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"Those players who were in his batch back then and are still alive are already at the top of the peak leaderboard. Ordinary players will basically never be able to reach that level in their lifetime."

"Some of this information is from bits and pieces I learned from a few A-level players I happened to befriend."

"Everyone who has come into contact with him says, 'Mr. Mo is moody and does things based on his mood. If he wants you to live, even the King of Hell can't take your life.'"

"In the eyes of the young master, those monsters that can take our lives are dogs. In the eyes of Mr. Mo, we may not be much better than dogs."

"So he saved us before?"

"Maybe, it's simply because I'm in a good mood." Jia Tian couldn't think of anything else about himself that could catch that person's eye.

Russell was indeed not very convenient to hold the shovel with one hand, so he used his legs to assist him in digging, and he was no slower than Jia Tian and the others. "The most important point is that his strength is a mystery, but one thing is certain, he is fully capable of leaving this dungeon directly, and he can leave at any time. When the time comes..."

"We're dead." Wang Linlin also realized the seriousness of the matter.

He wasn't afraid that the boss wouldn't save them; it was the boss's freedom; they could use their own methods to improve their chances of survival. But if the boss left early, they would be doomed.

There is not even a shred of hope.

"However, it seems that the boss won't leave too soon, at least not before he gets what he wants." Jia Tian said, looking at the lighted room on the third floor, which was the young master's bedroom. "I just don't know if he can delay it a little longer."

Russell had a clear mindset: "Our most important thing now is to find the dungeon background, show our value to the boss, and push the dungeon forward. If we can dig out the dungeon boss in advance, we can feel more at ease."

Mao Weiqi suddenly looked up, and his usually calm tone became a little hurried: "Have we completely failed the Count's mission?"

Jia Tian was also stunned when he looked up. Looking at the empty land around him, his scalp tingled: "There are no roses anymore..."

The Count's request, written in black and white, required them to pick the most colorful roses for him. But now they couldn't find a single one.

"I wonder if these count?" Wang Linlin took out a bunch of roses from his storage bag.

There was still dew on the rose petals, but the color was hard to say whether it was the brightest, probably just a little bit off.

"Where did you get it?" Jia Tian's eyes were sharp, as if he suspected that they were attacked when they entered the garden because of Wang Linlin's unauthorized action.

"No, no!" Wang Linlin waved her hands frantically, "I heard what that young master said, and I picked it secretly just in case. I hid behind Brother Jia, so the young master didn't see me."

"I thought the mission required roses, so maybe they would be useful if I collected them..." Wang Linlin's voice became smaller and smaller when he saw several people looking at him.

Russell patted Wang Linlin's shoulder excitedly. "You did the right thing! Just like that NPC said, there are no more roses in this rose garden. Why aren't these the most colorful roses in your hands?"

"But will the Earl really not pursue the matter of the garden?"

The butler left because he was worried about the young master's health, so he might not let them go like this.

"...that's something we'll have to worry about tomorrow. Let's finish what we have on hand first."

Everyone followed Russell's arrangements and continued to look for clues underground in the garden.

Why are there bones hidden in the Count's garden? Whose bones are they? Who is the woman in the painting? Is the dead Countess related to the background of the copy? These mysteries require them to find the truth.

···

"dong dong dong"

The knock on the door broke the silence of the night.

"Please come in." The boy's voice was lazy, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time and had already taken a short nap on the bed.

Mo Heng pushed open the door with silver-white patterns and stepped into the young master's room again.

Unlike during the day, the bedroom at night can only be seen by candlelight, which makes it a bit more hazy.

The curtains around the bed were layered, and only by the candlelight could I barely see the figure on the bed.

"Mo has kept the young master waiting for a long time."

"Mr. Mo, it would be more appropriate for you to come naked." Chu Jun stretched out his hand from the white curtain, and gently teased it with his slender fingers, revealing half of his face.

Mo Heng chuckled, "I only want the young master to see this."

Chu Jun looked up and down at Mo Heng's attire: the silver-rimmed single-sided glasses, the silver suit with white trim, and the diamond-studded bow tie and cufflinks.

Oh~ What Chu Jun likes most is that face. Look at that anxious look, it's really lovable.

"Then, Mr. Mo, you can take off your clothes now." Chu Jun said as he gently lowered the curtain, as if giving Mo Heng some kind of permission and hint.

Mo Heng has blocked the live broadcast for tonight's "date" and is no longer overly worried.

He slowly untied his tie, unbuttoned his cufflinks with one hand, and took off his coat.

"You're wearing too many clothes." Mo Heng said with a rare hint of urgency.

The man put his bony hand on his glasses and tried to take them off, but was stopped.

"Keep this one, I like it."

There were clearly layers of curtains separating them, and the young master seemed to be able to see his own movements clearly.

Mo Heng's smile deepened. He put down his hand and continued to deal with other clothes.

The nobility in the Middle Ages had many rules and their clothing was very exquisite. These clothes were difficult to put on and take off.

Chu Jun quietly watched the strip show for a while, and he himself felt very thirsty.

"Come on. Come on my bed."

Mo Heng took his hand off his waistband and casually adjusted his hair: "Yes."

The white curtain felt delicate and smooth, and felt cold when it fell on his body, but it could not extinguish the anger in Mo Heng's heart.

Even though he had expected this, Mo Heng still held his breath because of the "beautiful view" on the bed.

"Young Master likes to play this?"

Chu Jun fiddled with the things prepared for a little black dog, without making any comment.

Everything is going according to plan.

Mr. Mo embraced the beauty and fell into the "trap".

“This color suits you very well.”

"Thank you for the compliment, young master."

Chu Jun's hand gently pulled, and Mo Heng's upper body shook due to the pulling force, and he groaned.

Chu Jun felt happy when he heard Mo Heng's voice.

Because of exercise, Mo Heng's blood flows rapidly in his body. The aorta on the side of his neck is close to the skin, and the blood is just under a layer of skin. For vampires, the taste of blood is naturally the strongest.

"Smells so good~"

The long-term hunger made Chu Yun's sanity linger on the edge, and at the same time, Mo Heng's actions of adding fuel to the fire eroded his sanity.

Chu Jun had only one thought——

'Bite it!'

"Ha..." Mo Heng's heart trembled as Chu Jun's tongue licked him. Then, the blood vessels in his neck were unexpectedly pierced by the sharp teeth.

He could feel his blood draining out of his body, but instead of feeling cold, the toxins released by the vampire made his whole body hot, and he immersed himself in the exercise.

Mo Heng had countless ways to punish Chu Yun for his abruptness, even allowing him to do whatever he wanted on the bed.

But at this moment he just wanted to feed him.