Thriller Trainee

The night is still quiet.

I don't know when, the sounds coming from the bottom of the stairs were all silent, and even the strong wind that had passed through the windows at both ends stopped. The huge old castle was incredibly quiet and lifeless.

Those shadows were surging, gradually cruising from the wall, pulling into a surging curtain, sealing the entire third-floor staircase.

If someone looks out the window at this time, they will find--

Not only the inside of the castle, but the entire sky is raining black. But they avoided the moon very tacitly, leaving a touch of afterglow on the earth.

This copy of punishment is collapsing.

Whose possessiveness is at work, does not allow anyone who dares to covet his possessions to continue to survive in this world.

Just like old enemies and lovers, after crossing that line, there will always be only boundaries blurred.

The old enemy is the old enemy who belongs only to the devil, and the lover is the lover who belongs only to the devil.

What is the difference between fighting under the bed and fighting in the bed?

The shadow cuts into the narrow space, and the long hair flowing down is grasped by the man with one hand, passing through the criss-crossing scars of the fingers, sliding down the back of the hand, the tail end swinging in the cold air, and silvery white silver Glory into one.

In order to restore that point of self-esteem as a man, Zong Jiu bitterly restrained for a long time, only through the constantly shaking eyelashes to see his futile efforts.

It is a pity that the more restrained he is, the more energetic the devil becomes. The battlefield seems to have shifted from other places to this square inch, and the tug of war begins again.

The young man tensed his body, raised his head, his slender neck trembled in vain, like a dying swan, and his pale pink pupils were lost and lost.

After recovering from that short and long time, Zong Jiu found out that he was leaning weakly against the devil's chest in a clumsy/soft clinging posture, with his long hair hanging down, and being carelessly gathered by the latter. Point to play.

The instigator was looking at him with a smile, and repeated the question that hadn't been answered in the bathroom not long ago.

"Are you comfortable, my little magician?"

As he asked, he clasped his fingers with the young man's hand from behind, seemingly inadvertently grasping the magician's hand, and caged the moonlight projected in from a distance. Watching the fingertips quivering pitifully twice, laughing a few times from the chest, bending the knuckles, and placing the magician's warm fingers on his lips, just like tasting yourself before taking it apart. The cake was licked carefully and cleanly.

In the end, the man kissed his fingertips and said jokingly: "Baby, your taste is so sweet."

Zong Jiu: "..."

by. Lost.

He finally understood why so many people were addicted to it.

The magician, who has always been honest with desires and hopes, has to admit that he is really comfortable, and he is so comfortable that it is difficult for him to hold on to himself.

What was unwilling to do was that the demon who had been provoked by him and refused to say "Your skills are too bad" didn't know where to learn a skill, so he easily let him throw away his armor and surrender.

Unhappy, quite unhappy.

Out of the unwillingness of "never bow your head in front of your old enemy", Zong Jiu ignored the puppet thread that was wrapped around his waist and decisively put on a look like no big deal, just like a pet. The arrogant and unfamiliar cat waved his paw and made mockery.

"Compared to your poor technique, that's it."

The man looked at him with a faint smile, and suddenly attacked, "Oh?"

"hiss--"

The sudden stimulus shocked the white-haired young man, who subconsciously wanted to struggle to escape from the extremely cold finger.

But he couldn't do it.

The shadow and the puppet line together sealed his retreat.

Even before Zong Jiu himself hadn’t noticed it, those puppet silks with a material similar to steel wire had firmly entangled his feet/ankles, making him forced to stand on tiptoe, and he could only rely on the other party’s center of gravity. A posture that is better to be explored when being held up.

Just like a large doll dedicated to the devil, play around at will.

Although Zong Jiu knew that the other party's body temperature was very cold. But he never thought that it was just a finger that could be cold like this.

This **** hand is no different from Bingtuo, Zong Jiu can't imagine what kind of torture will be ushered in after this long tug-of-war.

The devil is not a kind of gentle and considerate lover at all. It has been a great kindness to be able to let go of the magician for so long before. Now, under the provocation of Zong Jiu one after another, those dark golden pupils narrowed dangerously and decided to solve the problem from the source. problem.

Since the words are so unpleasant, let him be speechless.

The darkness began his expansion and occupation, and the moonlight came over the window one after another, and the interval was faster than the storm. It was ruthless and unreasonable.

Due to the side effects of the curse and the moonlight just once, the white-haired magician's body is now so soft that he can't lift it up with any strength. He can only hook the man's neck with one hand, close his eyes and grit his teeth.

The cold hands seemed to be contaminated with the frighteningly high temperature of the young man, messing up people's sanity.

The black-haired demon looked at him condescendingly, perhaps because of some deeper meaning, perhaps it was exclamation, perhaps it was love and affection. The man suddenly leaned over without a sound, pinched the magician's chin, and gave the other party a wet kiss that was completely different from his nature. It was extremely tangled and soft.

What's completely different from his rare gentle movements is the strength of Ruo Jue to the extreme, as if to nail the opponent's life into his arms.

"Uh..."

The light pink pupils shrank suddenly for a moment.

Most of it is bleeding, and the pain makes people frown. In contrast, the temperature that is hard to be tolerated by ordinary people has been neglected a lot.

Zong Jiu couldn't help it anymore, taking back some sage from the previous chaos, and kicking the devil with his kick: "You fucking..."

He just wanted to scold him, give me the fuck, but in the next second, he was interrupted by the action before he could say it.

The sky and the earth were full of dark clouds and screaming rain, thunder was rolling with the waves, the storm set off a huge wave, and the next moment it would engulf him.

The current came with the force of destruction, photographed the sailing traveler from the deck of the ship, dragged his slender and pale ankles and wrists, and dragged him into the bottomless sea abruptly. The sea is full of ice, cold, and bottomless.

The man didn't mean to ask him for advice at all, his dark golden eyes were deep.

He doesn’t know the slightest importance, like a cruel tyrant, while planning how to attack the city, he is also quite skillful and tactical. He is not rushed, and can make people wander at the door of the peak, unable to climb up, and fall. Coming down, it was very tortured.

But the senses are still accumulating, gradually progressing.

Zong Jiu became a lonely floating boat, sailing hard in the storm full of lightning and thunder, like a blind person crashing everywhere. He couldn't find his proper way out. It was extremely uncomfortable. .

"Mr. Magician's voice is so good, it's a pity not to call it out."

The devil sighed, and while his fingertips grind fiercely at the end of his eyes, he brought the magician's absent-minded eyes into the bottom of his eyes, smiling cheerfully, "Don't you think?"

The cold sea water was infected by another person’s body temperature, scorching/hot, like a pot of boiling water, engulfing the magician’s sanity, sinking, sinking, sinking, and finally sinking into a swirling vortex, sinking into a deeper seabed, It drowned his nose and mouth, leaving only a straight line left in his mind and no time to think more.

Zong Jiu was speechless, and as soon as he opened his mouth, intermittent voices leaked from his throat uncontrollably.

He suddenly noticed the devil's tricks, suddenly shut up, and squeezed a word out of his teeth viciously, "...Fuck."

The man smiled indifferently and pried open the lips of the white-haired young man, swallowing all the sobs and sobs he had never confided. He didn't care about the struggle at all. On the contrary, he held the opponent's wrist in high spirits and kissed the magician's. At the fingertips, the next round of plunder began.

Moonlight and darkness intertwined.

The darkness penetrated into the silvery moonlight and began to entangle.

There is no doubt that Moonlight has always been proud and cold. However, under the circumstance of being cursed and dominated by heat, she can't shrink from her breath and can only be catered to by darkness and shadows, and finally indulged in this strange shock and senses. , Fall into the embrace of eternal darkness.

The devil's laughter was lower than before, hoarse, with a long tail deliberately, constantly teasing in his ears.

After a while, I called him affectionately the little magician, and after a while I called baby again. After a while teasingly, he asked him to move closer and higher, and when the puppet thread was wrapped around the magician, he said in surprise, "Look, my little magician is really enthusiastic, and the water is flowing all over his body." Zong Jiu, who had just recovered somewhat, was so annoyed that he kicked him with his knee, wishing to bite a piece of meat from the devil.

It's a pity that this little strength is really insignificant to the devil. He even stopped, letting the opponent go forward and follow this trend, and then rushed like he was about to swallow, catching the uncontrollable voice in the opponent's throat. Satisfyingly like a beast of contentment.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The devil squinted his eyes and was extremely happy.

If it were in peacetime, his magician would not be so obedient. At least it will not be like this, the long eyelashes are stained with joy/pleasure physiological tears, they look fragile and beautiful, and people can't help being bullied, a little too much, a little too much.

Because of the excessive movement, the clothes hung before became rags piled on the ground, and accompanied the demon's black suit jacket.

Zong Jiu seized the gap, and finally returned his thoughts. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that the other party was well-dressed, wearing a white shirt and dark gray suit and vest, as if he could rush to a dance in the next second.

On the other hand, it's a world of difference, and it's so irritating.

So Zong Jiu grabbed the crimson tie relentlessly and pulled the other person towards him.

Like revenge, he staggered in the next second, and was trembling at the sudden acceleration. He couldn't stand still, even his feet and toes curled up with difficulty, and a lovely pink color appeared.

The magician cursed in his heart and greeted the eighteenth generation of the devil family's ancestors, and his fingers ruthlessly left deep blood marks on the opponent's back.

This level of pain can only be regarded as an excitement for the devil, but for him, blood and pain can help his desire/hope even more. The man became more and more excited in the intermittent curses of the gray-haired youth, as if he was about to smash his life, endlessly.

Behind them, endless thick black rain fell from the sky.

The rivers, forests, and even the periphery of the old castle are all covered with an unknown and terrifying shadow, like a bucket of asphalt from the sky, covering up the light.

It was a scene of collapse and collapse, but no one noticed it.

The moonlight sank into the darkness, making him unable to escape.