Doomsday max level player

In the dark castle, a middle-aged maid wearing a dark dress with a stand-up collar and a white apron was carrying a plate through the dark corridor. in a hurry.

When she turned the corner, she happened to meet a tall man in a black suit. The man's black hair covered half of his face, looking a little sinister.

The maid was startled when she saw him, and immediately bent down and saluted, "Sir."

The man raised his chin slightly, and then his face under the black hair was revealed - it was Tu Xin.

The maid very consciously stepped aside to make way for him, but Tusin did not move. Her eyes glanced at the plate she was holding, and she couldn't help but ask, "He didn't eat?"

"Yes, he hasn't eaten anything since the day he was imprisoned."

"Then what did he say?"

The maid lowered her head and said, "He still doesn't speak. Can you see if..."

Tu Xin was not surprised and waved his hand, "It doesn't matter. I have plenty of time to spend with him. Just step back."

"Yes, sir."

After the maid left, Tusin adjusted his collar and cuffs, then turned and walked towards the elevator deep in the corridor.

After the two of them left, a dark figure suddenly moved in the darkness of the corner of the corridor. The man was wearing a black robe and was hiding under the gap between the corner cabinet and the wall. He curled himself up into a dark ball, If it doesn't move, no one will notice.

"How dare you catch me, you bastard..."

The man gritted his teeth and grasped his black robe with his index finger. This castle was very evil. No matter how he waved his fingers, the system panel would not appear, let alone teleport. Seeing that he could only save himself, when he saw no one around, he immediately ran away like a ghost in the direction where the maid left.

On Tusin's side, he took the elevator at the end of the corridor directly to the top floor of the castle. When the elevator door opened, he could still hear the faint sound of beautiful music. Tu Xin walked to an exquisite door, looked at the slightly illuminated crack in the door, and knocked respectfully.

The music was loud and the knocking on the door was inaudible. Tusin knocked twice and then stopped. He waited quietly without any sign of impatience.

After a while, the music sound disappeared.

A lazy voice came from the door, "Come in."

Tusin then opened the door and went in. The room was luxuriously and elegantly decorated, as if he had returned to a medieval palace for an instant. The man inside was wearing a champagne-colored nightgown and was walking down from the bed with a heavy curtain. There was still a trace of sweat hanging on her fair and slender neck, while the woman on the bed hurriedly ran out of the bed with her clothes in her arms, quickly lowered her head and left the door. When she passed by, she couldn't help but glance at Tu Xin. .

Tusin didn't look up from the beginning until he saw the man in the room picking up the gold-rimmed glasses on the table and putting them on, then walked to the small bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

The man was holding a cup, lazily leaning on the luxurious velvet sofa, which was very different from his usual meticulous appearance. At this time, his hair, which was slightly longer than his collarbone, had already drooped down, and his whole person had a humble scholarly temperament. He looked very gentle.

Tu Xin knew that this was all an illusion. He lowered his head and said to the person on the sofa, "Master, the informant came to report that the girl left the Eleventh Street Union."

Fang Shuning leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. Hearing this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His voice was as cold as ice. He snorted softly on the tip of his nose, "Well...it seems that the small temple can't shut down the big Buddha."

Tu Xin did not dare to comment further, and added, "One of our people saw her changing her outfit and entering and exiting the safe city at midnight yesterday. She should have gone to scan the map at midnight, and then the informant found an extra 4000 in the 40th Street warehouse. There are many materials that can only be obtained through level 4 dungeons, and some things have passwords set. Although they cannot be seen, according to my estimation, they should be weapons. Then she returned to No. to build a house overnight. After the house was built, she went to work. Quit the union."

Fang Shuning raised his eyebrows, "Hey, you have cleared more than 4000 level 40 dungeon materials, and you still have the energy to build a house? This is really... Well, where is she now?"

Tu Xin pursed his lips and said, "It should be back to his personal homestead. A personal homestead is a random place in the wild and our people cannot track it. However, we found a batch of high-end guns for anonymous consignment on the market. All the guns are It has three additional attributes, which are much better than Ouyang Xun’s garbage..."

Fang Shuning drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, placed the glass on the marble coffee table, and said with a smile, "Bring it to me and take a look."

The most indispensable thing in the Tu Ling Mansion is money. Unlike the speculative Lu Beimo, Fang Shuning's assets all depend on the wealth of his ancestors. Once there is something good in the market, the people at Tu Ling Mansion will not hesitate to take pictures and present them to him. Even if it's Ouyang Xun's expensive junk gun, almost everyone in the mansion has one.

Tuxin put the high-end gun on the table, Fang Shuning raised his hand and clicked it, glanced at the attributes, his light brown eyes suddenly lit up, and a strange brilliance flowed in his eyes.

Fang Shuning smiled with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, his face full of joy, as if he had seen some interesting prey, but Tu Xin only saw the familiar greed in his eyes.

Fang Shuning pulled Tu Xin's tie, and Tu Xin, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, was forced to bend down and look directly at the man in front of him who looked elegant but was actually a bit coquettish.

Fang Shuning came close to Tu Xin's ear and whispered, "Bring her at all costs."

Tu Xin felt the heat next to his ears, and the familiar feeling of fear instantly enveloped his whole body. He felt the cold fingers touch his face along his neck, and patted him gently. Tu Xin's body shook and he said in a deep voice. , "Yes, Master."

Fang Shuning let go of him and walked to the window, looking at the flowerbed outside the castle. The clusters of white roses were shining in the moonlight. Next to the white roses were countless tombstones with crosses.

Beautiful and terrifying.

Suddenly, Fang Shuning saw a black shadow moving slowly in his flower garden, so he raised his eyebrows, and turned around, "Tushin, why is there a mouse in my garden?"

Tuxin was taken aback, and hurried to the window to look down, "How could that be! Only I have the key to the dungeon."

Fang Shuning's voice was cold and biting, but his tone was emotionless, "Isn't he a gangster? Is it difficult for him to open the lock?"

Tu Xin broke into a cold sweat, "I'll send someone to chase him right now!"

Fang Shuning watched the black figure running away as if fleeing, and waved his hand slightly, "That's not necessary. I just want to get the fragments of the map he stole. Just send someone to keep an eye on him and trade." Then he continued. He said, "Don't be distracted by this kind of thing. You have only one task now."

Tu Xin breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice, "Yes, Master."