The sky in the dungeon seemed to get dark very early.

The candlesticks in the castle were lit one by one, and the silent servant took Kou Dong to the upstairs room, where dim candles were burning, and under the bright red curtain was a soft bed.

Kou Dong fell asleep almost as soon as he was next to the bed. Seeing that he closed his eyes, the servant blew out the candlestick and quietly closed the door.

Kou Dong was the only one left in the room.

It wasn't until there was silence in his ears that he opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

Inactivity at night is naturally impossible. He only has three days, and he is always under the strict supervision of two NPCs during the day, and it is impossible to escape from the castle. Just thinking about those two NPCs gave Kou Dong a headache.

Then the night...

Kou Dong stood in front of the window and opened the heavy curtains. As far as the eye can see, there is a forest of fir trees that can hardly be seen; only by looking closely can the pointy top of the iron gate be discerned from the gloomy grove.

He had to get out of there.

The room where Kou Dong rested was on the third floor. He rummaged through the room and found nothing useful to him. The sheets and bedding were all delicate silk, and they were beautiful, but it was impossible to bear his weight, and they couldn't tie them into ropes and teach him to hang them from the window.

In addition, the room is full of flowers—the flowers are everywhere, even under his pillow there is a thick layer, with a strange smell of erosion, squeezing out the dark red flower juice.

Only then did Kou Dong realize that his hands were also stained with flower juice, which should have been stained while searching for the bed. He searched carefully along the base of the wall, and finally found an unusual bulge in the gap between the cabinet and the wall.

Tear up the wallpaper and hide half a sheet of paper behind it.

Kou Dong unfolded the paper and lit the candle sideways. Sitting at the head of the bed, he saw the messy words on the paper, as if someone had hurriedly wrote it down in a panic:

"Demons covet beautiful skins as their most precious collection.

Stranger, buried under jewels..."

The handwriting in the second half of the sentence became more and more difficult to recognize, and Kou Dong had to struggle to distinguish it. He gestured in the direction in which the handwriting extended with his hand, and suddenly shivered, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

He lifted the candlestick and moved suddenly towards a wall he had never noticed.

There are several paintings hanging on the wall, like the portraits of the parents of the little milk dog. Kou Dong looked at them carefully. The noble couple was wrapped in a robe full of folds and patterns. Under the heavy wig were two pale faces.

At first glance, nothing special.

Kou Dong was silent for a while, then slowly extinguished the candle in his hand. The room fell into darkness again. He didn't sit back on the bed, but stood behind the side cabinet, staring at the two portraits without blinking.

After a while, the black pupils on the portrait suddenly moved.

They turned around in the eyes of the person in the painting and searched everywhere, but they didn't seem to find Kou Dong who was hiding.

This movement is quite subtle, if it wasn't for Kou Dong's constant staring, he would almost have thought it was his own illusion.

When Kou Dong went to take a closer look, there were only four empty holes left.

The eyes just attached to the back are gone.

Kou Dong stood in front of the cabinet, a fine layer of sweat oozing from his back.

He squeezed the paper in his hand and stuffed it into his sleeve first. After a stagnation, he hesitated and hid the paper back on the mezzanine behind the rails, and then lay back on the bed.

Before he could pull up the quilt, there was a soft knock on the door.

Tee, Tee, Tee.

The voice was monotonous and boring, but there was a smile in the tone of the person outside.

"Are you in there," he said softly, "my brother, my bride?"

"..."

Kou Dong's heart jumped wildly, he turned his face sideways and did not answer.

The little milk dog knocked on the door for the second time, and his voice seemed to be full of joy.

"Are you in there," he repeated, "my brother, my bride?"

This time there was still no answer, so he pushed open the door, strode in, and went straight to the big bed. His eyes gleamed in the dark, filled with unspeakable excitement, and he couldn't wait to reach out to touch the bed—

Kou Dong suddenly said, "Are you looking for me?"

"..."

The NPC's movements stagnated in the air.

"Brother..." He said slowly, "So you are here."

There was disappointment in the sound, and he licked his lips.

"I thought my brother didn't listen to me..."

Kou Dong said calmly, "I just fell asleep."

He looked at the person in front of him inquiringly, and said, "But you woke me up now, and I can't sleep."

"Is that so?" the NPC said, looking a little anxious, "I have someone bring a cup of hot cocoa to my brother?"

Kou Dong cut off his words, "Take me around for a walk."

After saying this, he stared at the little milk dog's face.

The curtains were drawn, and there was a dim light in the room. The corners of the NPC's lips curled up and he said slowly, "No way."

This sentence did not surprise Kou Dong, he stared at the little milk dog.

"If you go out at night, you are not a good child." The little milk dog's breath was a little cold, and his fingers stroked the side of Kou Dong's face, almost intoxicated, "Besides, my brother is so good-looking, if he is found... Who will he be pulled to? Is the corner full?"

Kou Dong shivered slightly, he couldn't believe that this was what his little puppy could say.

Especially after he said it, the little milk dog still had a longing look on his face, as if he wished that Kou Dong had just gone out and was caught by him...

Kou Dong: "..."

This NPC has always been pure and sweet in the setting, pure and dead, and sweet and sticky like a toffee. The player gave him a nickname, called Toffee.

In other words, Kou Dong really didn't dare to try this.

But now, milk saccharin is about to become sesame saccharin.

...Look at this broken game, what has the NPC collapsed into!

Kou Dong was heartbroken.

He seemed to understand only now what would happen if he fell into the hands of an NPC. This group of NPCs with close to full favorability to him could eat him on the spot.

He is a live broadcaster of a love game, why did he encounter this? ! !

Kou Dong never said anything about going out at night. This made the little milk dog look very regretful. It took a long time to stand up and said, "Then brother, rest."

Kou Dong buried his face in the quilt, thinking to himself, if he could fall asleep, it would be a ghost.

He said to the system: "Is the filling he said true or false? I am a game anchor with integrity."

It is impossible to sell meat in the game!

Game system: [Players are asked to consider for themselves. 】

"It's fake, right?" Kou Dong hoped, "This is not in line with the core values ​​of socialism. Are you not afraid of being reported?"

The game system is as deadly as ever, and even the punctuation marks have not changed. [Players are asked to consider for themselves. 】

Kou Dong was angry.

"You didn't make it clear to me when you pulled me in, so why don't you tell me I'm complaining?"

This time, the system finally changed the sentence, [If the player has any doubts about the game content, it is recommended that you call our customer service number after exiting the game. 】

Kou Dong almost didn't mention it in one breath.

Are you talking about human words? After exiting the game, call the customer service number - then he has to exit the game!

But he is still the only player at the moment...

Kou Dong is bald.

The only good thing is that you only need to avoid the groom. Avoiding the little milk dog alone is not a big problem, and it is not impossible to plan an escape route.

If you add an NPC... then he is really going to die.

Kou Dong sorted out the current situation. If the light is lit at night, it will attract the eyes to peep in the dark.

If the eyes don't see him, the puppy will come looking for someone right away.

This basically cuts off the possibility of him lighting up at night.

If you want to take action in the dark...

Kou Dong thought for a while, and when it was dawn, he took out the half of the paper and looked at it again.

"A stranger, buried under the jewels, the bones have piled up into mountains.

Rotting flowers, ** grass.

At the end of the night, the judgment of the Lord will come. "

Kou Dong couldn't come up with any clues, so he had to memorize these sentences and stuff the paper back. The choice was correct, for the valet had changed his clothes after his arrival, and had rummaged through the bed as if to find something.

But in the end nothing was found, and the valet had to take him out.

In the corridor, Kou Dong asked, "Who lives in the room on my left?"

He was talking about the room with the prying eyes.

The footman dutifully led the way and replied, "That's the marriage room for you and your lord, and no one lives there at the moment."

He turned around and stretched out his hand: "Please."

Kou Dong walked inside and saw a long table full of food. Now there are only two people sitting at the table, one is the uncle and the other is the little milk dog.

There were only three chairs at the table, and apart from the one they sat on, only one was left empty.

It's right in the middle of them.

Kou Dong: "..."

Can he choose to sit on the ground?

He stood there and didn't move. The little milk dog looked up and saw it first, and waved at him with a smile.

"Come on brother!"

Kou Dong's calf felt a little twitchy. He will never forget that he caused the NPC to blacken because he stepped on four boats.

Sitting in the middle of the two blackened NPCs...

Kou Dong said reluctantly, "I'm not hungry."

...Looking at you two, I really can't eat it.

Uncle NPC also turned his head to the side, and when he glanced at him, he seemed to have plunged his head into a snowdrift, which made people shudder.

"Sit down to eat," he said lightly. "After eating, someone will bring the wedding dress."

Kou Dong: "...?"

A look of hesitation slowly appeared on Kou Dong's face, and he said, "You said the wedding dress—"

Did I hear it wrong? It should be a dress, right?

"Naturally it's a wedding dress," the little milk dog laughed. "The first time I saw my brother, I was imagining my brother wearing a wedding dresshey, I can follow me to the dressing room later, right?"

The latter sentence is not for Kou Dong, but for Uncle.

Uncle's white napkin pressed slightly on the corner of his lips before answering, "Yes."

The little puppy let out a small cheer.

Uncle just completed the second half of the sentence, and said calmly, "I'll go too."

"Of course," said the little milk dog, "after all, my brother is our bride—"

Kou Dong: "...?"

Kou Dong: "...??"

Kou Dong: "...??!!!!"

His eyes suddenly darkened.

Oh heh.

God will kill me.