Outside the window, the night was long.
It was late at night. The strange thing was that in such a large forest, not only was there no lighting set outside, there was also the sound of the film crew in front of the camera, and there was not even the slightest sound of birds and insects in the forest. Instead, it was unbelievably quiet.
Further away, from the gap in the middle of the stairs, cursing could be heard from below.
In between, there were cries of pain from the Fat House, the assistant's mechanical and weird giggling, and heavy objects suddenly falling to the ground. The glass suddenly shattered, and the cold wind blew through the corridor, like the howling of evil spirits.
The white-haired youth's wrist was tightly grasped by the man.
The hand with the unique rough texture of fabric slowly rubbed the protruding joints of the youth's wrist, and the other hand squeezed into the gap between the youth's fingers and intertwined with the youth's fingers from behind.
The puppet thread followed the master's will and firmly sealed the youth's escape route.
"I'm waiting for Mr. Magician to help me return the favor."
The man dragged out the last word and grabbed the white-haired young man's hand, not allowing him to say anything and let him experience his rising enthusiasm.
The magician's hand was undoubtedly a pair of extremely beautiful hands, with distinct joints and slender, full of visual contrast when placed on the black suit pants, making it look more like a fine white jade.
He was getting more and more excited, visible to the naked eye.
In the Las Vegas casino, other people were looking down at their chips. The devil crossed his hands, looked across the distant gambling table, and fixed his eyes on the magician who was smoking a cigarette, trying his best to disguise himself, but in fact, was secretly changing cards and making small movements.
Back then, No.1 could easily see through this and had the intention to kill this magician who had ruined his plans time and time again.
But why didn't he say anything to expose him?
Maybe it was because the scene was too beautiful, or maybe he felt that the Horror Trainee Competition was not as interesting as he had imagined. All in all, in the following time, the devil found that no one could be more interesting than him.
The malice of human nature in the world could bring very little novelty. Except for one person, the devil could never guess what kind of surprise would be brought to him next. He didn't know when it had changed, the lingering murderous intent turned into deep desire, and even the iron rule of "one must die" at the end of the line turned and led to an unknown place.
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and sneered, "You're the one who rushed up. I could have solved it myself, why would I need to return the favor? "
In the bathroom, the devil was just a hindrance.
Zong Jiu was now resigned to his fate of removing the curse, but even if he had to do it with the devil, he would never be the first one to give in.
The familiar heat once again, along with the other's cold fingertips.
This burning sensation spread to his face, as if the two of them were exchanging heat with their breaths while confronting each other.
At that moment, the devil suddenly, the devil spoke with a cold expression.
"What a nauseating resentment."
The dark golden pupils stared deeply at him. They were cryptic and sharp. Just a little bit of it was enough to shatter a person's bones.
The man's voice was neither cold nor indifferent. She could not tell if he was happy or angry. "Did he touch you here?"
Zong Jiu crossed his arms, "What does it have to do with you?"
He pulled his hand back and massaged the place where it hurt just now.
A magician's hand had always been precious, especially Zong Jiu, who had experienced the pain of having his hands crippled before he transmigrated. Naturally, he cherished his lost hand even more.
However, just as he lowered his head, someone suddenly grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.
Cold lips and tongue invaded his mouth.
In a place no one could see, a shadow suddenly rose from the darkness and crushed the evil spirit lingering in the castle.
Inexplicable anger.
Zong Jiu thought.
He was forced to endure this predatory kiss, but at the same time, he was displeased by this sudden action.
The devil's heart was like a needle at the bottom of the sea.
It had to be said that the other party's repeated flirting made him angry.
Zong Jiu fiercely bit back.
It was a long-awaited kiss filled with the taste of blood.
The taste of rust spread in their mouths and spread, filling their senses.
Unless the magician was too lazy to argue with him, or the devil was deliberately teasing him. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, their kiss would be like a smoke-filled battle. Neither of them dared to step back, as if this was also a kind of surrender.
Moreover, in most cases, the devil's kiss was crazy, irrational, and unreasonable. It was like darkness sweeping the moonlight into the abyss, wanting to dye the light with a deep color.
From a man's point of view, he could easily see the strange intertwining patterns under the other party's open collar, and even the infinite spring light deeper inside.
Without a doubt, this pattern wasn't just for show.
As the embodiment of evil, No. 1 clearly understood that this pattern was the manifestation of Sab Nicholas's curse, which could affect the minds of intelligent creatures. According to the rules of the ten-sided die, when the host saw this pattern, he would prompt the trainee to pass a rationality test. If the rationality test didn't pass, the trainee would fall into a state of charm, which was equivalent to a charm switch that was always on. Moreover, its power was closely related to the charm of the cursed person's appearance.
Unfortunately, the two values of Zong Jiu weren't bad.
Because of this intense kiss, the suit jacket that the devil had personally draped over the magician's shoulders slipped to the ground due to gravity. No one reached out to grab it.
The devil looked down at the scene with his back against the light.
The young man's white hair was messy, his posture was lazy, and his eyes were hazy and absent-minded because of the turbulent emotions.
He didn't realize that because he was pressed against the wall, one of his hands involuntarily rested on the devil's shoulder. Because of the man's embrace, he tiptoed slightly and had no choice but to shift most of his weight.
It was like some kind of invitation that didn't need to be said.
The magician looked up lazily and pulled open his collar with his other empty hand.
He was very strong, and his wrist had undergone top-level strengthening. With a tug, he tore off the soaked white shirt on his body, leaving only a little hanging on his waist, revealing the mysterious pale skin on his back that was coated with a layer of silver-gray under the moonlight.
"Hey."
The young man's voice was unbelievably hoarse.
He bent his leg and pressed it against the devil's body. He used his knee to kick up the devil's body provocatively.
"What are you waiting for? Are you going to do it or not?"
Rejecting the words just now, this was an invitation.
The devil smiled faintly and responded with a kiss full of lust.
"Don't rush, take your time."
The puppet strings shredded the man's leather gloves, turning them into shreds that fell onto the carpet.
If there weren't the hideous scars on the hands behind his back, they wouldn't be much uglier than the magician's hands.
Without a doubt, the scars were more irritating than the flat hands. Just a simple touch was enough to set the prairie ablaze.
It wasn't as painful as the touch of the gloves in the bathroom, it was a million times worse.
Zong Jiu clenched his teeth, his eyes red.
This time, he had to clear his previous grievances and wipe away the shame!!!
"You're in such a hurry to throw yourself at me? Mr. Magician is so passionate. "
The man chuckled in his ear, his hands didn't stop moving at all. He looked down and enjoyed the scene of the young man struggling with himself. Instead, he increased the strength between his fingers.
The white-haired young man held onto the man's neck with one hand and was forced to expose himself.
The corners of his eyes were incredibly red under the pressure of his fingertips. His pupils were out of focus, his Adam's apple moved, his chest rose and fell violently, and he breathed rapidly. His whole body was trembling unconsciously, but he was pushing himself deeper into the devil's arms.
The puppet strings and the shadow were the devil's most loyal subjects. One of them helped lift him, and the other helped hold him in place.
The devil exclaimed happily in his heart, and the darkness in his pupils grew thicker.
His little magician must not know how beautiful he was now.
Whether it was to prove himself, he closed his eyes in vain, the silver-white eyelashes sweeping a crow's feather shadow under the moonlight, or the extreme endurance, unwilling to bow down and admit defeat.
It was as if they were branded and placed on the altar, waiting for the devil to collect the perfect sacrifice.
The pattern bloomed on the young man's back, like a scarlet rose blooming in the thorny field.
He raised his head like a dying swan. Finally, he couldn't control himself. His calves tightened like Naxos bending over to look at his reflection in the water. After a violent tremor, he suddenly collapsed. His body was incredibly soft.
This time, the devil didn't give him a chance to adapt.
The cold puppet threads held him firmly in the air. With a mocking look in his eyes, he slowly arranged his knife and fork, preparing to taste the feast he had been looking forward to for a long time.
A strange sense of possessiveness was at work. When he heard the magician say, "What does it have to do with you?", the devil's anger suddenly rose from his chest, screaming to tear apart his rationality, piercing through him mercilessly, and tearing apart the magician's cold mask on the surface.
The devil had never experienced such a novel emotion.
Gold, treasures, novelties, status.
The mortal world and the pursuit of vulgar mortals were not worth mentioning to him. They were even worse than the garbage on the roadside. He didn't even bother to look at them.
But now, his emotions were controlled by another person.
That person could easily provoke his anger, sway his reason, and make him lose his careless attitude towards everything.
The cynical spectator who coldly watched the struggles of the world was pulled into the mortal world, and he was no longer above all.
The magician now felt that the devil's anger came inexplicably. But in the Ultra S level dungeon, when he saw the white-haired young man being dragged into the air by the evil god, scarlet blood dripping down his white hair, and closing his eyes in exhaustion, that was the real anger of the man.
He should have killed him.
He should have killed him.
How could the devil allow himself to lose?
He was destined to die in his own hands, in his own bed, in the devil's cruel taunt.
Was it a deadly bullet or a bright thorny rose that came out of the gun?
A birdcage could hold a canary, but it could never hold a free eagle.
Everyone in the world was like a puzzle. Countless people were simple enough to see the answer at a glance. It was so boring that it was boring.
And the magician was destined to make the devil unable to find the answer.
So he allowed, he indulged.
He failed miserably.