Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Richel kept coughing, and his limbs limp on the ground limply.

The gray-white sky is so far away, so dark, with no trace of light.

"Richel, Richel!" Gnar's voice went from far to near, and finally exploded in his ears.

"Richer, how did you beat Pin?"

Richel looked at him blankly, and saw that a row of houses had been turned into pieces, and Pien, who was falling down like a mountain at the end, was howling constantly, and was a little at a loss.

"I do not know."

Gnar sighed, and said: "Anyway, he is seriously injured now, you go, otherwise he will definitely tear you into pieces and feed them to sea fish."

Richer stood up numbly. His most valuable belongings were in the cart. They were either broken into pieces or already taken away by the gangsters around him. He didn't dare to look for more and limped out. .

The roads in the slums were rough and difficult to walk. After finally reaching the Gerry Street, they were almost shut out by the city gate.

The slums are only in the outer city of the outer city, nominally part of the Free City.In fact, they are abandoned residents, and they are the only ones who say they are from the City of Liberty, just like the farmers who own tens of acres of land in the suburbs outside the city, they also say they are from the City of Liberty.

Richel entered the city at the last moment when the city gate was locked. The undead guard guarding the gate saw his clothes and kindly reminded him: "There are blood cavalry patrolling the city at night. If you don't want to die, you can leave the city and stay."

Of course he knew that his good brother Gnar had told him that the night was the time when the vampires and werewolves would come and go.

If beggars roam the streets, they are easily attacked because they do not have the identity stamp of the City of Liberty. Even if they die, they do not have to bear the responsibility, so they all return to the slums at night.

There was no extra time to look for cheap hotels. He only remembered that the clump of blue flowers he sold during the day belonged to a hotel. He ran there and entered the house for the first time.

The smooth ground was glowing with a dark blue light, the carpet was so black that it couldn’t see its original appearance, and the corners were fuzzy. Several expensive black walnut tables and chairs were randomly placed in the hall, and a thick layer had been accumulated on them. Ash.

The lights of the candle trees on the wall flickered faintly, making the shadows reflected on the wine rack more erratic and flickering.

"That..." This can't be a black shop.

All of a sudden, human-flesh buns, human-handed chicken feet, stir-fried large intestines, human-fried bacon, all kinds of urban anecdotes and legends flooded in my mind, and I couldn't stop them.

"Is anyone there?" Richel called weakly.

The shadow swayed for a while, and a figure appeared from the dark blue gilded rose pattern wallpaper, and descended along the spiral staircase.

A tender pink pleated floor-length skirt, embellished bowknots, lace patterns and ribbons piled on the slender waist, a white arm exposed by layered trumpet long sleeves, a fluffy feather fan in the hand, thin shoulders, weak neck...

Such a beautiful girl, she is still a little lolita.

What kind of human meat buns, human hands and chicken feet, how could it be possible to appear in such a classic and elegant medieval...

Uh……

"Eat or stay in a hotel?" Little Lolita's face was pale, and a pair of mung bean hanging eyes looked at him fiercely, her eyebrows hung above her eyelids like brushes, and her square face with muscles stretched out was full of impatience.

"It's okay, it's okay, I entered the wrong store." Richel swallowed hard, and his feet were about to move.

As soon as he took a step, a kitchen knife was nailed to his feet, trembling at a distance of 0.001 cm from his toes.

"That... kids don't want to play with such a dangerous toy." Richel smiled stiffly, and took a step to the right.

A bottle of red wine flew past his ear, shattered on the door he was about to escape, and a stream of red liquid flowed out.

"Ma Ma, help!!"

Richel scrambled to escape, and when he was still a few millimeters away from the door, he could see the carved patterns and walnut wood patterns on the door, and was dragged back mercilessly.

"Finally a guest came, do you think I can let you go?" Little Lolita easily hooked his back collar and dragged him towards the front desk.

"Sister, no, auntie, I just went the wrong way. I really didn't come in on purpose."

"Who is your auntie!" Richel clearly saw that the single-lidded mung bean eyes released a murderous look comparable to a nuclear explosion.

"Sister, sister, let me go, I don't have money to stay in a hotel."

"No money?" She stopped hesitantly.

"Yes, that's right," Richer hugged her thigh mournfully, "I'm just a poor man who sells fried spring rolls and pancakes at the door of your hotel every day, and I'm going to sleep on the street later."

"So you are that person."

Richel felt the back of his neck tightened, and he was a little out of breath, "Let's go first, I was wrong, and I will never set up a stall in front of your house again."

"No." With her wide mouth smacking twice, the little Lolita put her down, put her foot in front of the counter at the front desk, and said, "Help me make some fried spring rolls, and I'll give you a room for one night."

"Can you stay?" The small and exquisite high-heeled shoes immediately sank into the wooden front desk.

Richel followed her tremblingly into the kitchen.

"No oil."

"Then make puff pastry."

"You need oil too."

"Flower bun."

"The fermentation time is not enough." Little Loli found a branch with no leaves from somewhere.

Richel looked at the delicate and dusty large stove in the kitchen, and said, "This is not enough to burn."

With a random wave of the branch in his hand, Richel touched his face and realized that he had no mouth.

"When will Huamo be ready, and when will you talk." She rubbed her ears rudely, and went to sleep in the small mirror.

After working all the time in the middle of the night, Richel just came out of the kitchen. Little Lolita held a few bunny buns with bright eyes, dropped a copper key, and went upstairs to eat by herself.

The simple and unpretentious key was marked with 201, and Richel walked around the second floor before he found his room.

From the stairs, he passed at least fifty or sixty rooms. It was impossible for him to see just a small five-story house like the one he saw outside the hotel.

Richel is no longer curious. After all, there is magic in this world, space is just space, and it can still be changed.

The door creaked, and directly opposite was a six-leaf window, the paint was so peeled off that the original color could hardly be seen.

Through the moonlight shining in, he saw a hexagonal carpet on the floor in the middle of the room, a big broken bed covered with cobwebs against the wall on the left side, and curtains hanging on the square pillars beside the bed. Wormhole.

There was a sudden light on the right side, and a fire lit up in the old fireplace. After stretching himself, he shouted, "Someone finally came to live."

As soon as the flame blew, sparks floated across the room with the wind.The fireplace, the antler lamps on both sides of the bed, and the candle tree directly above the room were all lit up, and the room suddenly became bright and warm.

After seeing the layout of the room thoroughly, Richel felt that it would be better to sleep on the street.

"Is there any water?" he asked.

"Water? That's my natural enemy. You're asking the wrong person." Huo Miao said, "How much did Chelsea charge you for living here?"

"More than 20 flower buns." It turned out that the aunt's name was Chelsea.

"What is Huamo?" Huo Miao poked his head out of the fireplace while leaning on the iron grille.

Richel explained casually, and shook the quilt on the bed, stirring up a burst of dust, and Richel fanned it uncomfortably, how long has no one lived here.

Only then did he recall that he had never seen anyone coming in or out of this store since he was selling things at the hotel.

"As long as it is eaten by human beings, it is not a good thing." The flames pulled the body thin, and he licked away all the dust in the air, and also burned away the dense white spider webs. Richer felt a wave of heat blowing past When he looked at his face again, there was not much dust left.

"Oh, I lost a little bit of accuracy." Huo Miao said leisurely, "It's been a long time since no one came to live, so I'm a little excited."

By the time Richel realized it, a corner of the scarlet curtain beside the bed had been burnt.

"It's over!" He hastily pulled down the curtain and stamped it out with his feet. He was completely tired after all the busy work.

It didn't matter too much, he fell headlong on the dusty and musty bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"There is a person here, honored guest, where are you from? What do you do?" Huo Miao stretched out more than half of his body from the fence, and called a few times, but there was still no response. He sighed lonely and shrunk himself. Into a few sparks.

Richer had a good night's sleep, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already after lunch.

On the ceiling, a man and a woman were wearing classic culottes swinging in the garden. He blinked, and suddenly saw the woman winking at him. In his own filthy shabby hut.

Those kitchen utensils that cost a lot of money are gone.

Fortunately, he thought optimistically that he didn't lose the five silver coins he earned before, and he earned one silver coin and 22 copper coins yesterday, so he can survive some days and stand up again.

The most urgent thing is to rent a cheap house. He didn't ask for it. In his previous life, he and his father lived together. They lived in a small house of more than 20 square meters. He was able to buy a house with great difficulty, and his father was gone.

Richier ran out excitedly, just in time to see Chelsea coming out of room 260 at the stairs, and made a sharp turn at his feet, avoiding people and walking to the side.

"Are you going to sell those food again?"

"It's not for sale today, the cart was smashed, so we can't do business." As he said that, he was about to pass her and go downstairs.

Chelsea yawned, touched her belly and said, "Since it's made at my doorstep, why not use my kitchen, I haven't used it for a long time."

Indeed, there are a bunch of kitchen spiders, even cockroaches and mice will not patronize.

"Really?" Richel asked in surprise, and at the same time said awkwardly: "Forget it, it will probably be very expensive."

The kitchen of this hotel is very large. There are eight brick double-pot stoves on all sides. The two pots and stoves on each side are connected at the end and share a chimney upwards. There are three large long tables in the center. Large fireplace for BBQ and hot water.If he rents it for one day, he won't be able to pay even if he goes bankrupt.

"You don't need money, and it's useless if you're idle. Those are all good kitchen utensils made of Gegel iron ore. It's a pity to waste them there. You can use them. Remember to make some snacks for me every night."

"Is it possible?" The happiness came too suddenly, and Richel was a little at a loss, "Then can I make another rude request? Can I live in 201 again? I have nowhere to go."

Chelsea glanced faintly from the corner of her eyes, "You must have never been baptized by a priest when you were born. You have used my kitchen, and of course you live here, otherwise where would you live?"

A huge smile broke out on Richel's face, and he bent over and said, "Thank you, Chelsea."

Chelsea adjusted the collar of her nightgown, and went downstairs proudly.