My Iyashikei Game Chapter 240: Number 8

“Notification for Player 0000! Friendliness level with Xu Qin increases by 1! Great minds think alike, your relationship is now closer.” When this notification appeared in Han Fei’s mind, he knew that Xu Qin was plotting the same thing he did. “Sis, you’re considering that too, aren’t you?” Xu Qin put away her glinting table knives and glanced at Han Fei’s injured arm. Then she said softly, “We still have time.”

With Xu Qin leading the way, they left the 3rd floor, passed through many empty rooms and returned to the first floor. All the rooms had been made to connect with each other but some of the rooms were death traps. A careless move and you’d die. “You guys better rest here for now. I’ll go find you some food and medicine.” Xu Qin turned into a kitchen, which was apparently the room she had taken for herself at the House of the Butcher.

Few minutes later, the delectable smell of meat drifted out from the kitchen. Han Fei’s nose had been tortured by the nasty smell of putrefaction since he entered Cattle Alley. The delicious smell of food brought him to heaven. “The freshness of ingredients determines the deliciousness of food, unfortunately I do not have many fresh ingredients here.” Xu Qin walked out from the kitchen carrying an iron basin. Her eyes were red, her fingers tapered and pale, her red skirt still dripping with blood. When a normal person saw a scene like this, they would turn and run lest they were made to join the food inside the basin. Han Fei though smiled brightly. He sat at the dining table obediently. Seeing the basin of meat, his mouth watered.

With extremely high points in luck, plus the curse resistance to meat and cold steel brought upon by Midnight Butcher meant that Han Fei could enjoy Xu Qin’s food without worry. The thick meat stew inside the basin emitted a delicious fragrance. Using his free right hand, Han Fei quickly dug in.

Seeing how gratified Han Fei was wolfing down the food, Weep licked his lips, and took a bite of the meat out of curiosity. Weep was still in essence a child

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