Thriller Trainee

Faced with the demon's apparently malicious proposal, Zong Jiu didn't even give him a charity in his eyes.

He put his hands on the surface of the black round table, his fingertips pressed against the pattern of playing cards engraved on the table, his expression dignified.

After the other S-Class left, the entire conference room became very quiet, incredibly quiet, only the clouds on the ground were still rolling.

The sight of the white-haired youth is firmly falling on one of the pure white space doors.

A gray-black gossip plate and a dark blue yin and yang symbol are engraved on the door of that space door.

It's different from those survivors who are worried now, waiting for five hours outside the live broadcast room before the live broadcast restarts.

From the beginning of the final battle to the announcement of the first round of dungeon candidates just now, there was not much nervousness on the faces of all S-class present, because everyone knew that today was just a process.

The final main battlefield is still left to the demons and magicians.

In other words, although this method is not an option, no one except the magician has the confidence to compete with this long-established and unpredictable No.1. Even just a few other S-class puppets, it is enough to make them burned.

Unexpectedly, this time the demon was unexpectedly speaking very well.

He condescendingly said that as long as they don't disturb him and the magician's final battle without long eyes, he can even consider mercilessly considering lifting the control of those deeply manipulating puppets.

At the beginning, the devil manipulated the S-level and reached or fulfilled the transaction with the main system. It was second, mainly for fun.

Now, the devil has found a magician who is more fun and will never be tired of him, so why bother to pay attention to other inferior products that are not so fun?

Now the devil is full of eyes and there is only one person.

Even if other people don’t understand this truth, the exorcist and the black Azan are best friends, and the Tumimon and Messiah are also old acquaintances. Although the black wizard is not the kind of perverse personality to kill innocent people, Bo Saidong is a muscular man who thinks less about things.

None of these S-ranks committed heinous crimes, but the evil thoughts in their hearts gave the demons a chance. As long as the human heart still has evil thoughts, the depth control cannot be lifted unless the devil himself removes the puppet line.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, the trainees on Zong Jiu's side are still inclined to agree to the devil's conditions.

As for Zong Jiu, he doesn't care about this result or decision.

Because he knows that no matter which direction to follow, or whether the two sides do not give up, or both sides take a step back, it does not matter.

The important thing is that he and the devil are destined to have such a battle, and it is inevitable.

They would not want to avoid it.

Because no matter how many descriptive modifiers or even defining words are added to the old enemy, it is impossible to change the nature of their contradiction.

What is the only way to quell all this? Maybe there is, maybe not, who knows.

The white-haired young man’s fingertips curled up, and the cards under his fingertips pierced the sky mercilessly, but they were only blocked by the ubiquitous puppet line, kissed by a man, and the clown with its teeth and claws seemed to be showing that it was gradually heating up. air.

Zong Jiu really couldn't bear it this time, "Take me your puppet thread."

In such a serious and solemn occasion, a decisive battle is about to come.

Zong Jiu was full of thoughts about what method should be used to defeat the devil later, and how to win the beautiful, and he fiercely regained his loss in the punishment dungeon last time.

As a result, the other party fell well, sitting at the top of the conference table, dressed well, with a lazy smile, but in private, he manipulated the puppet thread around the magician's ankle, suggestively teasing, thinking about this time. How should I take the other side apart and eat it?

Perhaps this is the gap in the pursuit of life.

Zong Jiu is conscientious in playing the role of savior, defeating the devil is his ultimate goal and source of happiness. The devil is always thinking about how to trick his little savior into bed.

"You can't blame me for this."

Seeing Zong Jiu's complexion stained with sullen anger, the man stood up and walked unhurriedly, his face full of innocence.

He leaned down/over, staring closely at the unconscious dark pupils around the white-haired youth, and the end of the crimson tie on his chest fell on the magician's chest.

"Baby, you must not know how charming you look on the throne."

The devil recalled the scene just now.

The white-haired magician sitting on the throne has a cold face, and the warm light projected from above has coated his whole body with an unreachable halo, just like looking down in a shrine forever, arrogant and compassionate to the world. Idol.

But the devil knew better than anyone that the magician and the undesirable gods had nothing to do with each other, but this did not prevent him from feeling that this scene was extremely dazzling, and gave birth to a strong desire for destruction.

I want to tear this expression to pieces, let his calm and proud mask fall off, let the silvery white moonlight be dyed with the dark color that belongs to the abyss, and lock him in the mud of the swamp where he was born, playing until he can't make a sound.

The devil has always obeyed his own desires/hopes.

He thought so, so he did.

"I hate your look."

Zong Jiu looked at him coldly, and suddenly pulled the tie and pushed down the opponent's head.

"Since you think so, do it yourself."

This has become their unspoken rule every time.

If the devil wants to do something, at least the first step is to let the magician have that interest.

......

Soon, Zong Jiu discovered that he still underestimated the devil.

He felt that this incident was not very harmful and very insulting. Most of the opponents retreated after the first step and returned him clean.

But it seems that for the devil, as long as he can finally achieve his goal, it seems that the process is not important.

He was very happy to make Zong Jiulu startled, out of control, and more willing to see the magician sinking into impatience.

The white-haired magician sat on the throne, neatly dressed.

If you only look at the upper body, you think he is a king who is holding a scepter and is now waiting for the audience of his subjects.

"Uh..."

However, now he closed his eyes tightly, his long silver-white eyelashes trembled, and his thin, pale lips were also stained with a thrilling blood. They were so red that they were as beautiful as a peach blossom in the beginning of a garden.

Seeing the magician's uncontrollable appearance, the devil squinted his eyes triumphantly, intending to make a habit of teasing twice.

However, as soon as he wanted to raise his head, Zong Jiu grabbed his black hair fiercely, but continued to exert force on his wrist, as if you should raise your head, I would continue to push you down.

Hiss, it really hurts.

Seeing how delicious the little magician is now, he didn't even suppress the sound between the lips and teeth in his throat as usual.

The devil thought nonchalantly, but it was rare for him to follow Zong Jiu's intentions and continue to wait hard.

For a time, such an ambiguous and rich atmosphere occupied the vast pure white space.

Boiling hot passed his own temperature to the cold, and was accepted by the cold, and the moonlight fell into the darkness.

It is difficult to describe Zong Jiu's current mood.

Comfort is second, and the most important thing... is the comfort of watching your old enemy work hard in front of you.

At least Zong Jiu's mood can be seen rising straight to the naked eye, and he has not restrained himself, comfortably stepping on the clouds to the peak.

The man straightened up, rolled his Adam's apple twice, and finally licked his lips. The scarlet tip of his tongue also rolled in the little bit that accidentally leaked from his lips, showing a very flat smile, "Thank you for the hospitality."

Zong Jiu was too lazy to care about him.

He was refreshed now, so he swept over the windbreaker jacket again, lifted his chin slightly, signaled that the other party could roll, and put on his pants the image of a scumbag who didn't recognize anyone.

Seeing him like this, the look of danger in the devil's pupils grew stronger.

He bullied himself up, confined people to the narrow square inch of the throne, and pressed his lips and tongue relentlessly.

After a kiss, their positions have also changed.

This time the one sitting on the throne became a demon, and the magician was picked up by him and placed on himself.

The clothes of the two people are very neat, if you ignore the action, they are more like a pair of lovers hugging each other on the throne.

"You're done, it's my turn, baby?"

The man lowered his voice, his pupils flashed with deep darkness that swept like a storm, and his fingers squeezed into the magician's slender hands like forcefully, forcing the latter to clasp his fingers.

He had done this action too many times in the past month, so he found the position when he was familiar with the road, put the latter's hand in his palm, and pecked and kissed.

"It's a pity, if the live broadcast is still on, everyone will see the current appearance of Your Excellency."

The devil said so, his eyes not letting go of any of the other's tiny expressions.

That's strange.

With his crazy possessiveness, how could it be seen by others.

Even if people look at the magician in the eyes of others on weekdays, he can't restrain his tyrannical killing intent. The shadow shattered the entire punishment copy, tore the evil spirits into pieces, and dissipated in the chaos forever.

Because this is mine.

only me.

Everyone thought that one of them would die, and stabbed the knife into the other's heart.

But whoever wanted it, they were entangled on the throne, kissed, and shared the original joy.

In his spare time, Zong Jiu seemed to see a flash of loneliness in the opponent's pupils.

As if being bewitched, he put his sweat-soaked hand on the opponent's shoulder, and wanted to get closer to see clearly, as if he wanted to see clearly what the opponent was hiding behind a cloud of black mist and sticky malice, but he was caught by the opponent. Grab a deep kiss and can't escape.

The kiss was long, but it didn't smell bloody, nor did it aggressively plunder.

It was so long that the air in the lungs ran out, and they separated out of breath.

"The mentor assessment only needs to satisfy the mentor to pass the test."

The devil suddenly said a word without beginning and ending.

Even with carefully selected venues, there will always be times to lose interest.

He tapped the corner of his mouth, and curled up a smile that didn't make the slightest difference in normal days.

"It's easy to satisfy me, you know, baby."

A layer of lies is separated by another layer of lies. There may be a layer of truth behind a lie, but no one knows whether the truth is a lie or the truth. Just like the devil opened his long-awaited gift box, the gift he got was a replacement of his identity from the dealer to the gambler.

There is only one winner, and the crown of victory will only be worn on one person's head.

There will always be someone who will win, and there will always be someone who will definitely lose from the beginning.

For some reason, Zong Jiu suddenly remembered what the devil had said not long ago.

‘If you want to go back to the real world or destroy it, I won’t be able to play with you. ’

When he said this, the man's tone was very brisk, as if he was talking about the weather, he was very lazy and casual.

But Zong Jiu knew that he must not think so in his heart.

Definitely Not.

But in the next second, the magician's thoughts were interrupted.

The devil picked up his long hair scattered on his back, drawing people closer to him.

"Five hours is still long, let's come a few more times, baby."

After a long time, when Zong Jiu couldn't count how many times he reached the peak, he seemed to hear a vague voice in the silence.

Very light, very immature, like an illusion.

——Will you stay and play with me?

At that moment, Zong Jiu heard the voice of the little devil.

The back of the scorched doll shrank on the big bed, trembling with the sound of thunder and rain.

However, when he lowered his head, he was greeted with another hot and unreasonable kiss.