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Chapter 322 "Gentleman" and "Nobleman" 18

"Young Master..."

"Hmm?" Chu Jun looked at the young man who was speaking with an approving look.

Seeing that the young master was in a good mood, Yan Yang boldly asked, "Young master, do you know where the roses grow best in this garden?"

"The best looking ones? Are you going to pick roses like this for my mother? That's really thoughtful of you." Chu Jun figured out the players' mission. It seemed like they were not just going to pick a few roses.

"Since the Earl is treating us so kindly, it's only natural that we should do so." Yan Yang smiled shyly and immediately responded to Chu Jun's words.

Chu Jun didn't know which rose in the garden was the best, but he felt that the players had probably been playing the dungeon for too long and their thinking had been limited.

"I think all the flowers in this garden are good." The players were slightly disappointed after hearing this, and then they heard Chu Jun continue, "If all the flowers in this garden are ruined, wouldn't the ones you pick be the best?"

Russell suddenly realized something, and then looked at Chu Jun with shock. This kind of thinking really didn't seem like a non-game character being controlled, but more like a player.

But the young master turned his head away after saying this and didn't look at them again. Russell had no way of figuring out anything.

"Squeak!"

But within a few minutes, the sharp cries of bats came from the depths of the garden, which were heart-wrenching and seemed to pierce everyone's eardrums.

The sonic attack caused the players, who had splitting headaches, to cover their ears and fall to the ground instantly.

Russell only had one hand left, so he naturally couldn't take care of his other ear, and blood started flowing from it.

The screams didn't last long, and soon the sound turned into whimpering, as if begging for mercy.

Mo Heng looked at the defensive barrier surrounding the giant bat, his lips curled up slightly, and he held his cane in his hand like a sword. Perhaps because he didn't have a loved one by his side, Mo Heng didn't pretend anymore. His silver cane easily pierced the barrier and penetrated the bat's body.

"The young master said that disobedient dogs need to be trained. Mo thinks this is very true."

"Squeak!" The bat screamed in pain. He wanted to resist but found that he could not move at all. He could only lie on the ground and watch the man whip him with the cane in his hand again and again.

The smile on Mo Heng's face became more and more crazy, and there was a bright red blood color in his eyes. Compared with the "little guy" on the ground, it was hard to tell who was the copy monster.

The monster's body was covered with mucus, some of which splashed onto the surrounding roses, instantly corroding the flowers. The little roses wanted to hide but their roots were there, so they could only use their flowers to protect the roots underground.

Seeing the monster was dying, Mo Heng stopped attacking. He had come here just to please the young master, and now that his mission was almost complete, it was time to go back to the young master.

“Tick, tick…”

"Hmm?" Mo Heng only noticed when he heard the sound of dripping water that the wound on his left arm had opened again at some point, and a layer of bright red color covered the original deep red bloodstains on his clothes.

Mo Heng instinctively felt that if he went back like this, he might be scolded or disliked by the young master, but he didn't want to take off the cloth strips that the young master had tied for him.

In a dilemma, Mo Heng could only stop suppressing his own healing speed. After a few seconds, the wound under the cloth had healed and was as smooth as new, as if he had never been injured.

"Hmm~" The little monster no longer had the energy to cause trouble. He looked at Mo Heng with half-open eyes.

"The young master doesn't need a disobedient dog. What a poor child." The "kind" Mo Heng finally spared the bat's life.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his eyes once again fell on the strip of cloth on his arm.

"Perhaps the dog that the young master is talking about includes me too~"

This realization made Mo Heng excited. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the stains on the cane, and then threw the handkerchief away.

The handkerchief spontaneously combusted as it fell, turned into ashes, and disappeared into the air.

[Haha, I know why the system doesn't broadcast S-level dungeons live. They're probably afraid we'll feel too disappointed after seeing them.]

[I barely escape death in the dungeon, but others pass it easily]

[Not even as much sweat as the other person helping the young master pack his clothes]

[He insisted on having a beautiful woman bandage a wound that could heal instantly. How scheming! So scheming!]

To be honest, I'm attracted to his cane.

[Boldly guess that the crutch is another S+ item]

[Thinking about it another way, if the number one player is this strong, doesn't that give us a better chance of leaving this hellhole?]

"Can we still go back? I've been here for five years. I wonder if I'll ever have a chance to return to my own world again?"

[It doesn't matter. I want to live well. Only by living can I see that day! ]

【Keep going! Let’s encourage each other! 】

【come on! 】

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The players listened to the distant sounds gradually fading away, and the roses in the garden began to wither in an instant. The bright red petals became wrinkled and scattered on the ground. In just a moment, only the withered and yellow stems were left.

"Da, da, da" Mo Heng seemed to have passed through a certain barrier and suddenly appeared in front of several people.

He didn't even look at his teammates and walked straight towards Chu Jun.

"That little guy has realized his mistake. Is the young master satisfied?" Mo Heng seemed no different from when he left. If Chu Jun hadn't heard the screams, he would have thought that he had gone out for a walk and came back.

Chu Jun looked at the completely shattered garden behind him and marveled at how capable Mo Heng was. Oh, at least more capable than his teammates.

Mo Heng stretched out his hand to Chu Yun, as if wanting to kiss the back of his hand.

Chu Yun turned his attention to him again.

In the dark pupils, hidden madness and gentle love intertwined, and it was unclear who had the upper hand.

'Maybe it's madness. What a mad dog.'

Chu Jun thought about it, curled up the corner of his mouth, put his hand on Mo Heng's hand, and their palms overlapped.

The young master's hands were very cold, as if they didn't have any normal body temperature at all. Mo Heng had noticed this when he was putting the anklet on him.

Mo Heng gently placed a kiss on the back of Chu Yun's hand. However, he did not let go immediately. Instead, he pulled Chu Yun's hand and placed it on the side of his face. "If the young master is satisfied, I wonder if I can get a reward?"

"Reward?" Chu Jun felt that the vague request was not excessive. In that case, he would reward him for warming his bed.

Chu Jun took a step forward and stood in front of Mo Heng. When he looked up at him, the distance between their lips was less than a palm's breadth.

The two people's breathing was entangled.

"Is Mr. Mo free tonight?"

Chu Jun's voice was so soft that no one heard it except Mo Heng.

Mo Heng's breathing stagnated, and his deep voice reached Chu Yun's ears as he exhaled: "Of course."