dark side

It was around 7am when Vic woke up.He staggered out of the room and lazily said 'good morning', but immediately felt something was wrong.

A key lay quietly on the dining table. Vic's expression was a little confused, but the moment he realized it, he hurriedly pushed open the door of the guest room—as always, it was covered with dust because of his laziness, and I remembered that he had worked hard to clean it the day Minos came, and at this moment But it seemed—that silver-haired noble young master never existed.

Before he had time to think about why the room would feel as if it hadn't been cleaned for half a year when no one was in the room for one night, Minos' leaving without saying goodbye hurt his heart.He stood there blankly.Sadness hit him like a tidal wave, almost engulfing him. The cold sea water flowed over his head and poured into his nose and mouth, causing him to suffocate.His chest was tight and painful—Minos was gone.

But he hasn't paid his rent.

Such a cruel fact really made Vic sad and desperate, and he frantically searched for the most poisonous, darkest and most effective curse in his mind.But a sad discovery - this really doesn't exist.

——Is there anything more sad than a boiled duck flying away, and there is nothing you can do to make up for it?

Vic. Little Grandet. Miser. S. Miller is using his expensive brain (very valuable because it is as good as new since it has never been used), seriously thinking about this problem, without separation at all sad.

After all, he and Minos have only known each other for a few days, and their understanding of each other has just changed from 'an annoying (mindless) master/(poor) kid' to 'a decent (but still annoying) master'/' The most miserly (still annoying) poor man. '

As for the establishment of the so-called deep friendship and unbreakable bond... What is that, can it be eaten?

In fact, neither of them considered this development trend. Vic's envy and hatred for the rich and his confrontation with Minos made him unable to become a relationship with Minos other than 'landlord and tenant'.And Minos—for a guy who is suspected to be in the body of Lord Thanadus, death is a matter of time, and there is no need to worry too much about him.

——Perhaps this is also the reason why two guys who grew up in completely different environments can live in peace...?

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"To sum up, it's what you said—if it really existed—that silver-haired aristocratic young master, did you pay for the girl ticket?" After listening to Vic's whining complaints, Webster rubbed his chin gloatingly In conclusion, in response to Vic's pitiful look and tone of voice like a wretched woman.

"——I can be sure that the silver-haired young man you said that 'the girl didn't pay at all' really existed. Dear Webster, do you think I am the same as you who are old and have severely degraded brain functions? Then you Big mistake." Vic said angrily, his face flushed, but he didn't stop the movement of his hands, after all, it was working time.

"Don't say that, I'm only 34 this year." Webster stroked his beard, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Men can only watch after they are 30 years old."

"...I think the fact that you haven't married a wife is the biggest rebuttal to you."

Webster was not affected by Vic's vicious words (the bulging veins on his forehead and the raised and lowered but still tightly clenched fists do not prove anything), he had a hearty smile on his face, "I remember you always Take 'Don Juan' as my idol, but I can't even understand the truth - there are so many beautiful girls and wives waiting for me to comfort, how can I pour my love on one person Woolen cloth?"

"Hmph, boring remarks." Vic made an exaggerated vomiting motion, "Don't forget Don Juan's Miss Anna. Is your brain filled with those human creation campaigns? There are enough dirty thoughts, completely right The blasphemy of Don Juan."

"No, because I understand him very well. If he is alive, he must understand me." Webster shrugged his shoulders and said a little sadly - Vic rolled his eyes at the sudden thought, he thought he must Infected by Webster's idiocy, otherwise how could there be such an unappetizing thought - how could a guy with such adept upskirts get sentimental because of women?

"I'm leaving first, you work hard, tonight is a very important day, don't mess it up."

"Well, are you looking for your lady again?" Vic said half-jokingly. Webster slapped him on the shoulder with a smile, "What nonsense. That's Miss Kal. If I knew how heartless you bastard is, I wouldn't have helped you out that day."

"Cough cough cough == + Don't mention my sadness, bastard. Don't you know that the wounds on the soul are more difficult to heal than the wounds on the body? Please have some compassion for the patients!"

"I've never seen such an energetic patient... Forget it, I didn't expect a guy like you to have any thoughts of gratitude. No matter how uncomfortable it is, let's get through today, and it will be over by then, You can rest well too." Webster took advantage of his height and rubbed Vic's hair vigorously.

Vic quickly freed his head from the opponent's claws, and watched Webster's figure disappear into the courtyard suspiciously—this was not his illusion.Webster looked a lot different than usual today, and his last words sounded... ominous.

This made him tremble and goose bumps all over his body.

But he forced himself to draw his attention back. Compared with the endless words that seemed to be a death omen, it was more important and practical to continue his unfinished business - trimming the garden.

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All four dream gods appear

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The other three... don't I need to say?