Chapter 415: Deep Mansion (Part 3)
After Manager Liu finished speaking, he pointed to the location of the washroom, then stood up and left leisurely.
"Do I still need to take a shower? Can I not?" After the person left, Tian Guihua crossed her arms, looking very reluctant.
After all, in the dungeon world, the bathroom is also considered a high-risk area, especially when she saw the minced meat crawling out of the shower in the hotel bathroom last time, she trembled all over.
Darya from the Russian Federation reached out and patted her shoulder, reminding her, "That steward Liu doesn't look like a living person. He wants us to wash. If we don't, we might face his harassment and give him the opportunity to hurt us."
Indeed, and this copy is different from the previous ones. There are no clear rules to constrain their behavior. The only thing they can do is to obey as much as possible...
Seeing her wimpy expression, Yu Huo stopped caring about ladies first and stood up and said, "If you don't mind, we men will go to the bathroom first to help you find the way."
Tian Guihua was touched: "Husband! Why are you so nice?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining foreigners looked over in unison, their faces filled with horror: "Are you... a couple?"
Yu Huo shook his head.
Tian Guihua also shook her head.
Dalia was speechless and asked, "Then why do you call me husband?"
Tian Guihua said innocently: "His ID is just called husband!"
Yu Huo quickly added: "My ID is for ladies only."
The men present: “…”
(Thank you, this ID is so outrageous that we men usually can't open our mouths.)
——Another day created by Brother Lang’s ID.
——What does he think?
——Maybe handsome people have different brain circuits?
——Tsk, too wild~
Here, except for Yu Huo, the other three men were not very willing to explore the way, but they had no choice.
After all, they were in front of three beautiful girls, so they couldn't say anything to refute. Secondly, because they didn't know what others were thinking, they couldn't resist passively, for fear that in the end they would lose more than they gained and only be left with nothing.
Otherwise wouldn't it be more dangerous?
In this way, they dawdled until they reached the door of the bathroom.
The washroom is located at the innermost part of the back house. Because it is not exposed to sunlight, the moment the door is opened, a damp and musty smell hits you in the face and goes straight to the top of your head.
Everyone couldn't help but shudder and stood at the door with disgust on their faces.
Yu Huo also covered his mouth and nose immediately, then walked to the stove in the corner, picked up the dry firewood on the ground, and planned to boil some water.
"Who has a lighter?"
Yu Huo looked back at the remaining three men with a questioning look in his eyes.
Simpson from Country Y slowly took out a windproof lighter from the space package and handed it over.
Yu Huo took it and said with a smile, "Thank you."
Simpson shrugged, turned his head to glance at the Indian man and the island man on the other side of the room, with a look of consideration in his eyes, and then squatted decisively beside Yu Huo: "My name is Simpson."
Yu Huo heard the other party's obvious gesture of goodwill and said perfunctorily, "Hello."
Simpson was not defeated by his indifference. Looking at the flames gradually burning in the stove, he asked again: "What should I call you?"
Yu Huo clapped his hands, stood up, and slowly glanced at Simpson.
The other person has very fair skin and a pair of brown eyes that seem to have a misty quality, which is particularly in line with the aesthetic of Oriental people.
At least it was pleasing to his eyes, and he couldn't help but smile: "I'm only talking about ladies, not you."
Simpson was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
Yu Huo blinked, and a strange charm appeared in those cold eyes, as if they had hooks.
"You can also call me... 'husband'."
Simpson looked up at the young man who was looking down at him condescendingly, and felt as if his face was burning with fire.
——Here it comes again!
——Brother Lang, why flirt if you don’t marry me~
——(Brother Lang: So what?)
—Hahahaha, stop it! I’m dying of laughter!
——Friendly reminder, the person upstairs, you died a long time ago.
While the water was boiling, Alhan from India and Kurikano from the island country brought out the only two bathtubs in the house and washed them.
The big tub for bathing was heavy and dirty, as if it had not been used for a long time, and the water that poured out was black.
Alhan was panting with exhaustion and couldn't help but complain: "China is so poor. There's not even a shower."
Kurikano rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Brother, if you compare your current Tianzhu with ancient China, you are really promising."
Arhan retorted, "Even if it's bigger than what we have now in India, we're not afraid. We are the most populous country in the world, and it's only a matter of time before our status surpasses China."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huo turned his gaze away from the handsome boy from Country Y and stared directly at Arhan, chuckling, "Ah, right, right, you are the most populous country, yet you didn't even win a single gold medal in the Olympics."
—Pfft! Brother Lang’s mouth is truly… murderous! Hahahaha!
——They brag about their large population every day. But India has such a huge gap between the rich and the poor, and the caste system restricts development. Where does they get the confidence to surpass others?
——The water of the Ganges is magical. Drinking enough of it will give you a feeling of confidence, and the more you drink, the more inflated this feeling becomes.
—Really? I watched the Olympics, too, and I really don’t understand…
——Please understand, launching rockets is like throwing firecrackers. Unreliability is engraved in the DNA of this race.
"Hahaha..." Kurikano covered his stomach and looked at Alhan with mockery in his eyes.
The next second, Yu Huo said again: "What are you grinning at, little devil? Did you drink too much nuclear wastewater?"
Kurikano's laughter stopped abruptly, and he and Alhan glared at him, clenching their fists as if they were ready to fight.
Simpson looked at the burly Alhan, then at the tall and strong Kurikano, and quickly stood up and stepped forward to smooth things over.
"Alright, alright, stop making fun of each other. So many people from India can't win Olympic gold medals, just like how China has won so many gold medals but can't play football. Can you all understand each other? We're still in a dangerous place like the live broadcast room. A little peace."
When it comes to football, Alhan and Kurikano seemed to have found a balance and were no longer angry.
An impending fight was averted, and Simpson couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, a look of satisfaction on his face.
The next second, his arm was suddenly touched lightly by someone.
Simpson looked back and saw the young man staring at him expressionlessly. He opened his lips slightly and said, "Peaceful? Your country Y has declared bankruptcy, and you can still maintain peace? You're really patient~"
Simpson: "......?"
——This is a master. If you can’t defeat him, try another approach.
——I knew that I could learn real things from watching live broadcasts, right?
——Brother Lang really attacks everyone indiscriminately.
——(Lang Ge: No, I am now beginning to hate all of you equally!)
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