Escape BOSS is always fattening me [Infinite Stream]

Fang Mu on the side was dragging the last batch of sacks towards the gate of the castle. The little furry animals on the ground also lowered their bodies at this time, staggering behind with their heads under their scepters.

Floating black shadows in the sky are rolling in the ocean, and the splashes they bring out when they occasionally emerge from the water to spy on the world are now dripping down on the grass in front of Sheng Weiming's feet.

"Are they coming?" Sheng Weiming looked down and asked sideways, "Those guests."

After taking the last few steps forward, Fang Mu threw the sack forward, looked back and said, "It should be."

Although the arrival time of these guests was slightly earlier, they also spent another whole morning and morning to move all the things that could be carried in the farmhouse.

His fingers had already started to become stiff due to long-term use. Sheng Weiming bent over and panted, waved his hand at Fang Mu, and said, "It doesn't matter."

"I just hope they don't stay here for too long now."

Now they can still pick up the results of Vesley's killing spree, but if it takes a few more days, they will have to find a way to beat those funny mice.

"Instead of looking forward to this," Fang Mu patted the residue on his hand, and opened the door first, "You might as well think about how to complete the painting by De Las."

This painting is their ultimate goal.

Before this task is accomplished, their safety cannot be guaranteed at all.

Thinking that only one Old One was enough for them a few days ago.

This came the second yesterday, and the bloody massacre started in the evening.

Although it wasn't a few of them who were slaughtered.

But when facing the farmhouse that seemed to have been watered inch by inch with blood, Fang Mu still felt that if they didn't leave this instance as soon as possible, then the team's ending would be similar to this.

And the rest of the guests are coming today, and their situation can only be more dangerous.

With this in mind, the two quickly rushed to their room after entering the door, intending to join the painting team after washing up.

The four long legs in front of him were running fast, and the kitten was behind in a daze, looking helplessly at the scepter in front of him and the stairs that were so tall for him.

Jumping up with its front paws, the kitten stood on the stairs and began to worry again.

It fell sideways on the ground and waggled its claws. It bit its own tail. For a while, it really couldn't think of what to do next in order to return to Chen Nian with the scepter.

And the young people in the studio are also very sad at the moment.

He sat with Fang Li, watching the analysis on the ground, relatively speechless.

"Boring" and "I can't figure it out" were plastered all over his little face. Chen Nian hugged his knees, squeezed the blanket he was wearing, and shrunk himself into a ball.

"So what is it about you that attracts Dras?"

"I don't know..." Chen Nian yawned slightly, and No. answered the question 12 times.

Fang Li has been stuck in this problem for a long, long time. She scratched her hair, from doubting Chen Nian at the beginning, to doubting Dras' gaze just now, and now doubting herself.

The girl haggardly sorted out the clues from the beginning again, and Chen Nian also leaned against her at this time, sharing his thoughts with the other party.

"So this questionnaire," the young man said firmly, "is written by Dellas."

Fang Li brushed a strand of hair away from the corner of his mouth, and nodded wearily: "I'm beginning to trust your guess a little bit now."

It's not that she doesn't work hard.

But Fang Li really tried his best.

The character of Draas can be deduced from his usual behavior.

Even the man's vague attitude towards Chen Nian, Fang Li can get a lot of confirmation from it.

Although neither of the two parties seemed to realize what it was like.

But now she only knows so much, and with Chen Nian alone, Fang Li can't associate the youth with the man's mission at all.

She's about to explode.

Seeing the girl lower her head feebly, Chen Nian could indirectly feel her helplessness.

So he stretched out one hand from under the blanket, imitating how Draas treated him, and put his hand on Fang Li's head, rubbing it stiffly and lightly.

"We still have time." He comforted awkwardly, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, I believe we can do it."

Fang Li was stunned for a moment, and at the same time, she also felt some icy aura wrapped around her, spreading from the soles of her feet.

The girl's gaze began to become subtle, she quietly moved her head to look in the direction of the door, and as expected, she saw the man holding the cat over there, looking at herself with the same gentle smile as a human trafficker.

Fang Li: "..."

OK, she gets it.

As soon as the kitten saw Chen Nian, it began to thump and beckon Dellas to let him down, but when the man's gaze was so deep that it had condensed into thick ink, it still felt the joy of flying in the air.

Zhazhaohu breathed a sigh of relief, and the kitten called "meow meow meow" in a milky voice, while wanting to turn around and bite the man's hand that was pinching the back of his neck.

Chen Nian raised his head and looked towards the door only after hearing the familiar cat meowing.

He hadn't taken his hand off Fang Li's head yet, and he didn't know that the posture between himself and the girl was indescribably intimate from the outside.

As a girl who is really innocent and understands immediately, she is rolling her eyes at this moment, wondering if there is a good way to get herself out.

But before she stood up with feet that were about to freeze, two other teammates who came back from the shower appeared at the door.

Oh hoo.

Fang Li was expressionless and wondered in his heart whether this development seemed a little too dramatic.

But the other party was obviously taken aback by the collective gaze of the three people. He slowly retracted his hand and stuffed it under the blanket, his eyelids twitched for no reason, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you all looking at me?"

The obedient and bullying appearance of the young man fell in Dralas' eyes, causing the latter to let out a breath with half-closed eyes.

He bent down to put the kitten on the ground, watched the fluffy ball with its tail curled up and fell into the young man's arms, then stepped into the studio, and said, "You left things behind."

Draas pulled out the scepter from his waist, lowered his eyes and smiled, "I'm here to return it to you."

Fang Li had already endured the numbness of his feet before he approached, and quickly ran to the sofa behind to stay.

Before she left, she didn't forget to pick up the paper on the ground, which made the drawing board in Chen Nian's hand, which was turned upside down, extremely conspicuous.

Fang Mu and Sheng Weiming also took advantage of this time to quickly walk in. They huddled on the sofa behind them. In order not to be implicated by Dellas's mood, they pretended to discuss their findings about the questionnaire.

The rustling voices behind him could be heard a little mixed, but Draas didn't try to grab the hole in their acting, but reached out to try to turn the drawing board over.

But the moment he touched the wooden block on the edge, Chen Nian immediately pushed his hand over.

"You can't look!" he blurted out.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Nian also realized that his emotions seemed to be too intense, so he quickly made up for it, "This is my draft, it's too ugly."

"Really?" Draas retorted, staring at him.

Chen Nian nodded vigorously, but still desperately felt Draas' strength, so he said again: "It's ugly, really."

Originally, Draas was just curious about the drawing board.

He can probably perceive that the content above has a certain relationship with himself, but judging from the strength of the induction, the content inside is just a trivial superficial to him.

But after discovering Chen Nian's tense attitude, Draas' bad thoughts were aroused again.

"I don't believe it." The man said slowly with a smile on his lips, "Unless you show me."

The young man's soft palm was attached to the back of his hand, and the force he exerted was even more negligible.Draas looked at the young man's increasingly bewildered and accusing gaze, as if waiting for him to open his mouth again to find other lame reasons.

Chen Nian opened his mouth, consciously that he couldn't suppress the man, but his eyes still flashed, and with the last illusion, he discussed softly, "Can I not watch?"

That painting was really scribbled by him.

The prototype of Dellas above was also scribbled by him when his inspiration broke out.

But Draas gently grabbed Chen Nian's palm, and the black mist condensed into a tentacle, which climbed across the ground, and finally turned the drawing board over.

"No." The man stretched these two words very long, and the long ending made Chen Nian shrink his ears.

"You shouldn't wantonly speculate on the gods, and you shouldn't have the courage to lie to the gods." Draas gently squeezed Chen Nian's palm, and smiled, "You can't..."

"Draw the gods so ugly."

Chen Nian's hands were forced to be held together in the air, and he explained to himself in a low voice: "But, I didn't know at that time that you were a big solid briquette."

The solid coal ball raised his eyebrows, and his next words slowly fell from the top of Chen Nian's head, "Then you know now."

"That's why I told you not to watch it." Chen Nian retorted, "You want to watch it."

Draas looked at him with a half-smile, and by the way, squinted at the kitten who was softening into a puddle of cat cake in Chen Nian's arms. Sitting next to him, he said patiently: "In the future, you can't treat other rulers like this casually. us."

"Not everyone is as talkative as I am." He played with the young man's fingers and casually gave an example.

"Like Vesley last night, and those two guests at the gate of the manor right now."

"So, don't provoke them at will." The moment the man's voice fell, three figures stopped outside the manor.

The white-skinned man leaned softly and bonelessly beside Vesili. He sniffed the scent slowly wafting in the air, and said with a smile, "You're hurt."

Another burly man with a thick back stretched out his hand and rang the doorbell, and then asked, "So there are really four delicious offerings inside?"

Vesley pushed the man on her shoulder away, looked at her sharp nails, and said with a low smile, "Of course."

"Especially the one where Dellas is the baby, the taste is delicious."

The steward quickly opened the door for them.

When the big man was walking on the road in the manor, he scratched his skin uncomfortably.

His fingers are thicker than ordinary people, and even the nails have a lot of sandy and gravel-like color and texture. After scratching a few times, He said in a rough voice: "When can I change back, this look is too It's inconvenient."

Different old days rulers like different postures, but Vesili glanced at her beautifully and said comfortingly: "After you have had dinner and met people, you can go to the sea to feel comfortable."

"But before that, you have to meet those small prey with a human body."

"If you frighten them at the beginning, then the next game will not be fun at all."

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