Thriller Trainee

The two-month leave is not long or short. After the vacation, Zong Jiu started his world tour schedule again.

This time, the tour time is relatively long. There are almost three or four shows in each city, and the staying days are also extended a lot.

Fortunately, the interval between each show is much longer. In the past, I needed to perform a few shows a week, but now I only need one show a week, which is easy.

More than half a year passed, it was enough to make Zong Jiu familiar with the existence of the demon around him.

During this period, something not big or small happened.

Because one time Zong Jiu was caught in a battle in bed, and his body fell into a disadvantage. He could only ridicule the other party that the **** devil was a serious black house. At that time, the demon bit the back of his neck and grinned a little deeper, but he didn't say much at the time.

As a result, after this incident, in the past few months, the devil often went missing when he had nothing to do.

Anyway, Zheng Zong Jiu doesn’t care. Once he is in a state of work, he will be in a state of ignorance. Instead of letting the other party have something to do to disturb him, it’s better to disappear as soon as he needs to work. Save the devil to bother yourself.

Anyway, as long as he doesn't perform and doesn't need to socialize, someone will always appear unconsciously, without the slightest trace. The agent encountered this scene several times, his expression was shocking and funny, but he didn't dare to say more or ask more.

As for Zong Jiu, he was too lazy to explain. After all, he didn't know how to describe the relationship between him and the devil.

It's a fixed bed/companion, but it seems to be more tender than getting up/companion.

It seems more appropriate to say that it is a lover. But they have never been as gluey and affectionate as the lovers of this world.

No one started to provoke this topic, they all stopped here tacitly, as if they were fighting silently, not stepping forward to break the final taboo.

Soon, Zong Jiu knew what medicine the other party was selling in the gourd.

Today, he has to attend an auction reception. It is said that not only the top leaders of the magic circle, but also some top people in other fields are present. In short, it is said that many industry representatives will come, and the great magician Zong Jiu is also impressive. Invited to be listed.

Of course, there is no way to refuse this kind of cocktail party where you are gilding yourself. Zong Jiu also has to carry out various publicity activities as written in the contract.

So early in the morning, he was received by the agent team from the hotel to the styling room, and all tickets for the dress and hairstyle were included to prepare for the evening reception.

Along the way, the agent kept talking about his life, constantly emphasizing how important this auction wine would be, so that he must not get up on the red carpet like before, take a photo, and sit in the corner, completely closed.

So on the surface, the white-haired young man agreed, thinking that he would participate in the auction at most and announce to everyone present that he would be the number one person to participate. There is no door for him to dance anyway, so I don't have to think about it.

At this moment, a picture suddenly flashed in Zong Jiu's mind.

The flying cards, the invisible line of puppets, a picture of him in a dimly lit hall, tit-for-tat to another black-haired man, not giving each other a fierce tango.

Zong Jiu: "..."

I just swore to myself, but now I am greeted with a face slap, which is a bit uncomfortable.

Sure enough, just as the agent said, the auction reception tonight is indeed a gathering of celebrities and superstars.

The red carpet in front of Zong Jiu is the current Hollywood popular international superstar. The spotlight flashes in a row outside the time, and the screams are one after another. It is so lively.

Zong Jiu shook his head in his heart, walked quickly across the red carpet, and signed his name at the end symbolically, showing a business smile.

The staff respectfully came forward and led him to the venue.

The dance floor of the venue was already full of people in twos and threes in evening dresses, chatting in such a public place where countless pairs of eyes were staring at each other, showing polite and social smiles to each other.

After Zong Jiu walked in, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.

He himself noticed this. It was obvious that his appearance before the hand injury was not as prosperous as it is now. It seems that after signing a contract with the devil, it is like tonic. Suddenly, he becomes panicked like the burning sun and cannot look directly at him. It's easy to harvest a large gaze wherever you go.

"It turned out to be the famous Mr. Magician Zong, lucky to meet."

For example, now, there is no shortage of strikers wherever you go.

There are always some people who prefer the indifferent and arrogant breath of the white-haired magician who is thousands of miles away. Even the eyes are extremely disgusting and disgusting.

Zong Jiu raised a toast without saltiness, and said perfunctorily: "Happy meeting."

He didn't recognize who the hitter who was blowing up and blowing up himself was at all, and even the string of words he popped out was only a few words or two, and then he turned his attention disinterestedly.

"If you don't mind..."

Unexpectedly, the hitter saw him like this, but became angry and stretched out his hand to hold the person.

The magician suddenly lowered his eyes, and the cards at his fingertips were ready to go.

He also discovered that since his hands recovered, his temper is getting worse and worse.

Or use a bad temper to describe something wrong. It should mean that you will endure a little bit before encountering an uncomfortable thing, but now it is just throwing cards at a disagreement.

"Excuse me, I borrowed it."

Just when he was about to teach a lesson with his backhand, the other white gloved hand lay lazily on the opponent's shoulder.

The hitchhiker was about to swear out loud, Ji Er looked back, his face turned pale, nodded and said something to Mr. and then left griefly.

Zong Jiu raised his eyes and saw that, as expected, this familiar voice was undoubtedly an acquaintance.

"You..." He was about to speak, and suddenly heard a surprise voice from behind: "Professor, why are you here?"

The magician turned his head in confusion, and saw the previous actor with half the sky coming over with a wine glass with a smile on his face, and there was no lack of respect between his words, and he greeted the black-haired demon.

"I have paid attention to the lecture you gave in the university last time, but I can't spare the schedule to listen to it. It's really a shame. If there is a chance, you can ask about the time and place of your next lecture. ?"

Zong Jiu: "..."

Good guy, the devil can be a professor, and the students taught are not **** pre-determined accounts, right?

Everyone was so low-pitched that they didn't think that the devil would show any face, and his expression flashed with impatience: "No time, don't bother me."

As a result, he turned his head and saw that Empress Zong Jiu immediately put on another double-labeled ambiguous smile, "My dear, are you surprised or surprised?"

All those who were secretly paying attention to this side began to whisper, their expressions inevitably brought shock.

No one in the room would not know this outstanding magician, and no one would not know another Professor Mephistopheles who was born out of nowhere and is recognized as an authoritative by countless top people in the industry.

It’s always the case. No actual performance is needed. If all the industry leaders openly admit that another person is better than them, they will undoubtedly enshrine the other person on the altar, even if all this is only a trivial matter for the devil. Puppet line.

There is so much multimedia here, let alone this scene, it is estimated that the banquet will be broadcast before the end.

Zong Jiu didn't know what identity the devil had acquired, but anyway, he undoubtedly got rid of the name of the black household, and walked up to him dignifiedly, showing a familiar appearance to us.

And his identity may not be so simple. Just a professor has won the respect of so many people?

The actor next to him was covered with cold sweat on his head: "Ahahaha, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now." After he said he didn't dare to stay anymore, and hurriedly left.

Not only that, but Zong Jiu also noticed that at the beginning, the caller seemed to have walked to the corner silently, showing a frightened and trembling expression, knocked over the wine glass in his hand, and knelt to the ground.

"What did you do?"

He gave the devil a warning look.

"It's just to make him sober."

The devil shrugged, and came up and wrapped his shoulder affectionately, "Don't care about these boring ants."

Zong Jiu became increasingly confused about what this person was thinking.

Just like why did you remember your birthday, why did you bring a black cat, and why you said that happy birthday. He didn't look like a devil at all, he knew the rules easily, and he played the rules in the palm of his hand.

As it is now, why the hell's devil needs to bother to find an identity in the duny world? He obviously doesn't need this. Now he is making such a posture that seems to intend to develop for a long time, and it is even more confusing for Zong Jiu.

Of course, there is another problem...that is, Zong Jiu suspects that the other party is not a devil at all.

However, this conjecture cannot be jumped to a conclusion when he has not yet obtained the confirmatory memory, and he still needs temptation.

"You can go back after the contract is completed, or do you plan to stay in the human world?"

"Baby, don't worry."

The demon sitting beside him lazily played with the magician's hair, "It's not just a contract, you owe me twice."

They whispered like no one at the auction venue, completely unaware of how close they were in the eyes of others, and they did not allow outsiders to intervene at all.

Zong Jiu twisted his eyebrows deeply, "When did I owe you twice?"

The devil laughed and said nothing.

While they were talking, the auction was still going on in full swing, and occasionally the black-haired demon would glance indifferently and raise the auction board in his hand. However, Zong Jiu, who is addicted to the verbal advantage, did not pay much attention to this point.

"Christmas is coming soon, do you have any plans?"

Looking at the next auction collection, Zong Jiu suddenly realized this.

On Christmas Day last year, he suffered a sudden car accident and spent the New Year in the ward. It can be said that it was the worst and darkest period of his 20 years.

Counting this, he had an operation at the end of January, and he summoned a demon at the beginning of February... It's almost a year.

time flies. Unbelievable, even being able to get along for so long, can be regarded as a feeling of a world away.

At Christmas every year, Zong Jiu has to go back to the old church, and this year is no exception.