Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Heavy, dragging footsteps entered the restaurant.

The teams that were still whispering and discussing with their teammates became alert, and they were even more cautious when they saw the chef's appearance.

The chef was even less human than the little boy had been.

The tall body was hunched, the skin was pale and greenish, the eyes were deeply sunken, the apron he wore was stained with dried blood and unknown liquid, and the rotten and festering skin was faintly visible under the worn rubber gloves, which was simply disgusting.

The bloody smell that Gao Kai smelled came from the iron bucket held by the chef, which was filled with minced meat and filled with a strong fishy smell.

For a moment, all the players looked unhappy.

The game rules say that you can't question the chef. Is this the only kind of shit they can eat in the game?

Who knows if you will die after eating it, or turn into a monster like the chef.

"Fuck, this thing is an insult to food." Gao Kai, who has been a chef for several years, despised it but didn't dare to say it out loud. Who knows whether this thing that can't tell whether it's a human or a ghost can eat humans.

However, the situation was slightly better than they had imagined.

The chef was holding another iron bucket in his hand, and the ingredients inside were visible as their dinner, even if it tasted worse than leftover rice.

But with the minced meat as a comparison, players felt for the first time that their tolerance for food could be so high.

But this is only for people who are not picky about food.

Ruan Fu lowered his eyes and looked at the soup in the plate, frowning slightly, and was hesitant to make any move.

"Don't eat this." The low voice in her ear made Ruan Fu's body stiffen slightly, and then she saw Jinchen take out two clean and fluffy pieces of bread and even milk from the light computer space.

It is obvious that these were specially prepared in advance after coming out of the novice level.

However, the space area of ​​the optical computer is very small, and the scope of use allowed by the game is even smaller. Players often choose to store props exchanged for gold coins, or compressed biscuits that are enough to fill their stomachs.

Jinchen even tore open the bag and handed the bread to Ruan Fu's mouth.

The aroma of meat floss and cheese quickly spread to her nose, which happened to be Ruan Fu's favorite flavor.

Ruan Fu stared at Jinchen with vigilance and suspicion, and seeing his smiling expression that seemed to indicate he would not give up, she looked at him for a few seconds before lowering her eyes and awkwardly took the bread.

"You don't put weapons in the space?" Ruan Fu's tone softened a little.

"Let it go," Jinchen tasted the weird taste, thinking that it would be good for Lingdan to lose weight. Seeing Ruan Fu's eyebrows and eyes drooping, he smiled again, "Isn't this you, little brother Ruan Xiangxiang."

Ruan Fu: “…”

God damn Ruan Xiangxiang.

Ruan Fu clenched the bread bag with her knuckles and glared at Jin Chen, "What a random name."

"How beautiful." Jinchen hummed softly, and saw that the other four teammates at the table had different expressions.

"Don't you like to eat it either?" Jinchen asked, calculating in his mind.

At least every villain’s blackness value must be reduced by 5 before you can eat it!

It turns out he was overly worried.

"I'm just a little full," Ji Luo rolled his eyes, "If you don't know, you would think it's Ruan Fu who has a brain tumor."

Jinchen raised his eyebrows and climbed up the pole, "This is called..." "Love, love, love, I know you love him very much, shut up, brother." Ji Luo made a stop gesture.

"...Alas." Jin Chen sighed, pinching Ruan Fu's fingers and poking them back and forth in grievance, "There is no captain more miserable than me."

Yun Zaozao remained silent, lowered his head and drank his soup, with a mentality of "out of sight, out of mind".

Looking at Gao Kai again, he spat out the food, but because he was hungry he ate faster than anyone else.

"Hello... hello." Just when Jinchen wanted to observe Cheng Chuan, he was interrupted by a sudden voice beside him and looked over.

A young man in a sweatshirt came over, his fingers tightly pinching the hem of his clothes. He looked very nervous, and his eyes were so vague that he didn't dare to look at Jinchen.

"Do you have extra bread? Can I... buy some with my points?" He was even a little incoherent.

If Jinchen didn't have good hearing, he would hardly be able to hear what this person was saying.

Jinchen thought about it and calculated that the remaining bread and food would be enough for them to eat for a few days. Finally, he said, "5 points for a loaf of bread. We won't sell milk."

The young man didn't dare to bargain, and went back with two loaves of bread, where he ran into the chef who was returning with an iron bucket.

Perhaps he was too nervous, he took a few steps back in fright, and the bread in his arms fell to the ground, and he picked it up in a hurry.

But it has already attracted the chef's attention.

The chef, smelling of meat, strode over and grabbed the young man's collar with his thick, rotten fingers. The smell of blood went straight into his nose as he spoke.

"Are you dissatisfied with the food I made?"

"...No, no, I'm satisfied!"

The young man nodded hurriedly, his face turned pale with fear, and he grabbed his bowl and poured the food into his mouth tremblingly.

The chef was satisfied and looked quietly at Ruan Fu who was still eating bread.

"Is the food I cook not delicious?"

Game rule 9: Don’t rush the chef to cook or question the taste of the dishes unless you want to become the chef yourself.

No one wants to be this thing.

Ruan Fu had just picked up the untouched bowl of soup when it was snatched away by Jin Chen in an instant. Before she could react, she was scolded again.

"What are you eating? I, your man, am not full. Who told you to eat?"

Jinchen looked very angry.

Ruan Fu hesitated, silently expressing his doubt and confusion.

The four members of Team Hope: “…” How deep is the impact of Jinchen’s brain tumor?

Other players: "..."

You can still play like this.

Is this person not afraid of ghosts at all?