Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

The chef did not know that the owner of the castle was **** in the room and prepared a hearty lunch with all his enthusiasm.

There was only one plaid shirt in the hall.

When he woke up, he found that not only his teammates were gone, but even the housekeeper disappeared. He thought that everything he didn't know was dead, so he shivered and didn't dare to go anywhere. I finally met people and suddenly stood up in excitement.

"You, why have you just disappeared?"

Shen Dongqing took the chair and sat down: "Go and do something small."

The plaid shirt will be suspicious: "Do you find any clues?"

Shen Dongqing is biting the chopped pork chop, no time to answer, but the face is a bit serious, and the plaid shirt is tight.

The plaid shirt tried to test: "What happened?"

I saw Shen Dongqing looked up at him with a blank look and said: "Sure enough, the mushroom juice is delicious."

Plaid shirt: ...

Zhou Wenyan said coldly: "You'd better stay in the room, don't come out no matter what you hear."

The plaid shirt saw that he was serious about it, and even the food in front of him couldn’t take it, and quickly got up and locked it back in the room. I have to know that I haven’t listened to Zhou Wenyan’s reminder that the people who went out to see the count in the middle of the night are no longer cured. He doesn’t want to be the next one.

The two had enough to eat and returned to the count's bedroom.

The count squinted and looked at them both resentfully. She wanted to read some curses, but when she went to eat, Shen Dongqing handed her a handkerchief, and now she can't make a sound.

Just then, Wu Jia woke up.

He was a little aggressive and felt a little pain in his neck: "What happened? How did I faint?"

Shen Dongqing, who is stunned by his hands, looks around.

Zhou Wenyan saw him in this appearance and couldn't help but laugh.

Wu Jia: "What happened?"

"She did it." Shen Dongqing did not hesitate to put the black pot on the head of the count.

count:?

People sit at home, pots come to heaven?

Only the count's mouth was firmly blocked, and no word could be said.

Wu Jia has no doubt: "Then I have to tie her up so that I don't have to make any tricks."

As he said, he **** and tied the count to a big scorpion from the little beauty, and then he clap his hands.

"What should I do next?" Wu Jia turned to ask.

Shen Dongqing raised his hand: "I ordered afternoon tea."

Wu Jiayi did not hear clearly, and asked again: "What?"

Shen Dongqing said: "There are milk tea and strawberry cakes."

Wu Jia had a little bit of a clear understanding of Shen Dongqing's temperament, no matter what he saw, and turned to Zhou Wenyan.

I didn't expect this big sister to follow the noise, laughing and saying: "You forgot to have cocoa muffins."

Wu Jia stiffly turned back and just happened to be on the count's eyes.

Both of them understood what the other person meant -

Are they going wrong?

The servant thought that the afternoon tea was ordered by the count, and soon he was ready to push the dining car and knocked on the door respectfully.

When the door was opened, the servant saw the land as the count of the scorpion.

The picture was a little scared, and the servant was suddenly in the same place.

Earl: Hey...

You are an idiot, don't hurry to save me!

The servant immediately picked up the knife and fork on the dining car, and saved the count, but before he could take a step, he saw the screen and walked out of the three men.

A man who is taller than him and stronger than him.

The servant squeezed a smile stiffly and slowly lowered the knife and fork: "Please use it slowly."

A look of nothing happened, bent down and retreated.

Wu Jiashun took the door: "This unfortunate game never makes people shrink and pass customs. If we wait until the seventh day, will it 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 very anxious, watching them taste the food happily, and their eyes would be on fire.

This group of people is completely different from what the count had seen before.

Those who used to be, after coming to the castle, were not trembled, or they tried to kill her.

And she can just use the hands of those people, reborn and reborn, and get a new life.

Why did people who came to the castle not play cards according to common sense?

If she has not died by the night, then...

Time passed by.

Seeing that the sky is going to be dark, the count begins to frantically struggle, but Wu Jia is tied too well. She can't even move her little finger, she can only look at the people in front of me.

Zhou Wenyan picked up the knife on the table and measured it.

Seeing his movements, the count's eyes were full of desire.

Fast, kill her soon...

Faster……

Wu Jia came to the spirit and sat up straight: "Oh, you finally want to understand?"

Zhou Wenyan “snapped” and put it down again. The knife and fork touched the table and made a crisp sound.

"Wait."

The sky is getting darker.

clang--

The bell rang through the castle.

As the bell rang, the count trembled.

She began to age at a rate visible to the naked eye.

From the early thirties, the young woman became a middle-aged woman of 50 or 60 years old. In another blink of an eye, she was reduced to an old man who was drooping. Her skin is slack, her skin is covered with age spots, and she even has a stench.

A group of handkerchiefs rolled to the ground.

The blood of the count's body seemed to be drained, and the rope was too thin to tie her.

Just because of her current age, I am afraid that I can't stand up.

"The most fearful thing will be to kill her." Zhou Wenyan sighed. "The count is most afraid of aging."

The voice fell.

The count screamed: "Kill me -"

It’s just that others are indifferent.

Tonight, the count did not die and did not receive sacrifices.

The demon tentacles hidden in the shadows were eager to move, and they stretched out, grabbed the count, dragged them into the shadow, and swallowed them.

The count disappeared.

But her shadow still stayed there, and there was a scream of screams.

Shen Dongqing, who was sleeping on the table, was suddenly awakened and his eyes narrowed.

Zhou Wenyan gently patted his back and said, "Nothing. After I go back, I will come to you..."

[You have passed the b-level copy [invitation of Count Carlisle]]

[The Earl of Carlisle is swallowed up by the greedy demon, but the territory cannot be without the lord, and one of the surviving players will become the next Earl of Carlisle...]

The sound suddenly got stuck.

Wait a minute, how is this game male? What about women? ? ?

According to the rules of the game, Earl of Carlisle can't be a man, not a woman!

[Zizizi...]

After a pointless garbled, the soft little girl reopened, but she was a little weak:

[B-level copy [invitation of Earl of Carlisle] temporarily closed for maintenance]

Think of the benefits, this time just temporarily shut down the repair, not permanently shut down...

Congratulations on completing the mission, being settled -

[This score is a, score 2000, no special items drop]

[The current player points remaining 1500]

Shen Dongqing blinked and muttered: "This is over?"

He looked at the translucent floating window and asked, "Can I still play again?"

This game is the most fun he has ever played.

The cook will do so much delicious, he has a little bit of want to go.

[...]

[...no! ! ! 】

Shen Dongqing regrets: "It's a pity."

Just when the game was going to be mad, the door knocked at the door.

Shen Dongqing walked barefoot.

As soon as the door opened, the morning sun sprinkled.

Shen Dongqing blinked in discomfort and saw a figure standing at the door.

Zhou Wenyan wore a long trench coat and looked slender. He put his hand in his pocket and held it on the door frame. He leaned over slightly: "Good morning, can I have breakfast with you?"

Shen Dongqing touched his stomach and hesitated: "I am full."

It’s strange that the chef’s cooking in the game is great.

This answer is somewhat incomprehensible.

But fortunately, Zhou Wenyan has become accustomed, he smiled: "Lunch or dinner, as long as you like, anything can be."