Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Open the door of room 301, the inside is no longer a hotel, but an empty shop.

There is a dull light on the gray wall, and there is a window and a door opposite the door.When the door was opened, the two doors communicated with each other, and the slightly cold early spring wind rushed in fiercely, blowing the brown leather narrow-brimmed hat on Richer's head.

"There are also forget-me-nots here?" Richel pressed it quickly, stretched out his head to look out, and said pleasantly, "What a coincidence."

"There is a flowerbed just in front of the store, and I have planted some." Hastings replied.

"How is it? It's okay, right?" Madam Ellis gathered her shawl, her complexion was more radiant than a month ago.

Richel walked out of the store. This place met his requirements very well. It was at the intersection of the cross street, and there was an endless stream of horse-drawn carriages, and the flow of people was very considerable.

"Let's go, good luck." Mrs. Iris parted from Renault Richer and the others, got into the carriage with Grace, and went to the Earl's Manor of Takri outside the city together.

"Let's start too." Richel rolled up his sleeves.

Several people nailed a circle of vertical wooden boards taller than a person on the wall, and used short wooden boards above the door frame to nail and fill them along the top of the arch. They also nailed knights and beasts on one of the walls with dark-colored wooden boards and light-colored wooden boards. The pattern is not too monotonous.

On the other side of the solid-color wall, a few nails were nailed, and pictures drawn by Lesney and Hayle were hung on it. One was scary and the other was funny, and it looked very harmonious.

Putting up the signboard and the pennant, Richel always felt that something was missing.

"Generally, there is a celebration ceremony when opening a store."

Hastings was a little puzzled, "What kind of celebration ceremony."

Richel recalled how his boss used to do it, firecrackers, flower bouquets, lion dances, big promotions and so on.

He weighed it in his heart, he didn't seem to have seen firecrackers here, flowers are fine, let Chelsea find a gardener to make some baskets and put them in two rows, lion dance...

Richel wandered around from the people in the restaurant, and finally settled on the most normal-looking person in the crowd who was most excited.

Renault looked around and pointed at himself hesitantly.

"Master Renault, our branch is opening, and I want to borrow a few people from you to make the entrance of the store lively."

Where is a new store so deserted, who would know that this is a newly opened store.

"Hilarious?" Lei Nuo smiled charmingly, waved his hand, bringing a rich fragrance, "It's simple, I don't need others, I can do it."

"What kind of magic is used?"

Renault shook his index finger, swayed his hips, walked to the open space in front of the store, put his hands on his hips, and gave him a wink.

Richel suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

"Take that fanicolude."

Renault stroked upwards from the waist along the chest with one hand, the back of the hand brushed the side of the chin, flicked the hair upwards, and his eyes became blurred.

"Mai Musen Kazami Disc, Agula Hu Senhu, Hu Senhu, Fernaz, Hu Senhu, Camille—"

Renault twisted his waist while singing, touched his hands from his ankles to the top of his head, and then all the way down from the top of his head. He occasionally raised his legs and shook his head. Without ten years of experience in nightclubs, you will definitely not be able to jump out.

"Take it to Muka, thanks for the watchless... Richel, you also learn to dance with me, so that your voice can come out with momentum."

Renault's deep and seductive voice sounded, panting slightly, he hooked his fingers at the people at the door of the shop, and smiled seductively on his face with blue stubble.

"come on--"

"This..." Richel smiled awkwardly, imitating his tone, "It's a bit beyond the limits of my age and gender."

He was even more afraid of jumping along, his three views were shaken, and he began to doubt life after an hour.

"You have to be brave enough to show off your figure." Renault's upper body bent down, then rose slowly, and he unbuttoned the shirt with three or four slits, and with a casual glance, he could see the thin chest and firm, white and tender skin inside .

Adrian twitched the corners of his mouth and clenched his fists: "Can I kill him?"

"Withdraw, withdraw." Seeing that several people had already gathered around, and seemed to want to make a move, Richel hurriedly pulled them back into the shop.

"You...just lend me a few people, I really don't need to bother you to play in person." Richel rubbed his eyes.

A little spicy.

"No." Renault was a little dissatisfied, "I haven't danced enough, didn't you start following me after seeing their eyes."

"Master, this is a decent shop, I can't stand this kind of trouble." Richel broke down.

"Are you sure?" Renault glanced at the shop sign.

Richel chose to ignore his gaze.

He turned around to look at the people in his shop, and then his eyes fell on the swaying blood clan.

Hayle winced.

"Although I am young, I have a delicate body and a soft body, and I am handsome, but I don't know how to dance that kind of dance."

"You will never be allowed to jump." Richel pulled the blood race over.

An hour later.

"This is the zombie with the most distinctive appearance in the whole city of Golsa." Hayil wandered around seven or eight zombies, very proud.

In such a short period of time, Hayle has "invited" several zombies from Golsa, the evil place where blood zombies gather.

Richel took a closer look, except that the skin was covered with corpse spots, either with burst eyes and mouth, or covered with mud and blood.

"Don't worry, it must be fresh."

"Who wants something fresh?" Richel covered his face, "Forget it, let's use it reluctantly, go and stand there first."

Asking them to line up neatly in front of the store entrance, he scratched his head and muttered, "Where is my little flag...you watch first, I'll go back and look for the flag."

He opened the door of the store, found the first floor from the third floor, and then found his room from the first floor, but he couldn't find it. After thinking about it, he simply removed a string of lanterns from the lobby and simply remodeled them.

Zombies are unconscious, and they won't get tired after standing for a long time. Let them hold up the lights. At night, they will be the brightest in the whole street, and they must be very conspicuous.

Panting, he ran upstairs with a few lanterns, and when he opened the door, he almost collapsed and fell on the spot.

"What are you doing?" Why are everyone jumping, "Adrian, you passed too?!"

"Dancing." Hayle said excitedly, "I understand, I understand, I understand..."

"Shoulders shrug." There were bone and joint clicking sounds one after another.

"Shake your hands." With an order, more than a dozen arms were thrown away.

"Raise your legs." The legs twisted, and they continued to jump in a strange posture.

"Arms bent, waist twisted, hey, hey, hey hey! Do it again!"

"Don't come, if you come again, everything will fall apart." Richel hid behind the table in the shop.

In a blink of an eye, those zombies all returned to their original state, and it felt like nothing had happened except for blood stains all over the ground.

"Know dong dong dong..."

What zombies, it is obviously a group of zombies haunting!Is this something normal people can see?

More and more people gathered here, screaming and watching.

"Richel, come and dance together."

"No need." He took a step back, "Who said you can't dance just now."

"I didn't find the joy of dancing, you go and invite him over." Hayle waved his arms excitedly, and the zombies surrounded the store stiffly step by step.

"Don't come here!!" Richel yelled in horror, and quickly ran to Adrian's side, hiding behind him.

"Don't you see it all the time, why are you still so scared." Adrian smiled viciously, trying to push the person forward, but he hugged him tightly.

"I'm not afraid." He said firmly, "It's just a little cold."

He wanted to promote it, but he didn't want to promote it like this. How will the people of Reston view this store in the future, whether it is a charming man, or a screaming haunted house?

"This is really just a decent shop." Richelson had nothing to love.

"What kind of serious shop?" A young man asked hesitantly, "Smell the beauty? I don't know what the name of the shop means."

As soon as someone asked, Richer immediately cheered up and welcomed them in. Then three or five people walked in one by one, looking at the display in the shop curiously.

In the wooden gauze screens surrounded on all sides, there are shadows of beauties with slim or plump figures reflected in them.

Several people couldn't move their eyes away.

A few companion girls were watching at the door, and Richer pushed a few screens, and they saw the reflection of a muscular and handsome man.

interesting.

"Where do these people come from?" Chelsea came out with a bouquet of flowers, and looked at the shadows of beautiful men and women in the dozen or so screens in bewilderment.

"I borrowed it from Lesney." Richer whispered, with a look of reluctance to recall, "You can't take the screen away, except for the shape of the face and the outline of the body, there is nothing to look at."

"You are too timid."

"Who said that?" He puffed out his thin chest to show the stalwart that he could barely see.

He placed flowers at the door with Chelsea, told Hayle to drive the zombies aside, and called Adrian to come over and wash the floor.

"Adrian." He called a few times, but no one answered. When he looked into the room, Octopus was surrounded by a group of ladies.

Richel scowled and walked straight over.

"Those reflections are not as good-looking as you."

"Sir, what's your name? Where do you live? Is this your shop?"

"I live in the next street. If you want to cut clothes, you can come to me. I promise to make you fit."

Before Adrian had time to exit and drive away the crowd, a crack opened in the crowd, and Richel directly grabbed his hand and pushed him behind the door.

"Looks good?"

Octopus quickly shook his head, "You look the best."

"The shop you opened?"

"I don't have the ability."

"Want to dress well?"

"I only wear what you bought."

Richel was satisfied, "Stay in the room and don't come out."

"Honey, are you jealous?" The smile on Adrian's face couldn't stop.

Richel closed the door behind him and quickly kissed him on the cheek, "No flirting is allowed."

After driving them back to the restaurant, Richel personally greeted those ladies, and introduced: "The name of this restaurant is 'Smell the Beauty', which means that if everyone pays five silver coins, they will be one step away from the beauties behind the screen. Guess what perfume they are wearing, and you can take the beauty home directly."

"Wow!" A group of ladies twisted the veil behind them to the front, half concealing the blushing on their faces.

"They are all slaves? Can they be disposed of casually?"

Richelton paused and nodded.

The men in the other half of the store were already agitated.

A young man was the first to pay five silver coins and pointed to a screen. Richel waved his hand, and Hastings asked him to come forward.

The young man sniffed and sniffed, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Why is the smell wafting from the beauty, a bit like... roasted chicken?