Heartthrobs engage in bosses in escape games [Unlimited Streaming]

As the morning sun fell, Yan Shaoqing slowly opened his eyes, but was shocked to find that he was not on the bed, nor in the mansion, but in a black barren land, surrounded by thick white mist.

Not only him, Bai Meigui, Li Yongchang and 4 other players were also wandering not far away, looking around with the same solemnity as him, wondering why they suddenly appeared in such a strange place.

In the blink of an eye, billowing dark clouds gathered from a distance, the sky darkened instantly, and even the surrounding white fog was dyed into a pitch black color.

A few flashes of thunder resounded from the sky, and the roar was deafening, and something reflecting light fell from the rolling black clouds.

It was not gentle raindrops, but a silver inverted cross as tall as a person, which fell to the ground like dense hailstones, with sharp points piercing straight into the soil.

The other 6 players around had a premonition of danger and ran away screaming, but they still couldn't escape the bad luck. They were pierced into the skull by the hard and cold bottom of the reverse cross, and then went straight down along the body, nailing them to the ground in a standing posture , Blood flowed all over the place for a while.

Yan Shaoqing looked at the scene in front of him in horror. In just a few seconds, the other people around him were impaled by the reverse cross that fell from the sky, turning them into cold corpses.

A dark shadow struck above his head, and it was too late to dodge, he subconsciously lowered his head and closed his eyes, the biting cold wind slashed across his cheeks like a knife, and the sound of a sharp weapon breaking the ground came immediately.

After waiting for two seconds, I felt as if I was not dead yet.

Yan Shaoqing opened his eyes cautiously, the murderous rain stopped, and a gleaming reverse cross was inserted less than half a meter away from him, several times larger than the other crosses.

Looking up, there was a tall man standing on the top of the cross, wearing a black dress in the style of the Republic of China, with a cloak hanging on his shoulders, and the corners of his clothes rustled in the wind.

"Believe in me, or die like them."

The man is tall and straight, with a pair of black pupils, looking at him condescendingly like a superior who controls life and death, and his tone is uncompromising.

Yan Shaoqing shuddered, feeling that this lunatic in the second year of middle school looked a little familiar, and he was clearly the mysterious man in the portrait by his attire.

He had no experience in negotiating with lunatics, so he made up his mind, turned around and ran, but the moment he turned around, three equally huge reverse crosses rose from the ground, enclosing him like a metal cage.

"Escaping is just a pointless struggle of a fool." The man in black jumped down from the top of the cross, pressing towards him step by step, with a playful smile on his lips, "Soon, you will belong to the I."

"I don't belong to anyone." Yan Shaoqing clenched his fingers, bit his lips tightly, his resolute eyes were full of panic, but he didn't give in, "I'll fight you."

Before the man completely cornered him, Yan Shaoqing pounced on him with all his strength, and actually threw that tall body to the ground.

He pressed on the man, his legs clamped around the man's waist, restraining the man's movement, and at the same time, his clenched fists slammed down like a storm and beat the man's chest, but 57's physical fitness was really not strong, and he was full of momentum The full iron fist brushed against the cold stone like a provocative feather.

The man under him didn't seem to be in pain at all, instead he raised the corners of his mouth leisurely, and there was a bit of pampering in his evil smile.

The man chuckled, raised his hand suddenly, and grabbed Yan Shaoqing's slender wrist. The powerful force made him lose the ability to resist in an instant.

Yan Shaoqing was startled and was about to break free when a familiar cry came from his ear.

"Wake up!"

The voice woke him up, and the surrounding sky brightened instantly.

And at this moment, he is still on the bed that he slept in last night, pressing on a familiar body in an ambiguous and weird sitting and standing posture.

"Ly, Lane?"

Yan Shaoqing exclaimed, extremely surprised, could it be that everything he experienced before was an illusion?

"Have you had a nightmare?"

Ryan asked with concern, his hands still on his wrists.

Yan Shaoqing pulled out his hand in a panic, but at the next moment he leaned over and hugged Ryan like an octopus, with tears in his eyes, "I was scared to death, I dreamed of a ghost, although you are also a ghost, but You look much more kind than him."

When he woke up from the dream, the appearance of the demon in his memory was covered with a layer of black mist like in a painting. Apart from being handsome, he couldn't remember the specific details.

Thinking about it now, there were only 6 players who were crucified by the reverse cross in the nightmare, and apart from him, Nangong Que was the only one missing.

If the meaning of the demon's dream is to kill all the hostile players, why is there no Nangong sparrow?Could it be that Nangong Que, like him, belongs to the camp of demon believers.

"With me here, it's fine."

Ryan's voice was gentle, and he patted Yan Shaoqing's back lightly with his comforting palm, and wrapped his arms around the person who was clinging to him with one hand.

Yan Shaoqing seemed to have just recovered, broke away from Ryan's arms, stepped aside sideways, and said a little embarrassedly: "I told you not to cross the [-]th parallel at night, you see, you were accidentally injured."

Ryan sat up, glanced at the [-]th parallel where he didn't know where he was flying, and said in a low voice, "You were the one who had a nightmare in the middle of the night, and suddenly crossed the line and jumped on me."

Judging from the space on the bed, Ryan was obviously still on the half of the bed he occupied at the moment, and had never moved.

And it's midnight, not early morning, so it's been a whole night already?

Yan Shaoqing thought he was honest when he was sleeping, but he didn't expect to overturn in the game.

He looked away in embarrassment, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was almost 7 o'clock in the morning.

Fragments of golden sunlight fell from the window, illuminating the blood-stained carpet beside the bed.

There was even a drop on the side of the pillow, so he had to turn it over.

Yan Shaoqing dragged the quilt overturned by him in his dream in the middle of the night when he beat the evil spirits. He straightened the thick and long [-]th line in the middle again, and probed across the Milky Way with his right hand, covering Ryan's body without warning side face.

Ryan froze for a moment, his eyes moved slightly, and he didn't avoid it, just staring at him quietly with his dark eyes.

Yan Shaoqing felt the temperature coming from his fingertips, and withdrew his hand, his face was solemn. He had noticed something was wrong since Ryan covered his face last night.

"Lian, you must have sucked my yang energy, right?" Yan Shaoqing frowned and rubbed his fingers, with Yu Wen still there, "You are just a weak guardian spirit with a comprehensive strength level of F-, just any ghost NPC I can shoot you to death. If something happens to me, you will not be able to live if you are a ghost trapped in this game world, so don't even think about doing such immoral things as devouring the Lord."

"Don't worry, this is just a normal process for the guardian spirit to adapt." Ryan said gently, "As a guardian spirit, no matter what I do, everything I do is to protect you."

After this dead ghost gained popularity, even his voice became inexplicably magnetic.

"Then I will assume that you are a trustworthy partner first. If I find out that you have a different heart in the future, I will..."

Yan Shaoqing narrowed his eyes slightly, acting as if he was intimidating, but with that pretty face and clear eyes, he looked like a kitten with fried hair, without any deterrent power.

"kill me?"

Ryan took it on with a calm expression, his silent eyes were steady and unwavering.

"Bah bah, don't talk nonsense, I haven't even killed a chicken, who did I kill?" Yan Shaoqing glanced across Ryan's face, his sharp gaze finally fell on the position of the right ear, and suddenly reached out his hand on the other's earlobe Gently tugging, "I will bite off your ear like a white rose, enough to make you feel the pain forever."

Ryan touched Yu Wen's surviving right earlobe with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "Ghosts don't hurt."

"Just say it, why do you take it seriously?"

Yan Shaoqing retracted his serious expression, smiled amusedly, and got out of bed.

When facing the long table by the wall, his eyes sank again.

Originally, the long table was just attached to the wall, but now one-third of it has not entered the wall. The tabletop is closely connected with the wall, and the red and white are smoothly blended together, as if the table originally extended from the wall. came out the same.

The manor owner's sacrifice to the devil has already begun.

I'm afraid that at the end of the third day, this altar will be completely submerged in the wall, and those players who are sacrificed will probably be trapped in the dark wall forever like those wall ghouls.

The black mist on the man's face in the painting became lighter, as if separated by a layer of tulle, but he couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, and he was so anxious that he was mad.

As the saying goes, thinking by day, dreaming at night, the reason why he has nightmares at night is all because he has seen too many unlucky and unlucky men in the painting.

"The useless monsters in this painting can only scare people in their dreams. Even his master's ancient demons are sleeping like dead pigs, and they have to wait for me to wake them up. Hmph, eat a few soft drinks each." Food is not as good as my trash Ryan!"

Yan Shaoqing stared at the painting and cursed angrily. Of course, he didn't curse directly to let the devil hear him. He just used consciousness communication to complain to Ryan to vent his dissatisfaction.

After scolding, he turned his head and looked, Ryan's expression seemed to have a subtle forbearance.

"Ryan." He understood immediately, and raised his hand to touch Ryan's head affectionately, "Although I praised you just now, don't be complacent, you are still a rookie with F— in overall strength, you have to work hard to improve yourself .”

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The author has something to say:

Author Bacteria: I heard you were attacked?

Devil: It's just a different position.