Thriller Trainee

The night outside the window was full.

It was late at night, and the strange thing was that there was a huge forest outside. Not only was there no lighting setting around, but the sound of the director group guarding the shooting process in the castle in front of the camera, and there was not even the slightest call of birds and insects in the forest. , On the contrary, the silence is incredible.

A little farther away, you can hear curses coming from below from the gap in the middle of the stairs.

In the meantime, it was mixed with the screams of the fat house, the assistant's mechanical and weird chuckles, and the heavy objects suddenly fell to the ground, the glass suddenly shattered, and the blast of cold wind passed through the corridor, like a ghost roar.

The white-haired young man's wrist was held tightly by the man.

The hand with the characteristic roughness of the fabric slowly rubbed the bulge of the joint of his wrist, and the other hand squeezed into the gap between the latter's fingers, and clasped his ten fingers from behind.

The puppet silk complied with the master's wishes and firmly sealed the way for people to escape.

"I'm not waiting for the Lord Magician to help me with courtesy."

The man prolonged the ending, grasping the hand of the white-haired young man, letting him know his current soaring enthusiasm for a moment without a beak.

The magician's hands are undoubtedly beautiful to the utmost. They are distinct and slender. They are full of visual contrast when they are placed on black suits and pants, making them look like a piece of fine white jade.

More and more excited, visible to the naked eye.

While in the Las Vegas casino, others are looking down at their chips. The devil crossed his hands, crossed the remote gaming table, and fell on the magician who was holding a cigarette and vomiting, trying to disguise himself, but secretly changing cards and making small moves.

The original no.1 can easily see this, and has a murderous intent on this magician who has badly done his good deeds over and over again.

But why didn't he speak out to expose it?

Maybe it was because that scene was so beautiful, or maybe he felt that after the thriller trainee competition was held, it was not as interesting as he thought. All in all, in the following time, the demon discovered that no one could be more interesting than him.

The human malice in the world can bring very little freshness. There is only one person, and the devil will never guess what surprises he will bring to him next. I don't know when it has deteriorated, and the lingering killing intent has turned into a deep desire/hope. Even the iron law of "one must die" at the end of the two has turned a corner, leading to an unknown place.

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and sneered: "You rushed to get in there. I could solve it by myself. Why is it necessary to have a courteous relationship with you?"

When in the bathroom, the devil is purely a disservice.

Zong Jiu now accepts his fate to lift the curse, but anyway, even if he does with the devil, he will never be able to follow Fang's wishes and be the first to subdue the curse.

The familiar heat rushed up again along the cold fingertips of the other party.

This anxious and scorching rising feeling spread to the face, as if two people can exchange heat when they breathe while facing each other.

At this moment, the devil suddenly spoke with a cold expression.

"Disgusting resentment."

The dark golden pupils stared at him deeply, obscure and sharp inside, and only a little bit left him to pieces.

The man's voice is neither cold nor cold, and he can't distinguish his anger: "He touched you here?"

Zong Jiu folded his arms, "What does it matter to you?"

He drew his hand back and massaged the area where he was hurt just now.

The magician's hands have always been very precious, especially Zong Jiu had experienced the pain of crippling his hands before passing through the book, and how he couldn't help them. Naturally, he cherished the lost hands more and more.

However, just as he lowered his head, someone suddenly pinched his jaw and forced him to look up.

Cold lips/tongue invasion.

Where no one can see, shadows pierced from the darkness, crushing the evil spirits wandering in the castle.

Inexplicable anger.

Zong Jiu thought.

While he was forced to endure this predatory kiss, he was displeased by this headless act.

Devil's heart, needle on the bottom of the sea.

What I have to say is that the other party's repeated teases also made him angry.

So Zong Jiu bit back fiercely.

A long-lost, **** kiss.

The smell of rust spread in the mouths of the two people, spreading, and flooding the senses.

Unless the magician is too lazy to care about him, or the devil deliberately teases. Otherwise, in normal circumstances, their kissing is like a battle filled with smoke. No one dared to step back, as if this was a kind of conceding.

What's more, in most cases, the kiss of the devil is crazy, irrational and unreasonable, like darkness engulfing the moonlight and sinking into the abyss, and the light should be dyed with a deep color.

From a man's point of view, he can easily see the strange intertwined patterns under the other's open neckline, and even the boundless spring/light in the depths.

There is no doubt that this pattern is more than just an ornamental effect.

As the embodiment of evil thoughts, no.1 clearly understands that this pattern is the manifestation of the curse of Shabu Nicholas, which can affect the minds of intelligent creatures. According to the ten-sided dice rule, when seeing this pattern, the host will remind the trainees that they need to pass a sanity check. If they fail the sanity check, they will fall into a state of being charmed, which is equivalent to a charm switch that is always on. Moreover, its power is closely related to the charm value of the cursed person's appearance.

Unfortunately, Zong Jiu's two values ​​are not bad.

Because of this intense kiss, the suit jacket that was just draped by the demon on the magician's shoulders fell to the ground along gravity, and no one reached out to catch it.

The devil looked at this scene condescendingly against the light.

The young man's white hair is messy, his posture is lazy, and his eyes become dim and absent because of the turbulent emotions/intentions.

He didn't notice that because he was pressed against the wall, he involuntarily put one hand on the shoulder of the devil, and because of the man's hug, his toes rose slightly, and he had to shift most of his center of gravity.

It's like some kind of invitation that doesn't need to be announced.

The magician raised his eyes lazily, and his other free hand pulled open his neckline.

With great strength, coupled with the top-level strengthening of his wrists, he pulled off the soaked white shirt from his body with a single pull. Only a little was left hanging on his waist, revealing the mysterious behind, plated by moonlight. A layer of pale skin with silver gray.

"Hey."

The youth's voice was incredibly hoarse.

He bent his leg, pressed it against the opponent, kicked it up with his knee, and ignited provocatively.

"Well, do you want to do it or not."

Dismissed just now, this is the invitation.

The devil smiled but didn't smile, and responded to him with a kiss full of eroticism.

"Don't worry, take your time."

The puppet thread shredded the leather gloves that the man had dropped, turned into rags and fell on the carpet.

If there are no hideous scars on the hands behind them, they are actually not much uglier than the hands of the magician.

There is no doubt that scars are more irritating than flat hands. Just a simple touch can ignite a prairie fire.

This is not more than the feeling of gloves in the bathroom just now, on the contrary, it is more than ten million times.

Zong Jiu clenched his teeth, his eyes flushed.

This time he must clean up his previous grievances and shame him! ! !

"So anxious to give me a hug? Mr. Magic is really enthusiastic."

The man chuckled in his ears, his hand movement did not stop, he lowered his eyes and satisfactorily admired the scene of the young man fighting against him, but he aggravated the force of his fingers badly.

The white-haired youth clung one hand to the man's neck and was forced to show himself.

The end of his eyes was incredibly red under the pressure of his fingertips, his pupils were out of focus, his throat and knots rolled, his chest/heart undulated violently, and his breathing was fast. .

Puppet Silk and Shadow are the devil's most loyal subjects, one of them helps to lift, the other helps to fix.

The devil exclaimed happily in his heart, his pupils getting darker.

His little magician would never know how beautiful he is now.

Whether it is to prove yourself, close your eyes in vain, and the silver-white eyelashes swept a shadow of crow feathers in the moonlight, or the appearance of the ultimate reclusiveness/bearance, unwilling to bow your head and give up.

They all seem to be branded and placed on the altar, waiting for the perfect sacrifice for the demon to pick/pick.

The pattern bloomed on the young man's back, and scarlet roses bloomed in the thorny field.

He raised his head, like a dying swan, finally unable to control it, his calf as tight as Naxos bending over to see his reflection on the water. After a violent tremor, he collapsed suddenly and his body was incredibly soft.

This time, the devil did not give him a chance to adapt.

The cold puppet silk firmly fixed the person in the air, and he slowly placed his knives and forks with his eyes full of playfulness, ready to taste his long-awaited feast of delicacies.

Strange possessiveness is at work. When the other party said faintly, "What's your business?", the devil's anger suddenly rose from his chest, clamoring to shred people's senses, piercing/piercing him fiercely, and tearing the indifferent mask on the surface of the magician.

The devil had never experienced such a novel emotion.

Golden treasures, novelties, status and status.

The pursuit of the world and the vulgar mortal is not worth mentioning to him, even worse than the **** on the roadside, and even a look is owed.

But now, his emotions are controlled by another person.

That person can easily provoke his anger, influence his sanity, and make him lose his careless attitude towards everything.

Cynical, watchers who watched the world's struggles and muds were dragged into the world, and no longer overpowered beings.

The magician now feels that the devil’s anger is inexplicable, but in that Super S Grade instance, when he saw the white-haired youth being dragged into the air by the evil god, scarlet blood dripped down the white hair, tired and closed his eyes. It's the man's real monstrous anger.

Should have killed him.

Should have killed him long ago.

How can the devil allow himself to lose.

He was destined to die only in his own hands, in his own bed, in the cruel top of the devil.

Is the deadly bullet/bullet coming out of the muzzle or a bright, thorny rose?

A birdcage can hold a canary, but it can never hold a free falcon.

Everyone in the world is like a puzzle, countless people can see the answer at a glance, and it's so boring.

The magician is destined to make the devil never find a solution.

So he allowed, he indulged.

He was defeated.