The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Ren Yifei felt 'rich and powerful' in one skill.

Theoretically speaking, the living expenses in ten years are not a lot. If the role is poor, the living expenses are 10,000 yuan a year, and only 100,000 yuan in ten years.

But thinking that it can exchange materials with unlimited quantity and variety, I feel that this is a lot of money.

Whether a friend is good or not depends not on whether he is willing to chat with you when you are prosperous, but whether he is willing to drink with you when you are down. The same goes for skills.

Good skills are what can help you in difficult times.

"If it is a copy of lack of material, its effect is probably even greater than the S-level attack skills." Saman also noticed.

"Well, I'm even happier. It seems that the Desolation Horn cannot interfere with the sending of game rewards." Desolation Horn itself certainly does not want them to continue to strengthen their strength, but the rewards given this time are still rich and practical, which shows that the Desolation Horn is independent. The rules of operation, it itself cannot change much.

This shows that, at least when playing games, it is relatively a fair environment.

"We'll be together next time?" I don't know when Saman's chair touched him. The chairs of the two were very close, and the people were very close, especially Saman put one hand on the back of Ren Yifei's chair. There seems to be a special kind of intimacy when I go up.

Very few people can resist Ren Yifei's indifference. Even if they say yes at first, they will ask for more later, and if they don't get it, they will go crazy.

"Even if you do more, I won't be moved."

"What do you want to be moved?" Saman doesn't like to complicate simple things, liking and being moved are two different things.

He was too close, and the sweet aroma surrounded Ren Yifei, just like the person in front of him, it was very sweet and soft, enough to soothe the pain caused by the indifference of the world.

He had been wondering what exactly he was smelling, and now he knew.

"If the soul has a taste, what do you think it will taste like?" Ren Yifei asked him suddenly

It was an interesting question, and Saman thought about it for a while: "Well, orange soda?"

Sweet and sour orange flavored soda? Ren Yifei couldn't help but laugh, it was also a very cute taste.

"Isn't it? It was my favorite thing when I was a kid."

"It's winter, the smell of a dessert shop on the corner." Ren Yifei said with certainty. And it was a silent and cold winter night, with orange lights on, and a dessert house with fluffy desserts on display.

This statement is very novel, and Saman never thought that the taste of his own soul would be so delicious. He knew that this was just a metaphor, but at a certain moment, looking at Ren Yifei's serious expression, Saman felt that it was true.

He is the taste of A Fei's favorite dessert.

"A Fei guess what he smells like?"

"What does it taste like?" Ren Yifei was also curious about what he would taste like in the eyes of others.

"It's the smell of sunshine." Saman smiled and leaned over, as if to kiss him, but restrained, "I like the smell of sunshine, does Ah Fei like the smell of dessert houses?"

Saman's heart was pounding, he was looking forward to Ren Yifei's response, and he was also vaguely worried that he would be greeted by a clear rejection.

Ren Yifei suddenly found that Saman's eyes were a beautiful yellow-brown when the sun shone, like melted sugar cubes.

"Like it, how could you not like the smell of a candy house?" he said in his heart, that was what he most looked forward to in the fairy tales that others had told by chance, revolving around a sweet and happy house.

He thought then that if someone tried to trick him with a candy store, he would be tricked away.

As a result, no one used the candy house to deceive him when he was a child, but when he grew up, a man tempted him with the aroma of the dessert house.

His heart was also filled with the soft fragrance. Ren Yifei was about to turn sideways to speak when he suddenly caught a glimpse of two guiding spirits with a sense of presence nearby. The one from his family was looking at them curiously.

The next thing he has to do is to teach bad children.

"Huh? What is that?"

Following Ren Yifei's sight, he guided the elf to turn around, and Saman's sight also shifted. Suddenly a hand came over and put it on his face, the sunlight approached.

Saman only felt that his lips were touched by the falling petals, and dewdrops moistened his lips.

"like."

A kiss is one touch.

Ren Yifei calmly picked up the water glass to drink: "It's a little sweet."

Saman held a cup in his hand, his eyes slightly widened.

When the two guide elves turned back, Saman's face was as red as drunk.

"There's nothing in that direction. What's wrong with this player? Is he allergic?" A big question mark floated on the light screen that guided the wizard.

Saman's guide elf has understood something, it can't stand the stupidity of its host, and sneered: "Yeah, allergies." Allergic to love.

The light of the dusk fell on the sea, putting a gentle filter on the world, and Saman's heart fluttered and began to dance. He recalled, still a little annoyed, a hundred disappointments with his own performance.

"hooligan……"

"No." Hearing the sweetness of the voice, he knew what Saman wanted to do.

"Again. It was just too fast." The wolf in Saman's heart howled under the moon. Not enough, licking meat and bones can't be full.

"How much do you think..."

The two shadows overlapped, the breath intertwined.

The evil wolf who got permission no longer pretended to be cute and cute. He plundered everything he could have. Hearing the nasal voice with moisture in his ears, his eyes were green as if he had been hungry for three days and three nights.

The guide wizard was stunned, and a string of garbled characters appeared on the screen.

Samant is much calmer when he has to guide the elf. There is only a lit vicissitudes of smoke on its light screen: Can this host who deserves to be single until the end of the world have company? Human beings are really incomprehensible.

regret.

Regret now.

It has to be grinded for a few more days anyway.

Looking at the teeth marks on his neck in the mirror, Ren Yifei's face was as black as ink: Is this a dog's? What's wrong with not leaving a trace?

Saman was lying on the door of the bathroom with a pitiful expression like a rain-soaked dog: "A Fei, I was wrong, if you are not happy, bite me too?"

He just knew that Ren Yifei would eat soft and not hard, so he pretended to be good at this moment.

The door opened suddenly, and Saman, who was lying on the door, almost fell inside.

"A Fei." His eyes were bright, and a wolf's tail was almost wagging behind him.

"Huh." Ren Yifei ignored him.

However, just like when Saman was stalking and couldn't drive him away, it is even more impossible to drive him away now, let alone indifference, even if he is cold, he cannot drive him away.

Ren Yifei simply ignored him. He contacted Boss Ah Jin and talked about watching the demo of "Ant's Nest". They have an appointment for tomorrow morning.

Saman peeled him apples, cut them into pieces, made him tea, and went about his business in front of the light screen.

Although there were more people in the room, Ren Yifei didn't feel uncomfortable. In the past, it was the assistant who walked around his residence, and he always had the discomfort of having his private life invaded.

Are you too used to it? But it's less than two months to be full, so it's not a habit.

"Dong Dong." The table was knocked twice, and when he looked up, he saw that Saman was holding a blank piece of paper in his hand: Can you take me with you?

There is also a 'poor' tearful expression on the side.

The shrewd-looking Saman used this expression, which was a bit irritating.

"..." Ren Yifei continued typing, "Tomorrow I will go with my friends."

Saman raised the corner of his mouth proudly, and then turned into a harmless appearance the next second Ren Yifei looked over.

Ren Yifei twitched the corners of his mouth: Just pretend.

"Your friend?" Boss Ah Jin was a little surprised, because Ren Yifei gave her the impression that she was alone, and she had never heard of who Black Rabbit was particularly good with... No, there really was one.

"Okay." Boss Ah Jin replied, she guessed a name, but didn't ask. This wasn't something she should care about.

After closing the communication page, Saman appeared beside him with a smiling face: "Is it the copy of Ah Fei's transformation into an elf?"

"Well." Ren Yifei suddenly remembered that Saman knew that his role was 'Jiang', but he didn't know that he was also disguised as 'Gucheng', and even had a rivalry with him.

Thinking of this matter, Ren Yifei was in a delicate mood, and he began to look forward to seeing the demo film tomorrow: "It's "Ant Nest", by the way, I will send the video of "Little Game". But tonight I need to make a rough edit and send out some inconvenient things. content removed."

Saman didn't know what Ren Yifei was expecting. He was just happy and wished to introduce his identity to all the people Ren Yifei knew. Those three words circulated on the tip of his tongue and he felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by happiness.

"I'm very excited right now." Realizing that Ren Yifei was not at work but in a daze, Saman came directly over and rubbed his neck. In fact, he wanted to bite more, but he couldn't.

Ren Yifei suspected that Saman belonged to a cat. He wanted to rub all his scent on him and secretly swore to swear his sovereignty?

Yet he didn't hate it.

I want a warm, close hug, I want the warmth of a human being. Originally, I could only draw warmth from the characters I played, but now it seems that I can feel it from others.

Therefore, Ren Yifei could not refuse.

No need to be tighter, just hugging together like this can relieve the skin's thirst.

"Afei." Seeing Ren Yifei letting go, Saman asked tentatively, "Can I leave a pair of slippers here?"

Ren Yifei didn't like other people's things appearing in his house, but this time he agreed, a pair of slippers was nothing.

"Where's the drinking glass?" He pointed to the glass that he had just bought, the same shape as Ren Yifei.

Ren Yifei thought for a while, then nodded again.

"Where's the cute boyfriend?" Saman shamelessly affixed gold to himself.

"no."

The sun went down and night fell. After asking for a good night kiss to no avail, the lovely boyfriend left Ren Yifei's house lonely and went to the next door.

The equally cute guide elf cried: "I shouldn't have let him in in the morning, the player will be robbed by him. I know you will forget me when you have a new person."

At this moment, the guide elf seemed to be the eldest son of the second child, and his whole body was full of drama. Ren Yifei couldn't help laughing and crying: "Watch less TV, call me tomorrow at seven o'clock."

"Oh."

Ren Yifei thought he would dream, dreaming of 'lust', and got a 'true fragrance' evaluation. But that night he slept soundly and dreamed nothing.

He woke up early the next day, his body and soul more relaxed than ever. Even when he was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, his face seemed more rosy than before.

Opening the door, a man stood at the door facing the morning dew, holding a handful of freshly picked wildflowers and a heat preservation food box. Seeing Ren Yifei, he smiled: "Good morning, do you want to have breakfast together?"

"Okay." Ren Yifei said.

A new, beautiful day begins again.