A peach tree made a fortune by escape game

Do fat people have no human rights?

The backstage gave the fat man a capitalized, bewildered close-up expression.The aura of "the world is not worth it" rushed across the screen, and once again set off a barrage of crazy enthusiasm.After the audience reacted, the overwhelming "hahahahaha" barrage was launched, instantly covering the screen.

Fat Uncle has his own funny aura, so he is even more amusing now.The audience, who were trembling a second ago, suddenly couldn't hold back.

The fat uncle was very angry, "Hey, you are the one who fouled!"

"As a game npc, you should have some professional ethics! If the player can't die, you will be wronged?!"

Mo Pantao thought for a while, then held the phone solemnly: "Don't throw it away, I'll take his money to ensure the safety of the fat uncle."

[￥%#￥! @*……]

【beep--】

After a burst of garbled howls, the phone was cut off.

Mo Pantao blinked, huh?

——Hahaha, this is still a stubborn npc ghost.

—Ghost: I also have a temper.

Di Yuan rubbed his head: "They can't do anything about the barrier, they should be fine."

After Mo Pantao put his palm on the door for confirmation, he nodded happily.

The fat uncle squatted in the middle holding the mahogany talisman: "Are you all right?"

Mo Pantao: "Don't worry, next time he calls, I'll speak for you." After a pause, he added: "I won't throw you out."

——Actually, I can’t throw it away.

——Tao Tao: Is it difficult for a ghost to behave like a human?

Mo Pantao couldn't wait to open the notebook, and the handwriting finally appeared inside.

【08.09.09.The beginning of college life, I became a freshman in psychology, mom and dad, the big city is amazing. 】

【08.09.12.I made a good friend, he is much better than me, and he also gave me extra lessons.Thank you very much. 】

[08.09.18.I don't know what I did wrong, why did my roommate treat me like this, just because I'm poor? 】

[08.11.24.Wang Ming, Wu Ziling and Lu Bing intensified their efforts and even beat me, which was very painful. 】

[08.11.25.They bullied me again, but fortunately Xinyi comforted me, saying that they would be punished as they should.Thank you so much Xinyi. 】

【09.01.07.My God, there is actually a girl in our dormitory, I told Xin Yi, Xin Yi said don't worry about it, she will return to normal soon, I believe Xin Yi, he is the most powerful.Fortunately, there is him in the cold dormitory, otherwise I really don't know how to survive. 】

It was all torn off afterwards, only on the last page was a bloodstain, and it was written in a different handwriting.

[We will not die, we will have eternal life! ! ! ! 】

"This sentence is so abrupt." Mo Pantao read out every single word, and raised his head after speaking.

He licked his mouth and was immediately offered a glass of water by Di Yuan.Holding the water glass happily, Mo Pantao moistened his throat.

Di Yuan: "Well, what happened."

Mo Pantao frowned, "Xin Yi is the very powerful vice president of psychology, right?"

Di Yuan: "Ancheng and Zhang Xinyi are good friends. The other three are Wang Ming, Wu Ziling and Lu Bing."

The fat uncle shook his head and sighed: "Oh, after playing the dungeon for so long, I didn't know the name of the protagonist and the supporting role of the dungeon."

Mo Pantao puffed up his face and widened his eyes suddenly: "Look, this is five, this is six, and this is king. Does it fit a poker card?"

He poked his fingers one by one in the diary, "Your playing cards are Five of Diamonds, Six of Spades, and Xiao Wang."

Fat Uncle suddenly realized: "Oh! Poker cards are for mentioning status!"

Mo Pantao nodded heavily: "Q itself symbolizes women, and it can explain it very well. I am the Ace of Hearts, which corresponds to Ancheng."

Di Yuan patted his head encouragingly, addicted to sucking peaches, and didn't express his opinions.

Fat Uncle: "Others are relatively easy to understand. What about his king? Is it Zhang Xinyi who was burned to death?"

Di Yuan: "Oh, not necessarily."

——yoooo~ I sneered so cool.

——Wow, I really think this friend is not simple.

It is true that this notebook is often rubbed. All the clues are not only paragraphs, but also a line, but they have not pieced them together.

Mo Pantao bit his nails, frowned and pondered, as if he had grasped a clue.

Di Yuan looked at the flat peaches quietly, but seriously.

At two o'clock, the live broadcast was turned off normally, and the phone was still very quiet. There was no so-called death prophecy.

The fat uncle was dumbfounded: "Why, if I can't be killed, I won't do it?"

Why is there no death prophecy today?

According to Mo Pantao's reasoning, it was Di Yuan who would be predicted by death and talk to his future self, but he didn't.

Nothing at all.

Fat Uncle: "This dungeon is the most capricious I have encountered so far."

Sister D and Handsome Brother are the least favorites, Pantao and Yuanyuan are the most favorite in dungeons, and he and Handsome Pot are probably given away for phone bills.

After Mo Pantao finished washing, he lay down on the bed.Di Yuan quickly climbed up and got into bed after him.

The fat uncle didn't see it.

Di Yuan: "Can I go to school and look forward to it if I leave the dungeon?"

Mo Pantao's tone was very joyful: "Yes!"

Di Yuan turned around and hugged him from behind: "I read the comments before and found that the fans liked our live broadcast together very much."

Mo Pantao felt safe with his back against Di Yuan's chest.

This comfort from the depths of his soul made him squint his eyes and subconsciously rubbed against his chest.

Mo Pantao: "Then we can broadcast live together, and we will each get half of the tip."

After getting the peach smoothly, Di Yuan took a deep breath in satisfaction, his intoxicated expression gradually became darker, and a golden light flashed across his pitch-black pupils.

Except for that unusual phone call, the whole night was peaceful, and the fat uncle who was supposed to have his head cut off stubbornly survived.

When the audience happily connected to the live broadcast, what they saw was three people sitting around and eating together.

The door was knocked.

The knock on the door was short, as if it had touched something dirty.

Opening the door, Mo Pantao saw a handsome and stern man, he nodded respectfully: "I am a food delivery man."

Mo Pantao was at a loss: "Meal delivery?"

Underworld was serious: "Yes, this is the special prize you won yesterday."

Mo Pantao suddenly realized that he seemed to remember that there was such a thing, that it was free delivery to the door for a week.

But he didn't buy takeaway.

Mingshen: It doesn't matter, in short, the freshest and most nutritious breakfast will be delivered to the end.

It's really no wonder that the ghosts didn't want to, they all sharpened their heads and rushed upwards, but the flat peach enchantment was too powerful, they couldn't do it.

So the one who had to go became the god of the underworld.

Mo Pantao thanked again and again, took it with both hands, and focused his eyes on the food.

He didn't notice Di Yuan's brief eye contact with Hades at all, and Hades was ready to fight as if he met a natural enemy in an instant.

——This is the most handsome delivery guy this year.

--so hot!Obviously he can rely on his face for food, but he delivers food in the game.

——Isn't he really a big boss?

The director watching the audience couldn't help but roll his eyes. He is probably the only human being in the whole world who knows the truth.

Di Yuan got up immediately and helped Pantao share the delivery bag, "I'll help."

Underworld God: "..." The strong dog-leg breath came oncoming, and Underworld Lord was designed to collapse.

Di Yuan glanced at him condescendingly: "Thank you."

Mingshen's face stiffened: "No, you're welcome."

Tiger's thanks really dare not accept.

With a new breakfast, the three of them mixed last night's snacks, which was very rich in the morning.

Fat uncle survived, it can be said that he is very happy.He has a big appetite, and in the spirit of not gaining weight and not spending money anyway, he let go of his stomach and gorged himself.

——Three fat, wake up, you are an entertainment anchor, not a food broadcast!

——Chi Zai, you have infected another fat man.

"Hurry up, aren't you going to sketch with the art teacher today?"

The dormitory uncle lost his diary, but he is still very dedicated.

Mo Pantao's eyes sparkled with anticipation, "Today is art class, I haven't learned how to draw yet."

Di Yuan: "You must be very good at drawing."

——This wave of peach blows steadily.

——Yuanyuan: Not good is good.

——Q: What’s wrong with Taotao.Answer: No.

Mo Pantao frowned.

The three of them left the dormitory building, the dormitory uncle's cold eyes turned back and forth on Fatty and Pantao.

Blocking Taotao, Di Yuan glanced at him indiscriminately.

The old housekeeper froze immediately, and only stared at the fat man with more ferocious eyes.

The fat uncle was trembling, wanting to cry but no tears.

The colorful paper people are very conspicuous in the playground, and they each have a small box made of paper.

Mo Pantao was puzzled: "Do you want to bring any tools?"

Di Yuan: "Maybe."

"The shop is newly opened, and art supplies are all discounted! A big gift box will be won by the lucky draw!" The owner of Ghost Eat Street, who has been looking forward to it for a long time, is extremely flexible.

Anyway, the queen of the underworld is full, and there is no way out selling snacks.

They immediately bought a batch of art supplies and shouted loudly, which can be said to be very smart.

The audience was stunned by the turbulent operation of the dungeon.

——They lived in the wrong place. If it was the real world, they would have died long ago.

——How do you know they are not in the mood now?

—they are enviable now too! ! !

There are natural humans who are purely sour and close to idols, and there are also ghosts who are really jealous of their own kind being civil servants, but they themselves failed.

If you want to say who gets the most attention in the underworld, it is all the surroundings of the queen of the underworld.

Even the boss who gave away two candied haws has gone up.Standing out from the crowd of ghosts, it seems that there are faint signs of becoming the leader of the street eating class.

Mo Pantao was overwhelmed with surprise, "Go and see."

He was still struggling just now, what should he do if he couldn't refuse the enthusiasm of the bosses.

After buying three sets of art supplies, Mo Pantao came to the pile of paper figurines with a small drawing board on his back, and found that the teacher was already waiting here.

Today's teacher has eye sockets, and his legs and feet are still not very good.

"Okay, today we are sketching in the small garden."

Nothing happened on the way to the small garden, Mo Pantao and Di Yuan were like an outing, talking and laughing along the way.

On the other hand, San Pang looked skeptical of everything, and entered the village with the devil.

Arriving safely in the small garden, the fat uncle wiped his face: "Nothing really happened, why is it so peaceful?"

——Hahaha, San Pang is still so funny.

——The fat man cried into a ball in grievance.

Mo Pantao smiled and said, "Nothing will happen during the day, and it's absolutely safe to go to class. I think it's okay even if you hit the paper figurine classmate."

Fat Uncle: "..."

Fat Uncle covered his face: "I've been trembling in class, it's a loss."

Three Fatty's audience likes to watch him make a fool of himself, and the barrage is launched with great joy. Fat Uncle is finally comforted when he hears the sound of ding ding dong dong.

He took a deep breath and cheered himself up: "Then I'll go get rid of this bad breath."

Seeing that his hand was about to touch the face of the paper figurine, Mo Pantao said numbly, "Fat uncle is so courageous, he is not afraid of being retaliated at night."

Di Yuan nodded: "Yes. The paper figurines don't kill people during the day, so it's okay to scare them. That day, Handsome was scared."

Fat Uncle couldn't keep hitting with this hand, and this shit was almost in danger of life again.

The teacher put on airs: "Today we come to the painting school, you must know that painting is very sacred and mysterious. It has a terrible power."

Mo Pantao and Di Yuan exchanged glances: Here comes the clue.

"When you draw sincerely, you may draw a real world, which is completely fake." The teacher painted the teaching building, and explained with a smile after a few strokes: "To give two examples, when I have this power, I can draw My house is remodeled randomly, like now, I want to paint a roof again."

Mo Pantao's eyes widened in astonishment. He really saw a red roof on the teaching building in front of him.

Teacher: "Is it amazing?"

This time not only the paper figurines, but Mo Pantao also nodded heavily: "Amazing!"

Teacher: "Then when I draw people..."

He suddenly smiled sinisterly: "What do you think will happen?"

Paper figurine: "Will it come back to life?"

The teacher smiled: "Hahaha, this is left as homework, you go back and experiment and experience it."

Next, the teacher looked at the student's painting, and then he didn't know where he went.

Mo Pantao stared at the paper figurine and began to draw the figure. Seeing a sudden light hit his mind, he suddenly dropped the pen.

He grabbed Di Yuan's hand very excitedly: "I know! I know!"

Di Yuan hugged him and patted him on the back: "Mmm, yes."

The paper figurine looked back at him slowly, and smiled, that weird smile was exactly the same as the one on the teacher's drawing board.

Mo Pantao clapped his hands together: "This is it!"

Di Yuan held his hand: "Okay, speak slowly."

Mo Pantao shook his head and clasped his hands together: "We're going to find the uncle now!"

Sanpang's eyes widened: "What? What did you find?"

Mo Pantao nodded heavily: "I'm finally connected!"

The three of them left in a hurry, leaving the paper figurine that became more and more rigid still laughing.

The man returned to the teaching building and rushed directly to the hut of the old dormitory manager. The door was ajar, and the old man had disappeared.

Mo Pantao: "Go down! He must be on the first floor!"

Fat Uncle swallowed: "Really."

Di Yuan said condescendingly: "You don't have to go down, just wait here."

Uncle Fatty wanted to nod his head, and it was obvious that Pantao was about to clear the level, so he pinched his nose and jumped down.

But he was too impulsive, stuck, and after a long toss, he finally got out of the small passage.

Fat Uncle was sweating: "This copy is too unfriendly to Fatty."

——Hahaha, I'm so sorry to think about that phone call again.

——This may be the history of the three fat black people.

Entering the first floor, Mo Pantao pulled Di Yuan: "Don't worry, stand behind me for a while."

Di Yuan smiled, "Okay."

Taking a deep breath, Mo Pantao pushed open the door of 103. The housekeeper was killing chickens, and there were several portraits on one side.

If you look closely, you can see that these figure paintings are very familiar.

The dormitory uncle turned his head and stared at the few people with a pair of cloudy and eyeless eyes: "You are here."

Mo Pantao took a deep breath: "Yes! Because we have come to clear the level."

The housekeeper put down the box: "Oh, you think I'm a big boss? Are you going to deal with me?"

Taking out his Ace of Hearts, Mo Pantao nodded heavily: "Yes, you are!"

The housekeeper uncle Jie Jie laughed: "Ace of Hearts?"

Mo Pantao licked his mouth: "That's right, my ace of hearts is your proof, I always thought it was Ancheng."

Uncle dorm manager: "You think I'm An Cheng?"

Mo Pantao shook his head: "I thought so before, but it was wrong. You are the ace of hearts, but not Ancheng."

The uncle in charge suddenly froze, his eyes were cold: "What did you say?!"

Mo Pantao: "You have been misleading us, making us think that you are Ancheng, but you are not!"

Not to mention the uncle in charge, even the fat uncle was stunned.

They have always guessed based on the fact that the dormitory manager is Ancheng.

Mo Pantao: "You are Zhang Xinyi!"