Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 28

The evil spirit of the devil filled the entire pharmacy.

Igna lifted the pointed hat, closed his eyes tightly, and pointed the magic wand straight ahead.

"Open your eyes."

"No." Igna frowned so much that he could kill flies, "I'm blind."

"How to cure a blind person."

Richel clarified helplessly again: "I'm really not sick, nothing happened at all." Is eating raw vegetables sick?What about eating raw radishes?

Thinking about it carefully, except for the poor, it seems that no one would buy purple radishes.

"He ate green leafy vegetables and was poisoned. Heal him quickly." Adrian couldn't refuse.

Igna fumbled aside for a green bottle and placed it on the table tremblingly.

Richel saw that there were several unknown flowers and dandelions under the light yellow liquid.

"Is it really good to fool people with scented tea?"

"It seems that you chose a wrong answer." Adrian finally ran out of patience, one arm directly rolled up Igna's neck, and hung him in the air, "I will give you one last chance to heal the illness."

"I know your rules." Igna hoarsely said, "Seeing a demon means that he has become a demon believer. I have dedicated my whole life to the Holy Light Cult, and I will not be bewitched. You can't deal with me , go back to your territory."

"Let him go, Adrian, he's going to die." Richel said in horror.

Fang Fei's cold eyes glanced at him slightly, and his heart immediately twitched, as if wrapped in a thin film, making him dizzy and out of breath.

He stared wide-eyed like a dying fish, watching Igna land and being thrown to the ground in front of him.

Adrian turned to look at him.

In an instant, the air in all directions became his enemy, constantly pressing against Richel's flesh and bones, as if to flatten and crush his whole body.

His brain is urging him all the time, this person is dangerous, run away!But he couldn't even move his fingers.

Those indifferent eyes were filled with the word "stranger", as if a god from above was looking down on the ants.

Richel instinctively took a step back, refusing his approach.

But just for a moment, the temperament on Adrian's body became the feeling he was familiar with again, as if it was just an illusion.

He couldn't tell which one was an illusion.

Eight arms and legs wrapped around him, and both hands hugged him, wishing to hang the whole body on him.

Richel said with a headache, "How can I walk like this?"

"Who made you walk, boss, I caught him, give him medicine quickly."

"Adrian! If you dare to drug him, I'll let you eat baked white buns for a month!"

"If you are sick, you must be cured."

"I said I wasn't poisoned, I just wanted to scare you." Richel explained weakly for the third time.

Adrian tilted his head and said expressionlessly, "Is it fun to scare me?"

Richel's heart tightened.

It was the first time anyone had such terrified fears for his safety.

He suddenly felt bad about himself.

Just because he felt lonely in this world and thought it would be nice to have someone to accompany him all the time, he half-pushed and acquiesced to his pursuit and Sony Ericsson.

At this moment, he discovered that the so-called love he had for him was far from the feeling Adrian had for him.

Coming out of the pharmacy, the two walked side by side on the street without speaking, and the atmosphere was very awkward.

Many races around cast curious eyes on them, watched them go away, and whispered to the people around them, discussing them.

Adrian walked faster and faster on eight legs. After saying "I'll go back to the store first", he hooked one arm to the eaves beside the street and was pulled down again.

Richel held his hand from behind and complained softly, "Why are you in such a hurry."

"Don't you ask more questions?" Adrian couldn't figure out his attitude, "I'm a devil."

"Then, do you want the whole world to know?" Richel looked at the stupid octopus speechlessly, "Why are you barking so loudly on the street?"

"But don't you want to avoid me?"

"why?"

"In the preaching of the Holy Light, the devil is the root that lures others to degenerate. All disasters, diseases, pain, poverty and tears are caused by the devil alone."

"Oh, but I don't think so." Richer shrugged, "Recently, the restaurant business has been pretty good, and my sex life for the rest of my life has also been settled."

Adrian's eyes widened.

"Occasionally, you can express your feelings as straightforwardly as you do." Richel put his shoulders on his shoulders and kissed the corner of his lips, "I've never been in a relationship before, and I always love you in this respect." Slow down."

"In addition to your body, you are not only slow in this aspect."

"What you said gave me the urge to beat you up again."

Adrian leaned over with a playful smile, but was ruthlessly pushed away by Richer, "It has delayed most of the day's business."

"What else do you have in your eyes besides money." Octopus shouted after him dissatisfiedly, "Also, I won't eat baked white buns for a month."

"You can also choose to sleep with Jacob." Richel still had the scent of scented tea in his mouth, wondering, "Why do you think it's medicine for something so delicious?"

"Who knows, how can we guess the human mind." Adrian hooked his shoulders, jumped up, and came to the hotel and restaurant in an instant.

Just as Richel was about to go in, he saw a person sneaking around the door, and took a closer look, "Gnar?"

His dwarf brother, Gnar.

Gnar looked much thinner, with sunken eyes, and mottled scars on his hands, mixed with black dirt.

After eating three full bowls of dumplings, he touched his stomach contentedly, leaned on the chair, and looked at the exquisite lanterns and decorations above his head, as well as a large piece of kraft paper in the center of the lobby.

"Richer, you seem to be doing well."

"It's okay." He smiled and poured a glass of light beer to relieve his boredom. "It's just a small shop, and most of the money is spent on decoration."

"Really? It's such a waste. You should take good care of your property. You shouldn't listen to other people's rumors and cheat your money out of your own pocket." Gnar pouted, looking at the kraft paper. , the same as looking at a pile of copper coins.

"How are you doing?" Richel asked.

"It's almost the same as before. Hu Fu gave birth to another child, and the family is even more struggling. But fortunately, after the last time the rascal Pien was injured by you, he never came to trouble us again, and life is still passable."

Hearing what he said, Richel was very happy, "That would be great, without him to force the protection fee, I can save a lot of money."

"That's true. However," Gnar hesitated, and said, "The weather has turned cold recently, and both children are sick. I was going to buy the cheapest medicine. I passed by this store and remembered that not long ago I dreamed you were in front of this store... just wanted to see how you were doing."

Unable to understand, Richel turned around and went upstairs, and when he came down, he stuffed a bag of copper coins into his hand.

"Since it's treating a disease, then go buy the most suitable medicine. You can't be greedy for cheap and delay your child's illness."

Gnar's eyes were moist, he was embarrassed to say this to his friend, but the reality was full of helplessness, he didn't expect Richel to give him the money so happily.

After sending Gnar out, Adrian was dissatisfied, "Usually you don't give me money to spend, why should you give me a bag of copper coins every time he comes?"

"I used to be sick to the point of dying, and he still missed me, shared what little food he had, and lent me money so I could start a business. Now that he's in trouble, I can help, of course I will. .”

Seeing his unhappy expression, Richel said: "How about, I'll give you some pocket money too, which man doesn't have his own hobbies." Just treat it as a baby boy.

"My only hobby is you." The remaining useless things can be solved by force.

"Are you sure you don't?"

Adrian shook his head firmly.

"I won't feel guilty for ordering you around." Richel patted his thigh and stood up.

"At your service at any time, Lord Richel." He stepped back and squatted halfway, bent down and saluted.

Richel was amused, "Then go and change the billboard, we don't sell sweet bean sauce, and start promoting barbecue sauce."

Since they don't eat raw vegetables, they have to put the sweet bean sauce in the stir-fry, so it can't be wasted.

Now that he processes thirty poultry a day, don't the rest just ignore it?Taking advantage of the popularity of promotion in the whole city, he introduced barbecue sauce according to the habit of people here who love to eat grilled food, so that the reputation of hotels and restaurants will stay in the memory of their tongues.

With limited ingredients, he only used fish and shrimp to make savory seafood sauce, crab sauce, rich and exciting garlic sauce, ginger sauce, onion sauce, and sweet mushroom powder jam.

He believes others also add common spices like scallions, ginger and onion dices to their grills.

However, his sauce specially adds freshly brewed soy sauce and brandy, and some also add oil consumption to enhance freshness.

He put the sample of No. [-] Middle School barbecue sauce outside the restaurant for publicity, and saw that many people gathered around and looked up.

"What are you painting?" Richel also looked at the billboard hanging at the door, he couldn't understand it for a while, and asked the people next to him, "Do you understand?"

Several people in Chelsea shook their heads.

Adrian held his head and tilted it to the side.

Jacob Brethney Chelsea followed suit with the crowd, and also tilted their heads together.

The long black figure above is like a demon, showing an evil smile, holding the snow-white figure below with black hands, the black hair of the snow-white figure hangs down softly, revealing a little tip of the ear, as if he was so satisfied that he was about to pass out.

From the waist down, the two figures overlap and blend together, blending into one. Overall, it looks a bit like a horizontal "6".

The point is, neither of them wore any clothes.

"This, this, this..." Richer blushed, pointing at the billboard helplessly, and for a while no words were enough to express his shock.

"This is what you want, do you see it? 6 kinds of sauces, salty, savory, exciting, and damn sweet, all integrated into one picture." A certain octopus dipped a little garlic sauce on his finger, "Can you still feel this kind of sauce? Thick viscous feeling."

He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked, "delicious enough to lure a demon to visit."

"You really have a firm grip on the essence." Richel pressed down on the bases of his fingers one by one, "I haven't seen you smash this sign in three seconds, I'll smash your skull."