Octopus Online Feeding Guide

The bronze bell in Liberty City rang "dang dang dang", which was the signal of enemy attack.

Several soldiers hugged a man in armor and went to the city to observe, but found that the pirate ship had docked, and no one had disembarked.

"Send someone to watch and pay attention to movement at all times."

"Yes."

On the shore, Adrian put his arms around Richel's waist, jumped on the spot, went up tens of meters in an instant, jumped over the huge hull, and landed on the plywood.

Seeing the two people, everyone on the plywood cheered and shouted: "Captain!"

If it wasn't for the hooking of his arms and legs, Richel would have almost been shaken off the boat.

For a moment, he felt that he was the captain of a pirate ship, about to set sail.

"Master Adrian, are you still satisfied?"

"The chunky uncle who was standing at the bow just now asked."

"Ask Master Richel." Adrian let go of him and pushed him forward, "If this fleet goes to a different continent, it will only take a month to go back and forth, which is much faster than ordinary human ships."

"Can you bring anything back?"

"Of course," Adrian said, "Whatever ingredients you want, you can communicate with my deputy, Eugene."

The chunky uncle took off the pirate hat, gave him a non-standard gentleman's salute, and complained: "I don't know who came up with the stupid idea, but a good hand must install this iron hook. I have seen it several times today. Almost hooked myself upside down."

Richel: ...

He took off the blindfold on his right eye, patted it on his hand, and said, "Respected Lord Richel, I will search for all the rare treasures you want."

Rare and rare treasures just take it?

"He doesn't like those treasures, he only likes things that can be made into food."

"Wait, who said I don't like it anymore." Richer quickly covered Adrian's mouth, looked at him as if he was looking at a prodigal son, and said to Eugene: "What treasures are there in the foreign land?"

"I haven't been there either. I heard that there are golden fruits, wolverines, virgin vines, springs that never dry up, the ruins and curses of Akasa..."

"It's a boring thing to hear."

"How come, Wolverine's fur can be used to make a cloak, which is impervious to water and fire; rattan can be used to make whips, actively bloodthirsty, and has amazing lethality; there are also ruins, which may contain the mysterious witchcraft of the Akasa tribe ..." Eugene exclaimed exaggeratedly, two eyebrows were about to fly out of his face.

"Help me bring some golden fruits. If it is gold, then it will be very valuable. The rest..."

Richel asked for a pen and paper, and based on some impressions, he drew some food for them, and instructed: "Bring as much as you can, preferably with seeds."

Eugene nodded, looked at the pictures one by one, and said, "Master Richel is really powerful. He has never set foot on a different continent, and he knows what the golden fruit looks like."

Richel saw that the golden fruit was not made of gold, but it was corn.

He was very depressed, people on this continent were looking for treasures, why are there such things.

He repeatedly asked Eugene and the others to bring over what they could eat, or what they felt could be eaten.

Because what he can draw is only what he thinks of temporarily, as for what other delicacies, he has limited knowledge, and he doesn't know.

Some pirates on the splint had already begun to carnival, hooking their shoulders in a mess, Adrian said: "If we can help the sailor at the helm to steer the ship, they will be very happy."

Richel was pleasantly surprised: "Is it possible? I haven't sailed a boat yet, will I get lost?"

"There is a compass." Adrian smiled, took him to the upper deck, and drove the sailors at the helm down to drink together.

Richel approached the round rudder, and Adrian approached him slowly behind him, grabbed his hands, and stroked the rudder.

The sky outside is dark blue, only the faint moonlight casts on the sea, illuminating the sparkling waves, more like thousands of stars reflected in the water, it is almost impossible to tell where is the sky and where is the sea, let alone what is near the shore. reef.

"It's okay, this ship is a phantom now." If it was real, it would have run aground just now.

He took Richer's hand to drive the rudder, and rowed in a circle, and he saw that the vision ahead seemed to change, and the different colors of black and blue gradually turned into thick black, which was the color of sea water in the dark night.

"Can't see the front." Richel turned his face slightly, wondering, "Can you see?"

Adrian let out a "hmm", stretched his arms and legs to the ground, shortened the height of the two of them, put his head on his shoulders, and slowly turned with his hands, pointing out the direction for him with his mouth.

"Look at the sky, the stars will point out the direction." His deep voice is especially moving in the dark night, and it can't help but make people's ears burn. "The night sky over the sea is the most beautiful, the most vast, and the stars are the brightest."

Richer's heart was beating wildly, and he could clearly hear his introduction of "Big Dipper, Orion, Cygnus..." in his ears, but his head couldn't absorb it completely, as if he was isolated, and could only be stared at him in a daze pointing direction.

The pirate behind him rubbed his chin in dissatisfaction and muttered, "Why aren't you paying attention?"

He shrunk his head, and then Adrian saw his anxiety, "What's wrong?"

"fine……"

On the deck, Eugene shouted: "Lord Adrian, you haven't had a drink with us for a long time." As he spoke, he burped heavily.

Richer took the opportunity to break free from his arm, "Go to the bar.".

Eugene was already blushing from drinking, and when he saw the two of them, he smiled and said, "It's really boring for you to be here. Let the Phantom float by itself for a while, and you won't get lost. If you don't drink, you will die."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but push him down, and Adrian stepped down, silently following beside him.

The pirates on the deck have already made a fuss.They haven't seen Adrian for a long time, and they all wanted to drink his wine. Even Richer was drunk several times by Eugene and a few pirates with sly eyebrows, and his whole head began to feel dizzy Yes, the rest of the wine was stopped by Adrian, and it all went into his stomach.

The fun of pirates is as simple as that, drink as much as you can, and spend the night leaning on a pile of treasure with a woman when you get drunk.

Richel saw that Adrian was very talkative tonight, and he never refused to come. After one round, it was obvious that he started to writhe when he walked.

"Is it okay?" Richel looked worriedly at the rotten octopus lying on the ground.

Adrian drank so much that his expression became silly, and he gave him a smirk, fished it out, and brought him to lie on the deck with him.

Sure enough, the starry sky over the sea is the most beautiful, both lonely and lively.

When the sea breeze blew, he couldn't help shivering, and took the initiative to hug Adrian, nestled in his arms, and fell asleep within two seconds.

Richel was woken up by a loud noise, and when he woke up, the top of his head still hurt, as if he had been bumped, but unfortunately he had no memory of it at all.

"Boy, take care of your people."

As soon as his brain resumed functioning, he heard Chelsea shouting in a broken voice: "Don't let people sleep at all!"

Adrian sat on a high counter, with one arm around a stool in the lobby, wailing his name, looking like a fool.

"Richer, why have you turned into two halves!"

Richel covered his face: Who is this idiot?

The lower arm followed Chelsea slowly, and when she reached the stairs on the second floor, he hooked his arm and brought him down again, and so on, but she was not allowed to go back to the room to sleep.

"Chelsea, Richel was split in half by you." Adrian said with his tongue out, rolled the whites of his eyes and leaned the two stools between them, "I can't stick back, you come here."

Lesni shivered and crouched on the chair to watch the excitement, leaning on the sickle that he had already obtained at some point beside him.

Jacob rubbed his eyes and came out of the room. Before he could see what was going on, he was hooked down.

"If it weren't for seeing him as your man, I would have beaten him!" Chelsea said angrily.

"You fight, as long as you can beat him."

"Boy, how come you have turned bad!"

Richel ignored her and walked into the kitchen to see if there were any ingredients to sober up.After searching for a long time with the lamp of Dou Da, I found some pears.

He mashed the pears into juice, put them in a bowl, and sent them to someone with a rosy complexion. He lifted his back and said softly, "Drink a little, sober up."

Adrian drank without saying a word, and when the bowl was finished, his soft lips "slapped" against Richel's face, and he had an expression of "see if I'm good", and his eyes begged for praise , "Richer..."

Richer wiped off the saliva covering his face, he was full of depression, but when he called his name pitifully, his heart softened, and he let him give him a big bear hug.

Taking advantage of the time when he was drinking soup, Chelsea quickly cast magic without saying a word, and heard the door on the second floor in the blink of an eye, and brought Jacob back to the room by the way, so as not to be caught by this lunatic.

Richel managed to persuade him to get off the counter and put the bowl back, and just as he lifted the curtain of the kitchen door, he saw Adrian dancing on the table, his eight tentacles waving wildly, and Lesney was held by the black scythe. Grabbing and jumping together, the bones scattered on the ground after a few strokes.

"Richer, you are too fragile, how can you give birth to a baby octopus with me in the future." The octopus pointed at the skull bit by bit, Adrian squinted his eyes, wondering, "Why is there no skin, it's so naked?" ?”

As he spoke, he licked his smooth skull.

It never occurred to Lesney to become a skeleton and have the experience of being molested.

Richel could see through the black hole that there was nothing to love.

Helplessly covering his face, within a quarter of an hour, he brought out another bowl of boiled cabbage, and with a soft call, Adrian immediately calmed down, hugged his waist and rubbed his face vigorously.

Why does it feel like raising a erha?

He also poured a bowl of cabbage down for him, and then he felt that Adrian was much quieter, and he didn't care about cleaning up, and half helped and half mopped him back to the room.

"You, what are you going to do to me?" Adrian shrank at the head of the bed, pressing his head with a headache with one hand, and pulling at his neckline with the other, screaming extremely aggrieved and miserable, like a good woman about to be raped, " Don't come here, don't take off my clothes, ahhh..."

Richel: ...

If this person is not his roommate, he must be thrown on the street to feed werewolves.

"How can you sleep without taking off your clothes?"

"I hate sleeping with other people." Adrian firmly occupied the entire bed with his eight arms and legs, leaned against the pillow, and tilted his head back uncomfortably, exposing his tight neck, and his Adam's apple was rolling up and down due to thirst.

"You hate sleeping with me, and I don't like sleeping with you." Richel said angrily, "Back then, whoever said he didn't like cleaning other rooms insisted on sharing a bed with me, and didn't let me go to other rooms ?”

"I only sleep with Richel, I just want him to sleep with me."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on his face.

"Richer is the softest, warm, fluffy, and comfortable." He sighed as he spoke.

"You treat me like a doll, don't you?" Richel gritted his teeth and twisted his face forcefully.

Adrian felt the pain, opened his cloudy eyes, and when he saw him, he immediately showed a big smile, leaned over, and abducted him to the bed.

"You have to hug to sleep well."

Richer smelled the strong smell of alcohol, sighed helplessly, let him hold her, adjusted her posture slightly, and closed her eyes.

"I can't drink so much in the future." Richel patted him on the back.

"Happy today..." Adrian smirked, rubbed his black hair, and muttered in his mouth, which was not heard clearly for a long time.

Richel moved his ears close to hear his neck sore, and then he heard what he said.

"They say my partner is amazing and good-looking." He mumbled a bunch of good things.

"Fool." He buried his head in the smell of alcohol.

A sweet dream.

When he woke up the next morning, Adrian felt dizzy as expected, his head and stomach hurt like hell, and he was constantly nauseous.

This was the first time he drank too much, he didn't expect it to be so uncomfortable, and he already regretted letting them drink alcohol last night.

Walking downstairs with one foot deep and one foot shallow, Richel was already selling breakfast. He sat lazily on the empty stool in the lobby and yawned at the crowd.

Headache, stomach ache, body sore and weak.

There were two crisp knocking sounds from the counter, and Richel, taking advantage of the lack of people, motioned for him to go over.

Adrian walked over flicking his arms and legs. Just as he leaned against the counter, there was a bowl of milk in front of him.

"Yogurt, it protects the stomach." Richel passed breakfast to the customer in his hand, and said in his mouth, "I'll make you a vegetable, tofu and white noodle soup later, drink it while it's hot, take off the wine, relieve your headache, don't Looks like he's going to die."

"Richel, I really love you to death." He jumped over the counter, hugged him and kissed him hard.

"There are still people watching." After so long, Richel still couldn't bear his enthusiastic and straightforward confession.

"Soup for hangover? Is there any other soup like this? Can you give me a bowl to try?" a big man asked.