125 A Feast of a Hundred Devious Tales (The End)
Wait for me to come and take you home.
The enormous serpent's tail coiled around clusters of delicate, vibrant rose branches, as if marking its territory, encircling every inch of the rose-covered area around the castle within its own domain.
Occasionally, this enormous, ethereal snake tail will sway its tip contentedly, perfectly capturing the leisurely and satisfied state of a snake after a meal.
Inside the castle, Xie Yunhuai, who was also held tightly in Qin Fu'an's arms, moved his eyebrows uncomfortably. Exhausted, he struggled for a long time to slowly wake up from his deep sleep.
"...Why haven't you left yet?" He couldn't help but push the demon who was holding him tightly.
Qin Fu'an's fingers tightened silently around his waist because of the hoarse voice, then relaxed imperceptibly, raising an eyebrow to retort: "I'm not the kind of scum who takes advantage of someone and then walks away."
Moreover, even snakes can get lazy. At this moment, holding his beloved in his arms, Qin Fu'an only wanted to trap him in his embrace and sleep for a long, long time, so that he couldn't even leave him to breathe independently.
He reached out and grabbed the limp boy's arm, placing it on his shoulder. He pulled the boy to sit face-to-face on his lap, then wrapped his arms around the boy's strong, lean waist, causing him to lean closer to him involuntarily.
"Didn't you say that it wouldn't get light, and that you wouldn't let me leave?"
Qin Fu'an affectionately tapped the boy's slightly sweaty forehead and teased him with a smile, "It's too late to regret it now?"
Xie Yunhuai: "..."
After a short while, her stiff body finally relaxed completely, and she leaned her head down on Qin Fu'an's shoulder in a dependent manner.
"You can leave now." His voice was still hoarse, but the obsessive desire he had shown before was gone.
It was soft and gentle, like a murmur, or a reluctant compromise.
Qin Fu'an lowered his eyes and stared at him. After a moment, he stroked his waist and abdomen with his fingertips, causing him to tremble slightly involuntarily. Then he leaned closer and bit his soft lips slightly.
"You're letting me go like this?" Their lips met, and the boy swallowed most of his voice.
Xie Yunhuai's pale fingertips gripped his clothes tightly as she sobbed in response to his intimacy. When she was finally able to catch her breath, she leaned against his shoulder, her voice hoarse, and replied, "Go, it's dawn."
Are you willing to give it up?
Of course I wouldn't bear to part with it.
But this person was so fierce that it seemed like he wanted to devour him alive. Only after personally experiencing the extreme fear hidden deep within this overwhelming pleasure did Xie Yunhuai belatedly realize how crazy he had been, driven by desire.
But even that can't compare to Qin Fu'an's madness.
He was completely trying to kill him...
Xie Yunhuai suspected that if he didn't send him away soon, he really wouldn't see the sun rise the next day.
"Wait for me to come and take you home." This time, Qin Fu'an did not refuse. After kissing the boy's lips, which were softer than flower petals, he held him and quietly looked out the window.
The pitch-black night is slowly fading away.
The rising sun painted the fading night sky with a dazzling pinkish-purple hue, and the hazy light shone on the dissipating mist. The crystal-clear morning dewdrops swayed precariously along the rose petals, finally falling with a soft thud into the blood-stained soil.
The clean morning dew replaced the foul-smelling blood, gently watering the still-blooming roses.
Qin Fu'an heard the system notification in his ear, but he was focused on watching the night that was about to end and the light gray soul tentacles that were slowly being gathered into the roses.
A rotting crow, covered in blood, lay among the rose bushes outside the window. It opened its eyes in bewilderment, gazing at the brilliant sunrise it had never seen before. The golden sunlight illuminated its intact wing, bathing it in a beautiful, silken sheen.
Then the rotting flesh was dissolved, and new flesh and wings gradually grew from the stark white bones.
"It's dawn."
A boy's gentle murmur reached her ears: "White doves bring dew-kissed roses to sleeping guests in the early morning, crows are forever left in the unseen darkness, thieves who steal fate fall into their own traps, monsters who steal luck remove their masks, and devoutly kiss the most honored guests."
"Qin Fu'an, this rose says: It is an honor to be your most foolish believer."
[3——2——1——]
[—Current instance is being detached.]
The warmth and weight in his arms vanished in an instant, and Qin Fu'an stood still in the empty space, looking down at his palms.
It wasn't empty; it held a seed full of life.
Qin Fu'an held it up, his gaze fixed on the player's hut not far away.
There was a small flower garden in front of the house. Qin Fu'an ignored the familiar clanging and clattering sounds of the money being settled and strode over there.
[Spend 1000 Ghost Coins to repair the player's hut (low-tier)?]
The poor snake clicked "confirm" expressionlessly.
[Spend 500 Ghost Coins to repair the messy flowerbed (low-level)?]
The poorer snake clicked "confirm" with an even more expressionless face.
The next second, a bright system notification appeared on the screen in front of him: [Sorry, dear, your flower garden level is too low, you can only grow ordinary plants. If you want to grow this flower seed, please upgrade your player house and flower garden as soon as possible~]
Qin Fu'an: "..."
How feasible is it to kill this game and then directly steal the wife back?
Perhaps detecting his dangerous intentions, System 023 paused for a moment before suddenly issuing a very loud reminder: [Player, please receive the dungeon settlement list as soon as possible, please do so immediately—]
It played on repeat many times, almost deafening Qin Fu'an.
Qin Fu'an took a deep breath, smiled, and said through gritted teeth in a gentle tone, "Shut up."
023: [...Okay, kiss~]
Qin Fu'an put the flower seeds away again and first checked the system settlement.
This instance is a complex one, combining multiple characters, evil spirits, lost items, and events. With so many elements overlapping, if players don't see through Lanbo's schemes and don't find clues and clarify their thinking in the first loop, they can only watch helplessly as they are gradually transformed into evil spirits.
Aside from obtaining that wish and making the most correct one, no matter what method the player uses, they cannot escape death.
The reason those masks appeared on the players' faces during the second round of the banquet was not to confuse the difference between humans and monsters, but to make it difficult for players to notice the gradual transformation of themselves and other players into monsters over time, and then to completely transform them into monsters without their knowledge.
Even Qin Fu'an couldn't discern how many of those hundreds of strange creatures were actually transformed players.
Because at that time, their bodies, souls, and even their minds had been completely transformed into what a monster should look like, indistinguishable from a real monster.
The mask was just one of Lambeau's traps.
[Author's Note]
This dungeon is finally over! I'll be taking a day or two off because my friend's new game is going to be a VIP game tomorrow, and I need to update 10,000 words. I also have to work during the day, so I really won't have enough time and energy to update Anzai and Yunzai tomorrow. Plus, I'm on my period... So I'm taking two days off. I hope you all understand. Sorry!
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