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Sure enough, Zong Jiu finally understood why the parchment repeatedly warned the contractor every few lines, emphasizing the devil's cunning and treacherousness.

Facts have proved that the devil is really cunning.

From only needing to exchange body fluids without really doing it, to I can't get in, and finally the baby feels so good that he wants to do it again.

Each time he got more and more aggressive, every time he just stepped on the defense line of the magician's heart boundary, and when he looked back, he found that the other party had actually gone so far.

But of course, if this can heal his hands, Zong Jiu will at most regard this as a one-night stand.

That's right, there will be no psychological burden, and even his hands have not only recovered but also improved. No matter how you think about it, it's all his profit.

Zong Jiu told himself so, and finally couldn't help but secretly climbed out of bed in the middle of the night.

Just kidding, how could he let the devil sleep in the same bed with him, so after taking a shower, he ruthlessly locked him in the small study room of the apartment. There was a small cushioned bed that Zong Jiu had prepared for reading before. Although it seemed not big enough for the devil's height... but what right did a guy who was eating and drinking for free have to express his opinion!

He stepped barefoot on the fluffy carpet and pricked up his ears to observe the sound in the distance.

Very quiet.

This high-end apartment is located on a high floor, which is the favorite area for many public figures to buy. Both security and confidentiality are very good. On weekdays, it is far away from the street. There is a private elevator on each floor. The sound insulation effect is absolutely top-notch, and no sound can be heard.

Late at night, even the devil should need to sleep.

Zong Jiu looked around vigilantly, and confirmed that the study door was still closed, and then he tiptoed forward.

Strange, why did he feel that his eyesight seemed to have been greatly improved.

In such a dark environment, even without turning on the lights, you can easily see the whole apartment.

Could it be that signing a contract with the devil will improve physical fitness?

The doubts in Zong Jiu's heart became heavier and heavier.

He felt as if he was shrouded in a fog.

It seemed...

The magician looked down at his hands.

These hands are now very healthy and full of vitality. It is no problem to open ten decks of cards in a row. Even in the next second, he can continue the previous world tour, or crack some high-end magic that Zong Jiu had shown before.

To exaggerate a little bit, with these hands now, it is not difficult to surpass the great men in the magic world in the past. He can create the history of "Great Magician Zong Jiu" and firmly believe that no one will surpass this history in the past or in the future.

Because it is really superior.

A magician cannot not know the upper limit of his hands.

In any case, all this was done by that devil.

If there is no devil, Zong Jiu does not know what his future will be like.

Maybe he was too decadent to live forever, maybe he had completely lost interest in this world, or something else.

He promised the old nun that he would not break free from the chains on his body; but the old nun did not tell him how to repeat this boring and empty life if he lost interest in everything.

In the darkness, his hands were stretching like a miracle.

Even though he was still wavering in his heart for the remaining hope of his disabled hands yesterday, even if he heard the subtext of those experts, Zong Jiu still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

As they said, he was waiting for "a miracle".

Now, although the miracle has become selling his soul and signing a contract with the devil, it is indeed a miracle in the end.

At least it is a miracle that belongs to Zong Jiu alone.

But he always feels that... he seems to have met this devil somewhere.

And maybe it is not an ordinary relationship, just like... it should be like this.

It's like forgetting something.

Zong Jiu rubbed his temples, suppressed this inexplicable idea, and picked up the booklet on the ground again.

Along with the six-pointed altar cloth and parchment, there was also a booklet with 108 detailed rules for summoning the devil from hell written down in a serious manner.

Zong Jiu simply glanced through it, and placed the candles, silver knives, utensils and the six-pointed altar cloth with countless Jewish names on the ground according to the requirements, and began to chant the anti-summoning spell.

...That's right, since his hand has healed, he has to cross the river and burn the bridge, turn his back on the water, and send this hateful devil back to his hell.

Zong Jiu even prepared a plan for himself. Even if the angel in the mouth of a certain devil really found out, he had to at least clear himself temporarily.

He cut another wound on his arm, and after the blood gushed out, he chanted the anti-summoning spell three times in a row.

Still nothing happened.

This time, Zong Jiu had the experience of the last time, and waited for a long time in the same place, just to wait for the time to start the spell.

There should be something like that, otherwise why did he recite the spell three times before, and the devil came out after a while.

The night sky was still silent, without any sound.

Success?

Zong Jiu looked back at the door of the study, but found no movement.

So he put the knife back on the ground, covered the wound with his hand, and approached the door step by step.

He put his head against the door and didn't hear any noise from inside.

If the countersummon spell had succeeded... the devil would now be thrown back to hell.

But err on the side of caution.

Zong Jiu took two steps back, intending not to push the door open. In this case, whether he goes back or not, he has a way out.

The white-haired young man stepped back step by step until...he bumped into a cold body from behind.

"My dear magician, you are at the door of your bedroom in the middle of the night. Could it be that it is a long night and you can't sleep alone?"

The devil hugged him skillfully, and his voice was not even sleepy, but rather full of teasing.

"Why are you still here?"

Zongjiu turned around suddenly and punched him.

Since his hands recovered, it was as if he had awakened some strange attribute, and his hands were often itchy.

"You can't blame me for this. It's obviously you who disturbed people's dreams in the middle of the night."

The man sighed and shook his head, "Haven't you heard the old saying, Your Majesty the Magician? It's easy to ask a god but hard to send him away. Now that we have signed a contract, it is not a good habit to betray someone temporarily."

Although he is a young version of the magician, he is just as rebellious. If the devil is really a devil, he might be beaten back. But the crux of the matter is... all of this was deceived by him.

It's really rare that the magician usually deceives him, but there are times when the demon rebels against him.

"Mephistopheles!"

"sleep."

The demon lazily threw the person onto the bed, climbed up very consciously, and pulled the person into his cold embrace like a large doll.

This is thanks to the constant temperature air conditioning in the apartment that is turned on all year round, otherwise Zongjiu would have shivered for a while.

"If you have so much energy, do you want to do it again?"

The man hugged him with one hand and played with the scattered silver-white hair with the other hand.

The devil began to perform hypocritically: "Baby, you have entertained me warmly several times today, and I am very satisfied. But although I am very happy to repair the magic, you are too fast. It will take a long time. It’s not good for your health a few times.”

"Who do you think is faster?"

Zong Jiu was so angry that he used ten percent of his strength to kick the person off the bed.

This is about a man's dignity, how the hell can he bear this?

The fact is not that Zong Jiu is faster, but the comparison shows the difference.

"Get out! Just let me sleep on the carpet!"

Zong Jiu rolled himself up, wrapped all the quilts on the bed around himself, and closed his eyes.

Of course, he didn't sleep, and his ears were always paying attention to the goings on around him.

Who would be so arrogant as to fall asleep in the presence of a devil with evil intentions? Zongjiu couldn't do it anyway.

But that's weird.

Obviously he just summoned this devil yesterday, and got off the bed an hour later. Now it's less than twenty-four hours, but it's like he's known him for a long time.

After Zongjiu came to his senses, he found that there was a furry thing beside him.

He looked up and saw a burnt stuffed rabbit.

This rabbit was unsightly and ugly. A large portion of its floppy ears were burnt, glowing a burnt black and yellow color.

strangeness. Very familiar. But I can't remember where I saw it.

"..." The magician was silent for a moment.

"Have we known each other before?"

The devil, who was about to sneak into bed, raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes."

He admitted this without hesitation.

"Our relationship before was much closer. You even invited me to sleep with you at any time."

The man pretended to sigh, "Now you have forgotten everything."

"How is it possible? Just dream."

Zong Jiu said coldly: "How can you, a devil living in hell, know me? You are a liar who talks lies, I will not believe your words."

demon:"......"

I was lame by my own deception and made a mistake.

The apartment suddenly became quiet again.

It got really quiet this time.

While Zongjiu was vigilant about not letting the devil crawl into bed, he was thinking about the specific matters for tomorrow.

Now that his hand has recovered, the remaining work and things left behind have to be put into the contract... There is also the World Magic Tour Convention that just started, and of course, there are countless people waiting to see him. This great magician has fallen from the altar and is a joke.

The hard-earned vacation is gone again, and I have to return to social life tomorrow.

Fortunately, magicians only need to perform, and in private time, apart from studying magic, they are free and do not have as many restrictions as celebrities.

Thinking about it, maybe he was really tired today, the white-haired magician's breathing gradually became longer.

The shadows secretly surrounding the bed suddenly swarmed up, wrapping the person tightly into a cocoon to ensure that they would not disturb the other person's light sleep.

The devil returned to the bed contentedly and held the person in his arms across the quilt.

His dark golden pupils flickered in the darkness, whispering.

"I didn't lie to you, dear magician, you did say that."

In the copy of Judgment Day, the little devil holding a doll woke up from a nightmare. While his eyes were blurred, the focus was on the white-haired magician holding a candlestick in front of him.

Whether it was a six-year-old little devil or a big devil today, at that moment they all seemed to hear their own non-existent heartbeat.

Very reassuring.

‘Next time if there is no light in the room and the candle is not lit, you can come to me at any time to light a fire. ’

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