Chapter 857

But Zhou Wenli was panicking.

Not long after, Jiang Zhao kicked the door down.

The sound of the door hitting the ground still frightened Zhou Wenli's heart. He noticed that the young landlord did not move, and he dared not breathe too loudly.

In fact, if Zhou Wenli could see Jiang Zhao, he would find that he was holding a notebook and writing.

This is an account book. Jiang Zhao put the damage of the two doors on Zhou Wenli's head.

As a qualified landlord of the nine buildings, he naturally had to remember the account clearly.

In order to catch Zhou Wenli, he destroyed two doors, and he felt that there was nothing wrong with putting the account on the other party. Anyway, Zhou Wenli owed him a lot, and these two doors were not a big deal.

Putting away the notebook, Jiang Zhao dragged the huge axe to the position of the closet, and the axe dragged sparks on the ground.

Zhou Wenli heard the friction sound getting closer and closer, and cold sweat began to appear on his pale cheeks.

"Found you."

There was only a closet door between them. Jiang Zhao's voice was very calm, but it put a lot of pressure on Zhou Wenli.

"Come out by yourself?"

"Or do you want me to help you split the closet door open?" Jiang Zhao stood casually outside the closet door, one hand on the axe handle, looking lazy and not at all fierce.

Zhou Wenli thought he was even more terrifying.

Hearing Jiang Zhao about to raise the axe, Zhou Wenli shouted anxiously: "No, I'll come out by myself!"

He was really afraid that the other party would chop him down with an axe and he and the closet would be split in half.

While shouting, Zhou Wenli also pushed the closet door open with force.

Standing outside was Jiang Zhao, who was dressed casually and looked leisurely, holding an axe in his hand. The axe was very big, but he was holding it easily. Hiding in the closet was Zhou Wenli, who was soaked and his lips were a little blue from fear. He was shaking all over, holding onto one side of the closet with his hands, and crawled out of it trembling.

It was really scary.

He was timid to begin with, and really couldn't stand such a scare.

"Follow me." Jiang Zhao turned around as soon as he finished speaking.

For a moment, Zhou Wenli wanted to use props to sneak attack, but he thought that even the boss couldn't beat him, so could he win with a sneak attack? Forget it.

When he came to the living room of Jiang Zhao's residence, Zhou Wenli saw his brothers in distress, and he felt relieved. Everyone was still alive, which meant that at most they would suffer a little, and their lives would not be in danger for the time being.

Maybe Zhou Wenli was the only one who could look relaxed even when being hung upside down from the ceiling.

He looked at Xiong Lie and the others, then at Zhen Junmei, the white-haired old lady in flowery clothes and cloth shoes, and finally his eyes fell on the python. He was a little surprised. When did a python come to Building 9? It must have just arrived.

It was bad luck that he met the landlord with a drastically changed temperament as soon as he arrived.

He was lucky to be hung up, at least he was not made into snake soup.

Everyone was silent, even Xiong Lie who wanted to beat Zhou Wenli didn't say anything. He didn't want to say anything in front of the landlord, so as not to upset him.

Now they are all waiting for twelve o'clock in the evening to see if there will be any changes.

Jiang Zhao ignored them and went to the kitchen. There are ingredients in the refrigerator in the kitchen, which will be automatically updated every day and can only be used by the landlord. Before, someone wanted to enter the kitchen, but couldn't get in at all. After checking one by one, he found that these were ordinary ingredients, no problem, and they could be eaten.

He planned to make a tomato fried egg noodles and put some green vegetables. There are these ingredients in the refrigerator.

Now that he is the landlord, he should integrate into the life here. It's good to cook some meals by himself. I wonder if the people in the living room are good at cooking. If they are, let them do the job and pay off the debt.

The smell of fried eggs came from the kitchen, and everyone was drooling. How long have they not eaten such delicious food?

"Boss, I'm hungry." Hou Zhi's saliva flowed into his eyes.

Xiong Lie vomited: "Hold it!"

Isn't he hungry?

Xiong Lie himself didn't count how long he had been in this world. I only know that it's hard to eat even ordinary fried eggs here, because this is not a normal world at all. There are chickens, ducks, geese, etc., but they are not very normal, and they are likely to be regarded as food. They lay eggs, and only those who are lucky enough dare to eat them.

In general, when they defeat monsters or pass the corresponding levels, the food they get is finished, and it is difficult to have fresh dishes and ingredients.

They each opened a mall, where they could use their points to buy fresh dishes, but the price was daunting, so it was better to buy two life-saving props.

Thinking of this, Xiong Lie and his friends heard footsteps coming from the kitchen, and what attracted them even more was the smell of the fragrant tomato fried egg noodles.

Damn, it smells so good!

How could it smell so good?

It really was because they had been away from their own world for too long, and even ordinary tomato fried egg noodles made them feel like a delicacy in the world?

Jiang Zhao put the noodles on the table, just in a position where Xiong Lie and his friends could see them.

He ate slowly, and Xiong Lie and his friends could only stare and swallow their saliva.

He ate so slowly. If they were facing such a delicacy, they would definitely stuff it into their mouths in big mouthfuls.

While eating, Jiang Zhao took out a tablet to play the game of single-player Doudizhu. The volume was not too loud, but Xiong Lie and his companions, whose bodies had been transformed and tempered, wished they could stick their heads over to watch the game.

The weather was hot, and after eating tomato fried egg noodles, Jiang Zhao found a watermelon in the refrigerator, cut it into small slices, and brought it to the living room to eat.

The living room was not too hot, and the air conditioner was on, but seeing the plate of fresh watermelon, Xiong Lie's hot sweat slid from his body to his face, and finally flowed from his eyes to his forehead and dripped onto the ground. The salty sweat made his eyes hurt.