NOVEL NEXT Chapter 50.1
In his arms, Yu Qing was small, the tip of his nose red, and the tears he had shed from being kissed were still wet.
However, it was this pitiful appearance that gave the BOSS an unprecedented desire to control.
The mist-condensed hands separated into two, gently clasped the young man’s waist, and whispered, “Open your mouth.”
The red mark on his neck had not gone away, and his body was covered with the other’s marks. Yu Qing’s long eyelashes fluttered twice, and then his thin lips parted slightly: “Hmm…”
The fierce kiss came again, and this time, the BOSS was unusually patient.
Kissing lightly, kissing deeply, and exploring on his own, he learned some tricks to tease him.
The man gently held the boy’s lips, and soon he was forced to burst into tears.
“Woooo…”
The fragile boy’s white wrists trembled in his palm.
When he realized it, two hands made of black mist had already lifted up Yu Qing’s newly bought shirt and unbuttoned it…
His Adam’s apple rolled, and Yu Qing’s tears fell even more. After a long while, the BOSS let go of him and allowed him to come closer to his arms. He coaxed him, rubbing his back with some tenderness: “It’s very comfortable to be like this with you.”
“You look good when you’re obedient.”
“…You look better than when you’re about to die.”
Yu Qing’s breathing was soft, and though he felt the cruelty, he still lowered his eyes to look at the man in front of him and asked quietly, “Really?”
“Yes, so I’ve decided to give you one last chance.”
Yu Qing paused for a moment and heard him say: “You want to find the dean, right?”
As his wrist was gradually released, Yu Qing regained his energy and stared at the intimidating red eyes in front of him.
“I only carved half a flower.” The BOSS lowered his hand, and his cold fingertips brushed against Yu Qing’s face: “Baby, I promise you, I won’t appear again before the end of the game.”
“If you find the key, call me when you leave, and I will help you remove the mark. If you don’t find it…”
The voice trailed off, the man lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
The meaning couldn’t have been more obvious.
Yu Qing didn’t answer. His heart beat lightly in his chest. When he could stand up again, he held the doorknob with one hand and said, “Okay.”
Then, click——
The door opened, and the thin young man walked out step by step. Seeing Qian Lai anxiously calling all the corpses in the dungeon to help, his nose felt sour for a moment, and he couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
Looking at each other, Yu Qing’s knuckles trembled slightly, the corners of his lips subconsciously curved, and after a while, his eyes turned red.
He took a quick step forward, put his hand on Qian Lai’s shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, “Let’s go.”
“Yu Qing…” Beside him, the young man stared at the back of his neck. “You lost a lot of blood…”
“It’s okay.” He stepped forward, and the boy never looked back once, insisting, “Let’s go!”
He wanted to leave and become the number one host there, and nothing could stand in his way.
Nor was it worthy of being an obstacle!
The young man’s footsteps gradually moved away, and no one noticed that a pair of scarlet eyes behind him watched his hand on Qian Lai’s shoulder, with eyes dark and unclear.
.
He wanted to find the dean.
But…
The BOSS seemed to be hiding the dean.
It was so secretive that Yu Qing asked all the NPCs there, including Xu Han, but couldn’t get any specific clues.
Soon, [ding——]
[System daily reminder: There are still 3 hours until the end of the dungeon, please keep up the good work~]
When the system prompt sounded, Yu Qing happened to blow open the stone pillar under the angel statue in the hall.
Under the stone pillar was a thick black coffin, with yellow symbols on it, which was the tomb made by the dean for his mother.
…somewhat ironic.
The lunatic had built his mother into a stone statue, but the clothes in the coffin were her mother’s clothes!
Cack, squeak, squeak——
The coffin lid moved slightly, and Qian Lai and Yu Qing pulled it up together with great effort. Then, there was a bang!
The heavy coffin lid fell to the ground, stirring up a slight cloud of dust.
After searching for several days, they finally saw the dean curled up in the coffin, shivering.
His mental illness seemed to have relapsed. He shrank into a small ball, holding his head in his hands, with tears in his eyes. “Don’t scold me, wuwu… don’t hit me… I’m not mentally ill… not wuwu…”
“My mother said… I could get better after just taking the medicine a few times…”
“I… I just picked up the bottles to sell them for scrap. I didn’t want my mother to have such a hard life. Don’t hit me, don’t hit me, wuwuwu…”
He cried desperately, as if he was back to the time when everyone had gathered around him and called him “mentally ill.”
His world was dark, and only his mother was the only colour in his dark life.
So, he subconsciously bit his fingers and tried to find his diary.
Every time he got scared before, he would bite his finger and write about his mother in his diary, written in blood.
This reassured him and helped him remember to be good to his mother.
But… there wasn’t even a notebook left there.
The dean had no choice but to tremble with his right hand and write “Mom, Mom, Mom” in the dark coffin…
However, the blood flowed down and fell on the black coffin, and the colour was not visible at all.
Unable to see it, he stubbornly wrote it over and over again!
He and his mother had depended on each other, and even if he died, he would not forget his mother.