Heartthrobs engage in bosses in escape games [Unlimited Streaming]

Yan Shaoqing sighed softly, turned around and waved to the man beside him, "Ryan, let's go."

"Looking for the blood book?" Ryan asked.

Yan Shaoqing turned his head and chuckled, "Go and find Nangongque."

After Feng Tianze's soul was burned to ashes by the flames, the bloody love letter he had kept in the system space before returned to its original appearance, covered with old black blood, written in a language that only demons could understand.

No wonder Feng Tianze's corpse had his index finger stretched forward and his four fingers together. This bloody book was what he really left behind before his death. The suicide note written with pen and ink was nothing more than a deceiving trick.

This game has been going on for too long, it's time to draw the curtain down.

Yan Shaoqing found Nangong Que, who was working hard in a ruined room on the first floor, took out the cursed blood book from the system space, and flaunted it in front of the other party's eyes.

"I have found it."

"Where did you find it?" Nangong Que asked in surprise.

Yan Shaoqing raised his eyebrows slightly, "Would you believe me if I said that someone like you squeezed in through the crack of the door?"

The corners of Nangong Que's mouth curved slightly, obviously in disbelief.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, just find it."

Nangongque reached out to take the cursed blood book, but Yan Shaoqing retracted the system space first.

"What do you mean?" Nangong Que frowned slightly.

"It's not interesting." Yan Shaoqing shrugged with a smile, "The bones are crystallized in your place, and the cursed blood book must be stored in my place first, so it's only fair."

"The vigilance is quite strong, that's all, you can do whatever you want." Nangong Que waved his hands indifferently, with an ambiguous smile in his green eyes, "Anyway, no matter who sacrifices, the final outcome is the same. "

Yan Shaoqing followed Nangongque and left the mansion, walked through the pine forest and the cemetery, and came to the ancestral hall again.

He stopped hesitantly, and looked up at the small hall in front of him made of blood pine.

The rectangular space is covered with a flat and slightly convex roof, which is lifeless from the inside to the outside.

"Lian, do you feel that this ancestral hall really looks like a coffin from the outside." Yan Shaoqing stared at the portrait of the man facing the door, and couldn't help but feel a little timid, "It seems to be trapped inside without paying attention , will become your own burial place.”

"Don't think too much." Ryan wrapped Yan Shaoqing's shoulders gently with his warm palm, "I said I would protect you."

It was obviously a tense moment, but Yan Shaoqing couldn't help laughing.

"Come on, you're just a rookie with an overall strength rating of F-. It's hard to say who will protect who. But..." Yan Shaoqing raised his hand sideways, put his palm on the back of Ryan's hand, and slowly pressed it tightly , "Knowing that you are still with me, I can feel at ease."

Yan Shaoqing and Nangongque walked into the ancestral hall and stood in front of the tribute platform with three empty silver plates.

"Three silver plates, exactly three offerings." Nangong Que said excitedly, with fanaticism in his eyes, "Then let's start offering sacrifices."

Yan Shaoqing hesitated for a moment, nodded, took out the cursed blood book of resentment collection from the system space, and gently put it into the first silver tray.

Nangong Que was overjoyed, and couldn't wait to take out the bone crystals and put them in the second silver tray.

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but hold their breath watching the scene in front of them.

[Everyone, when Nangong boss took the bone crystal just now, did he seem to have forgotten to turn off the live broadcast of the system interface? 】

Although players need special props to block the live broadcast of the game, in order to avoid the leakage of props, skills or personal information, the live broadcast on the system operation interface can be turned off or on independently, and it can even be displayed on the audience share ranking like the white rose. Projected in mid-air, directly on the public screen.

[Maybe because I was too excited to clear the game soon, it just flashed on the screen for a second, and it was closed quickly, without seeing what was on it. 】

[I vaguely saw a few words prompted by the system, which seemed to say that you belong to the camp of demon believers...]

[Wait, didn't you always say that there is no system prompt for a clear camp? 】

【This is what Nangongque himself said, he really lied to that pretty little brother. 】

[It's over, little brother, run, there's still time. 】

[Stop yelling in front, the player can't see the barrage, it must be cold this time. 】

Outside the game, the live broadcast lobby.

He Sirui lowered his sunglasses and stared at the screen nervously, the red thread on his fingers became tighter and tighter.

"It shouldn't be." He Sirui said to himself, shaking the lottery.

The red line of his destiny has never missed anyone. This time the predestined person has not met, and the calculated chance has not brought him, so why is he about to die?

Looking at the current progress, Nangong Que's old fritters obviously took this newcomer as a prey from the beginning, and set him up for him. Now he has mistaken the faction and the main mission. Once the demon is awakened, the gate of the manor will be permanently closed , It is almost impossible to clear the customs again.

If He Sirui was only filled with regret and regret, then Zhou Zeyan, who had been watching from a distance, was so anxious that he wanted to vomit blood.

The first human leather wallet has disappeared, and the second alternate wallet is about to disappear. Why is it so difficult to DIY a wallet that suits your heart these days?

In the game, in the ancestral hall.

Both the bone crystal and the cursed blood book are in place, and players from the demon believer camp only need to offer a drop of their own blood in the third silver plate to complete the ritual of awakening the demon.

Yan Shaoqing looked at the last empty tray, clenched his fingers, and asked hesitantly, "Whose blood do you and I use?"

"Use mine, it's a special care for newcomers."

As Nangongque spoke, she stretched out her index finger to hang above the silver plate, and with the other hand, she took out a fishbone-shaped knife, and pressed the sharp blade against her fingertips.

"That's fine." Yan Shaoqing held his index finger empathetically, and said timidly, "I just happen to be a little afraid of pain."

Nangongque chuckled, the blade was about to cut her finger with all her strength, but was stopped by Yan Shaoqing's sudden cry.

"Wait." Yan Shaoqing frowned, and said thoughtfully, "I used to feel that something was wrong, but now I suddenly remembered. The sacrifice written in the closet is the crystallization of the bones of the faithful. But the truth of the final story is that Feng Zhenxuan repented before his death and left behind a blood book cursing the devil. Then he should not be called a loyalist, at most he is a betrayer."

"The one who breaks the promise is right." Nangongque smiled disapprovingly, raised his eyebrows at Yan Shaoqing, "I can only say sorry."

When he received the main task of the demon believer camp, the system reminded him that the three sacrifices needed were the bone crystal of the betrayer, a drop of blood of the faithful, and the cursed blood book of resentment.

The luminous text in the closet was not written by any young lady at all, but he left it in advance and asked Ji to bring Yan Shaoqing into the closet, so that the other party could see it on purpose.

At that time, everyone thought that the owner of the manor who believed in demons was the master Feng Zhenxuan. In order to deceive Yan Shaoqing into cooperating with his actions, and did not want to reveal the real identity of the manor owner, he changed the betrayer into a loyal one.

Unexpectedly, this rookie who seemed to be deceitful actually realized it, but it was too late, and the overall situation was already settled.

Nangongque couldn't help but glance at the man who was following Yan Shaoqing, with a respectful expression on his face.

Don't blame him, this time he really didn't intend to harm others, he was just following orders.

"What do you mean by that?"

Yan Shaoqing sensed something was wrong and reached out to stop Nangongque, but he was still a step too late.

Nangong Sparrow exerted a little force, and the sharp blade cut through the skin, and the dark red blood slid down the smooth surface of the knife, and landed on the silver plate below with a "tick".

Thick black mist gathered in the three silver plates, spiraled up, and enveloped the hanging pictures on the wall. The evil spirit that diffused for a while even wiped out the white smoke in the incense burner.

The black mist on the face of the man in the painting is gradually dissipating, the handsome and profound facial features, the cool and light lips, the pupils that are as black as splashed ink in the middle of the night, the indifferent expression and the oppressive atmosphere around him are like Satan descending on the world, it seems that only one is needed Eyes can make people fall into the abyss.

The demon seemed to have just woken up from a long sleep, its slender fingers moved slightly, its tall body emerged from the drawing paper wrapped in billowing black mist, and landed in front of Gongtai with steady steps.

"grown ups."

Nangong Que called out respectfully, then bent forward, knelt down on one knee, took out the silver reverse cross pendant, and lightly stuck it on the back of the man's hanging hand.

[System prompt: Congratulations to player Nangong Sparrow for successfully showing the token to the demon. The main mission is completed, and the logout button has been activated. You can log out of the game at any time. 】

Yan Shaoqing seemed to be frightened by the sudden appearance of the black mist, and retreated vigilantly to a farther place.

He smacked his tongue watching Nangong Que's dedicated performance, as for it?It's just role-playing, and it really looks like that.

"You can leave now."

The man in black whispered something to Nan Gongque, but his oppressive eyes fell on Yan Shaoqing.

"Yes."

Nangongque responded without daring to neglect, and immediately pressed the logout button, and her gradually transparent body disappeared into the ancestral hall.

Seeing that Nangongque had successfully completed the main task, Yan Shaoqing tore off the silver reverse cross from his neck, held it tightly in his hand, and muttered to himself in a soft voice: "Just stick it Is it all right?"

He stared nervously at the strange man in the black dress, and he was slightly relieved when he saw that the man was standing where he was and did not come forward.

He glanced sideways at the place where Ryan was originally, and it was empty and disappeared. This idiot ran faster than him, but it happened at such a critical time.

It's not an option to freeze in place like this, the main task will still have to be done sooner or later.

Yan Shaoqing took a deep breath, bravely walked forward slowly, and stopped when he was one meter away from the black-clothed demon.

There was still some fear in his eyes, and he raised and lowered his tentative arm several times. Seeing that the demon did not move, he finally mustered up his courage, bit his lip, and raised his hand to forcefully stick the reverse cross pendant on the demon's forehead.

There was no system beep, no response, and nothing happened, except for the increasingly dangerous eyes under the dark pupils.

But Yan Shaoqing didn't seem to notice the devil's eyes, and at the moment his mind and attention were all on completing the task.

"Shouldn't it be?"

Yan Shaoqing blinked suspiciously, and with a sudden force in his hand, he pressed the reverse cross heavily on the demon's forehead, wishing he could embed it directly.

But before he had time to exert all his strength, his raised wrist was grasped by a broad and powerful palm, and he slowly lowered it, his dark eyes without waves stared deeply at his face.

Even though the hand that strangled him didn't exert too much strength, the intimidating power of the demon was enough to drain all of his strength in an instant.

Yan Shaoqing withdrew his hand in horror, stepped back, and couldn't help but glance towards the door, only to find that the narrow wooden door had disappeared, leaving only a red wall glowing with blood.

But even if the door isn't gone, it won't help.

It was too late, and from the moment the sleeping demon was awakened, the gates of the manor were permanently closed.

He has already become the turtle in the urn, even if he can escape from this ancestral hall at this time, he cannot escape from the palm of the devil.

The demon seemed to be aware of his intention to escape, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his cold mouth, like a hunter who had driven his prey to a corner, with aggressive eyes, he walked slowly, step by step. force.

Yan Shaoqing retreated to the end, his straight back pressed against the cold and hard wall, his flickering eyes were full of fear, but he still threatened loudly with a trembling voice: "Don't come here, or I..."

Before he could finish his threatening words, the devil-like man was already standing in front of him, and his raised right hand was like a deadly weapon, gently choking his throat.

The display screen in the live broadcast room turned into black and white snowflakes in an instant.

【How is this going?Why is the signal interrupted at a critical moment? 】

【Need to say?Obviously it's cold. 】

[The neck is broken, after all, the fatal attack of the escape game boss is just the blink of an eye. 】

[Beautiful little brother, I will never be able to keep you QAQ]

[I'm a die-hard fan of White Rose. I've been squatting in the live broadcast room until now just to wait for this moment. I can't wait to applaud this BOSS. I just want to say that this newcomer died well and deserves it. Dear sister Rose can finally rest in peace up. 】

When Yan Shaoqing felt the devil's fingertips touch his skin, he immediately closed his eyes and clenched his fingers tightly, obviously waiting for the god of death to come.

But the fingers strangling the neck did not use any force for a long time, and the warm fingertips rubbed against the smooth and white neck, feeling the vigorous vitality flowing under the blue blood vessels.

Yan Shaoqing opened his eyelids tremblingly, and stared at the man in front of him in fear. He only needed a little force at this moment to end his life immediately.

"You, what do you want to do?"

He made a noise like a mosquito, like a Persian cat with shaggy fur, withdrew all its sharp claws and sharp edges, curled up pitifully weak and helpless against the wall and shivered.

The man was half a head taller than him, leaned slightly and put his other hand against the wall next to him, a low and dangerous voice sounded slowly.

"Unlucky man, huh?"

Yan Shaoqing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly terrified, the other party's fingers were still tightly attached to his fragile white neck, like a sharp knife hanging in his throat, even his tense and rapid breathing became a little rough

"How do you know?" Yan Shaoqing paused, and immediately figured out who betrayed him. He looked around and cursed loudly at the void, "Lian, you useless fool, shameless traitor, coward, coward, shrink Where did you go to the eight holes of the turtle, you..."

The pleasant and clear voice was a bit timid, so that those cursing voices that had no deterrent effect sounded coquettish, and the slightly trembling tone seemed to be crying at any time.

The demon's eyes sank, he let go of his neck, his two fingers slid up the skin like a poisonous snake, grabbed his jaw forcefully, and lifted it slightly, making the rest of his words choke in his throat.

A pair of clear amber pupils were forced to face directly to the jet black pupils above, misty, as if full of panic and helplessness.

"Now you know you're afraid?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly, with an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed a little helpless, "You should really keep your mouth shut."

At the same time as the words fell, the man leaned down suddenly, and pressed the two thin lips tightly on his soft lips that were reddened by too much tension, so shocked that he even stopped breathing for a while.

The short-term suffocation made his face gradually flush, and the corners of his long and narrow eyes were filled with an intoxicating blush, and even the clear amber pupils were covered with a hazy mist.

Although the devil is domineering and powerful, and his kissing skills are unfamiliar, but the kiss is still gentle.

After a few seconds, the demon gradually let go, giving him a chance to breathe.

Yan Shaoqing took a few breaths, and looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, because he was a little shy because of his ambiguous behavior before, but the fear on his face subsided a bit.

He carefully examined the man with an unfamiliar face, and suddenly realized: "So it's you, and your kissing skills are still as bad as ever."

The devil was a little stunned by the first sentence, but his face darkened when he heard the second sentence, and his deep pupils were stained with sullenness and jealousy.

He was sure that this was his first kiss, so who was that man with poor kissing skills that Yan Shaoqing was talking about?

The devil suppressed his anger, and was about to ask questions, but Yan Shaoqing suddenly smiled happily, opened his arms and hugged him intimately, wrapped his hands around his back, and hugged his body tightly.

This sudden attack made the devil's thoughts blank for an instant, and he froze in place for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Yan Shaoqing rested his chin lightly on the demon's shoulder, brought his lips close to the other's ear, and whispered in a deceptive voice, "What a pity, I thought you would give me a tongue kiss."

While speaking full of affection, her voice was extremely cold.

Almost at the same time as the voice fell, Yan Shaoqing slightly parted his lips, and bit the other's earlobe forcefully, the wet and slippery temperature of the tongue poured into the skin, as if carrying an electric current that touched people's hearts, making the devil's tall body I couldn't help trembling.

[System prompt: Congratulations to player Yanqing for successfully showing the token to the demon. The main task is completed, and the logout button has been activated. You can log out of the game at any time. 】

The moment the system prompted to complete the main task, Yan Shaoqing's whole body was covered by an invisible barrier, and the demon was bounced off by the barrier, and he staggered back a few steps.

After successfully completing the main task released by the system, the ghosts in the game can no longer cause any damage to the player.

"Surprise!"

Yan Shaoqing stuck out his tongue excitedly at the devil, revealing a black imprint in the shape of an inverted cross on the tongue.

In fact, according to the plan made before the game started, he planned to stick out his tongue at the ancient demon and make a grimace when he cleared the level.

Although there were some changes after the game started, some small changes occurred in the details, but it is harmless, in short, it is enough to pass the level.

Yan Shaoqing ignored the devil's dark eyes that dripped ink, and smiled faintly at him.

"Before I leave the game, there is one more thing I want to say to you."

Yan Shaoqing raised the corner of his mouth, took out a lighter from the system space, and pressed it lightly, a cluster of hot flames burst out, distorting the surrounding air.

The next moment, he slightly raised his hand and threw the lit lighter to the ground in front of the man, drawing a shining arc in midair.

"Since they are all in the coffin, I suggest direct cremation."

A low voice and flames fell at the same time, and the blood pine floor was immediately ignited, turning into a sea of ​​flames, instantly obliterating the demon's body.