Horror game, I became the group's favorite after my mind was read

[Michelin cooking: Real cooking skills are about being able to process even the most ordinary ingredients into delicious and tempting food.

Any item processed by this ability will become food, which may synthesize the original properties of the item or separate the original properties of the item~】

The original plan was to completely destroy the mistletoe, but I didn't expect that this ability would work so randomly -

【You have used Michelin cooking skills on Scarlet Mistletoe.】

【You get a plate of mistletoe scrambled eggs and a mistletoe eye.】

【The delicious mistletoe scrambled eggs will have the mistletoe suck away the delicious brain of the eater】

[The eyes of mistletoe can convey its vision to its owner.]

[This eye currently has an owner. Should we erase the connection between it and the original owner? ]

To be honest, Rong Lele originally just wanted to give it a try.

If that fails, she will do as the manager said and use her bandages that cost more than 60,000 yuan to disinfect the parasite.

Unexpectedly, it succeeded, but not completely. What’s left is the pearl-like eyes of the bubble milk tea.

Rong Lele made the decision almost on the spot and stuck the eyes back on herself.

Almost instantly it stuck to her wrist, which was originally wrapped in mistletoe, and stuck tightly to her skin.

But this time, the eyes no longer have the horrible brain-corroding and control capabilities of mistletoe. They are just a kind of monitoring device.

Rong Lele did not erase its connection with Wei Xinyi.

Then, under Wei Xinyi's supervision, he took the bus back home.

Wei Xinyi discovered that the eerie aura coming from the scarlet mistletoe had become much weaker since the connection was cut off.

Wei Xinyi frowned. He should have used something more powerful on her earlier. Or he underestimated her. Who knew he would encounter the purification wall?

He bit his index finger and began to draw a totem on the table in front of him with blood, stroke by stroke, chanting a spell.

Rong Lele noticed out of the corner of her eye that the plate of "Mistletoe Scrambled Eggs" in the food box seemed to be more colorful.

The ingredients were shining with a rosy oily sheen, making one salivate. It seemed as if there were more mistletoe, and if one looked closely, one could see the tiny roots.

She remembered the manager saying that if it took root and sprouted, it would eat the host's brain. It seemed that it was growing. Although it had left her body, it still needed to devour the brain.

There is only half the time left before three hours.

Rong Lele drummed her fingers on her knees, her body swaying with the bumps of the bus. She lowered her eyes, thinking.

......

Wei Xinyi was exhausted after inducing the birth of mistletoe, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of his forehead.

This time, the strange aura I sensed was finally strong enough.

He stared at Rong Lele again to confirm that the other party had not used any communication equipment, including the player bracelet and smart computer, to notify the Special Intelligence Bureau or Fang Xiyu.

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled contemptuously. I knew it, how could she find out?

Here, Rong Lele got off the car, walked for about 8 minutes, and finally arrived home.

The family was already eating. It was 6:30 in the afternoon, the perfect time for dinner. The three members of the Rong family were happily enjoying their dinner in front of the TV.

Seeing Rong Lele coming back, Mrs. Hu raised her eyelids and said, "Lele, if you come back late, you must let me know. Otherwise, how will I know if I will leave dinner for you?"

"Well, I came back a little late. You guys eat, I brought some food from work."

Rong Lele said with a faint smile.

Mrs. Hu found it strange that Rong Lele, this dead girl, always had a dull expression and lifeless eyes. Although she inherited a pretty face from her biological mother, she didn't look feminine at all.

As a woman, you should be graceful, elegant in your every move, and have charming eyes.

Mrs. Hu was wondering why, after coming back today, she felt that Rong Lele was a little... flirtatious? Did she speak better?

Rong Lele casually placed the lunch box on the coffee table, then slowly walked across the restaurant and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

This time Hu Zi also raised her head, a little surprised. She seemed to smell a faint fragrance coming from that dead girl Rong Lele, which was refreshing.

Look more closely, what’s going on? When did Rong Lele’s skin become so white and glowing?

Her hair, which was not tied up and was casually draped, fell like a black waterfall, shining with a lustrous color under the light.

Her skin is as white as snow, her lips are charmingly rosy, and the joints of her fingers holding the cup are so distinct that they are so beautiful.

She tilted her head to drink water, and her slightly raised profile revealed a beautiful facial contour. A little more would be too fat, and a little less would be too thin. She was a beauty that looked good with either heavy or light makeup.

Hu Zi knew that Rong Lele was good-looking, but she never dressed up and always kept her head down, looking inconspicuous. In fact, she didn't dress up much today and was just wearing a cheap suit!

How can she be so beautiful! She looks even prettier than those actors on TV!

The momentary surprise in Hu Zi's eyes gradually turned into jealousy, and her whole face began to distort.

The Hu family is similar.

Even Rong's father, who usually ate and watched TV, noticed the abnormality of his wife and stepdaughter. He looked up and followed their gaze to Rong Lele.

Father Rong was startled and asked, "Le Le, did you have plastic surgery?"

Rong Lele finished the water in the cup, brushed her hair casually, and looked over casually.

It was just such a casual move, but both Rong's father and Hu's mother and daughter were startled.

You’re trying to be so beautiful, are you trying to kill yourself?

Rong Lele took in the looks in their eyes and smiled, "Where can I get the money for plastic surgery? Dad, you charge me so much rent every month, I'm lucky enough to be able to survive~"

Rong Lele blinked pitifully, and Rong's father cleared his throat awkwardly, with even a blush on his old face.

He suddenly felt that his biological daughter was indeed suffering. Is it dangerous for such a beautiful daughter to go out to work just to make a little rent...

"Then why don't you just not--"

Before Rong's father could finish his words, he screamed "ouch" and his foot was stepped on hard by Hu under the table.

Mrs. Hu gritted her teeth and rolled over his little toe, causing so much pain that Rong's father couldn't speak.

Mrs. Hu looked coldly: "What's wrong with Lele? What kind of class are you taking? Are you in a relationship recently?"

Rong Lele shook her head gently: "No. If you want to talk about becoming more beautiful, it's probably just that my Qi and blood have improved. The best beauty treatment for girls is to replenish Qi and blood~"

Her face was fair with a rosy glow, and the shadows under her eyes that usually appeared from staying up late were gone, and her whole body exuded a vibrant beauty.

Hu believed it, and Hu Zi believed it even more.

She asked anxiously, "How do you replenish your Qi and blood? A beauty salon, a massage parlor? Traditional Chinese medicine?"

Rong Lele pointed to the lunch box on the coffee table: "Food supplement~ I have learned a few dishes from my seniors in the company recently~"

She said as she walked to her room, "I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes first, and then I'll tell my sister in detail."

Seeing her twisting her willow-like body into the room, Hu Shi and Hu Zi both cast greedy glances at the lunch box on the coffee table.

As soon as Rong Lele entered the room, the two of them rushed over and opened the lunch box.

A fragrance I had never smelled before wafted into my nose, the aroma of eggs mixed with some unknown vegetable, shining with a crystal clear and tender oily luster.