Frogwa is not at home today [Comprehensive]

On the fourth day after falling into the frog yard, Bai Zicheng was very convinced that if he hadn't lost his mind, he must have entered the game world of "Traveling Frog".

Otherwise, no one would be able to explain why the ghost of this cute little frog in front of him lingered.

After solving the trouble of "servants need to wear shoes", the little frog has been sitting in front of the desk and working hard.

The quill quickly moved left and right, and the messy handwriting covered the broken notebook.

Resigned to his fate, Bai Zicheng took a bath in the courtyard with soap, then entered the room depressed and asked, "What are you writing about?"

In fact, he didn't really want to know, but he really had nothing else to do.

The little frog replied without raising his head: "Keeping a diary."

Bai Zicheng: "..."

As soon as he sat on the wooden stool, the little frog said again: "I heard that human beings can cook, I hope you behave better."

Feelings, this guy really regards himself as the master?

Didn't forget to ask?

Bai Zicheng held back his desire to complain, and suddenly realized an important question, and asked excitedly, "Are there other people, human beings here?"

The little frog turned its head, its big eyes flashed a sharp light: "There are very few, and if it comes, it won't live for long."

Bai Zicheng was nervous: "Why?!"

Little Frog: "Because you will die miserably if you offend your master."

==I believe in your ghost...

Bai Zicheng pouted.

The little frog took out an hourglass from under the desk: "I'm hungry, you still have half an hour to prepare dinner, or I will devour you."

Bai Zicheng was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, so it is inevitable that he will be lazy and greedy.

I hadn't been beaten for several hours, so I inevitably forgot the pain.

But considering that he was also hungry, he finally got up and acted.

Fortunately, he doesn't know how to make great dishes, and it's not as cheap as this naughty son.

Undercooked rice, curry of suspicious colour.

This is the only dish that can be composed of the messy ingredients in the little frog package.

Bai Zicheng was a little guilty after serving it to the table, holding the spoon tightly all the time, for fear that the little frog would turn his face suddenly.

Who knew that this guy would sit happily on his seat after smelling it, and start to eat, nodding his head while eating, his speed was overwhelming.

Bai Zicheng put down his guard, picked up the bowl and prepared to do his part to fill his stomach.

As a result, before he stretched out his hand, he was scolded by the little frog: "Stop!"

Bai Zicheng: "???"

Little Frog: "This is mine."

Bai Zicheng: "Then what should I eat?"

The little frog thought hard, made up his mind, and finally handed him a small bag of rice stingily.

And as if he was afraid that the food would be robbed, when Bai Zicheng's anger petrified, he ate all the dinner in the big basin with all his might.

Bai Zicheng still held the spoon in his hand, and couldn't hold back the desire to resist it.

The little frog patted his stomach contentedly, and took out the knife to cut the wood again.

Knife light flickered.

Bai Zicheng gave up struggling.

"The Day I Was a Frog Prisoner"

"Feudal Thoughts Harm People and Frogs"

"The Rationality of Extinct Cold-Blooded Animals"

……

Sitting in the courtyard in the evening, Bai Zicheng, who was bored, made up a lot of works worth writing, and then yawned uselessly, planning to go back to the house to sleep and rest.

It's not that he's worthless, it's that the MAX increase of the little frog's force value is completely unreasonable.

What I saw in front of me was that there was really no other way out except to be an honest servant.

It's ok.

Gou Jian can still suffer through hardship, and I can survive until the game company goes bankrupt.

Bai Zicheng secretly made up his mind.

Who would have thought that before he had time to stand up, the little frog appeared at the door of the stone house, stretched out his hand and threw down a mat and said, "Sleep here and take good care of the house."

Bai Zicheng: "????"

Little Frog: "Except for Meimei, if any monsters come, call them."

Bai Zicheng: "What is Meimei?"

Little Frog: "Fang~~East~~"

It's rare that it can learn how to speak like a snail. Is this frog humor?

Bai Zicheng finally came to his senses and said angrily, "Why am I screaming when I'm fine! I want to sleep on the bed!"

The little frog frowned dissatisfied.

Bai Zicheng bravely walked into the house.

Well, forgetful humans will eventually remember the days when they were ruled by terror.

The little frog jumped up and kicked him directly to the edge of the well, and then closed the door forcefully.

The lights are black and the fire is blinding, and the cold wind is blowing.

Bai Zicheng was bruised and purple from the fall, and lay on the straw mat by the door, aggrieved and wronged in his heart, looking at the cool white moon above his head, Dongdao sneezed.

There was a slight sound of opening the door next to it.

It was the little frog peeking secretly.

Bai Zicheng was very angry, and he didn't want to be beaten or deal with it.

The little frog blinked his big eyes, and quietly closed the door again.

Facts have proved that even after encountering such a heaven-defying event, Bai Zicheng still possesses the body of a mortal.

Without enough food and clothing, and spending the night in the cold wind, he finally succeeded in falling ill.

The little frog who got up early was looking forward to it, jumped to the door and pushed him: "Cook!"

Bai Zicheng had a splitting headache and couldn't even open his eyes.

The little frog was upset and beat him hard: "Don't be lazy!"

Bai Zicheng almost vomited blood: "You can beat me to death, I'm dying anyway!"

"Sick?" The little frog watched him closely, and finally expressed sadness in his tone: "Is it going to die after just two days of use?"

Bai Zicheng: "........."

The little frog sighed resentfully, and suddenly dragged him by the hind legs and dragged him into the house, complaining: "I just want to sleep on the bed, how capricious, sleep for you, and cook quickly."

Bai Zicheng's heart was ashamed, wishing that he would simply cool off.

Unexpectedly, Jiao Didi's exclamation suddenly sounded outside the door: "Yu Ming?! What are you doing! Are you really willing to get a human?! You, you, you—the "Human Breeding Manual" I gave you is a pirated copy." ah!"