Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

Although it is horrible, the unique aroma of the cake can still be distinguished.

"En." Fang Hua nodded, he hadn't finished his work yet, the reason why he came here halfway was to give the cake to Fang Rong before it broke, and now that the things have been delivered, his task has also been completed.

"You eat, I'll go first." He turned around, and just as he took a step, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Fang Rong had a complicated expression, "Let's eat together before leaving!"

He always had the feeling that he had betrayed Fang Hua. Although Fang Hua didn't know it, he still treated him so well, and didn't even mind the harsh words he said that day.

Why are you so stupid?

I am a bad person!

The decoration in the corridor is good, there are simulated flowers in the corner, like real ones, exuding a faint fragrance.

"It's good to come in and sit down."

Fang Hua was startled for a moment, hesitated for a moment before being pulled into the room by him and pressed on the sofa.

"I remember you like cake the most." Fang Rong opened the plastic bag next to the cake, which contained a fork and a plastic cutter, and he took it out to cut the small cake into several smaller pieces.

Although the outside is a mess, the inside is good, cooked just right, soft, delicious and fresh.

Fang Rong picked it up and gave him a copy, and kept a copy for himself. He inadvertently looked up at the apron on Fang Hua's waist, and pretended to ask casually, "You found a job?"

"kindness."

"Tired?"

"It's okay." He seemed to have learned a lot while going out during this time, and he spoke a lot more fluently.

Fang Rong frowned. He had already seen the hands that Fang Hua wanted to hide. Those hands were supposed to be playing the piano. They were slender and slender, with well-defined joints and fair and delicate skin. Skin.

"Washing things?"

"kindness."

"It's not good for the hands to be soaked in the water all the time, and you'll get eczema, can't you do other jobs?" He remembered that Fang Hua once danced on that kind of big stage, "Where's the dance?"

"I won't be allowed to dance." After a pause, he added, "They always ruin my good things, so I can't find other jobs."

Fang Rong's heart skipped a beat. Indeed, even if he can find a job, so what, he will be investigated soon, and he will run away again, so he won't be able to do any job for long.

For some reason, he suddenly began to feel sorry for Fang Hua.

A poor person must have something to hate, and a hateful person must also have something to be pitiful. Fang Hua eats human flesh, drinks human blood, and possesses great power, but he has no status or money, and his life is hindered everywhere. Ordinary people live like ordinary people. For his wife and son, he has only two choices, either join the military or go to the world of beastmen.

"This job can't be done, you've been targeted." He didn't dare to say that he had given the military any advice on how to deal with him, so he could only give him advice, "You have to choose that kind of daily settlement, quickly If you don’t work, you won’t be able to make any money at all, and you won’t be able to support you.”

Fang Hua has a big appetite, and he can eat a catty or two of meat for a meal. Ordinary work can't support him at all, which means that he has never had enough food outside.

So is this the real reason for his killing?

Because you're hungry and can't get enough to eat?

Fang Rong took out the change from his body, "You take it to subsidize first, and then return it to me when you have money."

Because of his strength, the orc has a sense of arrogance and is unwilling to accept other people's charity. In order not to hurt his self-esteem, Fang Rong didn't say to give it to him directly, but asked him to pay it back.

Fang Hua froze for a moment, "I don't want it, I have money."

He took out a card, which was given to him by the previous boss. At that time, he danced in the bar, and he could get 500 yuan a day. The treatment was very good, but...

"I don't know how to use it." He put the card on the table and pushed it to Fang Rong.

Fang Rong smiled, "This is a bank card, you have to go to the bank to get it."

"Oh."

Since Fang Hua can't appear in public places, especially near banks, where there are many monitors, Fang Rong accepted the card, "Well, I'll keep the card for you first, and you take the money and buy some for yourself. For food, don’t wrong yourself, ask me if you don’t have any.”

Fang Hua lowered his eyes, and put a sliced ​​cake into his mouth, his delicate face showed no waves, nor did he refuse.

"Fang Hua, have you ever thought about living a life of integrity without hiding?"

Fang Hua was taken aback, "Can I?"

"Of course." He must be hopeful when he said this, "Now the military thinks you have great potential, and hopes that you can join them. What do you think?"

I don't know why, Fang Hua's mood fluctuated suddenly, his chest heaved, he opened his mouth several times but couldn't speak, maybe he didn't know how to express, he suddenly stretched out his hands and violently tore off his shirt, revealing his scarred chest.

There were gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and even traces left by the supernatural power. The supernatural power is a substance that can corrode the flesh. The wound has never healed, and the surrounding area has turned red, showing signs of decay.

Fang Rong gasped, it was hard to imagine how he survived.

Ordinary people feel like they are going to die if they have a small scratch. With so many wounds, he must be in pain.

His voice was trembling, and he could hardly speak, "These...are they doing it?"

The windows and doors in the house were closed, not very ventilated, and a faint smell of blood permeated the air.

Fang Rong stretched out his hand and carefully touched the scarred chest, "Does it hurt?"

Fang Hua closed his shirt not paying attention, took his hand and rubbed it on his face, his voice was slightly nasal, "It doesn't hurt."

His tone and actions are more like a child acting like a baby to an adult, full of dependence.

"Why didn't you say it?" Fang Rong felt a little distressed, "They hurt you first, right?"

Fang Hua didn't speak, he sat next to Fang Rong and leaned his head on him, the faint fragrance of shower gel came, and the familiar smell reassured him for a while.

"You hate them, don't you?" Fang Rong didn't refuse his little move, and let him put his head on his shoulders.

"So you killed because you were injured, right?"