Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 586 Rose Festival 15
Through the control of drugs and temperature, the time of appearance of corpse spots can be artificially disturbed, so as to achieve the purpose of confusing the timeline.

He Xiaoman was a little irritable, this task made her feel like a tiger eating a hedgehog—nowhere to go.

She also believed that Yan Binghuan was an NPC before, but if he was killed by Yang Duanduan, then it can only be said that this guy is a player who is very good at disguising himself, but it is a pity that being good at disguising may not make it to the end.

Yan Binghuan and Yang Duanduan belonged to the same kind of people who went against the grain. In order to avoid causing trouble to others, ordinary players were cautious and never made any moves until they understood the rules of the game.

But the two of them are just the opposite. Once they analyze the pros and cons, they will act decisively and seize the opportunity.

A reckless flower delivery, a careless flower reception, in fact, they must have known something before doing this, and they definitely did not do this to make themselves out of the situation first.

The current result must be caused by some deviation in the middle.

No matter how much the two of them developed their brains, they couldn't figure out what happened to the accident, which caused the two to die and go crazy. Of course, Yang Duanduan may also be pretending.

The news that Feng Che brought to He Xiaoman was that he went to the other end of the long street after accompanying that person to bandage the wound, and saw the guidepost with his own eyes.

"The side of the guidepost facing the town says Rose Town, but on the back it says Bajiazi. Could it be that the predecessor of Rose Town was called Bajiazi? Or is the village on the other side of the long street called Bajiazi? "

"Didn't you inquire about the homestay you stayed in?" He Xiaoman asked.

"If I can ask, do I need to discuss it with you? When I ask them, they say that the monument has been standing there since ancient times, and they don't know why."

Feng Che actually asked the owner and the boy of the two shops, and the answers were basically unanimous.

This is how it has been passed down from the ancestors. As for why one side is red and the other is white, people will answer you for the same reason. How can there be so many reasons?Why is your surname Feng?Why do you have a chirp?
Feng Che's face turned green with shit.

Invite neighbors to eat Sichuan food - spicy next door!
Facing He Xiaoman, who was very thirsty for knowledge, he really wanted to throw those questions at her and slap her in the face. After thinking about it, he might as well forget it, after all, he was still counting on others to give him some water every day.

"I also discovered a secret, which is...not a secret, that is, the owners of these shops are all ordinary-looking old people, and all the part-time workers are young people with good looks, some from locals and some from other places. That is, we visited two rose manors in total, but we didn’t see a rose queen.”

Feng Che ate the crispy noodles very bluntly with a "click, click", and drank a sip of water to go down when he felt too choked.

Hearing He Xiaoman's words, his face suddenly sank.

"Damn it, I just said that something is wrong! The homestay where I live has a manor of about seven or eight acres. Yellow roses, pink roses, and red roses are planted everywhere. It's just a fucking rose. The queen can't even see it!"

He Xiaoman saw that Feng Che was eating like a hamster, and suddenly realized that this person was not too annoying when he was not intentionally pretending to be gentle and affectionate.

"Eating this kind of noodles makes you choke, right?"

"Do you want to eat it? If you don't eat it, you will return it to the master. In two days, you won't even have to eat crispy noodles." Feng Che rolled his eyes, wanting to smash the crispy noodles that He Xiaoman pinched into a QR code. Grab it back.

"What kind of noodles do you want to eat most now?"

Seeing her serious look, Feng Che suddenly seemed to understand something: "Brother can eat whatever noodles he wants?"

Hehe, how realistic, before, he was a master, but now he will be directly descended to become a brother.

He Xiaoman nodded.

"Don't tell me that you got the highest prize in the novice lottery." Feng Che's eyes lit up.

He Xiaoman asked: "What is the highest reward?"

"Pocket restaurant, I heard that it doesn't need any raw materials and is not subject to any restrictions. As long as there are processed meals in your festival world, the portable restaurant can make them. So far, I have heard of two people Get this reward."

As the number of tasks continued to increase, He Xiaoman became more and more aware of the benefits of the skill "I'll give you something to eat." It turns out that there is a sky beyond the sky, and this portable restaurant is simply a plus version of his own rewards. I just don't know if there is a portable five-star hotel. That is simply a cheating against the sky.

"I can only make noodles." He Xiaoman was a little dejected.

"Satisfy, I've been eating crispy noodles for two days and now I'm cold. Come, come, give me a bowl of the most delicious noodles."

1 minutes later, Feng Che ate lobster noodles, and He Xiaoman made a bowl of Sita Cold Noodles. It was refreshing, sweet and sour, and was poisoned by the scent of roses for two days. This is what she wants to eat most now.

Feng Che burst into tears of happiness.

"Sister Man, you should have said earlier that there is such an artifact. It makes me starve because of my talent, even though I can rely on my looks. How can you bear it?"

"After you go back to the headquarters, I will protect you."

Feng Che turned on the bragging fork mode while Xilihulu was eating noodles.

He Xiaoman felt that it was all his fault, but if he was given another plate of peanuts, he wouldn't be able to boast like this.

"Tell me, how can you cover me?"

Feng Che was fighting with the two big claws of the lobster, and his mouth was full of the taste of seafood: "Let's put it this way, in the other universe, brother Tiche, the one who wants to kill you will at most injure you, and the one who wants to rob you will at most ask for some money."

Isn't that the same as saying nothing?He Xiao was so angry that he wanted to spit in the noodles, and regretted giving this guy some noodles.

Feng Che carried the bowl and ran so fast that he didn't even spill a drop of soup: "You can spit on me, but you can't spit on the noodles. I can spit on the noodles, but you can't spit on the noodles."

"In order to repay you for this bowl of noodles, I am going to sacrifice my appearance at night to visit Yang Duanduan's boudoir at night. Do you want to visit?"

"……want."

Unexpectedly, after tearing off the disguise in front of everyone, this person turned out to be such a long-winded and cheap thing,

He Xiaoman took a sip of the sweet, sour, spicy and fragrant cold noodle soup: "Why don't you want me to eat the food here?"

"To put it bluntly, it is a kind of miasma poison produced by the long-term mixing of vitality and death. It exists in the food and air here. If you smoke too much and eat too much, you will be poisoned or hallucinogenic. I don't know what will happen. Sure, but it's definitely not a good thing, you take that tea bag with you, it was given to me by the old hater."

In short, when everyone is taking this miasma poison in a fixed amount, if they can take a little less, they will have a little more chance than others.

No wonder.

He Xiaoman has always been disgusted with this smell.

Before leaving, Feng Che told He Xiaoman: "Don't go out anymore, I guess there will be chaos in the daytime tomorrow at the latest, you lock the doors and windows and have a good rest, and wait for Brother Che to come to you at night."

After speaking, he winked and left.

He Xiaoman felt a chill, and felt that this guy should be renamed Fengsao.

(End of this chapter)