[MTL, BL] The Top Streamers of the Horror Circle are Wild in The Novice Village

Chapter 48 Introductory Courses

The morning light shines on the top floor garden.

On the central table, two ghosts, one big and one small, are sitting dignifiedly to eat.

After Wei Qing's knife slipped on the roast chicken three times, there was a bang, the knife was thrown aside, and the person started to use it.

The more you eat, the higher the hair will be fried.

- I fell asleep again last night.

——Being tied with a ***, actually fell asleep again?

-- Could it be that Tang Kexin was the reincarnation of sleeping pills?

Click! The chicken collarbone in Wei Qing's hand was crushed.

His getting up gas did not affect the food of the ghost.

Zanggui was discovered by hunters not long after yesterday's mission to explore the map, and he couldn't get arrogant in other people's territory. He was locked in a small dark room for one night, and was not rescued by Wei Qing until morning.

This is the first meal out of prison, eat more to get rid of bad luck.

"I didn't find Boss Tang's room last night. But I saw a group of ghosts appearing in the back garden." The ghost was full of chicken and said vaguely: "Boss, you said that this hunter ties a bunch of ghosts home, that is, no

Fighting but not killing, for what?" Specter is not like pork, and the fire core on his body won't get bigger, right?

"Keep it up and play." Wei Qing replied perfunctorily.

After hearing Wei Qing's soulless answer, Sanggui took time to look at Wei Qing suspiciously, and saw that the chicken on Wei Qing's plate had been broken into pieces, but the owner was still persistently crushing them piece by piece. Chicken skeleton...

"I'm full, when are we going out?" he asked cautiously.

Wei Qing: "Don't go out first, I have reached an agreement with Tang Kexin, team up to get started, he finds his target, and I earn my key."

"Wow..." The ghost put down the chicken leg in his hand, and "complimented" with his unwavering voice: "Boss, you are playing tricks on yourself so much..." At the

dining table, Wei Qing smiled. Throwing down the bones, he picked up the napkin and wiped his hands carefully.

Snapped!

A palm slashed on the forehead of the ghost.

After visiting the hotel, Tang Kexin went to the top of the building and took his seat naturally. At the same time, the waiter who had been waiting at the door brought the leader's daily fixed breakfast-a whole plate of desserts.

"Xiao Sang, how's the chicken? Are you used to it?" Treating Xiao Sang, Tang Ke Xinhe was as angry as a host, not like treating a prisoner at all.

In the morning, the guards who were led by Tang Kexin to deal with a group of illegal counter-attackers were scared back three steps by Tang Kexin's kindness, and they pulled the waiter and quickly retreated.

Sanggui: "It's delicious! It can't be more authentic!"

Tang Kexin: "It's fine if you like it, it's not enough to ask Xiu Qi to catch it."

Watching the scene of "filial piety to the father", Wei Qing suddenly felt that he was the one out of place.

Tang Kexin took a bite of the cake and pushed a piece of brownie to Wei Qing: "Try it? I bought it at the newly opened dessert shop in the city center.