was...

Strangely, there were people he unconsciously admired in two dungeons in succession.

Song Bozhi is in the dark but full of light and hope.Possessing great strength, this big monster is still restrained and lawful in the world of chaotic monsters.

Of course, the former is a player.

At a certain moment, Saman was a little regretful, but also a little lucky.

It's a pity that he can't meet and become friends with such a person.Fortunately, he can't intersect with such a person-because it means that the other party will also come to bring the corner of the barrenness, becoming a player with no hope and no tomorrow.

The star falling into the sea is always very sad.

The white-clothed demon looked up at the intruder quietly, with mysterious power in its red eyes.This kind of red is not the color of blood that has lost its life, but a more pure and transparent color, with a sense of indomitable power.

Suddenly he turned his head, his blood-colored eyes scraped like blades, and Saman could even smell the hidden violence and killing intent.

Who does he want to kill?These in front of me, or myself?

Saman's hand clenched the sword tightly. If the white-clothed demon made a move, even if he admired it, he could only express his deep regret and send him to sleep forever.

"Are you afraid that I will do something?" Ren Yifei asked him.

Before Saman had time to speak, he said again: "Don't be afraid, I appreciate you (scent). Let's go, I will confuse their memories during this time, so there is no need to startle them."

Blinking, the eye-catching red quickly disappeared, and his eyes returned to the original blackness.

After using too much force at once, Ren Yifei leaned weakly on Saman's arm behind him: "Help me."

Using illusions on the same creature back and forth, or even forcefully confusing the opponent's memory, with no interval in between, the effect of the second time will be greatly reduced, and Ren Yifei can't guarantee how long it will last.Of course, there are still three to five minutes, and that's enough.

Saman put away the giant sword, and he once again helped the white-clothed demon who was pale, but still not weak.

I don't know why, but Saman's movements are much gentler. They obviously have the same face, and they are all cold, but they subconsciously become cautious.

The two ran into the corridor with their feet filled with lead, and walked for a long time. After turning several turns, they finally stopped.

Those things have not been chased, I don't know if they can't find them, or there are other restrictions.

Ren Yifei was leaning against the wall of the corridor, his face was bloodless, he just wanted to take a deep breath and gasp, but he still stubbornly maintained the appearance of He Jun, a cold and big monster.

He felt that his lungs were going to burn, and his breathing hurt his airway. He had never run like this before.

This identity belongs to Mr. He, but his physical fitness is properly his own.

Is this once again a clear understanding of the essence of fighting the five dregs?

A lantern flower slipped out of the sleeve and fell to the ground, probably brought in while running.

Ren Yifei didn't notice it, but Saman did. He bent down to pick it up, held the small lantern-like flower, and put it in front of Ren Yifei.The small light cluster added an orange filter to the two of them.

"Don't ask me why I'm so weak?" Ren Yifei raised his eyes and asked him.

Saman looked at him leaning against the wall, his hair was disheveled, and a few bangs were wet with sweat, sticking to his cheeks, but his eyes were still firm, and there were galaxies in his eyes.

That Lord Crane, who is high above the sky and does not eat the fireworks of the world, was pulled into the world because of his little embarrassment at this moment.

He stayed for a second, admiring the amazing beauty of this npc.

He withdrew his gaze and said frankly: "Mr. Crane wants to talk, so I will listen. If I don't want to talk, I won't ask."

The tones of the two personalities are a little different, and this one is lower and more mature.The feeling is the same. This generation is like a self-made generation who has been ups and downs for half his life, so he should be more cautious in his words and deeds.

Still a gentleman, Ren Yifei smiled slightly, just like spring ice melting into water and flowers blooming in the wilderness, the dark corridor was suddenly brightened.

"This is an old grievance between me and the owner of this place." Ren Yifei reached out and took off the lantern in Saman's hand, and put it in his sleeve.

He glanced at Saman, took a step forward, and said in a low voice: "After dark, Tingyun Pavilion will be 'alive'. Also, don't get close to this kind of flower."

Here's a thank you, Dessert Player.

The moist air was blowing against Saman's eardrums, and his voice was a little hoarse, resembling the tone of a cello, but before he could feel it deeply, the white-clothed demon backed away.

"Follow me." He turned around, his soft hair brushed against Saman's fingers, and fell down.

Saman raised his head and saw him holding a black bone fan, walking ahead step by step, with firm and confident steps.

No one could have imagined that such a person was so weak that even the demon guarding the garden could not resist.

If the host of the banquet finds out that this white-clothed demon is so weak, then... who can resist adding their own color to this pure white?

In a corridor, Ren Yifei stopped suddenly, and Saman behind him walked up to him: "What did Mr. Crane find?"

After a motionless pause for four or five seconds, he turned around and said, "Did you pass by here?"

The pitch was a little higher, and the rate of speech was faster.

The powerful demon with a pair of eyes showing a little indifference disappeared. This is another personality.

"Passing by." Saman replied, looking at the inconspicuous but vivid expression on that face: Compared with the previous one, this personality is more like a teenager.

When did the personality switch, was it the few seconds when it suddenly stopped?

The main personality seems to be reluctant to appear in the outside world and deal with people.

They walked in corridors that repeated themselves like twisted mazes.

The empty wooden corridor is closed on both sides, without doors, windows and special decorations. There are only pairs of oil lamps on both sides.This is already very wrong, right?What's even more wrong is that there are no traces of life in all the corridors.

Although every piece of wood they looked at was different, every piece was as good as new, with no trace of use.

Both of them have a strong sense of direction, so they know that they have been circling in a certain area now.

Ren Yifei remembered the stairs in a certain fantasy novel that could be changed at will. Is the corridor here also like this?

Saman thought a little more, and he even suspected that he was in an illusion, which is not uncommon in fantasy backgrounds.Thinking of this, he took another look at Ren Yifei: If it weren't for this big monster in white, he would break the situation violently now.

They walked along the corridor in a circle, without a beginning or an end, and they couldn't even find the direction of the banquet at the beginning.

Ren Yifei stopped suddenly, Saman was taken aback, thinking he had discovered something new.

"Break it." Ren Yifei, who was tired of twirling around, pulled out his fan, pointed the tip of the fan at a wall, and said slowly with a calm expression, "There is no way, so let's break one."

Saman: "..."

Saman drew his giant sword: "It seems that we are heroes who see the same thing?"

With a swing of the sword, the gray sword waved like ripples.

With just one blow, a big hole was directly broken in the wall of the corridor, and the fragments of the wall were scattered.Saman picked up a shard, a cinnamon-colored substance, not sure what it was.

Ren Yifei watched a hole in the wall being blasted by a sword: "Continue."

Maze, huh?

As many walls as there are, just bomb a few until someone comes out.

Saman laughed loudly: "How dare Mr. Crane refuse to obey?" He drew out his giant sword again, and the light on the sword flowed.Another sword with its own special effects.

With a bang, the wall exploded.

The two swept all the way, breaking countless walls, leaving an open road behind them.

"My lord—" With a shrill cry, the little old man in the black hat appeared, and lay down in front of Ren Yifei's shoes with a 'slap', "Please don't continue to destroy it."

Saman plunged the sword into the ground and watched with great interest.

Ren Yifei looked down at the little old man, gently patted his closed fan on the palm of his hand.Every time he clapped, the little old man's heart skipped a beat.

"Explain."

The little old man shivered, seeing him in 100 years, Mr. Crane is even more difficult to mess with.

"Please forgive me, Mr. He, because there are many uninvited guests today, so there are these institutions. I really didn't mean to disturb the adults, it was the villain's negligence."

While talking, the scenery around them began to change. It was no longer an endless layer of walls and corridors, but a small courtyard with an open view.

Looking at the layout of the yard and the resident signs on the surrounding rooms, both Ren Yifei and Saman recognized their location.

This is the guest residence, there is no independent big house, they are all this kind of small house, presumably it is the room of those guests who did not go to the banquet.

This is the pattern seen during the day, but is the pattern during the day the real pattern?

"Cut off an arm." Ren Yifei's voice was cold, without obvious emotional ups and downs.

The little old man on the ground stretched out his hand and cut off one of his arms as if he had been pardoned, without any hesitation.

"no next time."

"Yes."

The author has something to say: Saman: Fortunately, he is not a player, otherwise he would be a star falling into the sea, the tragedy of the world.

A Fei: You are right.