I feed on gods

Boom! Boom!

Lin Baici knocked on the door.

After waiting for a few seconds, without hearing the fat house monster speak, Lin Baici pushed the door open and walked in.

There were no lights on in the room, and the fat nerd was piled on the gaming chair like a mountain of flesh, wearing headphones and concentrating on playing games.

Lin Baici walked over and put the figure on the table. When he was hesitating whether to interrupt the fat house monster, the game character controlled by this guy was killed.

"Xiba!"

The fat house monster cursed loudly and slammed the mouse on the table in a ventive manner.

boom!

The mouse is broken.

The fat house monster turned his head angrily and glared at Lin Baici: "What are you doing in here?"

"Give me a figure!"

Lin Baici pursed his lips and motioned the fat house monster to look at the table.

"On a?"

The fat house monster was annoyed: "Get out of here. Come to me after you have found all the figures. If you bother me playing games again, I will twist your head off."

"You take a look at this first."

Lin Baici handed over the original drawing.

The fat geek had suspicious eyes and didn't want to answer it at first, but when his eyes fell on the white paper and saw Jin Meiting's character, his eyes suddenly lit up.

This character is so well drawn!

The fat house monster took it and started to read through it.

call!

In Lin Baici's heart, he breathed a sigh of relief quietly. As long as the fat house monster started to watch, he could guarantee that he would be addicted to it.

After all, after this comic came out, it became the most popular and very popular. It was tested by the market, or in other words, by otakus.

Xia Hongyao thinks this comic is not good to read. That's because she is a girl, and her aesthetic sense and interests are completely different from those of an otaku.

Is the plot important to a fat nerd?

unimportant!

The plot is good, which is the icing on the cake. The most important thing is the style of painting and the characters. To put it bluntly, just looking at the style of painting makes people can’t help but take screenshots and save them, and use them for power generation from time to time.

“Coffee paired with a masterpiece is a wonderful experience!”

Lin Baici took out the thermos cup of coffee and poured a cup for the fat house monster: "Here, have a taste, it's very fragrant!"

The fat house monster waved his hand and refused. He picked up the fat house happy water on the table, raised his head and took a big sip.

belch!

The fat house monster let out a breath and continued reading comics.

"..."

Lin Baici felt uncomfortable. It would be great if this was a bourgeois girl. She would definitely drink coffee instead of coke, but he still had a trick.

Lin Baici took out the cigarette case from his pocket and lit one himself.

In fact, he doesn't smoke, but he is afraid of being rejected by the fat house monster again, so he can only let him smoke secondhand smoke to arouse his craving for cigarettes.

It's a pity that this method is useless.

Ahem!

The fat house monster coughed twice, stretched out his big pig's hooves-like hand, and slapped his nose: "You're choking, go out and smoke it!"

Okay!

He's a fat nerd who doesn't smoke!

Lin Baici couldn't use two of his favorite items in a row, which was really annoying. As for the lover's lipstick?

Regardless of the fat house monster's big, greasy face, as long as the other party was a man, Lin Baici didn't even think about using it.

But this small setback is innocuous, because this comic is so good that the fat otaku is completely immersed in it.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Lin Baici coughed hard twice. He glanced at the fat house monster, and was worried that the other party would become suspicious, but he didn't expect it to happen.

So he sat on the sofa in the room, climbed on the coffee table and continued drawing comics.

…

Xia Hongyao, who had been listening intently and worried, heard a cough coming from the room. He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pressed the plug of the oven into the socket.

Zip!

The electricity flashed and it was connected.

Xia Hongyao confirmed that the lid of the oven was open to the limit, and then pressed the switch.

The temperature in the air began to rise.

After reading the original drawings of the ten chapters, the fat house monster couldn't wait to look at Lin Baici: "Is there more?"

"Here!"

Lin Baici pointed to the eighteen pieces of white paper on the coffee table.

In just a moment, Lin Baici drew another sentence.

"Did you draw this comic?"

The fat man was surprised and looked Lin Baici up and down: "Didn't you realize that you, a greasy-faced boy, are actually a cartoonist?"

Although the vocabulary used was not very good, the attitude of the fat house monster has softened a lot.

As an otaku, it still respects cartoonists very much. After all, the works created by these people are its daily spiritual food.

"What other works have you painted?"

The fat house monster stretched out his big hand and wiped his armpits. For some reason, the air suddenly became hot and his body was covered with smelly sweat.

"This line of work is too complicated and I haven't been able to debut yet!"

Lin Baici sighed.

"That's such a shame. If you publish comics, I will definitely buy a set to support you!"

Fat nerd is good.

"Can you give me some suggestions?"

Lin Baici also felt a little hot, but since he was smeared with savage honey, it wasn't a big problem.

"Draw a little more bitterly!"

The fat geek shook the original drawing in his hand: "The butt must be big, the legs must be long, black stockings, high heels, every detail must be there!"

"..."

Lin Baici looked at the serious expression on the fat house monster's discussion, and gained a new understanding of how obscene this guy was.

Crunch!

The fat geek got down from the gaming chair, swaying from side to side like a moving emperor penguin, walked to Lin Baici, picked up the comics on the coffee table, and started to read.

“Beautiful style!”

The fat house monster praised: "Team leader Jin Meiting is an eternal god!"

After saying that, it stuck out its big tongue and licked it.

"I'm sorry..."

Lin Baici didn't expect the fat house monster to do such a thing, but it was okay.

The more obsessed you are, the smoother your plans will go.

The fat house monster quickly finished reading and looked at Lin Baici eagerly: "Hurry up and draw!"

"I'll try my best!"

Lin Baici was also worried. If this plan failed to defeat the fat house monster, and he would have to fight in the end, his divine power would be wasted on soul sketching.

The fat house monster took two steps and fell down on the sofa.

Crunch! Crunch!

There was an overwhelming sound on the sofa that was piled with clutter.

"It's okay if you can't become a monk. You can live in this apartment with peace of mind and draw this comic for me. You don't have to pay the rent. If you don't have anything to eat, come find me!"

The fat house monster takes care of everything: "If I have something to eat, I can't live without yours!"

For cartoonists, we should be more generous.

"Thank you, landlord!"

Lin Baici smiled and handed the coffee over: "Here, have a taste!"

This time, the fat house monster did not refuse.

He stretched out his fat hand, took it, and took a big sip.

It recognized Lin Baici, which gave it face.

But why is it getting hotter and hotter in this room?

The fat geek grabbed an unwashed vest from the sofa and began to wipe his neck, head and face.

A lot of sweat was pouring out.

The fat man got weird, found the remote control, turned on the air conditioner, set the temperature to the lowest setting, and a cool breeze immediately blew out.

"Damn it, isn't this a taboo thing?"

Lin Baici was worried for a few minutes, and finally felt relieved when the temperature in the room did not drop.

"Why is it so hot?"

The fat house monster walked to the refrigerator, took two bottles of mineral water, carefully unscrewed the caps, and placed one bottle next to Lin Baici.

"You paint slowly, I'll go out and get some fresh air!"

The fat house monster couldn't stand it anymore, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Lin Baici definitely couldn't let the fat house monster get out, otherwise he would suffer a loss, so he quickly found an excuse to stay: "Do you think there is anything that can be improved in the plot?"

Lin Baici humbly asked for advice.

The fat house monster was obviously a good master, and he immediately began to express his opinion: "A few more female characters will give Brother Hao a chance to show his manliness."

"It would be even better if there was another tauren scene!"

The fat house monster kept wiping his sweat.

Not only the room of the fat house monster, but also the entire top floor of 18th floor was heating up rapidly. Especially after the oven was preheated, the temperature flew up to the sky like wings.

In the corridor, the tender meat began to dehydrate, shriveled, and turned burnt brown. The strips of meat hanging from the ceiling like willow branches were smoking, like sausages placed on the grill.

The smell of barbecue began to fill the corridor.

Xia Hongyao huddled at the entrance of the stairs, stretched out his head and looked around. Seeing that the fat house monster had not left the room until now, he felt that this tactic might work.

"Anyway, the painting should be a bit more astringent!"

After the fat house monster finished speaking, he gurgled and drank a few more sips of water. He wiped his sweat and looked at Lin Baici suspiciously: "Aren't you hot?"

"hot!"

Lin Baici also took a sip of water: "But I want to finish this painting quickly and get your comments!"

I have complimented you so much, but you still have the nerve to leave?

The fat house monster was very touched. Its life was a failure. No one had ever looked directly at it. Now that someone valued his opinion so much, it felt respected.

"Don't worry, I will definitely give you the best ideas to help you publish successfully!"

The fat geek walked to the bookshelf, found a book "How to Become a Best-Selling Cartoonist", and started to read it.

He once aspired to become a cartoonist, but failed.

Another seven minutes passed.

boom!

The manuscript paper in front of Lin Baici suddenly burst into flames.

"Hold!"

Lin Baici leaned back suddenly, dumbfounded.

"No, I can't stand it anymore, let's go out and talk!"

The fat house monster took a few books from the bookshelf, held a large bottle of Coke in his arms, and prepared to camp on the grass outside the apartment.

It seems that the only option is to use the trump card.

Lin Baici took out the silicone doll: "When I was looking for a figure just now, I found this. Is it yours?"

The fat house monster took a look and saw that this doll was so exquisitely made.

"be mine!"

The fat house monster is not embarrassed at all. It is the landlord, so everything in the apartment belongs to it, including the lives of the renters.

"oh!"

Lin Baici handed the silicone doll to the fat house monster.

After it catches it, slap it hard on the doll's butt.

Bang bang!

The sound is crisp and clear.

[The life-size replica doll can cry with you and laugh with you. It is the person who understands you best and cares about you the most! 】

[When you hold her, you feel like you are holding the breeze, the stars, the white moonlight, and you have the most beautiful happiness in the world! 】

[You don’t want to be separated from her, generate electricity, and generate electricity until the end of time! 】

Lin Baici looked at the fat house monster. If the silicone doll was useless, then he planned to use it hard.

The fat house monster looked at the baby in his arms obsessively. After about a minute, he looked at Lin Baici, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Can you go out first? I have something to do!"

"do your stuff!"

Lin Baici smiled slightly.

boom!

Lin Baici closed the door of the room considerately, turned around, and saw Xia Hongyao's head exposed at the top of the stairs, so he signed OK.

Done!

yeah!

The high ponytail waved his fist.

Lin Baici rubbed his nose. The meat in the corridor was almost burnt and smelled of paste. He took three steps at a time and rushed to the stairs.

"Just wait now!"

When Lin Baici first saw the silicone doll held by Yijisheng, he had already heard the God's comments about it.

That thing will make a man obsessed, and he will never like a real person again, and he will want to carry it with him no matter how he lives or sleeps.

Spanking it activates rule contamination.

Lin Baici squatted in front of the oven. He had not studied this carefully before.

"I've turned the power up to maximum!"

Xia Hongyao found two paper balls and stuffed her nose.

The smell of burnt fat was getting stronger and sicker.

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

The grease starts to come out.

I don’t know whether it was because there was no one involved in the rule pollution, or because it affected the landlord of Feizhai. Xia Hongyao was clearly ordered for an hour, but fifteen minutes later, there was a ding and the oven stopped.

Lin Baici and Xia Hongyao looked at each other and struggled for another ten minutes.

But after the oven ran for more than ten seconds, it beeped again and shut down automatically.

"Go and call Quan Xiangren and those people up!"

Lin Baici gave the order.

Even if these people are not good at fighting, as long as they are around, they can share the firepower.

"Um!"

Gao Ponytail responded and prepared to go, but Quan Xiangren and the others had already run up.

"Lin Shen, you are so awesome!"

Huang Jinxiang shouted, and they found that the time on the barcode on his face had frozen, which meant that the monster should be killed.

"The monster may not die!"

Lin Baici was not so optimistic and put away the oven: "Let's go and check the body!"

Everyone stepped into the 18th floor again. The meat in the corridor had been carbonized, was black, and exuded a strange smell.

Lin Baici opened the door and saw the fat house monster crawling on the bed at first sight, with a silicone doll pressed under him.

"Xiba!"

Jin Zhenzhu took one look and felt so sick that he felt like vomiting.

The silicone doll was still intact, but the fat house monster had been burned into the shape of charcoal. His whole body was pitch black, and wisps of heat and black smoke were rising from his body.

Throughout the house, there was the smell of burning fat, the smell of melting plastic, and the smell of burnt leather on sofas, tables and chairs...,

Mixed together, it's like a poison gas bomb.

vomit!

Hua Yueyu vomited.

"Go check the body!"

Lin Baici ordered: "Look for a ticket!"

Huang Jinxiang, who was from Kyushu and had the same nationality as Lin Baici, urged Quan Xianren: "Go quickly!"

Hua Yueyu and the others definitely couldn't do this kind of work.

Quan Sangren is also sensible, but there are people in this temporary team who he can oppress: "Cha Zhengshuo, why are you standing there? Go check the body!"

The handsome guy in the trench coat shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the single bed.

"Probably dead!"

Che Zhengshuo took a few glances at the body and began to look for the loot.

Upon seeing this, Quan Xiangren and the other two men went over immediately.

I can finally go to bed early today, good night everyone!