Thriller Trainee

Sure enough, Zong Jiu finally knew why the parchment had three orders and five applications. Remind the contractor every few lines, emphasizing the cunning and treacherous devil.

It turns out that the devil is really cunning.

From only the magic exchange is not really done, to the baby will not reach the last step, and finally baby you are too cute to hold on.

Every time I got an inch closer, every time I just stepped on the line of defense that the magician's heart broke through. When I looked back, I realized that the opponent had gone so far.

But of course, if this could cure his hand, Zong Jiu would treat this as an accident at most, and he would be an adult, so he would be fine.

That's right, there will be no psychological burden, even the hands are not only restored, but also to a higher level, how can I think of it is my own earning.

Zong Jiu told himself that, finally in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but get up secretly from the bed.

Just kidding, how could he let the devil and himself sleep in the same bed, so after taking a shower, he mercilessly shut the person in the small study room of the apartment. There was a small soft piece prepared by Zong Jiu before reading. The bed, although it doesn't seem to be enough for the devil's height... but what right does a guy who eats and drinks have to express!

He stepped barefoot on the furry carpet, pricked up his ears and looked at the sound in the distance.

very quiet.

This high-end apartment is located on a high floor, and it is the most popular real estate area for many public figures to buy. It is very good in terms of security and confidentiality. It is far away from the street on weekdays. There are private elevators on the first floor. The sound insulation effect is absolutely top , No sound can be heard.

At night, even the devil should need to sleep.

Zong Jiu looked around vigilantly and made sure that the study door was still tightly closed, before he walked forward tiptoe.

It's strange why he feels that his eyesight seems to have been greatly improved.

In such an environment with no light, even without turning on the lights, you can easily see the whole view of the entire apartment.

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

The doubts that arose in Zong Jiu's heart became more and more serious.

He felt as if he was shrouded in a cloud of mist.

seem......

The magician looked down at his hand.

These hands are now very healthy and full of vitality. It doesn't matter if you open ten decks of cards in a row, you can even continue the previous world tour in the next second, or crack the high-end magic that Zong Jiu had previously shown.

To put it a bit more exaggerated, only with the hands of the present, it is not difficult to surpass the great man in the magic world in the past. He can create a history that belongs to the "Great Magician Zong Nine", and firmly believes that there is nothing in the past or the future. The history of human transcendence.

Because it is really superior.

It is impossible for a magician not to know where the upper limit of his hands is.

In any case, the devil did all of this.

Without that devil, Zong Jiu didn't know what would happen to him in the future.

Maybe it is decadence that cannot last all day, maybe it is completely lost interest in this world, or something else.

He promised the old nun that he would not take the initiative to break the chains on his body; but the old nun never told him how to repeat this boring and blank life if he loses interest in everything.

In the darkness, his hands were miraculously stretched.

Obviously yesterday, he was still swaying for the hope left by his disabled hands. 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 a contract between selling one's soul and signing a contract with the devil, in the end...it is indeed a miracle.

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

But he always felt...where did he seem to have seen this devil.

And, maybe it's not an ordinary relationship, like...it should be.

It's like forgetting something.

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

The hexapod altar cloth and parchment are also included in a booklet, which contains the 108 detailed rules for summoning the devil from hell.

Zong Jiu scanned it briefly, and placed candles, silver knives, utensils, and six-pointed star altar cloths with countless Jewish names on the ground as required, and began to recite the counter-summoning spell.

...Yes, since the hands are already healed, he has to cross the river to tear down the bridge, reject the water and deny people, and send this nasty devil back to his hell.

Zong Jiu has even typed out his own belly script. Even if the angel in the mouth of a certain devil really found out, he would at least pick himself up temporarily.

He slapped the wound on his previous arm again, and waited for the blood to gush out and then repeated the counter-summoning spell three times.

Still nothing happened.

This time Zong Jiu had already had the experience of the previous one, and waited for a long time in place, just to wait for the time for the spell to be activated.

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

The night sky was still silent, without the slightest sound.

Succeeded?

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 on the door, and did not hear any noise inside.

If the counter-summoning spell succeeds... now the devil should be thrown back to hell.

But be cautious.

Zong Jiu stepped back two steps, planning not to push the door. In this case, no matter if he goes back, he will have a way out.

The white-haired young man stepped back step by step, until... he ran into a cold body behind him.

"My dear magician, at the door of the bedroom most of the night, is it a long night, lonely sleepless?"

The devil clung to him skillfully, his voice was not half sleepy, but a joke on the contrary.

"Why are you still here?"

Zong Jiu suddenly turned his head and punched him.

Since his hands recovered, he has often itchy hands like he has awakened some strange attributes.

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

The man shook his head with a sigh, "Have you ever heard the old saying, your Excellency? It's easy to ask God to give it away. Now that we have signed a contract, it is not a good habit to temporarily retort."

Although it is a young version of the magician, it is indeed the same anti-bone clamor, if the demon is really a devil, it might be beaten back. But the crux of the problem is... all of this is caused by him.

It's really rare, it's usually a magician fooling him, and there are times when the devil turns against the generals.

"Mephistopheles!"

"go to bed."

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

Thanks to the constant temperature air-conditioning in the apartment all the year round, otherwise Zong Jiu would be shivering for a while.

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

The man embraced him with one hand, while playing with scattered silver-white hair in the other.

The devil pretended to start the performance: "Baby, you have treated me warmly several times today, and I am very satisfied. However, although I am very happy with this kind of thing, you are too fast. it is good."

"Who do you say is coming soon!"

Zong Jiu was furious, and this time he used ten percent of his strength to kick the person off the bed.

It's a man's dignity, what the **** can it bear?

The fact is not Zong Jiu Kuai, but the contrast.

"Go! You can sleep on the carpet!"

Zong Jiu rolled all the quilt on the bed and closed his eyes.

Of course, he didn't sleep, his ears were still watching the wind and grass around him.

Who can sleep so much in the presence of an evil devil? Anyway, authentic nine can't.

But it's weird.

Obviously he only summoned the devil yesterday, and he rolled the sheets after an hour, and now it hasn't been more than twenty-four hours when he is full, but he seems to have known each other for a long time.

After Zong Jiu recovered, he found that there was a furry thing beside him.

He looked up and saw a burnt doll rabbit.

This rabbit is not good-looking, very ugly, its ears are scorched, and they are scorched black and yellow.

strange. Very familiar. But I can't remember where I've seen it.

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

"Did we know each other before?"

The demon who was about to sneak onto the bed raised his eyebrows, "Yes."

He confessed this without shy.

"Our previous relationship should be closer, and you have invited me to sleep with you at any time."

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

"How is it possible, dream."

Zong Jiu said coldly: "How can you, the devil living in hell, know me? A liar full of lies, I won't believe your words."

demon:"......"

I was limped by my own flicker and made a mistake.

The apartment suddenly became quiet again.

This time it really became very quiet.

Zong Jiu was vigilant not to let the devil climb into the bed, while thinking about the specific matters of tomorrow in his heart.

Now that the hands are restored, the remaining work and the remaining things must be put on the contract...There is also the world magic tour that has only been held, and of course, there are countless people who are waiting to see him. The magician fell off the altar to make a joke.

The holiday that I finally got is gone, and tomorrow I have to return to the life of social animals.

Fortunately, magicians only need to perform. In addition to studying magic in private, they are also free. There are not so many restrictions on stars.

After thinking about it, maybe today is indeed tired, and the white-haired magician's breath gradually became longer.

The shadows that secretly surrounded the bed suddenly swarmed up, wrapping people firmly into a cocoon, ensuring that they would not disturb the other person's light sleep.

The devil returned to the bed contentedly, and took the man into his arms through the quilt.

His dark golden pupils flashed and disappeared in the darkness, whispering.

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

In the copy of Judgment Day, the little demon holding the doll awakened from the nightmare. While his eyes were dilated, he focused on the white-haired magician holding the candlestick in front of him.

Whether it was a six-year-old little devil or today's big devil, at that moment they seemed to hear their own heartbeat that didn't exist.

Very at ease.

‘Next time if there is no light in the room and the candle is not lit, you can come and find me to light it anytime. ’