The man of the King of Warcraft [book wear]

A strange noodle shop, a strange party held to prevent others from thinking about his own bones, a strange bone frame who can talk and is very powerful, he or it... let's call him for now, and a superhuman The excellent noodle cooking skills completely convinced Wen Ziming's stomach, and made someone who thinks too much finally be convinced that what he ate was not food made of snakes, insects, rats and ants, but something made of bones. Compared with boiled noodles, snakes, insects, rats and ants don't seem to be any worse.

Wen Ziming always couldn't help thinking of a scene, wearing a big cloak on a bone frame, when cooking noodles, he took off his hand bones or some temporarily unused bones with a click, and grinned his white teeth, Use your own bones to stew a large pot of real bone soup, pour out the soup, and then put your own bones back with a click - using dark energy, you can perfectly repair your own skeleton...

He couldn't help shivering, and under the substantial eyes of the bone frame in the cloak, he laughed twice: "Your craftsmanship is really great! Can we ask how you do it?"

The tall Mr. Skeleton chuckled twice: "That's a secret recipe handed down in my family. I can't tell you the really important part." Wen Ziming's heart skipped a beat, his hunch would not be...

However, Mr. Skeleton still has something to say: "However, there are some tricks that I can discuss with you." He clicked his tongue: "Those old immortals almost have no sense of taste. It really ruined my good craftsmanship."

So Mr. Bones·unilateral·cooking class officially started. The dark magician really has a way when it comes to his hobbies.Wen Ziming's hands were still trembling a little, and he would just nod sillyly. This scene was really too strange. In his most absurd dream, he never thought of letting a Mr. Bones teach him how to cook!And the ingredients are common monster materials or things that ordinary people eat, not human heart, liver, lungs and kidneys...

But Angus seemed to be humbly asking for advice, and soon got into the mood. Not only did he take out a pen and paper from his ring, he recorded all the points that Mr. Bones said, and he also put forward a little bit of his own opinion , this greatly pleases Mr. Bones.

Even if Wen Ziming is usually dull and can't see the slight changes in other people's expressions - in front of Mr. Bones, he can't see it even if he wants to, but he just doesn't want to see it at all.But from the voice, Wen Ziming could clearly feel Mr. Bones' happiness. After Angus asked a question that hit Mr. Bones's heart, the chat between One Beast and One Bones was very speculative.

Then it was very late, Mr. Bones put his head back in place with a click, and said very sincerely: "It's so late, do you want to stay here, we can continue chatting tomorrow?" Bones Mr. himself doesn't need to sleep, but seeing Wen Ziming still yawning in spite of the intense fear, Angus is a little distracted. As one of the old immortals, he is not the kind of unreasonable person.

Wen Ziming yawned halfway, and was almost held back by this sentence. After that, he always felt that something was wrong, and he was a little depressed. He said to Mr. Bones with a dry smile: "This is not good, it is too much trouble for you. Mr. Bones laughed loudly, as if he thought he was very interesting: "No trouble, no trouble. It's rare for a living person to visit. There are still many vacant rooms in this small building."

Then Angus fully agreed: "I want to live in the same room with him." Mr. Bones tilted his head slightly, and then he seemed to suddenly realize something, and the light knocking sound of bones sounded in the empty room , and then the two male servants who were in charge of leading the way walked in respectfully at the beginning, and Mr. Bones arranged to lead Wen Ziming and the others to the upstairs room.

Out of the aura of Mr. Bones, Wen Ziming couldn't help but feel his legs go limp, and Angus held his hand firmly so that he didn't hit the wall.But the first thing Wen Ziming did after he stood firm was to pinch Angus' waist - this trick he learned from the priest.Regardless of whether Angus is human or not, this is the first time Wen Ziming has touched him, although his strength is so small that he can't even tickle Angus.

Facing Angus' innocent and wronged eyes, Wen Ziming glanced at the two male servants who were leading the way, and said in a low voice, gritted his teeth: "Why did you agree to him to stay here!" Wen Ziming was really angry this time. Knowing that this person is very dangerous, and this small building is also very dangerous, why do you have to stay?Is it too ignorant just because you have a good time chatting?

Angus glanced at the two silent servants seemingly unintentionally, and muttered in a low voice, "You can go first." Wen Ziming glanced at him angrily: How could he leave him alone Walk!This silly cat!

Instantly coaxed by his small eyes, Angus held Wen Ziming's hand, and said with a smile, "I know you are the best, Jack." Angus dragged them into the room that Mr. Bones had arranged for them.

In this room, there is only one bed, a huge four-poster bed that can accommodate four or five people lying side by side, surrounded by deep pink gauze curtains, under the warm yellow light, on the laid quilt, cast There was an ambiguous light.

Wen Ziming was so sleepy, he rushed over and lifted the quilt first, before he could feel the softness and comfort of the quilt in his hand, Wen Ziming looked at the things on the bed, his whole body was in a bad state - he was sleeping with his pet, two big men Why should the bed be covered with red petals!What the hell is this!

Due to the laziness of the original author (...), the world in this book actually has many customs that are the same as the earth. For example, red roses represent love, which are common sense in everyone's mind.Even if it is a magician among magicians, such as Mr. Bones, he is absolutely clear.

On the bed where two big men sleep, there is only a quilt, and roses are covered under the quilt, what the hell is going on!

The scariest thing is not the meaning of the rose petals—yes, it’s not the scariest thing. What’s scary is that this set of bedding is all pure white, perhaps because flowers are different in the magical world, and the petals are different. Covered in the warm quilt for a long time, blood-colored juice oozes out, because of the difference in the number of petals, the quilt is stained with deep and light red, the largest piece is as big as two palms, bright red It was so dazzling that Wen Ziming was going crazy, what was going on with this scene of a suspected murder scene!

Reminiscent of the owner of this house, this is simply the beginning of the horror of the haunted house-the newlyweds who came on vacation found strange bloodstains on the bed, and the curious husband desperately wanted to find out the truth behind it. The time spent in the house is getting longer and longer, and there are more and more horrible things. Finally, when the wife faces the mirror, she finds that the woman in the mirror has the same face as herself...

Wen Ziming, who had a big brain hole, couldn't help but hugged his arm. Can his brain supplement be over soon? As a man who goes to the playground and sees haunted houses, he has to detour. A man who doesn't watch ghost movies in an environment of less than five people, how can he sleep in such a bed in such a house with a real moving skeleton master and strange zombie-like servants, one night!

Angus put his arms around Wen Ziming's shoulders. At this time, he seemed much more reliable than Wen Ziming. Thinking back afterwards, Wen Ziming always felt that it was not that he was timid at the time, but that Angus was too courageous. The cats All have a curious heart, and a courage commensurate with their nine lives.

Mr. Tsundere appeases his collection of fried hair: "These are the juice of some flower petals. You have seen these petals, haven't you?" He smiled and picked up the quilt, sniffed it next to the bright red traces, and handed it to Wen Zi. Ming: "Smell and see, this is the fragrance of flowers, not the smell of blood at all." He quietly wrote on Wen Ziming's hand: It's not that I don't want to refuse, that person wants us to stay, no matter what we are Can't go.

——Of course this is another lie. If Angus really wanted to leave, no one would be able to keep him even if he fully activated the guarding circle in the imperial capital.

But Wen Ziming didn't know this. He instantly understood Angus' painstaking efforts, and felt sorry for his ignorance of him just now, and was even more ashamed. As the master, he didn't even have a pet to see the situation clearly.He leaned over and rubbed Angus' waist, and asked seriously: "How is it? I didn't hurt you, did I?" In fact, there must be no problem, not to mention Angus's rough skin and thick flesh. It is said that Wen Ziming's strength is not even enough to tickle Angus.

Angus subconsciously wanted to back away, his waist is not a toy to be touched around, hey!It's itchy! Hey!But the corners of his mouth twitched, and he finally endured it, just staring at Wen Ziming's current appearance, his long eyelashes, like a soft feather fan, cast a light shadow on his face, his only collection At this time, he was looking at him wholeheartedly, with all eyes on him—Angus felt as if his heart was wrapped in heat, from a cold and hard stone to a warm and soft one.

Compared with the enjoyment of the mind, the little troubles encountered by the body are actually nothing.

Accompanied by Angus, Wen Ziming finally resigned himself to his fate and climbed onto the horrible bed because he couldn't resist the attack of the God of sleep.

Then he discovered the more terrifying fact that this is a bed with a special purpose.On this bed, as long as a person makes a slight movement, there will be a large amount of shaking. Wen Ziming, who has ample theoretical knowledge, immediately thought of the purpose of this function, which is really embarrassing, but Angus is still not very good. Sha Mao, who has seen the world, finds this toy very novel, and smiles and shakes it from side to side, never wanting to stop.

Before falling into sleep, Wen Ziming was still complaining silently: It is quite normal for creatures like yours to solve the problem in a few minutes or even tens of seconds.