Who wants to learn sewing skills while dating?

"Death?" Mo Heng seemed to smile, "If he can do it."

Russell and the others didn't know whether Mo Heng was speaking to them or to the system.

But judging from Mr. Mo's attitude, they shouldn't have to worry too much.

"The privileges granted by the system are not without benefits. At least we don't have to worry about losing our lives during the investigation." Jia Tian comforted them.

"Yeah." Russell nodded.

Indeed, just saving their lives is enough to be considered a golden ticket to immunity from death.

Watching Mo Heng's figure disappear into the shadow of the ancient castle, Russell and the others said, "Let's go and take a look underground."

Now that I have nothing to worry about, I might as well experience what is hidden in the S-level copy.

"So fast?" Chu Jun collapsed on the sofa and looked at the man who came in.

"If there's nothing important, I'll naturally come back early." Mo Heng knelt beside Chu Jun and kissed him, "I'm a qualified lover."

Chu Jun didn't know if Mo Heng had any other plans in mind, nor did he know if he would be in conflict with the players after tonight.

Thinking of this, Chu Jun asked tentatively: "Are they leaving tonight?"

"The plan has changed, so I'll probably be bothering you for a while longer. But as long as Young Master is in my sight, I won't leave his side."

"I won't leave..." Chu Jun's fingers touched Mo Heng's neck, feeling his pulse.

Then he took Mo Heng's hand and placed it on his heart, without moving.

Without blood nourishment, he had no heartbeat, and it seemed that even the cold, which he feared most in normal times, had become the norm.

"How long do you think I've lived?" Chu Jun closed his eyes with a smile on his face, feeling Mo Heng's palm warming his chest little by little.

"Hundreds of years?"

Chu Jun shook his head.

"For thousands of years?"

Chu Jun still shook his head.

"..." Mo Heng didn't say anything else. He understood what the young master meant.

"I don't know how long I can live." Mo Heng kissed Chu Yun's eyelids gently, "I can only stay by your side for the rest of my life."

"Yeah. This way I can change to the next one." Chu Yun and Mo Heng joked.

But he had his eyes closed and didn't notice that Mo Heng's eyes suddenly became deep when he looked at him, and the smile on his face also faded.

"Why aren't you talking?" Chu Jun opened his eyes drowsily, wanting to see what Mo Heng was doing.

"Well."

The poor little vampire was suddenly confined to the sofa, a fierce kiss landed on his lips, and then moved all the way down.

"This is really not funny." Chu Jun complained quietly in his heart before being stripped naked.

On the second floor, in a guest room.

The woman in the painting folded her umbrella and walked out. Her figure gradually grew larger, finally leaping onto the carpet. Her face was beautiful, and her emerald green eyes were like the water in a deep pool, clear yet elusive.

The woman walked out of the house gracefully, holding a pure white umbrella. Her hat was white, her gorgeous skirt was white, and her whole body was so pure that it seemed as if she didn't belong in this castle.

The woman walked all the way to the stairs and walked down step by step.

"Someone come! Catch these thieves!" The count shouted loudly outside the door, obviously extremely angry.

Russell didn't have time to stop the earl and could only solve the problem at hand first.

She and Jia Tian looked at each other and moved quickly in different directions.

One person was responsible for keeping the Earl in the Iron Maiden, while the other blocked the door to prevent the guards outside from breaking in.

The Count was controlled by the Iron Maiden, with only his head exposed. His body was completely pierced by spikes, blood flowing everywhere, and a new layer of paint was laid on the crimson ground.

Russell saw that the Earl's strength had been greatly reduced by the Iron Maiden's restraints, so he immediately added several layers of restraints to the Iron Maiden to trap the Earl tightly.

Jia Tian, ​​who was guarding the door, did not hear the noise outside the house. He turned around and shook his head at Russell.

Although no one knew what had happened or why the Count was in this torture device, now was indeed a good opportunity to torture him.

"Answer us a few questions and we'll let you out."

The Count initially refused to admit it and shook his body frantically to try to break free from the Iron Maiden's restraints. Unfortunately, this only caused the thorns on the inner wall to stir in his body, causing him even more pain.

"Ah!" The count stopped struggling, and blood continued to flow out. However, even if he lost all the blood in his body, he would not die. This was his punishment.

"I can answer you."

The Earl's voice was weak, as if he was compromising.

"I can tell you everything I know, but after that, can you..." the count paused for a moment before continuing, "can you kill me?"

Countless days and nights, all kinds of torturous punishments made him numb. At the beginning, there was only hatred in his heart, hatred for that restless woman, and hatred for the vampire who brought all this.

But later, his heart was filled with numbness.

"Kill you?" The other three people who had been looking for clues in the bookcase were also attracted by the count's words and approached him to ask for clarification.

"why?"

The Earl raised his head. His face no longer had the usual dignity. His pupils were dilated and the blood from the corner of his mouth flowed into the iron maiden. He looked extremely embarrassed.

"You just need to answer yes or no."

Several people were undecided and looked at Russell.

"Okay." Russell nodded. This was the first time he encountered an NPC who was so determined to die. He wondered what kind of coercion the earl had suffered to end up like this.

Besides, the Earl is the official owner of this castle and should know a lot of things. This is a good deal.

[Wow~ An NPC that actively relays the story's background, does this really exist?]

【I bet there's not a single truth in this earl's mouth.】

[I hope these little guys don't get fooled. S-level NPCs are very cunning!]

When will Mr. Mo turn on the livestream?! It's not that I want to see the young master, I'm just worried about his safety, dog head.

[They're being affectionate! I'm mad!]

[After the dungeon is over, Mr. Mo will probably take the young master away with champagne roses.]

[I'll keep the young master captive in my castle, and do this and that~]

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"I'm tired, don't come..." Chu Jun forced one eye open and pushed the person on him.

Mo Heng put his fingers into Chu Yun's mouth and pressed his tongue: "Shh..."

Chu Jun's fangs bumped into Mo Heng's fingers intentionally or unintentionally, but he was indeed too full now and had no urge to bite them.

Unable to speak or push the person away, Chu Jun had no choice but to use his legs. Mo Heng was kicked under the sofa.

Mo Heng sat on the ground with disheveled clothes, staring at Chu Jun with his eyes, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

"What's wrong with you?" Chu Jun reached out and touched Mo Heng's head, combing his messy hair back.

"Young Master, let me be your blood servant."