Escape BOSS is always fattening me [Infinite Stream]

When Chen Nianjin packed everything up and rushed to the studio with his scepter in his arms, the other three were also starting to draw up the form.

After all, if you want to know what the painting De Las wants to look like, then you have to start with him.

With everyone's efforts, there are many details listed in order on the small paper.

After Fang Mu had filled in all the items he knew so far, he turned his pen and began to think about the remaining blanks.

As an Old One, Dralas's age is unknown.

He silently crossed out the age.

There are actually a lot of gods in the old days, but because they have never seen the prototype of Dras so far.

I don't know which one of them he is.

Different rulers have different preferences, although this point is nothing but irrelevant existence to the old rulers with changeable personalities, but it may also be used as a basis for reference.

But when I think of their prototypes under the Cthulhu system, they are generally unacceptable to ordinary people.

They had to start from other aspects.

"The scope of hobbies is too large." Fang Mu circled the paper, "We have to divide it into different parts to study."

He put curly braces after hobbies, and listed the most commonly used categories with a pen.

Fang Li squatted next to him, looking at the content gradually spreading out on the paper, he interjected.

"I think Dellas really likes Chen Nian."

In the last dungeon they cooperated with, Fang Li had clearly seen that Wei Liao had always brought Chen Nian by his side.But in the current dungeon, the man seems to have lost his previous memory, but the way he interacted with Chen Nian clearly made her feel that his head was glowing.

She always felt that she was a bit of an eyesore.

"So," Fang Mu raised his eyebrows, "it is most convenient for Chen Nian to formulate these scattered questions."

"You might as well give him a quiz." Sheng Weiming rubbed his chin and said, "Anyway, they both sleep in the same room at night, let Chen Niansai give it to Dellas, and find a way for him to do it."

So as soon as Chen Nian entered, he received the friendly attention of his three teammates.

After realizing that he was holding a familiar scepter in his hand, Fang Li's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands briskly, and said, "It seems that the plan can be carried out."

Chen Nian didn't know what they discussed, but looked at the questionnaire stuffed into his hands, with doubts on his face.

"Is this a new mission?"

Could it be that the housekeeper asked each of them to complete a questionnaire while he was forced to dry his hair by Dellas?

He closed the door behind his back, and began to lower his head to scan the text in his hand from top to bottom.

"Favorite Color...Favorite Taste..."

"Personality you like?"

Chen Nian read it in a low voice, but his tone became more and more strange.

How does he feel.

The direction of these questions is a bit strange, and the content involved is the same as the marriage advertisement in detail.

The young man stepped forward with a wave of doubts, "Does this game also come with a blind date service?"

Fang Li didn't hold back her laughter, she still couldn't bear to continue teasing the young man, she waved her hand and said, "This is a questionnaire for Dras."

The confusion on Chen Nian's face was almost turned into substance. He looked at the question in his hand in a daze, but he couldn't figure out why the content here was so strange.

This is different from the questionnaires he has done before.

The one in his hand, no matter how he sees it, is used for standard blind dates.

But Chen Nian opened his mouth. Looking at the candid expressions of the three people in front of him, he still chose to shut up.

Since the teammates feel that there is no problem.

If he continues to be attached to it, there must be something wrong with him.

Chen Nian covered his mouth and sneezed. He rubbed his reddish nose, folded the form and put it in his pocket.

I hope Dellas can keep a calm mind when he sees this questionnaire, Chen Nian thought worriedly.

In the following time, the butler came to ask them if they wanted to go downstairs for dinner.

But in order to make time, everyone unanimously expressed their desire to eat in the studio.

Holding his own exclusive vegetable juice, Chen Nian could feel the taste of it before drinking it.

So he rushed to the window immediately after the housekeeper went out, and poured the liquid in the cup into the bushes downstairs.

Seeing the cup slowly getting lighter, Chen Nian withdrew his hand contentedly, but from the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure in the garden.

Draas was standing among the flowers, he listened patiently to another housekeeper's report, but stared at the green juice splashed on the ground without blinking.

The man moved upwards, with a consistent arc at the corner of his mouth, so frightened that Chen Nian suddenly jumped back a few steps before he saw him.

Pursing his lips in frustration, Chen Nian rubbed himself to the corner of the wall, and collapsed on the sofa there like a puddle of liquid.

Failed.

Clenching the empty cup tightly in his hand, the young man prayed dejectedly: I hope Draas didn't find himself.

There was always a big rock in his heart like this, which made Chen Nian listless all afternoon.

The others continued to explore in the palace after the meal, but the young man hugged the pillow and began to scribble on the drawing board.

The final draft must be painted on the canvas on the wall.

But the housekeeper moved in a lot of blank drawing boards into the studio, which they even claimed were for them to practice.

With crayon marks all over his hands, Chen Nian lay on the ground and concentrated on coloring the patterns under his hand.

There was a warm and soft touch on the arm, and the kitten jumped off the scepter again while Dras was away.

Its meat pads stepped on the crayon, and its small nose arched the crayon that Chen Nian placed aside.

Chen Nian put his hand under the kitten's two front paws, picked up the little animal and placed it in front of him.He pinched the white claw, touched it carefully on the drawing board, and asked, "Guess what this is?"

The paws shook up and down, and the cat's head tilted in coordination, and it gave a soft "meow".

One person and one cat didn't know what the other was talking about, but they agreed with each other unexpectedly.

So in the eyes of Fang Li who returned to the studio first, she saw a little tabby cat dyed with colorful crayons gnawing her feet on the ground.

On the other side, Chen Nian also had a streak here and there on his face.But the young man didn't seem to notice it, seeing her open the door, he greeted her happily.

Fang Li stood at the door and observed for a while, unsure: "What great work did you create?"

The young man who was amazed by his talent raised the drawing board and showed it to others with great interest.

"look!"

The screen is a mass of dark shadows.

Surrounded by many thin and long unknown objects.

It floats in the air, but occupies four-thirds of the entire drawing board.

And on top of this black shadow, there are two red eyes dotted.

"This is Dras." Chen Nian threw the crayon in his hand on the ground, and grandly introduced, "It's Dras who looks like the old ruler."

Fang Li: "..."

She rubbed her forehead, came to Chen Nian and comforted her, "Brother, relax."

"Isn't it just a glass of vegetable juice, and he won't eat you because of it."

Chen Nian curled his fingers together, he quibbled.

"I'm not nervous."

Then, as if afraid that Fang Li would not believe it, he repeated it again.

"real."

Fang Li silently listened to the young man's menacing explanation, and under his expectant eyes, he had no choice but to nod according to his meaning, "Well, this is purely your bad taste."

Chen Nian rubbed his nose and laughed.

Then he picked up the black crayon with only a small piece left and continued to paint.

He was very strong, as if the pattern under his hand was taken for someone.

And Fang Li, who witnessed his next behavior.

He sighed silently in his heart.

OK.

Only Dellas could tolerate Chen Nian's petty temper.

The author has something to say: Nian Nian: I am not afraid, I am not afraid at all!

Ahhh, I forgot to set the timer at six o'clock!

Because there are only four subjects left, I have an urge to do more tomorrow.