Fan Xiangyi's words sounded like an inquiry, but his tone was not so polite.
Obviously, he and Suyak didn't deal with each other. However, Fan Xiangyi did not deal with almost all the bosses in the horror game world that Fu Yan had seen, so it was not surprising that Fu Yan was facing Suyake with his face now.
Suyak shouldn't like to see him either. He sneered and said in a cold voice: "Aren't you resting? After all, my honorable guests have come all the way and are tired. If you don't rest well, I'm very frightened."
"Where to rest isn't a rest?" Fan Xiangyi seemed to have no idea the meaning of "chasing people" in his words, or he was deliberately doing it, and he pulled out the chair and sat down.
Originally, Fu Yan and Suyake were sitting face to face, but Fan Xiangyi was sitting like this, which seemed to separate the two. Suyake squinted his eyes, and rubbed the handle of the teacup with his hand on the table, but he didn't do more, just said coldly, "The housekeeper didn't prepare the third person's refreshments."
He almost didn't say it directly." I don't have your seat anymore." I just regret that I didn't remove the extra chairs before.
"Why, are you going to go bankrupt? Can't afford a cup of tea?" Fan Xiangyi would not be hurt by such innocuous words, so he scolded Suyake and looked at Fu Yan, "Put it in front of you. So many, why don't you eat?"
Fu Yan couldn't answer. I can't say that this is all from Suyak, because it was too sweet, so I only ate one, right?
Fan Xiang glanced at him and rolled his eyes but didn't answer. Guessing that he was not easy to answer, he didn't ask any further questions. He just reached out and took a macaron and stuffed it into his mouth. He is tall and tall, and it only takes one or two bites to eat small snacks. After eating, he commented: "It's too sweet, no wonder you don't like it."
Fu Yan was a little surprised that he knew his own taste, but after thinking about it, he felt reasonable. among.
When Fu Yan was eating, although Fan Xiangyi seldom ate together, he often watched from the side. If he had the heart to read and write more, he probably knew Fu Yan's taste.
With their familiar appearance, Suyake didn't even ask "So you know each other", but just said coldly to Fan Xiangyi, "Are you polite?"
"He doesn't eat it, nor does he object, why can't he eat it?" Fan Xiangyi replied, "But I don't want to eat the second one. It's too sweet, and I don't like it either."
His attitude was really arrogant, Fu Yan said. When I listened to it, I felt that he owed a fight, not to mention Suyake? Suyake's green eyes narrowed, and Fu Yan felt that the ceramic tableware on the whole table jumped.
But when he took a closer look, everything returned to normal, as if the "clang" just now was an illusion. Turning his eyes again, Fu Yan realized that Fan Xiangyi's hand was also on the table at some point. His posture seemed casual and his demeanor was normal, but Fu Yan somehow felt that he should have done something just now.
Fu Yan: ... Don't try to do it, there is a mortal player here, do you remember the two bosses?
Once again, Fu Yan regretted agreeing to Suyak's invitation to afternoon tea just now.
In the end, there was no news, and I just went to ask Suyake, and now I have to be forced to watch the big guys fight.
Just when Fu Yan was thinking about what excuse to use to get away first, Suyake suddenly stopped confronting Fan Xiangyi, and just looked at Fu Yan: "Sorry, I didn't know your taste in advance."
"...It's okay, I used to I've never eaten such a dessert before, so I've learned a lot." Fu Yan saw the two big bosses looking over at the same time, and felt his heart tremble for a while, as if the two of them would fight or not depends on a certain sentence of their own. words, like a word. Fu Yan thought about it for a while, but decided to play stupid and say something in line with the "heir candidate" line: "Thank you for your generosity."
He stood up and tried to escape: "You and your friend have something to talk about, I won't disturb you..."
Suyak stood up immediately, leaned over the table, and grabbed Fu Yan's wrist: "I didn't entertain you well, which made you unhappy? I just don't understand, you can just say you What do you like?"
Fu Yan felt goosebumps. If you change the face control, you may be happy or fall in the face of such a grand, affectionate and handsome rich man. However, Fu Yan, who is now in this position, just wants to retreat at the speed of light.
What's even weirder is that he can actually guess the reason why Suyak is feeling annoyed now. After all, Fu Yan was already a ghost when he met Fan Xiangyi in his previous life, and he hadn't eaten since then. If Suyak only met the past life after Fan Xiangyi, then even if he followed the past life as STK for a long time, it is impossible to know what taste Fu Yan liked in the past life.
Taking a step back, even if there is a taste in the past life, it may not be the same as the current Fu Yan.
Fu Yan even suspected that if Suyak found out that he was different from his previous life in every way, that he was a brand new person that he didn't know... wouldn't it stimulate this guy crazy?
In view of these conjectures, Fu Yan escaped even more. He took out his skills to deal with leaders at work, and without irritating Suyak, he replied in a circle: "Of course I'm very happy to have your hospitality. It's just that I seem a little uncomfortable with the smell of these roses. Ying, I feel dizzy after staying for a long time, it may be because I was too exhausted on the way here... Please allow me to step back first and go back to rest for a while." The
three "people" were present, and the person who spoke the most in line with the human character was actually Salted fish player Fu Yan, this scene is enough. Suyak didn't know if he was confused by his long list of remarks, or if he really cared about him, or even for some other reason. In short, Suyake was silent for two seconds, and finally let go of Fu Yan and said, "Then you go to rest first, see you at dinner."
"Okay." Fu Yan was relieved after hearing him let go, and smiled at him. "Then, see you at dinner, Duke Federer."
He turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Suyak say, "Wait."
"Yes?"
"What do you want to eat tonight, tell the steward. Suyak's blue eyes looked at him deeply, and instructed, "Don't force yourself."
"Thank you for your generosity." Fu Yan replied with a polite wording, and finally slipped away.
Suyak kept staring at his back, and Fan Xiangyi kept staring at Suyak. It seemed that once Suyak made any move, Fan Xiangyi would immediately hold him down. But until Fu Yan entered the castle, Suyak didn't move. Instead, he looked at Fan Xiangyi with a sneer: "At the beginning, he fled from you so desperately, and now you still want to pretend to know him and get close to him? Don't you think it's funny?"
Although Fan Xiangyi was sitting, his aura didn't drop, he picked up a piece of dessert and tossed it to play: "Really? You used to chase after him to greet him, send east and west, how much did he want to see you? As for now... at least I know him a little bit better than you."
"Do whatever you want." Suyak glanced at the table, and all the refreshments on it disappeared, including the one that Fan Xiangyi was playing with, "Anyway, he didn't Any soul is handed over to you for safekeeping, but given to me. This shows that I am more credible than you in his heart."
This was a thorn in Fan Xiangyi's heart, and he couldn't help but sneer at him when he heard the words: "For him You are not the only one in charge, what do you have to look up to yourself."
"Without you, I am worthy of my happiness." Suyak rake his blond hair, his pale face matched the faint traces on his face. The smile is very beautiful and very strange. He looked down at Fan Xiangyi condescendingly, and sneered: "When he takes back all his soul, he will take back all his memories, and then he will remember the reason for escaping from you. Everything you are doing now is in vain!
" "..." Fan Xiangyi stood up silently.
Suyak sneered: "Why, want to do it?"
"Idiot."
Fan Xiangyi dropped the word and disappeared suddenly.
***
Fu Yan said he wanted to go back to his room to rest, but since no one cared about him, he walked around quietly.
He went to the small living room, the art hall, and some halls that he didn't know what to do. There were gorgeous and exquisite furnishings everywhere, and even the paintings were very tasteful. Fu Yan didn't know much about antiques or the art of this era, so he only summed up two points. First, most of these paintings are landscapes and still lifes, with few figures and even fewer portraits with individual characteristics; second, there are no strange signs, religious symbols and the like, nothing to do with "devils". related clues.
——It seems that the only suspicious point at present is the white shadow on the tower.
But Fu Yan turned around, not to mention the stairs to the tower, he didn't even see the stairs to the third floor. And the doors of many rooms were closed, so Fu Yan didn't dare to open the door openly and rush in, maybe there was a stairwell behind these closed doors.
At one point he went too far and ran into a maid who was pushing a dining cart. The maid was a little old and still very strong, and looked at him with a wary expression: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
"Uh, I am one of the candidates for succession invited by Duke Federer..." Fu Yan said, "I entered the castle from the back garden and wanted to go upstairs to go back to my room. I found a nearby staircase and went up. I thought I could go back around, but I didn't expect to get lost more and more...
" Pseudo, the maid believed it and pointed him in the direction: "The second floors on both sides are not connected. You have to go back from this road, go downstairs along the original road, and then go up the stairs you know."
"Okay, Thank you." Fu Yan nodded and turned to leave. But after he turned the corner in the corridor, he didn't leave immediately, but quietly probed into the maid's movements.
The maid pushed the car to a door at the end of the corridor, took out the key, opened the door, and locked it with a click after entering.
Fu Yan turned his head and left.
***
Five minutes to seven, seven heirs plus Kane's wife were taken to a restaurant by the butler.
This restaurant is not the same one that had afternoon tea before. Fu Yan listened to other people's comments, and found that they pointed out a few people, and they were not very calm during afternoon tea.
One is Wang Zaiqing, who came here once during afternoon tea. He asked a circle of other people, censorship-like, and not very polite, leading Kane's wife to call him a "hillbilly." After he asked around, he went straight out.
Another woman also likes to ask people questions during afternoon tea. However, her questioning was of a chat nature, and she was very skillful, and she still had a lively chat with the youngest girl.
In addition, there was a young man in his twenties who had never been to a restaurant where afternoon tea was served. I don't know if he went elsewhere or stayed in his room.
And these three people, plus Fu Yan, all have Asian faces. In such a setting of a horror story with an ancient Western background, four candidates for the duke heir with Asian faces appeared. Fu Yan felt that the range of players could basically be determined.
This is for fear that players will not be able to tell who the opponent is.
When everyone arrived at the restaurant, the butler assigned them seats one by one. Fu Yan's position is the closest to one of them. When he sat down, he saw that tableware was already set on the seat at the other end of the table.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Suyake and Fan Xiangyi entered the restaurant almost side by side.
Seeing Fu Yan, Suyak smiled slightly. Fan Xiang frowned when he saw Fu Yan's position.
Fu Yan: Okay, just looking at their expressions, I know who is sitting next to me.
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