Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Richel's hands and feet were cold, and he almost forgot to breathe and his heartbeat.

Adrian's body temperature is much cooler than that of ordinary humans. In the long summer, holding this octopus is like holding a large cold water bag, wishing to nap in his arms all day long.

And at this moment, Richel was shivering with cold.

Tears fell silently, and he leaned into his arms sobbing, clenching his teeth, just wanting to curl up into a ball and hug himself tightly.

Adrian let go of the man, cupped his face, and kissed away the tears bit by bit, "Honey, don't cry."

He just wanted to show off in front of the one he loved, and chose the gentlest and most bloodless way to show his strength, but he still frightened people.

Richel wanted to wave his hand away, but he didn't dare to move, he was afraid to meet his eyes, for fear of offending him, so he silently shed tears.

I was really scared.

Adrian grinned out the corner of his mouth, and he changed into the familiar look in the past again. He smiled prettily and dazzled, and moved his face closer shamelessly.

"Richer, let's go to the kitchen, shall we? Yesterday you said you were going to make delicious pumpkins and share them with everyone."

Richel's teeth trembled, looking at his face, he remembered the mass of blood and flesh under his body, the limbs of the limp corpse, the shrill cry, that indifferent and evil face overlapped with the person in front of him, bloody The taste seems to be still on the tip of the nose.

He couldn't bear it anymore, bent over and lay down beside the bed, and vomited wantonly.

Adrian froze there helplessly.

Already disgusted to the point of disgusting yet?

"Richer..."

The voice in the ear gradually moved away, Richel's eyes were blurred, his body softened, and he passed out again.

The people from the hotel and restaurant came one after another, and everyone was very sad to hear the news that they would not be open today.

"Is it because Hammer Wolf was killed by you yesterday, and this shop will be seized?" The owner of the bakery next door gloated, "You thugs will be hanged sooner or later."

Chelsea sat listlessly by the counter and glanced at him indifferently.

The boss shuddered and disappeared before his eyes in a hurry.

Skeleton Lesney waved the sickle in his hand, and wisps of black air came out, restoring the damaged place to new.

"There."

The skeleton hand stopped, and turned to look at her in a strange way.

"There's the window," Chelsea reminded.

Richer opened a window over there, it shouldn't turn back into the wall.

Lesni moved his fingers holding the sickle, and finally followed the way Richel had originally decorated it.

"Boss isn't cooking today?" Jacob rubbed his stomach, he was hungry.

Chelsea put his head on the table, his expression even more sluggish, "He's sick."

"In the future, you must not follow the example of the two of them in dating, it will make people look like idiots." She educated with earnestness.

Jacob seemed to understand, but nodding was always right anyway.

Richel lay on the bed for a whole day, with the octopus tentacles gently curling his wrists, the demon lay beside him, quietly accompanying him, the look behind him made his hair stand on end.

His eyes were closed, pretending to be asleep.

I was flustered, confused, and confused.If this was in the era he lived in, the person lying next to him would be a murderer who looked like a killer, a murderer who brutally tortured and killed people.

However, this is not the era in which he lives.

Here, killing a person is no different from killing a chicken, duck or beast.

He is the outlier.

He has received countless suggestions and advice before, and he is also working hard to adapt to this world, respecting the laws of each race.

When he went back to the city with Neil, he also saw treasure hunters bullying the less, murdering and stealing money.

But why can't he accept that he killed someone?

why?

Because... this is the person he loves.

The person I love so much, one day, he showed a completely opposite side from the usual face of himself, as if... He didn't really understand this person at all.

Thinking about it carefully, I never knew about his past, his abilities, his family and friends.

She said she loved him, but she didn't even want to understand and explore some basic things, and she didn't even know what she was thinking under that smiling face all day long.

Richel turned around slowly, met those emerald green eyes, "Adrian."

"Honey..." He looked at Richel happily, and gave him a big octopus hug.

"Let go, let go, I'm going to be strangled to death by you."

Well, it's still a familiar idiot.

Adrian reluctantly let go a little.

"Let go, I can't breathe."

"No." He didn't know how disturbed he was.

Richer was speechless, as expected this octopus couldn't be put in his mind, he could shine with some sunlight, flood with some river water, and be unscrupulous if he was greeted.

As much as this flattering face deserved a beating, the fear and anger in his mind, as well as many questions, disappeared in an instant, as if he had returned to the past.

It seems not.

Richel already knew that the person in front of him was a real devil, not just talking about it.He is the one who is worried about himself, and he is the one who can kill indifferently.

"If we don't let go, we will break up." He said without the slightest threat.

Adrian immediately let go of his hand, lay down neatly beside him, and looked at him with a pair of eyes interlocking, "We can't be separated."

Richel half-folded his eyes, recalling the whisper he had whispered in his ear before, and asked, "Am I your sacrifice?"

Octopus lay on the bed with one hand on his head, looked at him, and nodded upon hearing this.

His little sacrifice was delicious no matter how you looked at it.

"Aren't you going to explain it?" Richel was about to go crazy, it was just a relationship, how could he even lose his basic human rights.

"That's a long story." He was thinking in his head, not knowing where to start.

"Then make a long story short."

"Oh, your parents made a deal with me. I have absolute control over your soul and body, and I also have the obligation to protect you." Adrian said concisely, rubbing his fingertips lightly at the corner of his eyes, "Soul It can be bought for a price, the purer the soul, the more things can be exchanged." It is also more delicious.

Money, honor, power, luck, and beauty can all be bought and sold with the body and even the soul.

Richel's eyes widened. His parents sold him to a demon from the inside out?

No wonder waking up to be in the beggar's nest. Where did this foolish parents come from, such a fool.

Wait, isn't the original product of this body dead?

Therefore, he is no longer a sacrifice to this octopus.

"This is a misunderstanding, you have admitted it wrong." Richel waved his hand, he is a free and independent person, not someone's appendage.

"There is no misunderstanding, dear." Adrian leaned over and gave him a deep kiss.

Richel raised his fist angrily, and viciously greeted him on the cheek. Adrian wailed and fell to the side.

"Until the matter is clarified, you are not allowed to touch me!" Richel said angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, Adrian blinked, and in his left eye, in the emerald green pupil, a golden totem gradually emerged.

Richel: "What happened to your eyes?"

Adrian stretched his arms and legs, rolled up the mirror on the table opposite the bed, and pointed it at the person beside him.

Richel looked in the mirror and found the same pattern in his right eye.

It looks like... a gorgeous dial with a golden iris silhouette in the middle, slowly turning.

"This is..." He held the mirror and looked around, and within a few breaths, his eyes turned a rich chocolate color again.

"The countdown of life. After signing the contract, when the sacrifice accepts my gift, this mark will appear." Adrian explained, pointing his slender fingers at the corners of his eyes, "When the sacrifice gives back what I want , This imprint will also appear in my eyes."

For example, love.

Adrian blinked a few times, and the pattern disappeared again, hiding it.

He leaned closer to Richel again, hugging his waist and said, "I saw that you looked good at the beginning, so I wanted to drag you back to the den..." He suddenly raised his head in surprise, "Honey, we haven't been here yet. I did it in my den."

Richer was stunned for a long time before he understood the meaning of "do".

"Shame on you!" He blushed and grabbed a pillow and threw it on his head, "Go away."

"My courtship period hasn't passed yet," he rubbed his head against Richel's waist, "you are my partner, you can't be so cruel."

"Are you an animal? There is such a thing?" Richel terrified.

Adrian's tentacles were ready to move.

"You scumbag octopus!" Richel kicked the tentacles away, "I knew you had no good intentions, and you would have thought of saving me back then."

It turned out that it was driven by animal instinct, but in the end he was deceived and deceived.

He was so wronged that he wanted to cry.

"I didn't do it on purpose, no, I did it on purpose to save you, and it's also a little bit because of kindness..." The octopus couldn't explain clearly, and wished that all eight legs could be replaced with mouths.

He simply said miserably: "Honey, think about it, a poor devil, his courtship period has come, and he has been wandering all over the world for more than ten years, and finally found one, dragged back to the nest, only to find out You are my sacrifice, if you touch it, the contract will be broken."

"Then what's going on with us now?" Richel wished he could kick him out of the bed, the octopus tentacles were coiled on the bed post, with his little strength, even the massage was not enough.

"If you like me, free love is not within the scope of the contract." Adrian grabbed his ankle and pinched his round toes, and said a little strangely, "However, it is also because you don't have my summoning mark on your forehead, so I Mistake."

"Mark?" He touched his forehead, as if the octopus scratched something on his forehead at that time.

"I made one up." He kissed Licher's smooth forehead, with a look of begging for praise, and a little apologetic, "Maybe because there are too many sacrifices, I missed you and made you live so badly all these years." It's hard, I'm really sorry."

So when Richel was in danger again, he showed up directly. Unexpectedly, this sacrificial offering was good-looking, the dishes were even better, and his personality was quite good. Everything was a good point to poke his heart. It would be a pity not to be a partner. up.

"It's too late." Richel was a little depressed. The original owner was in that dilapidated house, suffering from hunger and cold, and had to endure blackmail from the rascal Pien. In the end, he could only die of illness alone in the dark and smelly slums.

"It's not too late, we still have a lot of time together."

Adrian looked at him tenderly, his voice was like the lure of a poisonous snake in the Garden of Eden, whispering in his ears, his warm breath brushed his cheeks, and there was tenderness in his eyes that couldn't be melted away.

Richer's head gradually emptied, and only him remained in his eyes and ears.

"Together forever." Adrian threw him down, put his hands on top of his head, and pressed him against it.