Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Tana's heart became more and more difficult to calm down. She always felt that something was about to happen, and the only thing that could connect the king and Chelsea was the only thing in her mind that could only think about the throne.

Magistrate West, Andrew III's right-hand man, must have been a witness.

Once this kind of thought arises in the mind, it can never go back, and the brain is broken like a rift, and no other thoughts can be stored.

Her whole body's blood boiled.

"Stupid, you're so stupid, you're so stupid Tana!" She cursed herself angrily, rolling her eyes, trying to calm herself down.

Although this possibility is extremely high, other possibilities cannot be ruled out.Tana's thoughts kept churning. If the will had been drawn up in advance, she and the queen's eyeliner would be everywhere in the palace before it was announced.

If not, what is there for the two of them to chat in private?She thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

Outside the door, Tana winked at a maid who was waiting to serve.

Not long after, the maid came in with a plate of fruit.

"what--"

Suddenly there was a low scream in the room, and Tana and the soldiers and guards outside broke in without thinking.

Then, they were embarrassed.

There was a flash of sullenness in Andre III's eyes, and he exchanged a secret glance with West, but he still didn't attack, and looked at her suspiciously, "Is there anything urgent for you?"

"This maid is too reckless. Before I stopped her, she came in and even hurt someone." Tana asked with concern, "Chelsea, are you alright?"

Chelsea shook her head, only to be scratched by the knife next to the fruit.

"Father, I'll take her to bandage the wound." Tana glanced at the room, all the furnishings proved that they were indeed just chatting normally, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed of her wild thoughts.

Suddenly, she saw sharply that there was a corner of parchment under the quilt of Andre III.

Andre nodded slightly to the two of them, his expression was unclear, and before he could react, his hands hidden under the quilt were empty.

"Tana!"

She quickly browsed through the above content, and the beautiful cursive script written by Andre III was eloquently connected into a ball of curves, and she could clearly understand every word, because of this, she couldn't believe it even more.

The most unexpected and most unlikely thing has come true.

"Father, don't you think this decision is too hasty!"

"You have no right to criticize any of my decisions."

"She gave up her status as the heir to the throne! The contract book beside your bed has long been reduced to ashes!"

"But it doesn't mean I can't grant her the throne."

"Give it to a strange woman like this?" Princess Tana's eyes became indifferent and high-spirited, "I now have reason to suspect that Chelsea colluded with the sheriff and threatened you to write down this document. After all, how many people were there just now to prove you Written voluntarily while awake."

"Don't mess around." Andre III also had a straight face, his tight jaw was covered with layers of fat.

He called out to the knight commander outside the door, "Take Tana back to her room."

Seeing that Tana was pulled out, Chelsea felt the need to explain to her, no matter how noble the identities of these two people were, she turned her head and chased after her.

"Chelsea..." Andrea III eagerly stretched out his hand, trying to call her back, but she was nowhere to be seen in the blink of an eye.

He rubbed his forehead in frustration, "Get out!"

The maid hesitated for a moment, squatted down to clean up the debris on the ground first, West bent down gently, "No need, I'll just come, you go out first."

The maid gave him a grateful look, closed the door and left.

"Although she was not successfully subdued, blood is the same. You are connected with her blood, and your soul can resonate." West picked up the knife with a trace of blood on the ground.

Just now he planned to sneak attack from behind, but he didn't expect that stupid maid to enter the house recklessly, interrupted his behavior, and bumped into him.

Fortunately, West used a weak electric current to cut Chelsea's arm with a knife in a panic.

"Really?! Can we start now?"

Andre III jumped out of the bed excitedly, as long as he thought about what happened afterwards, he had never felt so light.

The specific method, only people like Coster will know, even if Andre III stared at it for a long time, he could only see a pair of gray-black wings floating in the water basin with the blood dagger Patterns, like ink drops dissolving in water.

A stench similar to that of rotting rat butterflies permeated the air, with a strong burnt smell at the same time.

The two looked at each other.

"Failed?" Andre III moved his fingers without any abnormality.

Coster looked suspiciously at the top of his bald head, "Are you sure that the charm back then was big enough for that gray elf to love you enough to be dedicated?"

The old king took a few deep breaths, and his eyes instantly became stern, "Call Isaac over here!"

There was a riot in the palace.

In the hotel restaurant, Richer was emptying beehives in the backyard.

Since the lemon balm was planted, a few bees flew into the yard every now and then.But he still didn't know how to attract bee colonies to stay permanently.

Two days ago, the gardener diagonally opposite said he needed to wipe the beehives with crushed leaves, and gave him a piece of beeswax, telling him to light it and put it next to the beehives.

So, after lunch today, as Richel ate sweet and crispy popcorn, he thought about it.

Light the small piece of beeswax, and a puff of sweet smoke comes out, blowing away with the wind.

Adrian crushed the leaves of lemon balm and poured them directly on the brand-new beehives.

Richer clicked his mouth, grabbed the bowl, and wiped it evenly on the wall of the box.

"You said you could do something well."

"That's a lot, do you need me to give examples one by one?" Adrian hooked his shoulders and put his hands on his hips.

Listening to his proud voice, Richel rolled his eyes expressionlessly.

"These bees are really so stupid to drill into such a small place to make a nest?" Adrian asked suspiciously, suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, "However, I also like to drill into small places, hot and humid It's easy to slip out with a bit of effort, and the best part is you reach for the plug yourself, sobbing every time..."

"If you don't say these things, you will die!" Richel hurriedly covered his mouth, looked around guiltily, blushed, and gritted his teeth, "It's not that you like being lazy!"

Adrian took his hand away, and the pungent lemon scent of lemon balm juice also lingered on his lips.

"My dear, what are you thinking." He educated seriously, "This is wrong."

Richer didn't expect the octopus to be so thick-skinned, and glared angrily, "Whoever said it first, talk well and don't talk about anything else."

"That's called a vivid description."

"At this time, there is no need to reflect your poor literary quality."

Adrian licked his lips, and leaned closer to the bleeding earlobe, "Don't worry, honey, I looked around and made sure it was only the two of us who said it."

Occasionally, when no one is around, the two heads will unconsciously get closer, saying embarrassing words to each other that only the two of them know, blushing and heartbeating, one is intoxicated by the other's haze, and the other dare not look up into the other's eyes.

It's a pity that as soon as I finished saying this today, the yard was full of dust, and Chelsea fell from the sky and smashed a hole in the cobblestone path.

Richel suddenly shook off the hand on his shoulder.

Adrian staggered a bit, his eight feet were firmly attached to the ground, so that he didn't fall down in embarrassment, and at the same time, he gave the other side a cold look.

Chelsea was in an irritable mood and didn't notice at all. Seeing Richel at this moment, she anxiously grabbed his hand and walked into the room, "I have something very important to tell you."

Seeing his partner being dragged away obediently, he hurried to catch up.

Chelsea roared angrily, and within a few breaths, everyone in the restaurant sat on the long table in the lobby.

"The old king wants me to inherit the throne."

Richel said "Oh", "Then are you interested?"

"What do you think?" Chelsea's eyelids were half-lidded, she glanced at him lukewarmly, and said seriously, "I explained to Tana that I'm not a princess, the real one is you, and you don't want to inherit. Tana Still very angry, let me explain to the old king, and make a statement, don't just ignite spontaneously."

"Have you made it clear?"

Chelsea was silent for a moment, then looked at Richel, "I overheard, Isaac and the others wanted to use your body to pretend to be the soul of the old king."

Richer went numb all over.

"I know they don't have any good hearts." Hayle slammed the table and shouted, "Humans love to play tricks."

The human witch knocked the vampire to the ground with a magic wand, "Some humans like to beat you upright."

Hastings frowned, "That's not right."

"Think about it, at the beginning, Isaac mistakenly became Chelsea, and even made the mistake, making the king think she was his child."

He analyzed in detail, "If Isaac had obeyed the king, then Richel would have been exposed to him long ago. Why should the king keep mistaking her for Chelsea?"

"Listen to you, is Isaac protecting Richel?" Chelsea asked puzzled, "What about the fact that the whole continent wanted to hunt him down?"

"That doesn't make sense." Hayle rubbed his chin in thought, with an old-fashioned look.

"What should I do?" Richel asked Adrian.

The octopus said indifferently: "Whether he is good or has other plans, I will protect you."

"Are you unable to beat him?" Richel asked affirmatively.

Adrian's face paled.

"Then do whatever it takes to protect you."

In the evening, the beeswax in front of the beehive had no smoke, and when the lid was lifted, several bees were already hovering inside.

That's when the bees in the nest have found their new home. According to the gardener, when the bee colony is not fully settled, he needs to separate the queen bee to prevent the bee colony from fleeing.