Octopus Online Feeding Guide

The two rows of thick-walled stone houses looked like giant beasts. On the street in the middle, there was only a solitary figure, slender and slender by the moonlight, walking slowly.

At some point, another shadow was superimposed on the end of that figure. Seeing him, he rushed forward and rushed to his side.

Richel stopped in his tracks.

Adrian held his hand, anxious and distressed, "Are you okay? You are injured! Where does it hurt? Hold on, let's go buy medicine."

Listening to his rapid breathing, Richel pushed him away indifferently, "Go away."

"Don't lose your temper, you need treatment." Adrian hugged him involuntarily.

Richel struggled violently, wanting to break free from his hand, suddenly covered his stomach, and arched his back uncomfortably.

Adrian didn't dare to touch him anymore, and kept pacing in front of his eyes, "Honey, let's go to the treatment first, shall we?"

"Who is your darling, your darling is dead." Richer's facial features were wrinkled into balls, enduring the convulsions of internal organs.

It hurts everywhere, and I don't know which internal organs were injured by Valais.

"Don't be angry." Adrian raised his hands and eight feet in the air, wanting to touch them but not daring to touch them.

"What's wrong with being angry? Let me ask you, where did you go yesterday afternoon?" Richel's angry voice stabbed at him coldly, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

"I'm going to the elves..."

"Where have you been?" He asked sonorously and forcefully, his mouth flattened, his face could no longer be tense, and tears burst down the embankment.

"Richer..."

"Why did you come here." He choked up, "Do you know that I'm so scared."

Adrian had a sore nose and hugged him gently, "I know."

As if specifically wanting him to be sad and guilty, Richel cried even louder, venting out all the suspense, despair, anxiety, and fear in his heart.

"I'm afraid you don't know."

"It's all right, let's go to treat the wound."

"I'm so scared."

"I will kill them all and avenge you."

"I'm so scared, Adrian..." Richel clutched his clothes tightly, crying heartbreakingly.

"You said you would protect me."

"I'm sorry." His arms and legs slowly wrapped his whole body, Adrian's lips touched his cold and wet cheek lightly, and confessed, "I didn't do it."

"Adrian, I'm so scared..."

The wrists and feet gave people enough sense of security, and the crying of the person in his arms gradually became smaller.

"Adrian...don't go." Richel begged repeatedly with a strong nasal voice, choked up, "don't go."

The heart of the octopus is about to break, "I won't leave, I promise, if you quarrel in the future, you will beat me and scold me, and I will definitely not leave."

"Don't go, I'm so scared." He was crying out of breath, Adrian patted his back to comfort him, while carefully wiping away his tears, his heart also twitched.

"The skin is so rough." Richel leaned in his arms, avoiding his fingertips, and grabbed a wrist to wipe away tears.

"I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten in the afternoon or evening." Wiping away his tears, he flattened his mouth aggrievedly, and held onto his wrist without letting go.

"Go to the doctor first." Adrian carefully protected him, for fear that he would be stupefied from crying and knock somewhere accidentally.

"Eat first, I want to go home."

The octopus compromised, "Okay, let's go back and make you custard."

"How can you eat what you make?" Richel said with disgust.

"I've been by your side for so long, and I still know how to do such a simple thing." He wrapped his arms around his waist, protected him in his arms, and hurried to the restaurant.

"If it doesn't taste good, I'll eat your octopus feet."

"Okay, I can't make you hungry anyway..."

When Richel opened his eyes again, there was a nasty gap in the scarlet curtain, which was right in front of his eyes, and the sunlight was very dazzling.

He closed his eyes, turned his head to one side, and moved his hands, only to find that he was entangled in something soft and slippery.

"Don't move around." Adrian said in a deep sleepy voice, reaching out to pat him.

A few seconds later, Richel saw the person beside him sitting up straight.

"Is it pressed enough? Does it hurt?"

Richel shook his head and felt it, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Adrian rubbed his face, looking at him as if he was looking at a handful of brittle foam, "You still have to be careful, you don't know, when you arrived at the restaurant yesterday, you passed out and frightened everyone, Yi Gener poured several bottles of medicine down for you, and your breathing stabilized."

"No wonder there's a weird smell of mud in your mouth." Richel smacked his mouth twice, disgusted, "Come closer, I'll smell it for you too."

He opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily at him.

Adrian didn't believe it, so he brought his nose closer, "Nonsense, the drink you drank yesterday was made of medicinal herbs, and also added the juice and pollen of praying flowers. It's sweet and has a refreshing smell. I smell it..."

The lower lip was bitten lightly by Richel's blunt teeth, and it was also rubbed badly, like the itching left behind by static electricity.

Adrian's lips parted, hissed, and his tongue curled his teeth, "Are you a mole beast, you either gnaw on me or grind your teeth on me every day."

Richel was very satisfied with the teeth marks on his mouth, "Your skin is thicker, soft and tough, chewy, and you want to bite when you are hungry."

Before the last words could be uttered, Adrian blocked them back into his stomach.

The wrists and feet that fixed the hands and feet gradually tightened, entwined, and meandered upwards, like a lost child, constantly testing, tasting, and finally, in the dense forest at the end of the two long peaks, I found the treasure I was looking for, wrapped it up, and tightened it.

"You..." Richel blushed, unable to speak.

The other wrapped around his ankle, the toe slid across the sole of his foot, and the sucker sucked a mouthful of his little toe.

Richel trembled, his toes curled up, itching from the bottom of his feet all the way to the top of his head.His white fingers penetrated into the bright red throbbing broken hair, and it was difficult to tighten it, his whole body was so soft that he could only let him do whatever he wanted.

When his brain came back to his senses, Richel turned over, blushed and pulled over the quilt that had fallen aside a long time ago.

Adrian blocked his movements with one arm, "Cover the quilt, how do I clean it?"

"That's it... that's it, go to sleep."

"That's right. You're sick. Take a good rest today. I'll ask Jacob to cook for you." Adrian speeded up cleaning up, and leaned over to kiss his bleeding earlobe.

Richel took out the pillow under his head and pressed it against his head, "So you still remember that I was sick, who said you should be careful just now!"

"You said it's ready." Adrian was a little innocent, and his aggrieved voice came from the pillow, "I didn't even go in, I was already very careful."

He tore off the pillow, his eyes sparkled, and he poked tentatively with his wrist and toe, "Or, in fact, you also want to..."

"Hurry up and go." Richel shrank his whole body into the quilt.

"Honey, you are always so ruthless." Adrian shook his head, then turned to hook his clothes.

Suddenly, a warm and trembling body was pressed against his back.

Adrian raised his eyebrows, then lowered them, and sighed silently.

He hugged the person behind him back, and the emerald green light turned into water, comforting him, "I won't leave."

How could he be willing.

"That's right." Adrian let go, and took out a bunch of grass with roots from nowhere.

"The earthy smell you smell should be this." He held them up in front of him as if taking credit, "I miss you no matter where I go."

"Where is it?"

"It's grown in the forest of elves. It smells good. As soon as I opened my mouth, they rushed to dig it out and gave it to me." Adrian gave him the grass.

Wrapped in the quilt, Richel sniffed it. It smelled like lemon, which was even more bitter. He looked at the leaves again and became excited, "This is lemon balm."

"Is it useful? What can I eat?" This is the key.

"I don't have much research on Western food, so I need to ask the chef here for which dishes to put in. But before chatting with the gardener's house diagonally opposite, he has this kind of flowers and plants in his yard, and he proudly showed me this kind of food. Grass can attract bee colonies, he has beekeeping himself, and has sold grass to many nobles and monasteries, a plant is very valuable.”

He picked up another one, more excited, "This is oregano, you smell it, it's really charming, it has a pungent taste similar to pepper, and it's almost suspicious to replace it with this; and this one, it's cumin..."

When talking about these things, Richel couldn't sit still at all, "Usually these spice plants are in the hands of flower and herb merchants, and they are very expensive to sell, we can bear it if we eat them ourselves, but it is very difficult to supply them to customers. In the future, we will grow it ourselves, and grow a large area, whether it is made into vegetables to sell or sold spices alone, it will be very profitable."

"You told me earlier, I asked them for it, those flower dealers must..." Adrian saw him start to put on clothes, his face turned cold, "What are you doing, lie down and rest."

"I'm going to find out how to grow these grasses. If one dies, my heart will bleed."

"I'm afraid they'll die, so I'll wait until spring to plant them again. I'll take care of my body these few days." Adrian easily pushed the man back to the bed, and tidied up the plants. His neck was suddenly hooked from behind.

"Adrian—" Richel's two slender legs encircled his waist, and his voice dragged on.

The octopus' ears trembled, and it blushed suspiciously, "Don't bark."

Sure enough, the people behind him stopped screaming, but their hands and feet began to be restless.

Adrian tore off the hands on his chest, grasped and kneaded slowly, his eyes sank, and he said with a playful smile: "Honey, should we do what we didn't finish just because I love your body?"

Richer immediately let go of him, and pulled his hand back angrily, not giving him any advantage.

Adrian hooked the quilt over, covered him tightly, leaned over and said, "It's okay, try a few more times, and if I die, I'll go to the forest of elves to get it."

"Don't steal from others." Richel rubbed the soft pillow with a soft voice.

"Promise not."

He has always liked others to swallow their anger and offer it unsolicited.