Thriller Trainee

"That's a good idea."

After saying this, the devil and the magician disappeared into the shadows, leaving a person in the banquet hall staring at each other.

After a long time, after confirming that they were gone forever, someone tremblingly asked: "This...what is going on?"

The first sound was like turning on a signal, and the trainees in the hall chatted and discussed.

"It turns out that the adult really knew the magician, hahahahaha." The other trainee smiled awkwardly.

"I feel that the relationship between the two S-class bosses is quite good. But yes, the adults have publicly expressed their love for the magician. There were no rumors that the magician accepted the solicitation of the night race, and no.2 Fanzhuo. After walking very close, did the lord still express his dissatisfaction with the magician? The rumor was spread so eloquently at the beginning, but now it seems to be nothing more than a rumor."

"Indeed, they seem to have a really good relationship...so I still care a little about the devil's last words, good idea? What good idea?"

There was silence in the hall, and no one answered the question.

It took a long time for someone to say: "In short, the magician is now no.9. As for the others, it's all about the big guys. It has nothing to do with us, so don't worry about that much."

Everyone nodded busy.

Only the live broadcast room with rich imagination exploded into fireworks.

[I havetily, lords, combined with the barrage that was wrong before, I feel like I understand something]

[Upstairs, you are not alone, so am I...]

[So everyone thinks that the adult said, ‘This is a good idea’, is he trying to practice the unspoken rules on the magician? woc, don’t talk about anything else, if you think about it, what’s wrong between them can really be explained]

[All the sisters upstairs, it’s not me who changed color, fuck]

But after a while, some passersby and followers were dissatisfied.

[Can you stop talking nonsense, this is obviously the care of the older generations to the younger generations. It's not necessary to force Lalang, what the hell, did you see it lying under the bed? 】

[That is, whether it is the magician or the adult, it is disgusting to involve them in such a joke. Everyone knows that there is not much to talk about feelings in the infinite loop, and you have to make such disgusting jokes, so you like to match up and go to your forum section to do it, and you have to pollute our eyes here.]

[Silent, just kidding, you can all go online, please, this is a horror trainee game, not a play house, you should go to the hospital if you are sick, what I think every day is that these are not available, why didn’t you let them? Are you dead in the copy]

[Indeed, looking at people like this, the top of the sky is just a bed partner. Isn't it normal in an infinite loop? Is it necessary to be so excited? 】

Because someone may die anytime and anywhere, the intimacy in the infinite loop is very weak, and there may be good friends who make life and death, but there are very few couples who can support together from the end to the end. Most of them are bed partners who are in an extremely depressive environment and solve their physiological needs. Coupled with the extremely distorted worship of the strong, everyone agrees that the strong can have more resources.

So the barrage started a new round of war.

On the contrary, in the banquet hall, everyone seldom announces their true thoughts to the public, but stands silently.

The lead violinist drew the bowstring again, and the organ orchestra began to play a new dance music.

The trainees were all taken aback, and then symbolically began to dance.

Of course, after so many things have happened, now everyone is a little absent-minded, and even the original activities of finding a partner with great interest are not so active.

The mask masquerade party has only started for a little over an hour, and it has experienced such a twists and turns, and even the identity of the mysterious teacher has been turned upside down. For this reason, the trainees have a plan.

What is the relationship between magician and demon, no.1 and no.9, is not important.

The important thing is that the adult is very concerned and caring about no.9, that's enough.

Originally, the magician himself is strong, and the background is still so stable, so people are really more popular than others.

The Gu Cultivator who had been kneeling on the ground stood up tremblingly, his whole body was soft, his face was green and white.

He seemed to be able to hear the ridicule from all directions, which made him want to find a place to sew in, and hurriedly applied to the main system to leave the banquet hall.

On the other side, the beautiful girl Tu Yumen, who was holding her ass, withdrew her gaze and continued to stare at the penguin Zhuge in front of her.

Both of them had their masks worn on their faces gracefully, without the slightest trace of falling off, but because of the embarrassing changes just now, they both figured out who the other party was.

Zhuge secretly stared at Tu Yumen's blue and white sailor suit with a pair of ponytail miniskirts and stockings, and Tu Yumen stared at Zhuge's dark penguin headgear, both fell silent.

It was in the darkness just now, when Zhuge secretly received a prompt from the main system, and only then did he recognize the Tuyumen. But even if he counts, he still didn't count the other party...well...has an extraordinary hobby for women's clothing.

The same is true for Tu Yumen, his eyes with exaggerated cosmetic contact lenses are full of undisguised shock. I didn't expect Zhuge to be indifferent and calm on weekdays, and he would not pay for his life. I didn't expect to like it so much in private...Uh...small animals.

After a long time, Tu Yumen took the lead to break the silence, "The magician..."

"Nothing will happen." Zhuge secretly denied.

Zong Jiu is indeed inevitable, but he is not here.

So the two were relatively speechless again.

"I will tell you the whereabouts of the exorcist..." After a while, the Penguin said quietly.

Tu Yumen hurriedly connected, "I am amnesia on the spot immediately, right away."

Zhuge nodded in satisfaction.

Tu Yumen lowered his hand covering his butt, and was about to shake his hand symbolically, representing the completion of the transaction, but didn't want the other party to glance at his hand with extremely clean eyes, and slowly spoke.

"He is behind you."

Domemon:? ? ?

The beautiful girl with double ponytails turned stiffly, saw the person behind patted his ass, smiled and whistle: "Hey, old man, isn't it cold to be naked?"

Zhuge dark your mother's old yin ratio, yin me!

The Onmyoji turned angrily, only to see the penguin retreat, and quickly disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Hell, why did he forget, Zhuge An started his family by relying on big flicks!

Tu Yumen regretted that his intestines were all green. Hearing the main system reminding him that he was deducted nine hundred points again, he pretended to say calmly, "How do you touch him?"

"No way," the exorcist spread his hands, "I have given too much."

"Come on, buddy, willing to bet and lose, where is the blue ticket?"

The heart of Onmyoji was bleeding, but now the situation is urgent. In order to block the mouth of the exorcist, he hurriedly picked out a blue ticket from the system backpack.

"Here you give it to you, you quickly forget this scene for me, have you heard it!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of exclamation around, and it quieted down for a moment.

Tu Yumen felt strange, raised his head subconsciously, and found that the people around here were all staring at the blue ticket in his hand.

As we all know, the blue ticket is a great weapon for those who specialize in Onmyoji abilities, but because of the difficulty of production, so many onmyoji abilities, now only no.10 Tuyumen can make it. Just like No.2 Fanzhuo’s Sabre Caligula, and No.3 Zhuge Dark’s Taiji Bagua Pan, it belongs to the kind of special props with strong directivity.

This also indicates that as long as it is taken out, everyone can recognize it.

At first, everyone didn't notice here. After all, two people were talking, who would be bored to pay attention to it all the time. But the Penguin brought a lot of sight, and the posture of the beautiful girl in the sailor suit looked a little strange, so someone paid attention to it.

And Tu Yumen was in a hurry, for fear that the exorcist would miss it, and suddenly forgot about the matter in a hurry, and took out his blue talisman in the crowd.

Coincidentally, this scene happened to be seen by a trainee.

The first person who saw it exclaimed and attracted the attention of others, and more and more people saw it.

[I...you...I don’t know what to say, just, Tuyumen is quite talented in women's clothing]

[I, ah, can't say anything. It turns out that the non-Chief Onmyoji has such an unknown hobby in private]

[Sisters, I guessed who the young lady in sailor suit was for so long, but I never thought it would be him]

[Farewell, this kind of scene of death in public society can only be owned by the onmyoji master who is full of anger, light wax. jpg]

Domemon: "..."

He stood numbly on the spot, listening to the endless sound of system deduction points in his ears, resigned to his fate in the atmosphere of social death, and pressed the button to send out the banquet hall.

Others stop being human, and he can't be human anymore.

At this moment, the non-Chief Onmyoji suddenly ignited great enthusiasm for the thriller trainee competition.

If he can make his final C debut and get the universal wishing ticket, then he must--

Let everyone, immediately, immediately, forget this scene (screaming)!

Ah annoying, this world, destroy it!

......

The room of no.1 is very dark.

Everything is the same as when Zong Jiu came last time.

The thick and breathless darkness filled this huge room, and the only light source was the cold moonlight on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows next to the bathtub.

The young man’s waist-long white hair was spread out, his back was pressed vigorously against the wall, his hands were still bound by the cold puppet silk, and he was willing to ask for it.

The black-haired demon pinched the jaw of the beautiful young man, forcing the latter to raise his head. While the magician had not recovered from the shadows of migration, his cold lips/tongue pried/opened his teeth like a flexible snake. , Wantonly attacking / city / slightly / land within the latter's thin lips, admiring the opponent's rare expression of being endured at this moment.

It's a pity only a short second.

After a second, those pale pink eyes finally turned from loose to sharp.

Suddenly being invaded by such a cold temperature, Zong Jiu frowned from the cold, and kicked at the opponent with his knees, trying to end this inexplicable kiss.

The black-haired demon who had been looking at him with his eyes open had anticipated this in advance, and his white-gloved fingers hooked slightly, and countless puppet threads escaping from the void bound the magician in place.

At this moment, his other hand hit the waist that he had judged to be "too thin" just now, and he pushed the person into his arms.

The magician was only allowed to sink into the arms of the devil. Otherwise, there is no way out.

Zong Jiu squinted his eyes and coldly stared at the pupils full of obscure desires.

Without warning, he bit down hard.

A strong smell of rust overflowed in the mouth, filling the cold kiss.

Zong Jiu showed no mercy in this bite, and his sharp tiger teeth cut through the tip of his uninvited tongue.

Streaks of scarlet blood dripped from the corner of the man's mouth and dripped on the face of the magician's wristwatch without gloves.

It turned out that the blood of the devil was as cold as his body temperature.

In a daze, Zong Jiu suddenly had such an untimely thought.

After seeing the blood, the demon not only did not stop, but because the smell of blood intensified, the dark golden eyes burned into a raging fire, like a beast released from a prison cage, breaking the realm of a madman.

His hand moved from the chin of the white-haired young man to the back of his neck, rubbing/tapping the fragile carotid artery, and pressing the person against the wall firmly, not allowing any escape from the other party, but long/driving/straight/ In, kiss deeper.

The kiss of no.1 does not have any kissing skills at all, the action is so rough/violent, I only know that it is deep/into and deep/in blindly, and it continuously sweeps every corner of the magician’s mouth, incarnate as a gluttonous plunder Breathe, absorb body fluids.

Since there was no way to escape, Zong Jiu stopped thinking about it.

He paused and retaliated back with the same unfamiliar kissing technique.

All grown-ups, just a kiss, whocares?

Their lips/tongues curled up and danced with blood.

To say that this is a kiss is better to say that this is a bite between wild animals, crazy, wanton, and hearty.

It is no different from any previous gambling, game, and tit-for-tat. Only this time, the battlefield was moved from the horror copy of the thriller trainee game to Fang Cun.

In this huge dark room, in a corner that no one saw, they were entangled with their lips, and they wanted to tell the victory or defeat.

It was supposed to be a deadly rival that turned a corner in the middle of the contest, maybe because of some stupid joke of fate, everything turned to the unknown.

Several times, the silver-red crown almost slipped off the top of his head, and it was the ubiquitous puppet that helped the magician to re-righte.

If possible, they will kiss until the end of the world.

Because no one is willing to retreat, no one is willing to admit defeat.

Not far away, the weeping Madonna was weeping and weeping, watching the scene with hollow eyes.

The Last Supper, carefully portrayed in the portrait, **** and his disciples cheered in the dark.

After a long time, the kiss that both sides did not show weakness slowly stopped.

The unique, full of cold wood cedar scent is ringed in front of the chest by the devil.

The evil dragon monopolized his treasure and sighed with satisfaction.

The devil reluctantly evacuated and licked the magician's gorgeous/little/blooded lips before leaving.

After all, the aggressor had the upper hand.

Zong Jiu raised his head and leaned against the wall, his long hair wet with sweat, and the throat/knot on his slender neck rolled quickly.

"...Let go of my hand."

He waited until he spoke before he noticed that his voice at the moment was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.

Obviously panting, but desperately trying to conceal this in front of his old enemy, and restore his appearance as if nothing had happened.

The demon with a satiated expression readily followed suit.

The man pulled his tie, and did not forget to pull the tie off the other person.

The puppet thread that bound the hands of the white-haired young man disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The next second, the panting magician suddenly hooked the black-haired demon's neck, forcing the other party to lower his head and offer a kiss on his own initiative.

This action caused the latter to stagnate for a moment, his pupils opened slightly, and then he hugged the person tightly, his chest trembled uncontrollably, and gave out a pleasant sullen laugh, starting a new round of fierce fighting.

Zong Jiuman, who also has no kissing skills at all, was thinking of pulling back a city, and the downwind who had just fallen in front of his old enemy said nothing.

This time, the heat exchange was attached to the cold.

The difference from the previous **** kiss is that this kiss is obviously much crazier and ardent.

Two bodies that are incompatible with the world are huddled together, hiding extremely similar and completely different souls, kissing and laughing, sharing each other's different temperatures.

Take pleasure in the suffering of others in the world, perform deceptive tricks under the light. A lack of interest, a gap. Difficult to fill.

They all seem to be missing something, but they seem to find a complement from each other while they kiss, and they are finally complete.

(Please look at it carefully, this paragraph is a description, they really did nothing, nothing! Nothing! Do! The original intention of the expression is that two people with a certain emotional lack found complements in each other. Just let me pass the New Year, a good person will live a safe life))

A madman doesn't know how to kiss, nor can a magician.

They will only bite desperately, trying to swallow the other's movements and resistance, swallow them into their throats, and embed their own bone blood.

Both demons and magicians are creatures that don't know what love is.

They are smart, they are arrogant, they have the same madness in their bones, but they will never learn to love others.

Love is armor, but also a weakness. They have no weakness, but they have also lost their armor.

For the first time, the demon let go of winning or losing, and kissed the magician back with a big laugh.

He simply revealed his domain and let the other party laboriously explore in the cold hell.

The man lazily hugged the person, his hands on the back of his neck played with the other's white hair hanging down, and slowly roamed around the loose clothing.

The magician still wore the same clothes as the devil.

The figure of the devil is much wider than that of the slender magician. Because of the sudden shrinkage and shortness of the figure, the suit that originally fitted became loose at this moment, draped over the body, like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

After the tie was untied, the white shirt was no longer bound, and because they were too aggressive/deep/kissed, the neckline loosened a large area, exposing a large area of ​​skin on the back that was so white that it could almost emit fluorescence in the dark.

The dark golden pupils stared at the clavicle/bone that rises/falls/falls with breathing.

This is not the gaze of an ordinary seasoned hunter focusing on his prey. On the contrary, it is more like the diners staring at a feast of delicacies on the table, thinking about how to take the opponent apart and eat slowly.

The man is thoughtful.

He finally understood why he had a kind of thirst when facing a magician before, and a more anxious desire/hope than killing intent.

...That is sex/desire.

The cold white gloves sneaked around in front of him while the white-haired young man was trying to adjust to his temperature, and unbuttoned the dark gray vest.

It was originally the clothes of the devil, and no one was more familiar with its structure than the devil.

The man gently hooked, and before the magician hadn't reacted, the waistcoat that was responsible for tightening the waistline was unbuttoned and put it on his open arm. From his condescending perspective, he can see deeper/a touch of redness/redness.

Clusters of dark flames ignited in the pupils.

The other hand penetrated through the open neckline of the shirt, and slowly moved upward along the line of the depression of the young man's spine, or pressed lightly or hardly to the shoulder blade, like a hint that did not need to be declared.

Zong Jiu, who was frowning and trying to gain the upper hand, came back to his senses, his pale pink eyes were full of clarity.

The devil admired the redness of the other's eyes from the kiss, and the fingers tightened around the tight waistline, which seemed to have a further trend.

They finally separated from the second kiss, and the originally cold air seemed to be stained with some inexplicable ambiguity.

The heat rose silently in the air.

Zong Jiu's expression was a little weird.

Although their lips parted, they were still very close.

White is imprisoned by black. The cold and warm breath intertwined, like a pair of lovers intimately.

(I beg you to review this paragraph without ghs. They really didn’t do it. They just say hi! If you delete it, it will affect the person settings. I have changed it many times. If you have a new year, please let me out. Happy New Year, a good person will live a safe life 55555)

At such a close distance, the changes in the body can be seen at a glance.

After a moment of silence, the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, "Did you react?"

The man chuckled.

After acknowledging it in disguise, he made an invitation in a dull voice, and by the way, he released the control of the other party.

"Come and do it?"

The devil always obeyed his own will.

He has ignored countless men and women, even the same **** who indulges in the dark.

But with malice as his body, twisted as flesh and blood, and hatred as blood, he was not interested in it at all, he only felt that they were inferior and mean.

But now, he has sex/desire for his old enemy.

The devil readily accepted this, his blood boiled eagerly.

He wanted to severely tear off the other side's sexual/cold skin and drag him down together.

The magician's clothes must be hung on his body without falling off, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

The white-haired young man did not answer, but put his hand into the system backpack without a trace.

When the devil came forward, he put his hand on the opponent's shoulder without rushing.

A budding rose bloomed quietly with dew dripping.

[S-level trainee Zongjiu used B-level props on you: the rose of planet B612]

[You have been fixed, the time limit is three minutes]

The magician broke free from the wall flexibly, kicked the stiff demon to the ground, and ran the opponent with black shoes by the way.

Visible to the naked eye, although the other party could not move, he was even more excited.

The dark golden eyes rolled with colors that were hot enough to shine in the dark, as if being stared at by the abyss.

Zong Jiu slowly took out the extremely familiar room card from his pocket, and walked towards the door without stopping.

He turned sideways and raised his eyebrows with a sneer.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in this for the time being. You can solve it yourself."