Thriller Trainee

The bathroom is very dark.

In the silence, the sound outside the door became more and more harsh.

Hearing the words of Emperor Ye, although the other two people still had trepidation in their hearts, they thought that the other person would immediately follow the script and walked into the bathroom to stage a passionate scene with the white-haired youth. The expressions of the fat house and the assistants were momentary. Unnaturally twisted, deep jealousy appeared in the dark misty eyes.

So when Ye Yingdi realized that he couldn't open the door, both of them had smirking expressions on their faces.

What no one knows is that today's door is another scene.

The light in the bathroom flashed twice and went out suddenly. As if this narrow world was invaded by the darkness of this old castle, it fell into a deep night and became lifeless.

Zong Jiu squinted his eyes, his body tightened, holding the Holy Physics Sword in his hand, and carefully staring at the doorway.

Without warning, in the next second, he was pressed against the wall, and his jaw was forced to be broken to one side and raised, and his cold lips suddenly pressed from the void.

I don't know when, in the phantom behind him, there is an extra person.

This kiss was very aggressive, and even with inexplicable anger, it pried open the magician's teeth forcefully and cruelly, looted the air in the latter's lips and teeth, and punished him.

Feeling this familiar cold touch, Zong Jiu was stunned for a moment, causing the Holy Sword of Physics in his hand to not be swung up in the first time. He lost the best opportunity to resist and could only be killed by others.

The invisible lines of puppets intersect in the dark, firmly locking up all the retreats of the white-haired youth.

After a long time, Zong Jiucai said hoarsely: "Are you angry?"

I have to say that this discovery surprised the magician.

Although the devil is usually elusive, most of them go crazy in a vague manner, and it is rare to express their true emotions so clearly.

The last time he was so angry was when the little demon let go of Zong Jiu's hand and fell into lava, and the big demon descended on the black mud and destroyed the S-level instance.

So Zong Jiu felt very surprised.

Not only was he surprised at this, he was even more surprised at why the devil would follow.

Don't say it, the old enemy is so diligent these days, even if you can't kill the other party, you have to rush up to find it. The Super S Grade dungeon travels through the turbulence of space to watch the jokes, it's fine, and the punishment copy is coming?

I have to say, really dedicated.

The man put his arms around the waist of the white-haired young man from behind, and his dark golden pupils were obscure where he could not see.

He didn't answer this question. Instead, his fingertips followed the young man's slender neck/neck and landed on the strange and peculiarly beautiful pattern on the opponent's collarbone.

The unique friction/squeeze texture of the fabric rotates on the skin/skin, and slides down the open gap of the neckline to another pattern on the chest.

The fingers are cold, and they don't even take much force to touch.

But just so, Zong Jiu still felt that something he had suppressed for a long time broke out at this moment.

His face paler than ordinary people suddenly turned red with abnormal redness, and his long and narrow eyes lost consciousness for a moment, and he couldn't even hold his center of gravity while standing, and he slumped to the demon behind him, and he could only use his arms. Only the hand holding him can barely fall down.

Zong Jiu cursed in his heart.

He dare to say that he has never been so embarrassed in his life, at least in this aspect, absolutely never.

The silence did not last long.

Soon, the previously inexplicable atmosphere suddenly dissipated and became ambiguous.

The face of the black-haired demon reappeared with the usual careless smile, his fingertips crushed the invisible headset, and he whirled on the magician with malicious intent.

He raised his hand lazily, and the light in the bathroom suddenly turned on.

Through the dim vision, Zong Jiu saw himself on the glass reflection of the bathroom door.

The young man was hugged by the person in the shadows behind him, his white hair clung to the side of his face randomly, his soaked white shirt was loose and slumped on his body, and the color inside was vaguely visible, his chest and mouth were not. He undulates normally and hurriedly, his face flushed beyond words.

"Look, see, see."

The devil spoke slowly, and his gaze slowly traversed every inch of the young man's body on the reflection.

The man gazed with satisfaction at the appearance of the delicacy in the reflection, like an experienced eater, and began to figure out where to start to better taste the delicacy.

"This is what our famous magician looks like now."

He obviously didn't do anything, just the simplest gaze can make Zong Jiu's thoughts fall into chaos even further, making people tickled with anger.

Under the curse of Cthulhu, any small movement will cause a series of chain reactions.

Zong Jiu didn't need to lower his head, he knew that the retribution that he laughed at the devil's estrus/love had reappeared on him.

Inexplicably, he was a little irritable, and said in a cold voice, "Done?"

"If it's just to appreciate my embarrassment, then you can roll after watching it now."

The devil stretched out his hand and said innocently: "My dear Lord Magician, how can you think that I came just to appreciate your embarrassment?"

"On the contrary...I am really satisfied with the way you look now."

In order to verify his statement, the devil held the person in his arms more tightly, so that the other person could feel his enthusiasm more, and his tone was joking.

"I think on the night of the dance party, Mr. Magician easily set fire to people, but in the end left the poor demon lying on the cold ground, alas."

He sighed: "It was really a long night, a lonely night."

The man lowered his head and slowly pecked at the side of his neck, as cold as a reptile swimming by.

The good smell of cold cedar wood envelops his senses, making it more sexual/interesting.

"After making such a ruthless move, has the cold-sex Mr. Magician ever imagined his current situation?"

"laugh."

After hearing the devil say so much, Zong Jiu became more relaxed.

He still maintained this lazy posture.

Even if he knew that he was now at the end of the crossbow, Zong Jiu was still holding on, frantically provoking in front of his old enemy.

The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows: "Done? Go away when you're finished."

With the evil taste of the devil, when I was rejected, I probably remembered it in my heart. Now that he is also too hard to speak, and he still has to deal with him here, isn't it just to let him take the initiative?

As the saying goes, it is usually the enemy who knows you best. But Zong Jiu just didn't get on the set.

All the **** men, can't solve this kind of mess with the five-finger girl?

Blame no.1, if he doesn't come, Zong Jiu feels that he can survive the curse for a while.

By the way, he came, and it didn't matter if he came here, it didn't matter if he added fuel to the fire, he forced a lot of nonsense.

In this case, even if it is done, it will be based on what it needs.

But want him to bow his head? joke.

As Zong Jiu thought about it, he didn't bother to care whether the devil would go or not.

Anyway, he is now on the string and has to send it.

If you have to say something like shame, do people with lack of emotion have it?

After playing the Cthulhu in front of the Cthulhu, chanting that he is the king of the world, Hasta, the lord of the deep sky and the sea, nothing can defeat the magician! It's the same even if you solve your needs/demands in front of your old enemies!

So Zong Jiu repeated the same mistakes and firmly made a provocative move against his face again.

The magician has never done this kind of thing, but now it is a special situation, and he feels unbelievably sensitive. Almost just after covering it, he involuntarily let out a contented sigh from his throat, scratching his helmet and abandoning his armor, and he was defeated.

The white-haired young man in the reflection squinted his eyes comfortably.

While repeating an action, he continued to add fuel to the fire: "If you see enough, get out. Do you like to help or not, the big deal is that I will find the ghost king outside to solve it. Anyway, it is written in the script. They are all grown-ups. , Take what you need, who cares..."

In the next second, a breath of danger enveloped him from all directions.

Zong Jiu was pinched by the back of his neck, and suddenly became a spirit, and the puppet silk firmly bound his hands into the shadow.

The devil chose to directly block the provoking and chattering mouth.

Neither of them noticed that kissing had become a matter of course to them unconsciously, as if the relationship between endless rivals was born to be like this.

They still did not mention the ending of the Super S Grade dungeon very tacitly, whether it was the sudden appearance of the devil or the last glance of Zong Jiu's eyes after thinking that he was bound to die.

Just like Judgment Day.

Some things are destined to change only subtly.

Another cold hand replaced him.

At that moment, Zong Jiu was trembling with the cold, and almost immediately lost his interest.

However, he soon had no room for thinking about these messes.

After changing Zong Jiu's criticism of the inability of demon technology, the opponent now doesn't know what evolutionary upgrade has been exchanged in the main system, and his hands are incredibly good.

The cold as ice book controlled him unhurriedly, making him reach the top of the cloud and falling into the bottom of the valley.

"Comfortable?"

The black-haired demon chuckled harshly in his ears, as if mocking his imprisoned but still irresponsible provocation.

"you......"

A layer of cold-blooded physiological tears appeared in the pupils of the white-haired youth, misty, and the whole body convulsed abnormally, but sank deeper and deeper.

The originally cold air also became dry/hot, and the young man gritted his teeth, unwilling to make any noise.

Doing this kind of thing by yourself and doing it by others are two concepts.

It was the first time, and it was in the case of a curse bonus. In almost a few minutes, Zong Jiu felt like he was being thrown high.

The icy cold water sprinkled from the high ceiling of the bathroom. Because of disrepair, no one has used it for so many years. The water sprayed from the shaggy head was dripping drop by drop, and it didn't even form a line. It stuck to the white gloves wet and shook twice, looking very pitiful.

Uncontrollable laughter sounded from the man's throat, and with the agitation of his chest, he tried his best to show his current joy.

However, the devil could not laugh for long. The white-haired young man who seized the opportunity of the unwillingness to sneer again and again, taking advantage of the good opportunity of this enemy to relax his vigilance, he took the Holy Sword of Physics in his hand and pulled it back, which can be said to put on his pants and turn his face in disapproval.

What happens when a prop that can fight angels with a full blow?

Now the answer can be given right away, because the devil was drawn back into the shadow by the angry magician without any precautions.

no.1 sturdily froze for a while, stood still, and laughed loudly after a while.

The tip of his scarlet tongue was gently scratched on the warm liquid still contaminated with his gloves, and he squinted his eyes happily, looking in a good mood.

The magician would never know how fragrant he smelled.

......

Zong Jiu walked out of the bathroom with a clear face.

Like the devil, he is a very honest person in this regard. So let alone almost nothing happened, even if something happened, he couldn't show such a gaping expression.

...In the final analysis, the main thing is that the self-esteem as a man has been hit.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Zong Jiu even looked like turning his head and going back to come with the devil again to prove himself and restore his dignity.

However, someone outside the corridor looked worse than him.

For example, being kept outside the door, he could not spy on the slightest Ye Ying emperor inside.