The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

She stopped three meters away, her eyes were full of water vapor, and she seemed to have countless thoughts that she wanted to tell him: "Senior brother retreated before, I thought I couldn't come this time."

Still here, the original owner's Shura field.

Ren Yifei straightened his expression.

He had already had this kind of consciousness. Yesterday was the junior brother, and today it was the junior sister's turn.

No matter what, he won't be crazier than Junior Brother.

It is absolutely impossible for the original owner to have a relationship with any of them that surpasses the senior brothers and sisters. If there is, just like the junior brothers, he would have gone crazy.

However, how did these two people who both liked the original owner get together?

Ren Yifei felt that something was a little strange.

"Long time no see." Ren Yifei said a panacea, and did not change his tone, as if he was facing a stranger.

If their brothers and sisters have a good relationship, then Ren Yifei's politeness will hurt people.

She would instinctively be surprised, then sad, and then maybe a little resentful.

All of this emotional change unfolds on the face, leading to subtle changes in expression.

This is what the teacher taught him when he was learning acting. It's how to use the details of expressions to pile up the characters and promote the plot.

But the beautiful woman on the opposite side did not have the pain of being stimulated, her eyes did not widen, her brows did not wrinkle, and the masseter muscles on both sides did not change.

In other words, she was not surprised. It is normal for a stranger like Ren Yifei to behave as politely and distantly, and it is familiar to the other party.

Even the admiration in her eyes did not decrease by half.

Okay, not the second Qinghong, at least not crazy.

With such a basic judgment, Ren Yifei knew how to go down.

As a character who is unrequited love, he actually has a little psychological advantage, and can get some information out of the way.

"You invited me here?" Ren Yifei asked.

The beautiful woman subconsciously shook her head slightly, but said, "It's me."

Then she added: "I just didn't expect senior brother to come."

"Why?" he asked again.

The beautiful woman avoided his gaze, turned back, and stared at him: "Blossom viewing, a spring feast, of course it is viewing flowers."

She stretched out her hand to support the hairpin on her head, the six-petal curled flower was like a small lantern, and the petals were transparent like crystal: "There is some misunderstanding between senior brother and Qinghong, I hope you can solve the knot. If he does If it's wrong, I hope my brother will correct it in time, so as not to make a big mistake."

Looking at the hairpin on her head that was exactly the same as the lantern flower she got in the garden, Ren Yifei tightened his fingers and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him.

Did she mean it or not?

Ren Yifei blinked, wrote down the flower hairpin on the other party's head, and went to analyze her words and deeds today.

It was different from last night. Yesterday, her performance was that she hoped that he would leave, and even whispered that he should not come, but today it has changed.

Is it because someone warned her last night and made her change her mind?

Is it the younger brother Qinghong?

As far as he knew, in this copy, shaking his head also expressed denial.

But the beautiful woman in front of her shook her head and said yes, her words and deeds were inconsistent, and she was lying. The eyes stared at him after that, as if deliberately emphasizing the authenticity of his words, which also showed that there was concealment or misleading in his words.

The two lies and misdirections were all to reassure him and then stay.

But on the other side, he deliberately kept his head down, protruding the flower hairpin on his head, and even deliberately supported it, as if to remind him of something.

Really contradictory.

Ren Yifei was about to try again when a series of footsteps sounded.

But seeing the host of the banquet with a few attendants, walking through the hanging flower door, only to find him, he was very surprised: "Senior brother is here. Ah, is the madam too?"

The beautiful woman who was talking to Ren Yifei before laughed, and the smile didn't reach her eyes: "I'm here to talk to my senior brother to catch up with the past. What is the 'husband' anxious about? Afraid that I will say bad things about you?"

"Madame misunderstood." Qinghong also smiled falsely.

"Don't worry, we have practiced together with senior brother for so many years, don't senior brother know your personality?"

After speaking, she turned her head, and the beautiful woman didn't look at her husband and ignored him. At a glance, you can see that the husband and wife are not in a good relationship, and they respect each other like 'ice'.

Ren Yifei's eyes met Qinghong's. One of them was smiling, the other was indifferent, but the other looked at each other with hidden murderous intent.

Not brother. Qinghong was very disappointed, but he was also an actor, and he didn't show any traces at all, and he didn't want to strangle him yesterday: "I saw Senior Brother, did you sleep well yesterday?"

He was fine if he didn't say the word "sleep", but when he said the word "sleep", Ren Yifei was a hundred dissatisfied. Therefore, he did not respond to the word "Senior Brother" of Qinghong, and said indifferently: "I can't afford it."

Qinghong was still smiling, he stretched out his hand and patted it twice, and the attendant behind him came out holding a tray.

A brown-black tray with something in the middle, covered with a red cloth, piled up in the shape of a hill.

A gust of wind blew, and the red cloth on the tray was blown away, and a head with a small black cap was placed on it. It was completely dead, and its face was blue and gray.

It's the little old man.

"Tsk, what kind of disgusting thing is this, also show it to senior brother?" The beautiful woman flicked her sleeves, and the red cloth automatically covered it back.

She added: "My brother and I rarely see each other. If it's convenient for 'husband', can we avoid it for the time being?"

Qinghong turned his head, the husband and wife looked at each other, but it was swords, guns, sticks, and lightning and thunder.

"Senior brother and I also have something to say." Qinghong said.

"If you did something wrong and offended your senior brother, you should end up like this. I have warned my subordinates to be vigilant, and I will definitely make senior brother have a good time."

"What do you have to do with me when you kill your own people?" Ren Yifei didn't even look at his head.

warn me?

"Yes, yes, I'm over-hearted. Yesterday, my senior brother demolished some of my houses. I thought my senior brother was not happy."

Qinghong waved his hand, and the attendant withdrew with the tray. He leaned over with that sincere smile on his face: "Brother, if you are curious about this place, why don't I come and introduce it myself?"

The beautiful woman frowned, and just as she was about to make a move, Qinghong stepped forward to block her figure behind him.

They were very close, Qinghong stretched out his hand to tidy up Ren Yifei's collar, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother never brings little demons who don't know where they came from and wantonly destroy them."

Ren Yifei knew that this was accusing him of ruining his senior brother's image.

In fact, he was the one who ruined his senior brother's image, and people like He Jun should not be caught in the rosy gossip.

The experience with less than 1,000 words on the resume is either in the pursuit of the Tao or in the pursuit of the road.

There is no doubt that He Jun's ambition has never been emotional. Even if there are feelings, it is only the purest friendship between brothers and sisters, and there will be no more.

His relationship with Qinghong was supposed to be very close, at least he trusted him before he got drunk, otherwise how could he get drunk in front of this person? But after that time, they broke up unhappily. The original owner had been in retreat for a hundred years and just came out.

For Qinghong, a hundred years is a long period of personal experience. For the original owner, a hundred years is yesterday.

So, what about his feelings for his younger brother? Will it wear off so quickly?

The original owner still cared about the three drops of blood that he lost after getting drunk that day, but when he encountered such a thing, he still didn't mention the matter of teaching his younger brother.

Ren Yifei looked at Qinghong and his eyes stabilized.

He Jun can be a brother, a father, but not a lover, this is the answer.

Substituting in the complicated emotions He Jun may have, Ren Yifei's eyes when looking at Qinghong are even more complicated.

In addition to being unhappy, it may be more of a helplessness of 'what to do'. Although it looks like swords are drawn, but all of a sudden, it is not to that extent, but it is more disappointment.

"You don't have to lead the way yourself, I have a companion."

Qinghong's hand paused, but he still carefully smoothed the folds on his collar: "I don't know who it is?"

"have you seen."

Qinghong raised his eyes, his eyes became more and more dangerous: "Senior brother, do you want to be careful?"

"Hejun, I'm here." Saman walked out of the corner. With a giant sword on his back, he strode to the side of Ren Yifei in a few strokes, with a natural and generous attitude, like a friend.

The younger brothers and sisters looked at each other with eyes like sharp arrows.

Ren Yifei looked at him: Swim together at night?

Saman smiled slightly: Yes.

The beautiful woman smiled and said, "I don't know who this is?"

But Qinghong, who was cut off, looked at the tacit understanding of the two's eye contact, his face was extremely ugly, and he turned his head and said to Ren Yifei: "This guy who doesn't know the details, I'm afraid he has a purpose to approach senior brother."

"I think it's because the adults and nobles have forgotten things and forgot that we met yesterday. Besides, even if you know the bottom line, it may not be all good." Saman threw a nail that was neither soft nor hard.

Saman just refuted, but accidentally stabbed Qinghong, making him speechless for a while.

Ren Yifei was in a happy mood, but pretended to be unhappy on his face: "Tell me to wait for a long time."

Saman knew what kind of temperament this was yesterday, and he didn't refute it now. He had to admit his mistake obediently after being scratched: "It's mine or not."

Ren Yifei flicked his sleeves: "And forgive you this time."

This can be regarded as a close attitude, which made the expressions of the Qinghong couple even more ugly. They just watched them leave one after the other, very harmonious.

"Who is he? Why is he so close to senior brother?" The beautiful woman asked her husband, when did senior brother get so close to others?

Qinghong also flicked his sleeves: "A little monster who doesn't know whether to live or die."

The hostility shown by the two NPCs made Saman dumbfounded.

He wasn't afraid to face these two NPCs head on, he just didn't expect that one day he would be involved in the NPC's love-hate relationship. Sure enough, after living for a long time, anything will happen.

"He Jun, are they?" He tried.

"Don't worry about it." Ren Yifei responded like this, but it was just a piece of shit, so let's just watch a show.

Ignore it? ...Saman chuckled.

The white-clothed monster in front of him acts like the wind, and other NPCs he encounters will stop and say hello to him. Even if they don't like him, they have to find a reason to say a few words, even if they are ridiculing.

He was very indifferent, and he ignored both those who loved him and those who hated him.

The little white-clothed demon is already like this, and if he replaced it with the bigger one, I'm afraid he doesn't even want to meet them.

Saman still remembers the way he was resting against the wall yesterday when he was exhausted. The roses like rain make people feel pity, but also arouse the destructive desire to ravage and humiliate for no reason.

People are inherently bad, Saman thought.

What if these monsters who adore him know that this unattainable monster is now in a weak period?

The higher the power, the weaker the sense of morality. When everything you want is within easy reach, people will seek higher-level stimuli, such as blaspheming some distant existence.

"I'm actually worried about the npc in a dungeon?"

"What's your name?" Ren Yifei stopped when he reached the pavilion.

Saman remembered his easy-to-understand character name: "Dapeng."

Dapeng? Ren Yifei immediately thought of his equally down-to-earth 'He Jun': "Good name."

"..." Saman was speechless, even with such a cold monster, his aesthetics about the name was still worrying.

Ren Yifei raised his head and looked up at the sky, while using the tip of his fan to pick up the long hair on his chest and tuck it behind him.

Obviously above the clouds, what you see is no different from what you see on the ground. It's all blue sky and daylight, and I don't know what magic it is.

At this moment, the weather is just right, the sun is scattered lazily in the courtyard, and a white deer is walking in the green grass.

Walking around at night are all corridors, but when you look at it during the day, there are many courtyards in this sky pavilion. The attic is ups and downs.

"Tingyun Pavilion, spring banquet, flower viewing?" Ren Yifei shook his fan gently while thinking. A feast is not a good feast.

"You will be watched closely when you walk with me. It's too late to regret it now." He looked back at Saman.

He Jun has a special status. Staying with him, Saman's words and deeds will be paid attention to, especially Qinghong's attention. For players, this is not a good thing.

"Who is He Jun referring to?"

"Everyone except you and me. Are you afraid?" Ren Yifei said this deliberately to let him know what was at stake.

Saman froze for a moment, then smiled: "He Jun is not afraid, why should I be afraid?"

Are you confident in yourself this way?

In fact, the personal characteristics of dessert players are very obvious and very appreciated. Even if there is no aroma, Ren Yifei is willing to cooperate with him.

However, this fragrance always grabs people's attention, one step ahead of his senses, desperately reminding: here, here, he is here.

"Put your hand out," he said.

Saman stretched out his hand, and a small blue crystal flower bud landed on his palm, and the soft touch felt like a cat's paw pad scraping across his palm.

"The gift from yesterday," Ren Yifei turned to leave, "Let's meet again at night."

"Where is He Jun going?"

Ren Yifei thought for a while: "Go to the kitchen and borrow some wine."

"liquor?"

"Well." Ren Yifei took two steps, glanced in a certain direction, and left here without looking back.

The author has something to say: Ah Fei: Asura Field is yours, I have nothing.