Thriller Trainee

Faced with the demon's obviously ill-intentioned proposal, Zong Jiu didn't even look at him.

He placed his hands on the surface of the black round table, his fingertips pressed on the playing card pattern engraved on the tabletop, his expression solemn.

After the other S-class left, the entire conference room became very quiet, so quiet that it was unbelievable, only the clouds on the ground were still rolling.

The white-haired young man's eyes were firmly fixed on one of the pure white space doors.

On the door of the space door was engraved a gray-black Bagua plate and a dark blue Yin-Yang symbol.

Unlike those survivors who are now anxious and waiting outside the live broadcast room for the live broadcast to resume in five hours.

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

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

In other words, although this method is not a solution, except for the magician, no one has the confidence to fight against this long-known and unpredictable No.1. Even just a few other S-level puppets are enough to make them anxious.

However, unexpectedly, the devil was surprisingly easy to talk to this time.

He said condescendingly that as long as they did not interrupt the final battle between him and the magician, he could even consider being merciful and consider releasing the control of those deep-control puppets.

When the devil manipulated the S-level, reaching or fulfilling the transaction with the main system was secondary, mainly for fun.

Now, the devil has found a more fun magician who will never be bored by him, so why should he settle for second best and care about other inferior products that are not so fun?

Now the devil's heart and eyes are full of only one person.

Even if other people don't understand this, the exorcist and Azan in black are close friends, Tu Yumen and Messiah are old acquaintances, and although the black wizard is aloof, he is not the kind of person who kills innocent people with a perverse personality, and Poseidon is a muscular man who rarely uses his brain to think about things.

None of these S-levels have committed heinous crimes, but the evil thoughts in their hearts have given the devil an opportunity to take advantage of them. As long as people still have evil thoughts, the deep control cannot be lifted unless the devil personally removes the puppet line.

So 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 go, whether the two sides do not give in and fight to the death, or the two sides take a step back and the sea is wide and the sky is wide, it doesn't matter.

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

They don't want to avoid it either.

Because no matter how many descriptive modifiers or even defining words are added to the nemesis, it is impossible to change the essence of their opposites.

What can calm all this? Maybe, maybe not, who knows.

The white-haired young man curled up his fingertips, and the cards under his fingertips mercilessly pierced the sky, but were only blocked by the ubiquitous puppet strings. The man picked it up and kissed it gently. The clown with bared teeth and claws seemed to be indicating the gradually warming air.

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

In such a serious, solemn occasion, where the decisive battle was about to come.

Zong Jiu's mind was full of how to defeat the devil later, how to win beautifully, and how to make up for the loss of the punishment copy last time.

As a result, the other party was good. On the surface, he sat at the top of the conference table, well-dressed, with a lazy smile, but privately manipulated the puppet string to wrap around the magician's ankles, full of suggestive teasing, and calculating how to tear the other party apart and eat him this time.

Perhaps this is the difference in life pursuits.

Zong Jiu conscientiously plays the role of the savior, and 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 face dyed with anger, the man stood up and walked slowly, his face full of innocence.

He leaned down and stared at the dark pupils around the white-haired young man, and the end of the deep red tie on his chest just fell on the magician's chest.

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

The devil recalled the scene just now.

The white-haired magician sitting on the throne had a cold face, and the warm light projected from above gave him a layer of unreachable halo, just like the statue in the shrine that always lowers its eyes, arrogant and compassionate to the world.

But the devil knew better than anyone that magicians and gods without desires had nothing in common, but that didn't stop him from finding this scene extremely dazzling and giving rise to a strong desire to destroy.

He wanted to tear this expression apart, let his calm and arrogant mask fall off, let the silvery white moonlight be stained with the dark color of the abyss, let him be locked in the swamp and mud where he was born, and play with him until he couldn't make a sound.

The devil always obeyed his desires.

He thought so, so he did it.

"I hate your expression."

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

"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 get the magician interested.

...

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

He felt that this matter was not very harmful, but very insulting. The other party would probably give up on the first step and give him peace of mind.

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

He was happy to let Zongjiu show a stunned and out-of-control expression, and even more happy to see the magician sink into despair.

The white-haired magician was sitting on the throne, his clothes neatly dressed.

If you only looked at his upper body, you would think he was a king holding a scepter, waiting for the audience of his subjects.

"Uh-huh..."

However, now he closed his eyes tightly, his long silver-white eyelashes trembled, and his usually pale thin lips were stained with a thrilling blood color. They were so red that they looked like a garden of trailing peach blossoms in bloom, so beautiful. .

Seeing the magician's uncontrollable expression, the devil narrowed his eyes proudly and was about to make a habitual teasing noise.

However, just as he was about to raise his head, Zong Jiu grabbed his black hair fiercely. Instead, he continued to exert force on his wrist, as if you should raise your head, I will continue to push you down.

Hiss, it really hurts.

Seeing how delicious the little magician is now, he doesn't even suppress the sounds between the lips and teeth of his throat as usual.

The devil thought casually, but it was rare for him to follow Zong Jiu's wishes and continue to serve him diligently.

For a moment, the vast pure white space was occupied by such an ambiguous and rich aura.

The hotness transfers its warmth to the coldness, and is completely accepted by the coldness. The moonlight sinks into the darkness.

It's hard to describe Zong Jiu's current mood.

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

At least Zongjiu's mood was visible to the naked eye, and he didn't restrain himself. He climbed to the top comfortably on the clouds.

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

Zongjiu didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Now that he was relieved, he swept his windbreaker over again, raised his chin slightly, and signaled that the other party could get out of here. He looked like a scumbag who had put up his pants and refused to recognize anyone.

Seeing him like this, the dangerous look in the devil's pupils became more intense.

He stepped forward, tightly confining the person in the narrow space of the throne, and pressed his lips and tongue mercilessly.

After one kiss, their positions also changed.

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

The clothes of both people are very neat. If you ignore their movements, they look more like a pair of lovers embracing each other intimately on the throne.

"Now that you're done enjoying yourself, it's my turn, right?"

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

He had done this action too many times in the past month, so he found the position easily, held the latter's hand in his palm, and kissed it.

"What a pity. If the live broadcast is still on, then everyone will see what the magician looks like now."

The devil said this, his eyes not letting go of any slight expression of the other party.

That's weird.

With his insane possessiveness, how could anyone see him?

Even if other people glance at the magician, he can't restrain his violent murderous intention. The shadow shredded the entire copy of Punishment, tearing the evil spirit into pieces and disappearing into Chaos forever.

Because it's mine.

just me.

Everyone thought one of them would die, stabbing the other person's heart with a knife.

But who would have thought that they would be entangled on the throne, kissing, and sharing primitive joy.

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

As if he was bewitched, he put his sweat-soaked hands on the other person's shoulders, trying to get a closer look, as if he wanted to see clearly what the other person was hiding behind a cloud of black mist and sticky malice, but he was blocked. The other party seizes and kisses her deeply, unable to escape.

The kiss was long, but not bloody or aggressively predatory.

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

“The tutor assessment only needs to satisfy the tutor to pass the test.”

The devil suddenly said something without beginning or end.

Even if you choose a venue carefully, there will always be times when you lose interest.

He tapped the corners of his mouth and curved a smile that was no different from usual.

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

Behind one layer of lies is another layer of lies. There may be a layer of truth behind the lies, 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 the identity change from banker to gambler.

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

Someone will always win, and someone will always lose from the beginning.

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

‘If you want to return to the real world or destroy this place, 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, very lazy and casual.

But Zongjiu knew that that was definitely not what he was thinking.

Definitely not.

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

The demon lifted his long hair that was scattered on his back and pulled the man closer to him.

"Five hours is still long, let's do it more, honey."

After a long time, so long that Zong Jiu had climbed to the top countless times, he seemed to hear a voice in his heart in the silence.

Very light, very childish, like an illusion.

——Stay and play with me, okay?

At that moment, Zongjiu heard the little devil's voice.

The figure huddled on the big bed holding the burnt doll, shivering in the sound of thunder and heavy rain.

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

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