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Zong Jiu felt that the world might be crazy.

He picked up a piece of parchment yesterday, and then according to the above spell, he actually summoned a genuine demon in a black suit by accident.

Although this demon didn't smell of sulfur or the two goat horns mentioned on the parchment, he even looked very handsome. Putting it in the real world, you can definitely make a debut on the spot, easily relying on your face to eat, and become a world-renowned international superstar. There is no fierceness shown on Wikipedia.

But anyway, he really is a devil.

Zong Jiu saw him snap his fingers, and countless shadows swarmed over him. When he swallowed the parchment, he was shocked.

Although he is a magician by profession, he is always fooling the audience, but as the saying goes, he doesn't believe it if he plays more magic tricks. So at first sight of such a magical scene, Zong Jiu, who is usually calm about everything, couldn't help but start to doubt the materialism education he had received over the past two decades.

Next is the time to negotiate contracts and agreements.

Facing the devil's request, the magician who only wanted to restore his hands did not hesitate and agreed.

Even if the devil's condition is to claim his soul, Zong Jiu is not afraid, but will he be afraid of giving him something "the devil never possessed"?

It stands to reason that when you come to this procedure, the devil who has signed the contract should start to restore the magician's hands.

However, at this moment, the other party said that because he had been summoned from **** to the human world, he had consumed too much mana, and there was no extra mana to help him recover his hands for the time being.

Zong Jiu: "..."

He felt as if he had been a donkey, but at the same time he hardened his fist.

I wanted to obey the urge to see the impeccable face of the devil for the first time and slam it with a fist.

Finally, Zong Jiu calmed down.

The contracts have been signed, and they are now grasshoppers tied to a line, and it's useless to go back.

Although Zong Jiu had already made plans for the time to come back, but now he has not deceived his recovery hands into his hands, and there is no time for him to come back.

Zong Jiu: "Let's talk about it, how can you replenish the magic power?"

He didn't even realize that he had subconsciously ignored the other person's messy hands on his face, perhaps subconsciously too familiar, and even put people in a safe range.

The devil squinted his eyes and looked at him with a little regret, and started talking nonsense seriously.

"Generally speaking, the fastest way to replenish magic is of course to kill. As long as enough souls are drawn, the magic will return."

Well, yes, it is in line with the devil's setting.

The magician slandered in his heart, "No, you can't go out and kill people."

Killing is against common sense and against the law.

With so many cameras and media guarding around this high-end apartment, if he gets caught, he is not a public figure in luck.

"No, no, no, dear magician, I am a good devil who abides by the law."

The devil glanced at him innocently, and made no secret of the joking in his dark golden pupils, "You don't know anything about it. Although it is the end of the law, heaven is still overseeing the world. If a **** devil suddenly appears If you do, you will soon be discovered by the angels."

Zong Jiu felt a bad foreboding: "What would happen if it was discovered?"

"Ah, it shouldn't be so good, anyway, the devil is an immortal existence, at most he will be driven back to hell."

The man spread his hands: "But if it is a contractor who rashly makes a contract with the devil, he may be dealt with if he is caught. Heaven has many ways to torture people, no worse than our hell."

The more I listened, the more I felt deceived.

Zong Jiu held a sigh of anger. If it weren't for protecting his Jin Gui's hand, he would definitely have a fight with the other party before talking.

But now he can only be calm and calm again.

"Then you mean, I am signing a contract with you now, not only to help you make up for the demons, but also to help you escape the pursuit of heaven?"

"Don't worry, as long as you follow the rules, angels generally won't find us."

The devil happily began to flicker: "The devil is the safest to stay with his contractor, so..."

He lowered his voice, leaned down/over, and stared closely at the pale pink eyes.

"Only you can make up for me, my dear little magician."

For no reason, Zong Jiu felt as if he was bewitched by this dark gold that was so dark that he couldn't see the depths, and he could no longer look away.

He thought of the unprovoked dream, and it seemed that in that dream, there were such a pair of eyes that were watching him all the time.

Zong Jiu pretended to speak calmly: "Then tell me, besides killing, how can we replenish magic power?"

"The easiest... of course is the exchange of body fluids."

The next second, the devil lowered his head and kissed him without warning.

The cold lips and tongue drove straight in, so cold that the tip of the tongue was trembling.

Although there is no smell of sulfur on the devil's body, the temperature is quite in line with the setting of cold-blooded creatures in hell.

But it is strange and not annoying. It is this feeling of passive acceptance that makes people a little uncomfortable.

But he still asks the devil and must be patient.

Perceiving his inattention, the demon narrowed his eyes, and his white-gloved fingers began to move down dangerously.

The white-haired magician's back trembled and pushed him abruptly, "What are you doing?!"

"It's too slow. If it's just that, I don't know when to wait until the magic power can be restored."

The devil pretended to show an expression of dissatisfaction, and continued his performance: "Why don't we try a faster way?"

Seeing that the magician seemed to loosen, he immediately moved forward, "Don't you want to restore your hands quickly, baby?"

Zong Jiu didn't realize that his title had jumped from childhood magician, dear contractor to treasure.

But indeed, in order to restore his hands, Zong Jiu can agree to everything.

Then they rolled together.

Zong Jiu couldn't remember what the process was like.

Ultimately, it was because the devil had promised to do the last step. The magician endured forbearance and agreed.

Anyway, if he didn't do the last step, he was the one who was so happy.

Even if you can't accept it psychologically, after all, you still have to put the overall situation first, and hands are more important.

The result was overwhelming.

The amnesia version of the magician who is still a youngster in psychology can't resist this purely physical stimulus. He unconsciously presses the opponent's head with his hands and tremblingly announces his surrender.

As a result, this is not over yet.

In the confusion, Zong Jiu seemed to hear the devil smile and say something magical.

Then the other party turned him over very skillfully, and before Zong Jiu could react, he put his arms around his waist and slowly bit off his gloves.

Without the slightest warning, the cold fingers successfully regained the magician's mind.

"You... wait, it's not right... uh!"

However, as soon as he started to protest, the devil blocked his protest with a tough stance.

Zong Jiu didn't want to recall anything afterwards.

He only remembered that he had just started cursing, but he didn't dare to move his hands. He could only be cursed lightly while being pressed, don't press my hands, and finally endured the redness at the end of his eyes, breathing intermittently, and never again. Speechless.

After waking up again, there was still an unspeakable sweet and greasy breath in the air.

On the big dark blue apartment bed, the devil is hugging his contractor tightly. The black hair and the silver hair are entangled/tangled together, like a lover who has been with him for a long time.

The magician opened his eyes wearily, and his silver-white eyelashes quivered a few times before recalling what had happened before.

Not only did he end his years of cleansing and self-care, but for the first time he was so wild, not to mention finding a same-sex, he even cross-racial directly.

The current Zong Jiu still can't achieve the attitude of "it doesn't matter if it's cool anyway" a few years later. For a while, he just felt that the world might be crazy.

There is a **** devil, is it more terrible to make a deal with the devil, or is it more terrible to be asleep by the devil?

That must be the latter!

"Baby, you woke up so early, do you want to go to bed again."

The devil lazily pulled the person into his arms, in a lazy tone.

"Get out of here!"

The white-haired magician gave him a kick directly, but didn't want to be held by the latter from behind again, leaving a string of scorching/hot wet kisses on the smooth back.

The culprit kissed his tailbone, leaning to his ear.

"You don't need to prepare anymore, why don't you do it again?"

Where is the signing of a contract with the devil? This is obviously to raise a father for myself!

Zong Jiu's intestines are about to regret.

He even began to give up on himself. Anyway, I have done it now, and the devil is finished. The first thing he does after he restores his hands is to send the devil back to hell!

The mist rose from the bathroom, and the warm water overflowed over his ankles.

The magician made a hoarse voice, his eyes flushed, and he didn't know if it was cool or angry.

"Now that you have filled up the demons, it's time to reach a contract, right?"

Seeing that the magician has a bad tone, the devil knows how to see it well and accept it.

"Of course, my dear magician, I am happy to help you."

He smiled and kissed the corner of the magician's closed mouth, and snapped his fingers obediently.

The next second, the light in the bathroom was suddenly obscured by shadows.

Those black shadows climbed onto the magician's hands, and easily dismantled the heavy plaster and bandage.

Without the shackles of the plaster, Zong Jiu could feel that his hands seemed to be much lighter.

The white-haired young man didn't care about being angry, so he lowered his head and tried to move his fingers tremblingly.

Feeling.

It's true perception!

The magician slowly clenched his fingers, feeling that this was clearly different from the previous strength.

He can feel his hands full of power, even higher than when he performed the magic at the peak.

If he can, he can easily draw what he wants from the fifty-four scattered cards.

If he wants to, he can also consider challenging those handed down in the magic world, and almost no one other than celebrities can achieve fast hand-swap skills.

"Baby, your hands are so flexible."

The devil pretended to be surprised and took his hand from behind, clasping his fingers with the magician.

"Yes, it is indeed a lot more flexible."

Zong Jiu bent the corners of his mouth and gathered the fingers on the other side.

Then, with all his strength, he turned around and punched the opponent hard.