I rely on force value to clear the dungeon [unlimited]

Uncle Chen was quite easy to talk to, and he allowed them to get used to it first before starting work in the afternoon.

Even though he didn't have to work yet, Xiaoling was not idle, and started wandering around the room.

Everything in the room was normal, except for the paper flowers that seemed to be for decoration.

On the table, at the head of the bed, on the curtains, and even in the small toilet.

It's hard not to notice.

But in fact, he didn't realize it at all when he saw the room for the first time.

Even after he and Feng Congmian looked around the room, neither of them noticed those paper flowers.

It wasn't until he thought the tablecloth at the head of the bed was too ugly that he tore it off and wanted to throw it away, so that the paper flower on it fell on the back of his feet before he discovered the existence of the paper flower.

This is very wrong.

It seems to be integrated with this room. If you don't touch it, you won't notice its abrupt existence.

Xiaoling gently pinched one of the paper flowers with her index finger and thumb and turned it around, her expression was as gentle as if she was looking at something precious, but her words were indifferent: "What do you think it looks like?"

Feng Congmian was collecting all the paper flowers in the room and throwing them into the trash can. Hearing this, he raised his head, thought for two seconds and then calmly said, "Like the flowers on the funeral wreath."

"Yes." The corner of Xiaoling's mouth hooked slightly, and with a forceful hand, the paper flower turned into a crumpled ball.

The existence of paper flowers seems to have no other great use other than to scare people, at least it seems so for now.

Xiaoling raised her hand, and threw the crumpled paper flower into the trash can.

Unable to find anything to ignite, they ended up flushing a bucket of paper flowers down the toilet.

Fortunately, the toilet was of good quality and was not clogged.

They went to see other rooms on this floor. It was strange that the furnishings and layout of the other rooms were almost the same as theirs, but there were no traces of paper flowers.

After this communication, it was twelve o'clock at noon.

They ate lunch at the restaurant at the end of the street.

Uncle Chen said that he has already paid for their meals for this month, so they just need to eat three meals a day on time.

Obviously they are paid on a monthly basis, but Uncle Chen doesn't seem to care about their working hours at all, and concentrates on making paper figurines with his head down.

Even when Xiaoling and Feng Congmian passed by him to go out, he didn't look up.

The street is still very lively, and the shops on both sides of the street are almost booming. As soon as they arrived at the restaurant, they were greeted by active "shop waiters".

Looking at the two people wearing scarves who felt out of harmony, Xiao Ling held back the twitching corners of her mouth.

It turned out that Gu Yushi and Wei Jing had come to work in a restaurant.

The owner of the restaurant walked over with a smile like Maitreya Buddha: "You are here to eat, Uncle Chen has already greeted me, you can go directly to that table to eat now."

He looked more at the bulging but not exaggerated muscles of Feng Congmian's bare, exposed forearm.

When her man was watched, Xiaoling naturally acted more sensitive than the person being watched, squinting her eyes unhappily, and a dangerous breath spread quietly.

The hotel owner patted his beer belly without changing his face: "I really envy you young people's good body, it looks really energetic."

envious?

That look just now didn't look like envy.

Xiaoling's expression turned a little cold, but she still dragged Feng Congmian to the table pointed out by the hotel owner without saying anything.

He caught the flash of greed in the boss's eyes at that moment.

No matter what state of mind it was from, that look made Xiaoling extremely unhappy.

Feng Congmian didn't notice the boss's look just now, maybe he didn't take that look at ease at all, but it didn't prevent him from knowing that the little guy was angry, and it didn't prevent him from coaxing others.

So several taskers who were also on the table were forced to eat a large portion of dog food.

It wasn't until the bowls in front of Xiaoling had been piled high, and the meat and vegetables had completely covered the rice, that Feng Congmian could hold his hands.

Facing the wolf-like eyes of her lover, Xiaoling's anger dissipated all of a sudden. In order to coax the big dog, she picked up two pieces of vinegared meat with chopsticks and put them in her mouth.

The cheeks were stuffed with these two pieces of meat and became bulging like a little hamster.

chew it chew it...

The meals made by this restaurant are unexpectedly delicious.

Not worse than some premium hotels in real life.

Seeing one of them eating happily and the other feeding happily, finally someone couldn't stand it anymore.

"Are you really just here to cook?" the man asked a little bit broken.

Xiaoling glanced at him, barely remembering his self-introduction at the beginning.

What is it called... oh, it seems to be called Osawa.

"Osawa..."

Daze took a deep breath and smiled: "My name is Daze, not Daze."

After Xiaoling swallowed the broccoli in his mouth, he replied slowly: "It's not important, we are indeed here to cook, but since there are so many of you here, let's talk about the news that can be announced at the moment. "

When he was too lazy to pretend to be himself, what he said would always be so embarrassing.

It's just that he has his capital to be proud.

The unimportant classmate Daze was a little hurt, but Feng Congmian was there like a demon, which made him not have the courage to protest to this red-faced and white-toothed boy who was particularly irritating that what he just said was not important.

The fox smiled and came out to smooth things over. He proposed to work in a shoe store.

All of a sudden, everyone started to respond, and told me where they were working now. The shops on this street were inexplicably short of people, and each of them found a job.

Because this is news that can be known by just walking around the street, so no one wants to hide it.

Those who can sit on this table alive have also escaped from death. They know what clues should be shared and what needs to be hidden.

But when Xiaoling naively said that she worked in a shroud shop, except for Gu Yushi and Wei Jing who were standing beside them in aprons and listening, they were exceptionally calm, the others couldn't help but gasp.

In their eyes, this is simply courting death.

Everything in the Demon Realm that is prone to bad luck is doubly dangerous.

They also boldly chose to work in a shroud shop. Isn't this just death?

Although Gu Yushi and the others had already started to go to work, the hotel was very quiet at this time, so they just kept listening carelessly.

Seeing that the boss and the little boss were treated as weirdos by others, Wei Jing coughed twice and tried to explain for them.

Xiao Ling tilted her head directly: "What's wrong, is there something wrong?"

Feng Congmian's cold eyes swept towards everyone following the little guy's question.

The aura emanating from that body obviously didn't speak, but it seemed to say: If you dare to have an opinion, you will be killed.

This is very wrong! !

The others silently choked back the rant from their mouths.

Why is it so hard to beat workers?

After eating, Xiaoling stood up consciously and said that she was going back to work.

Others got up one after another.

When he finally left the restaurant, he looked back at the only two tables of guests in the hall.

They are still chatting happily.

Even though it was the peak time for lunch, this restaurant was the only place to eat on this street, but no one came to patronize it.

Another point that caught his attention was that the costumes of the few guests who came to dine here were as completely modern as theirs.

If you look carefully, you will find that there are actually people with completely modern clothes like them on the street, but most of them are still wearing retro clothes.

Could this purposefully highlighted difference represent two camps?

Xiaoling's eyes were gloomy, and finally she left the restaurant without saying anything.