Penitent hand, trembling slightly

The golden retriever looked ten lines at a glance, and quickly found a debuff elimination card from his massive props, thinking the word "use" madly in his heart.A flash of golden light flashed, and he felt an irresistible pull. His whole body seemed to be tied to a volcano car that rotated 720 degrees and 200 miles, and it seemed to be stuffed into the spin-dryer of the washing machine.

After the wave of dizziness ended, he spat it out with a "wow".

"Hey!" Shen Maomao hid aside in disgust, "Are you awake?"

The golden retriever didn't care about the strange taste in his mouth, and jumped out of the back of the carriage: "I'm awake? I'm awake?!"

A little golden retriever floats with the wind, just like his excited heart.

Shen Maomao pushed the transformed old horse back into the stable, and closed the fence with his backhand: "Wake up, wake up, stop jumping around, think about whether you will be punished tomorrow."

The golden retriever looked at the distant starry sky, with tears streaming down his eyes: "I thought that I could become stronger and do whatever I wanted by charging money, but what happened? Why did you do this to me?"

Shen Maomao: "It's because you don't charge enough."

Golden Retriever: "Garbage games, ruin my life!!"

Lou Jingmo interrupted the play between the two: "Let's go, it's time to go to the dance."

After finishing speaking, he walked out first, and the two thugs quickly followed.Shen Maomao asked: "We can also attend the ball? But we don't have an invitation letter!"

"To be precise—" Lou Jingmo added, "It's getting in."

……

The carriage at the gate came and went, and came and went.

After going on for more than an hour, the gate of the manor was slowly closed, and the guards also withdrew from the outside and were arranged outside the castle.The butler, Laysen, tidied up his appearance, glanced at the grass on the left, and with a disdainful smile on his lips, he walked into the castle surrounded by servants.

The bell in the bell tower rang nine times, it was nine o'clock at night, and the dance officially began.

Shen Maomao shrank his body back again, wishing that he was a green leaf now.Only when Laysen was far away did she dare to drive away the mosquitoes lying on her body, sucking blood unscrupulously, and scratched the freshly baked buns.

As long as they hid here to observe, Leysen wandered around for as long as possible.It's not good for them to leave, or not to go, Shen Maomao's feet are numb from squatting, and there is a burst of grinning when he moves like this.

The golden retriever came out of the grass that Laysen looked at just now, and there were two leaves on the top of his head, but he was not in the mood to pay attention to the image, and asked in a panic: "Fuck! He was looking at me just now! I'm talking to him." Watched!! Am I going to die!"

Lou Jingmo also came out: "If you want to kill yourself, you have already done it."

The Golden Retriever thought so too.He closed his eyes and "looked" at his inventory, feeling relieved for a while.

"Sister Lou..." Shen Maomao who was still in the grass said weakly, "Give me a hand, my feet are numb..."

Lou Jingmo: "..."

Shen Maomao guessed that she was thinking about "useless things".

At this time, there was almost no one in the yard, all the npcs and several players gathered in the banquet hall on the first floor of the castle, where the dance was held.

Speaking of which, everything that happened to the golden retriever was not all a bad thing, otherwise they would have been assigned jobs step by step, trapped in the castle and unable to leave.

Lou Jingmo walked up to the gate, took a look, and said, "He locked the gate." There was no element of surprise or surprise in his tone, as if he had guessed that Butler Layson would do this.

Shen Maomao limped along to her left: "What does he want to do? Destroy the nobles?"

"Who knows." Lou Jingmo said lightly, "And there seems to be something wrong with the progress of this dungeon..."

Shen Maomao and Jin Mao turned their heads together, and their four eyes were aimed at her in unison, with a desire for knowledge shining inside.

Under such scorching gaze, Lou Jingmo couldn't help but paused for a second before continuing: "The progress is too fast. The butler even locked the gate of the castle, presumably because he didn't want the people who attended the banquet to leave. But he How can a butler get so much power? So this must have been arranged by the baron."

"Today is the second day of the game, we have already gone through so many plot points, plus other people's plots..." She took a breath and continued, "We don't even have time to search for clues, we can only Passively follow the plot. If the entire dungeon can be compared to a progress bar, then the progress bar has advanced by at least half."

The two and a half Mengxin were stupefied, and Lou Jingmo didn't want to waste time with them, so he simply said, "There is a master here."

Shen Maomao's eyes widened in surprise: "Is there any other boss besides you?"

She didn't know much about Lou Jingmo's identity. She only knew that she was very strong and could handle various situations in the dungeon with ease, but she didn't understand the meaning behind the name "Xiaolou".

Golden Retriever knows a little more than she does. He has a lot of pocket money, and he can know with a little money. "Xiaolou" is the only existence in the entire game that can be equal to other people's entire organization on an individual basis.

"Confession Game" has been in service for many years. There are dozens of organizations in the game, large and small. Players jokingly call such organizations "guilds".Among them, there are four large-scale guilds, ten medium-sized guilds, and the remaining dozens are small guilds. Those who have just started with four or five people are counted——Yun Shengjin is the president of a small guild.

There are many god-level players, but they are all taken over by various guilds. Only Xiaolou rejected the olive branches offered by countless guilds. He only takes the boss and does not cooperate with anyone.

Even so, no one dared to see her clearly.It is said that she is one of the most experienced players, she has cleared countless dungeons, and there are countless props in her hands, and there are countless players who want to hug her thighs, but she only deals with money and goods, paying money with one hand and leveling with the other.

Thinking of this, Jin Mao didn't even bother to think about who the great god recognized by Lou Jingmo was.He glanced enviously at Shen Maomao, who was lucky but didn't know it, and sighed twice about the unfair fate in his heart.

Alas, there really is a first-come-first-served approach to hugging the thigh.

Lou Jingmo didn't know what was going on in Jin Mao's mind, she said modestly: "I'm not a great god, didn't you see that I don't know much about the plot yet?"

The main reason is that she didn't expect that person to be so fast, so she didn't pay too much attention when exploring earlier, so she was seized by someone and fell into a passive position.

But it's a good thing that the plot has been pushed forward. She happened to be too lazy to solve the puzzle. Now that she got what she wanted, she just needs to sit back and enjoy the achievement.

The number one dog-legged Shen Maomao immediately flattered: "Sister Lou, excessive self-effacement is pride, you are definitely that Nan Bowan in my heart, no one can compare to you!"

The flattering look made Jin Mao want to roll his eyes, not to mention Lou Jingmo.

She lifted her foot and kicked Shen Maomao's ass again, and said with a blank face: "If you have time to flatter, why not use your little brain and think about how to get in and observe the development of the plot."

Shen Maomao covered his butt, and frowned: "What are you doing? Are you still addicted to kicking? I'll praise you a few words, why are you still panting?"

Lou Jingmo gave her another kick: "You have a lot of meat in your butt, so it's easy to kick."

The golden retriever silently covered his ears: "Can you pay attention? A boy of mine is still nearby."

Shen Maomao immediately misfortune: "Kick him! The golden retriever has a lot of meat in the butt!"

Golden Retriever: "? None of my business?"

He couldn't help laughing himself after he finished speaking—it really was none of his "fart" business.

……

Before, the golden retriever thought that when people were unlucky, they would get stuck in their teeth when they drank cold water, but now it might be that they are bad and good.

Originally, seeing the heavily guarded appearance outside, they thought it would be very difficult to sneak in.But after Lou Jingmo took them around the castle for half a circle, they met Freckles and Dongfang who were patrolling in a team.

These two people got together inexplicably, and happened to patrol the small door that Lou Jingmo and Shen Maomao sneaked in at the beginning.

The right time, the right place, the right people and all of a sudden.

Freckles was still the same, looking at people with his eyes hanging; Dongfang had a gentle look, and after hearing their intentions, he would cover them without saying a word.

"Wait a minute!" Freckles was not reconciled to doing white work for others, "Let us cover for you as soon as you touch your lips?"

Shen Maomao didn't want to waste time with him, so he directly compared him to ok: "It's ok to exchange information with you when you come out alive?" One sentence blocked all the words of freckles.

The corner of Freckles' mouth twitched twice, and he couldn't say anything more, so he and Dongfang could only go to the two sides to help them stop other guards.

The three of them sneaked into the small door and came to the warehouse where Shen Maomao and Lou Jingmo had entered together before.

It was still dark inside, and there was a lingering smell of decay, worse than those smelled outside the manor.

There are a series of bad conjectures in Shen Maomao's mind: "Isn't there a dead body in this room?"

Lou Jingmo fluttered his nose, sniffed the air, and said, "It's a corpse, but it's not human."

"The ones in the morning..."

Before he could finish speaking, the golden retriever over there suddenly screamed shortly, and then closed his mouth immediately.

Shen Maomao said anxiously: "Little golden retriever? Are you okay?"

The sound of the golden retriever about to cry came from the side: "I seem to... I stepped on something, it's sticky... Is it a corpse..."

"Congratulations." Shen Maomao said indifferently, "I stepped on the stone."

Golden Retriever: "..." Thinking about it this way, why do you suddenly feel that stepping on a dead body is good?

Lou Jingmo, who had adapted to the darkness, stepped over the sticky, disgusting, and indistinguishable number of rat corpses on the ground—or it is more appropriate to use rat meat to describe it, and came to the door.

A golden candlelight shines through the narrow crack of the door, and then shines on Lou Jingmo's delicate facial features.She observed carefully for a while, and after confirming that no one should pass by in a short time, she quietly opened the door...

The sound of distorted music that was heard inside the door suddenly increased, the low cello, the light piano, accompanied by people's whispers.

Under the prosperous and harmonious surface, conspiracies and diseases ferment at the same time, spreading in the air...