The chef did not know that the owner of the castle was tightly bound in the room and dutifully prepared a sumptuous lunch.
There was only one plaid shirt sitting in the hall.
When he woke up, he found that not only his teammates had disappeared, but even the housekeeper had disappeared. He thought that everything he didn't know was dead, so he shivered and didn't dare to go anywhere. Now that I finally saw someone, I immediately stood up excitedly.
"You, why did you disappear just now?"
Shen Dongqing pulled out the chair and sat down: "I went to do a little thing."
The plaid shirt was suspicious: "Have you found any clues?"
Shen Dongqing was biting into the chopped pork chop and didn't have time to answer, but his face was a little serious, and his heart tightened when he saw the plaid shirt.
The plaid shirt tentatively asked: "What's wrong?"
I saw Shen Dongqing looked up at him blankly, and then said, "Sure enough, mushroom juice is still delicious."
Checkered shirt:…
Zhou Wenyan said coldly: "You'd better stay in the room and don't come out no matter what you hear."
Seeing that he was serious about what he said, Plaid shirt didn't even care about eating the food in front of him, so he got up and locked it back in the room. You must know that he didn't listen to Zhou Wenyan's reminder before that all the people who went out to see the Earl in the middle of the night were dead, and he didn't want to be the next one.
After the two had eaten and drank, they returned to the earl's bedroom.
The count stared at the two of them resentfully. She wanted to utter some curses, but when she was going to dinner just now, Shen Dongqing tucked a bunch of handkerchiefs for her, and now she can't make any sound.
At this moment, Wu Jia woke up yoyo.
He was a little confused, and felt a little pain in his neck: "What happened? Why am I dizzy?"
Shen Dongqing, who was knocking unconscious with his hands, looked left and right.
Seeing his appearance, Zhou Wenyan couldn't help but laugh.
Wu Jia: "What happened?"
"She did it." Shen Dongqing put the black pot on the earl's head without hesitation.
count:
People sit at home, and the pot comes up to the sky
It's just that the earl's mouth was firmly blocked, and he couldn't say a word.
Wu Jia has no doubts: "Then I have to tie her up tighter so that I don't come up with any more tricks."
After speaking, he stepped forward and bundled up again, tying the count from a young beauty into a big zongzi, and then clapped his hands.
"What should I do next?" Wu Jia turned his head and asked.
Shen Dongqing raised his hand: "I ordered afternoon tea."
Wu Jia didn't hear it clearly for a while, and asked again, "What?"
Shen Dongqing said: "There is milk tea and strawberry cake."
Wu Jia understood Shen Dongqing's temperament that no matter what he encountered, he was out of the situation, and turned to Zhou Wenyan.
Unexpectedly, the big guy followed suit and said with a smile, "You forgot there are cocoa muffins."
Wu Jia turned her head back stiffly, just in time to meet the earl's eyes.
Both of them understood the meaning in each other's eyes—
Did they go to the wrong set
The servant thought that afternoon tea was ordered by the Earl, and it was ready soon, and knocked respectfully on the door with the dining cart.
But as soon as the door was opened, the servant saw the earl who was tied into a zongzi.
The picture was a little frightened, and the servant was stunned in place.
Earl: Mmmm…
You idiot, don't hurry up and save me!
The servant immediately picked up the knife and fork on the dining car, trying to save the Count, but before he could take a step, he saw three men walking out from behind the screen.
A man taller and stronger than him.
The servant squeezed out a stiff smile and slowly put down the knife and fork: "Please use it slowly."
As if nothing happened, he bent down and stepped out.
Wu Jia took the door and said, "This unfortunate game will never let people shrink through customs. If we stay like this until the seventh day, will the group be destroyed?"
Zhou Wenyan poured out a cup of hot, milky milk tea, and handed it to Shen Dongqing, saying, "Don't worry."
They are not in a hurry.
The Count was in a hurry, watching them enjoy the food comfortably, his eyes were burning.
This group was completely different from what the Count had seen before.
Those people in the past, when they came to the castle, either trembled or tried their best to kill her.
And she just happened to be able to use the hands of those people, reborn again and again, and gain a new life.
Why did the people who came to the castle this time not play cards according to common sense
If by night she hadn't died, then...
Time passed in seconds.
Seeing that it was about to get dark, the Count began to struggle frantically, but Wu Jia was tied so well that she couldn't even move her pinky finger, so she could only stare at the person in front of her.
Zhou Wenyan picked up the knife on the table and weighed it.
Seeing his actions, the count's eyes were full of longing.
Quick, kill her...
hurry up…
Wu Jia regained his energy and sat up straight: "Boss, you finally figured it out?"
Zhou Wenyan let out a "uh" and put it down again. The knife and fork touched the table with a crisp sound.
"Just wait."
It was getting dark.
clang-
The bells rang throughout the castle.
As the bell rang, the earl trembled.
She began to age at a rate visible to the naked eye.
From a young woman in her early thirties, she turned into a middle-aged woman in her fifties and sixties, and in the blink of an eye, she shrunk into an old man. Her skin was sagging, covered with age spots, and even gave off a stench.
A mass of handkerchiefs rolled to the ground.
The Count's whole body seemed to be drained of water, and she was so thin that the rope couldn't tie her.
It's just that at her current age, I'm afraid she won't be able to stand up anymore.
"The most fearful thing will be the sharp blade that kills her." Zhou Wenyan sighed, "The Earl is most afraid of aging."
The voice fell.
The Earl screamed, "Kill me—"
It's just that others are indifferent.
Tonight, the Earl did not die, nor did he receive a sacrifice.
The demon tentacle hidden in the shadow was about to move, stretched out from it, grabbed the Count, dragged him into the shadow, and swallowed it.
The count disappeared.
But her shadow was still there, and there were bursts of screams.
Shen Dongqing, who was sleeping on the table, was suddenly awakened, her eyes hazy.
Zhou Wenyan patted his back lightly and reassured: "It's okay, I'll come to you when I go back..."
[You have passed the B-level dungeon [Invitation from Count Carlisle]]
[Count Carlisle was devoured by greedy demons, but the territory cannot be without a lord. One lucky lady among the surviving players will become the next Earl of Carlisle... ]
The sound stopped suddenly.
Wait a minute, why is this game all male? What about the woman? ?
According to the rules of the game, Earl Carlisle can't be a man, let alone a woman's boss!
[Zizzizi…]
After a while of meaningless gibberish, the soft little girl spoke again, but she was a little weak:
[B-level copy [Invitation from Count Carlisle] is temporarily closed for maintenance]
On the bright side, this time it's only temporarily closed for maintenance, not permanently...
[Congratulations on completing the task, settlement is in progress—]
[This time the score is A, get 2000 points, no special items drop]
[Current player points remaining 1500]
Shen Dongqing rubbed his eyes and mumbled, "Is this the end?"
He looked at the translucent floating window and asked, "Can I play again?"
This game is the best he's ever played.
The cook would cook so much delicious food that he didn't want to leave.
[…]
[… cannot! ! !]
Shen Dongqing said regretfully, "What a pity."
Just when the game was about to jump with anger, there was a knock on the door.
Shen Dongqing walked over barefoot.
As soon as the door opened, the morning sun shone down.
Shen Dongqing squinted a little uncomfortably, and then saw a figure standing at the door.
Zhou Wenyan was wearing a long trench coat and looked slender. With one hand in his pocket and the other on the door frame, he leaned over slightly: "Good morning, can I have breakfast with you?"
Shen Dongqing touched his stomach and hesitated, "I'm full."
It's all because the chefs in the game are so good at cooking.
This answer is a little confusing.
Fortunately, Zhou Wenyan was used to it. He smiled: "Lunch or dinner, as long as you want, you can do anything."
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