Cannon fodder is always a heartthrob in escape games [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Shaoqing was stunned by Bajiao's answer. If Qingke wasn't the ghost of this game, who would it be?Could it be the sack head who has been following him all the time.Fortunately, he has already investigated and found out that the exit from the game is behind the opposite staircase, and success is imminent, so it doesn't matter who the ghost is.

"Let's go, let's go outside to find an exit." Yan Shaoqing stretched out two fingers and pinched the corner of Chang Siming's clothes and pulled it slightly backwards twice, but this guy just didn't turn around, and stood straight beside him. In front of him, staring at him intently with two sparkling blue eyes, as if immersed in his own world.From time to time, one or two clusters of tiny flames would ignite in his eyes, and Yan Shaoqing felt a little uncomfortable with that fiery gaze.

"If you stand still like this, I'll leave you alone." Yan Shaoqing frowned helplessly at Chang Siming, lifted his right foot and took a small step towards Chang Siming's side .

"Okay, stop acting like a baby." The corners of Chang Siming's eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hands to hold Yan Shaoqing's arms, "I just want to look at you a few more times before leaving this game."

The corner of Yan Shaoqing's mouth twitched, was he acting like a baby?He was clearly threatening!What made Chang Siming have such an illusion.

"When, when, when..."

The sound of slow and heavy footsteps suddenly came from the stairs in the distance, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground. When the steps were completely down the stairs, the successive impacts turned into a harsh drag. Line, has been extended to the door of the dungeon.

"crunch-"

The door was slowly pushed open with great force, and a tall figure walked in through the door. His head was covered with a sack, and he was dragging a huge hammer in his hand.

Yan Shaoqing was startled, why is he such a man with a sack again?Really come to anyone who thinks of it.

The man with the sack paused at the door for a second, then walked towards the depths of the corridor with big strides. His movements were a little stiff, and his originally black and quiet eyes turned scarlet like blood, just like before. The same as seen on the altar.When he reached a distance of seven or eight meters away from Yan Shaoqing and Chang Siming, he stopped, holding the sledgehammer in front of his chest with both hands, staring lifelessly at the two people in front of him, but didn't stop. one step action.

Chang Siming squinted his eyes, took two steps forward, took out a pair of knives from the portable space, stretched out his arms as if provocatively, stretched the iron chain, and pointed the sharp tip of the knives in the direction of the man with the sack.

Seeing that the man in the sack hadn't moved, Chang Siming simply took the first step, picked up a short knife and threw it towards the man in the sack.The dagger shot out like a flash of white light like lightning, bringing with it the rustling sound of the wind.

The man with the sack raised the hammer and blocked the sharp blade with the handle of the hammer, but was still shocked by the impact and retreated several meters, until he hit the door at the back, before he stabilized his footsteps.

Chang Siming's sudden attack seemed to have angered the man with the sack, and when he raised his head again, his blood-colored eyes had turned into restless dark red.He raised the sledgehammer with both hands and slammed it down towards the ground. With a loud "boom", a black crack as thick as a finger burst open on the concrete floor.

Immediately afterwards, the man with the sack hit the crater again, and the twisted crack quickly spread along the straight corridor like a poisonous snake, passing under Yan Shaoqing and Chang Siming, all the way to Wu Hong's storage room. He stopped in front of the door.

Chang Siming was in a bad mood, raised his dagger and stabbed at the man with the sack, but at the same time he struck, the man with the sack also landed on the floor for the third time, the crack suddenly widened and separated towards the two sides, blinking It turned into a bottomless black abyss, like a monster that would devour everything, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed Yan Shaoqing and the other two people into its belly.

The body fell down quickly, and the cool wind swept across the cheeks, Yan Shaoqing couldn't help closing his eyes.After a few seconds, he landed on a piece of soft cotton cloth, with his back pressed against the cold wall.Without thinking, Yan Shaoqing can guess that he must have fallen into the wedding room where he married Qing He again, and now he is lying on that wedding bed.It's a pity, it's only one step away from the exit, and in a breath, it's back to the original point, life is really elusive...

Yan Shaoqing sighed in his heart, and slowly opened his eyes. There was an old coarse sack lying on the pillow in front of him. From the two round holes, there were dark eyes with faint fluctuations. She was staring intently into his eyes.

Illusion, this must be an illusion!

He quickly closed his eyes, waited silently for two seconds, then secretly narrowed his left eye, and looked forward anxiously, but the same sack was still lying on the same place, forcing it into him like this eyelids.

Well, now he was sure that what he saw was not a hallucination, the man with the sack was indeed lying beside him, facing him, motionless like a wooden sculpture, not even turning his eyeballs.If it weren't for the fact that he had long been used to the unusual behavior of the man with the sack, he would probably have thought that the man was sleeping with his eyes open.

"What a coincidence, why did you drop here?" Yan Shaoqing had an embarrassed smile on his face, he raised his left hand and greeted the man with the sack, seeing that he didn't have any obvious reaction, he just He stretched out a finger, reached the man in the sack, tapped it lightly in the middle of the sack, and seemed to have touched an obvious protrusion, which might just be on the tip of the man's nose.

Yan Shaoqing turned his fingertips twice, and suddenly there was a sound of heavy breathing from the thick linen, and the stirring warm air hit his fingers, he hesitated slightly, and immediately retracted them He came back, but the panting sound still did not disappear.

A bad premonition welled up in his heart, Yan Shaoqing quickly pressed his hand on the bed board, tried to sit up, bent his waist, trying to crawl directly over the sack man's large body.

However, at this moment, the man with the sack suddenly raised his thick arms, and pressed his powerful palm firmly on his shoulders, gently pressing him back on the bed, and returning to the original posture of the two of them.

The big palm on his shoulders moved down slowly, and hugged his back waist, and the other big hand also reached out, pressed against the bed, passed through his armpits, and gently stroked his back .

The sack man's fingers gradually tightened, and his arms also retracted at the same time, shortening the distance between the two of them, which wasn't too far, and letting the other person's body stick to his hot chest.

"You..." A heat wave rolled in through the thin clothes, and the manic temperature made Yan Shaoqing's heart a little anxious, but his pair of deep black eyes, which were surging undercurrents, were suppressed again. I don't know how to speak.

His mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about the words to escape, but the next moment he couldn't open his mouth, because the rough sack had already approached his eyes, and the two soft protrusions were tightly attached to him through the hard burlap. Her lips kept rubbing back and forth, gently caressing them, like two pieces of cakes overflowing with floral fragrance, lingering sweetly together, getting more and more fragrant with age, making people reluctant to part for a long time.

In this regard, Yan Shaoqing made a big cross in front of his chest with both arms, and directly pressed against the sack man's chest, trying to push him away.It's a pity that the man with the sack was too strong, his chest was as hard as a rock, he couldn't push it away, he couldn't even compress his muscles, and almost sprained his wrist.

The rough touch of the sackcloth made Yan Shaoqing's lips hotter and hotter, as hot as a piece of bright red pepper, making him look more attractive, and it also made the flames in the sack man's eyes burn more intensely.

Yan Shaoqing groaned in his heart, his eyes were about to cry, but if the man with the sack was allowed to grind like this, his mouth might soon turn into a sausage.

So, he stretched out a finger, and gently touched the armpit of the sack man a few times with his fingertips. The sack man's body trembled slightly, and he froze immediately.

Even an iron-clad tough guy does have weaknesses!

Yan Shaoqing was overjoyed, taking advantage of the sack man's blankness, he quickly turned his head, pressed his face on the warm pillow, and at the same time raised his palm, and patted the sack man's face. In the past, he directly covered the restless mouth of the other party.

"Wait a minute, my mouth seems to be falling off, let me take it first." Yan Shaoqing's plaintive voice squeezed out of the cotton cloth through the fluffy pillow, appearing somewhat depressed and dull.

The sack man's lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't try to break free, just kept rubbing against his palm.

The palm of his hand was slightly hot, and the itchy feeling seemed to be getting into his heart. Yan Shaoqing was the first to lose the battle, and hurriedly withdrew his palm, and rubbed it vigorously on the bed sheet twice, before he stopped. An itch.

"I'm sorry, next time I will try my best to be gentler." The same dull voice came from Maburi, with a bit of deep apology.

What, next time? !

Yan Shaoqing raised his head in a panic because of excessive shock, and after meeting the shiny black eyes of the man with the sack, he quickly sank back on the pillow.

"Why do you keep following me?" Yan Shaoqing asked sullenly. At first, he thought he had a grudge against the other party.

"I don't know why, the first time I saw you, I felt that you were very important to me." The sack man replied.

Like him, the man in the sack fell into this wedding room and probably had a close relationship with him.Perhaps, they once really knew each other.

Yan Shaoqing raised his head suddenly, opened his eyes and looked at the man with the sack, and asked with a look of surprise, "Could it be that you are Qing He?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who cast [Landmine]: 1 Liyu;

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Thank you so much little angels for supporting me, I love you (づ￣3￣)づ