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

Yan Chengyu ignored the man's muzzle, turned around and supported Yan Shaoqing's arm, pulled him to a corner, and said worriedly: "Master, please take shelter here for a while, because there may be danger later. "

"Then be careful yourself." Yan Shaoqing faced Yan Chengyu, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Golden Retriever Lion King. He felt that the man might be dying.

"Okay, young master." Yan Chengyu nodded and smiled.

When he walked in front of the burly man again, all the smiles on Yan Chengyu's face had disappeared, leaving only a chilling killing intent.

"What did you call me just now?" Yan Chengyu pulled out the sickle from the portable space, with a cold look in his eyes, "Say it again."

"You, where did your sickle come from?" The burly man's eyes widened in horror, and his fingers holding the gun became stiff.

With such a huge weapon conjured out of thin air, could it be that he really underestimated the "woman" in front of him?

No, it must be some kind of blindfold!He was almost bluffed by the opponent.

The burly man calmed down and said loudly arrogantly: "With that cold weapon in your hand, can it still outrun my bullets?"

Yan Chengyu sneered, clamped the blade of the sickle with his index finger and middle finger, and lifted it up forcefully, pulling the blade out of the knife.

Fingers pressed against the blade and slid alternately, the blade was divided into two layers, which slid towards both sides, and the bottom ends were connected together, which looked very much like a boomerang.

This sickle can also be divided into a long-range weapon? !

The burly man was shocked, the maid was indeed more dangerous than she looked.He gritted his teeth, without further hesitation, and pressed the trigger directly at Yan Chengyu.

"Da da da……"

"Dangdangdang..."

Yan Chengyu's footsteps did not move at all, but he used the blade to block his chest, and easily caught the flying bullets one after another, and threw the flying blade in his right hand towards the burly man's chest at the same time.

The burly man struggled to dodge the flying blade, but before he had time to stand firm, the sharp blade made a semicircle in the air and flew back towards his head again.The blade cut through the skin on the top of his head, bringing up a large piece of blood-stained hair, and directly turning him into a Mediterranean.

"Damn it." The burly man cursed boldly, his face turned pale with shock, and he even forgot to cover his bleeding head with his hands.

Yan Chengyu was not so kind as to give his opponent any chance to breathe. When his two fingers received the flying blade, he immediately inserted it back into the blade, rushed to the burly man in two steps, raised his hand He picked up the sickle and chopped it down on the opponent's head.

The burly man grabbed the AK47 with both hands in a panic and placed it above his head.

"Crack!"

The blade collided violently with the body of the gun, and under the powerful impact, the burly man lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The sickle stopped in mid-air, and the AK47 was broken in two.

"It looks like you can't even protect yourself." Yan Chengyu said grimly with the corners of his mouth curled up.Holding the sickle tightly with both hands, he slowly raised it upwards.

The burly man's eyes were full of despair, and his whole body trembled violently. If it wasn't for the sickle symbolizing death hanging above his head, he would have passed out on the spot.

"Hush-hush-"

Yan Chengyu was about to swing down the scythe, but suddenly there was the friction sound of something sliding on the ground all around, and countless strange objects like black hair poured in from the window and the door, and quickly approached several people in the room.

Thinking that Yan Shaoqing was still hiding in the corner alone, Yan Chengyu gave up the chance to kill the burly man, turned around and cut off the black hair crawling behind him with a scythe, raised his feet and was ready to run towards Yan Shaoqing.

However, the piece of black hair in front of him that was originally close to the ground suddenly rose up, half a meter above the top of Cheng Yu's head, covering his body like waves blown by a gust of wind, covering him instantly. It blocked his vision and shrouded him in darkness.

The aura emanating from Yan Shaoqing's body also disappeared at this moment.

Why would it disappear?Could it be that the haired monster set up another barrier to block Yan Shaoqing's breath?I remember seeing a lot of this kind of black hair in the room where Yan Shaoqing was found.

The sudden change made Yan Chengyu flustered, he used all his strength, swung wildly with his knives, and cut open the black hair covering him.The scattered hairs flew all over the sky and fell to the ground, but the scene in front of him made him freeze in place.

In just a second or two, all the black hair in the room, together with Yan Shaoqing, had disappeared.

Yan Chengyu walked to the corner where Yan Shaoqing used to be, tested the surroundings, and searched the entire convenience store without giving up, but still did not find any disguised transparent barriers.

He walked up to the burly man, who was still covered in a pile of hair, like a black cocoon.

The man struggled desperately inside, and the outer skin of the black cocoon kept protruding outward, but the hair was too tough, and it was impossible to break out of the cocoon with only his hands.

Yan Chengyu pondered for a moment, then opened a gap in the black cocoon with the tip of the knife.

The burly man tore open the crack in embarrassment, crawled out from inside, took several breaths, and was about to stand up when he saw Yan Chengyu standing in front of him with a grim expression.

Before he had time to immerse himself in the joy of the rest of his life, he once again fell into the bottom of despair.

"Where is the young master? Where did you go?" Yan Chengyu asked coldly.

"I... I was covered by my hair, so I couldn't see anything." The burly man replied tremblingly.

"It's all your fault, for causing me to lose the young master." Yan Chengyu raised his scythe expressionlessly, if it wasn't for solving this troublesome guy, he wouldn't have pulled so far away from Yan Shaoqing distance.

The burly man propped his hands on the ground, retreated back in horror, and said repeatedly in a begging tone: "Wait, don't kill me, we can work together to find that Young Master Yan. When the time comes, all the people and money will belong to you. I'm also at your disposal."

"Cooperate? I can't do it. Because of you..." Yan Chengyu clenched the handle of the knife, eyes full of disgust, "It's too ugly!"

The blade flew down, cutting the burly man's head in two neatly, and then slashed at the man's body several times as if venting his anger, before leaving the convenience store in resentment.

Ten minutes after Yan Chengyu left, the wall on the ceiling began to gradually bulge downwards, turning into a jet-black color, and soon separated from the wall.

A ball of soft black fur gently fell to the ground, a cross slit was split from the top, and it opened to all directions, revealing the person hiding inside.

Yan Shaoqing stood up, and glanced helplessly at the black hair surrounding him. When Yan Chengyu was confronting the burly man, the sudden influx of hair rolled him in.

Although I can breathe normally inside, I can't see or hear, and I don't know what happened to those two people in the end.

While exercising the aching muscles and bones all over his body, he looked around the scene in the convenience store.

There was a pile of disgusting lumps of flesh by the window, and the human form could not be seen for a long time, but from the green dragon tattoo on the skin, it could be recognized that it should be the corpse of that burly man.

Yan Chengyu was not in the convenience store. He probably thought he was captured by a monster, so he went out to look for him. In fact, he was trapped on the roof the whole time.

The hair in front of him slowly piled up, revealing a figure with strangely rough hair. It blinked the big black eye in the middle of its head, its lips were rounded, and let out a sound like a breath of relief. The brisk "eyes".

Yan Shaoqing: "..." He always mooed like a yak, so we might as well call it a moo monster.

It seemed that this moo moo monster was really timid. Shu Baili had scared him away once in the house, and this time he was also very afraid of Yan Chengyu, and for some reason he kept pestering him.

"Why did you arrest me?" Yan Shaoqing asked.

As if he understood Yan Shaoqing's words, the moo monster shook his head desperately, grabbed his body with two thick big palms, pulled out a large handful of hair, and rubbed it on his chest indiscriminately. Sharp nails are also constantly interspersed among the hair.

After working like this for a few minutes, the moo moo monster stopped. He carefully pinched the corner of the black hair with his fingers, and brought it up in front of Yan Shaoqing. It unfolded in mid-air, and it turned out to be in the shape of a piece of clothing. Not too small, exactly the same size as him.

"..." Yan Shaoqing looked at the black "sweater" blankly, "So, you just want to send me a dress?"

The clothes he was wearing were indeed a bit thin, and the white mist in the air carried bursts of coolness. The thicker the mist, the colder it was. It's just that he was moving all the time, so he didn't feel that cold.

Looking at the slightly trembling black hair on the "sweater", Yan Shaoqing decided to decline.

"Thank you, actually I..."

Yan Shaoqing's mouth was covered by the "sweater" covering his head, and the words of rejection were also stuck in half.

When he said the word "thank you", the moo monster let out a happy cry, and couldn't wait to lift the "sweater" to help him put it on. When he realized it, the pure wool "sweater" "It's already set on him.

Just after putting on the "sweater", the moo monster continued to scramble up on his body, and soon wove a black semicircular shell again, and brought it in front of Yan Shaoqing.

"This is..." Yan Shaoqing thought about it seriously, "Bird's Nest?"

To be honest, it's more like a half-eaten watermelon rind or a black pot without a handle.

Moo Moo turned around suddenly, put the black round shell on Yan Shaoqing's head, straightened it up with both hands, and smiled reassuringly.

Yan Shaoqing: "..."

Walking out of the convenience store wearing a black pot, he would rather choose to die on the spot.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Liyu for the landmines, ok (づ￣3￣)づ