Chapter 224: Dormitory for trainees

The room is extremely dark, and the only light is the sparkling waves projected on the bath from a distance, following the surging and flickering of the small waves.

A strangely twisted chandelier hung down from a height, surrounded by a decorative candle holder, and a white candle stood above it. The body of the candle was covered with tears, as if it had never been lit by anyone.

The Weeping Madonna and the Last Supper will naturally not be absent. The inverted cross-shaped ornament is hung on the bookshelf opposite the end of the bed, surrounded by a circle of withered black tulips.

Farther away, the huge rose garden sleeps in the night sky. Through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, you can easily see the quiet appearance of the flashing fireflies outside and the moonlight.

Just in front of the French window, on the **** bed, the man put his arms around his magician from behind, sliding his fingers along the sunken line of the other's spine, and he couldn't put it down.

Beside them, the huge golden cage was empty, and only the cold base could be seen.

After a non-Chief Onmyoji made an oolong accident and fell into it, the bed covered with rose petals was thrown into the sea with the dormitory owner mercilessly. Perhaps it left a certain psychological shadow, and even the golden cage created under the explosion of this evil interest has no use for it, which is really a pity.

"Are you looking for me, baby?"

The devil's tone was sweet and lazy, and there was a sense of after-dinner satisfaction in it, which made people angry.

On weekdays, the man’s black hair and braided hairband disappeared. Zong Jiu carefully thought about it before he remembered that he had been pressed against the wall by him, and he couldn’t move when he was **** with a puppet silk. In order not to fall from the air, he could only Reluctantly hooked the man's waist with his leg, his eyes flushed with anger.

Obviously, it only needs one time to solve the curse, but one time of the devil is equal to the five or six times of Zong Jiu under the cursed state.

However, he succumbed to the chaos without removing the curse. He was so limp that he could only speak intermittently, cursing this guy for nothing, and in the end he didn't even have the strength to scratch people, so he had to start pulling him frantically. thing.

I tore off the hair tie, the tie was pulled loose, and the buttons of the shirt were missing, revealing the well-textured chest behind.

The devil didn't stop at that time, but generously let Zong Jiu make trouble, only occasionally raised his eyes from the hanging black hair and glanced at him like a smile, and used another physical method to get the magician's feet. . Toes curled up and shuddered and shut up.

Thinking of these details, Zong Jiu felt his fists were hardened.

He sneered and swung a punch directly.

Unexpectedly, the devil did not hide.

This guy was very sloppy on the bed, and he didn't wear a single piece of clothing. The white-haired young man punched him firmly in the center of his uninspired chest.

However, because Zong Jiu had just recovered from the curse, he would still be a bit unable to grasp his strength for a while. It seemed fierce, but in fact he didn't have much strength.

At least for demons who are not humans, cannot be strengthened in the main system, and are judged to be beyond the scope of humans, the power of this fist is probably about the same as a cat tickle.

"Baby, you are so cruel. Almost hit the heart."

So the man did not even wrinkle his brows, but sighed with emotion. He pulled the slender wrist of the white-haired young man and caused the latter to fall into his arms. While a smirk came from his chest, he lazily gave him a cold Deep kiss.

It was with this movement that Zong Jiu realized that he was covered with only a thin black quilt. After struggling twice, he slipped off, revealing a smooth back.

Zong Jiu directly gave him an uppercut to the chin.

This time it was ten percent strength, without any mercy.

The devil's complexion didn't change, he rubbed his aching jaw, and just about to speak, he was kicked off the bed again.

demon:"......"

He watched the white-haired young man glance at him condescendingly on the bed, playing with his fingertips the playing cards taken out of the system backpack.

The magician's hands are all JOKER. He seems to be particularly fond of big and small ghost cards. The black and white clown oils on the cards are distinct and dazzling.

"treasure......"

The solitaire came out of the sky, and gave him a human stroke full of warning.

The magician on the opposite side exploded his hair like being stepped on his tail, "Don't call this disgusting name!"

Seeing where the card in Zong Jiu's hand was pointing, the demon immediately changed his words, his dark golden pupils were innocent: "Then what should I call?"

"Your Excellency? Mr. Magician? Little Magician?"

He pretended to sigh: "These titles are too cold and unfamiliar, and they don't fit our close and intimate relationship at all."

When he said the last few words, the devil muttered and lowered his voice, appearing particularly ambiguous, making Zong Jiu speechless for a while.

The black-haired man met the other's gaze, deliberately stretched his limbs, showing a perfect smile.

"Otherwise... honey?"

What makes this scene so hot is that he didn't wear anything when he was kicked down by Zong Jiu. After capturing Zong Jiu's fingertips and his sight, the demon was even excited again with a detectable vision.

Zong Jiu: "..." For a while, I didn't know what to say.

I can only say that I can't show up, really can't show up.

After a long pause, Zong Jiucai spoke in a complex tone: "Say that you are going to rush anytime, anywhere. Love is really exalting you."

"You misunderstood me, my dear."

The devil smiled and pointed to him: "Look, I can only be so enthusiastic for you."

Zong Jiu was too lazy to speak, jumped out of the bed under the sheets, walked into the elevator of the no.1 dormitory barefoot, and pressed the button leading to his room.

The strange thing is that his move was not blocked by the devil, and even the puppet line he secretly guarded did not show up in the darkness or shadow.

The man just held his head like this, and smiled at the back of the white-haired young man leaving.

Sure enough, just a few seconds later, the scene around him changed. The boundary of the dark room began to blur, and gradually merged with another pure white dormitory full of cold Nordic colors, and finally connected from the middle to become a building. Brand new new dormitory.

Zong Jiu just got out of the elevator and was about to untie the sheets on his body. When he went to the bathroom to take a good bath, he suddenly felt something wrong.

Then as soon as he looked up, he saw a black-haired demon who was lying on the ground not far away, who was so busy, it seemed no surprise that he turned around and appeared here again.

Zong Jiu didn't need to ask, he knew it was someone who used the authority of the instructor to forcibly splice the two dormitories together.

"Baby." The devil curled his lips: "As the leader of the two forces, I think it is necessary for us to contact our feelings anytime and anywhere in the future."

"So... do you want to do it again?"

The man continued to send out invitations without fear of death, and felt that this was a good idea more and more.

In the punishment copy and on the bed in the trainee dormitory, there are absolutely two completely different types.

The magician controlled by desire and hope is certainly delicious and juicy, but what really makes the devil stop for is always this cold and sensible, crazy soul from his bones.

If you can eat the magician in a sane state...

The demon licked his lips, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.

However, what greeted him next was a beating that fell from the sky like a violent storm.

demon:"......?"

I have to say that Zong Jiu wanted to do this for a long time.

He had no use for anything, no weapons or special props. He just used his bare hands, relying solely on his own physical/physical strength, to punch more fiercely than punches, and punch to the flesh. He also greeted the demon in a special way. It's an itchy face, regardless of the three or seventy-one, it's a violent beating when you get it done.

The latter rarely said a word, not only did not resist, but indulged in the rest of the midfield, but also put away the surrounding puppet silk that might cause the magician to accidentally fall, and trapped the slender fingertips of the white-haired young man to help him. Rubbing his shoulders, he asked jokingly whether he was tired. On the contrary, this action made the demon more like a very considerate lover, and Zong Jiu was like a canary who was pampered and arrogant, making troubles unreasonably.

Zong Jiu: "..."

Not very harmful and extremely insulting.

It is really not a wise thing to beat a defensive person with bare hands. Not only is there no sense of accomplishment, but also tired.

But in view of the fact that the other party's current appearance is really unsightly, Zong Jiu endured and tolerated, and finally stepped on the devil's chest and looked down at him condescendingly.

The magician's toes are beautiful, just like his hands, every inch is taut, exquisite as a work of art placed in a booth.

Following the devil’s perspective, he could easily see the smooth and graceful calf under the black sheet, and even further up, he could see the looming ones, which he deliberately stayed in the opponent's body not long ago, but now because of the range of movements. , The poor dripping liquid.

The man's golden pupils suddenly darkened.

He locked his exclusive prey, dangerous, as if a storm was brewing.

Just when Zong Jiu noticed his gaze and wanted to step on his face in the next second, the devil suddenly grabbed his ankle, his ankle, and a sudden force between his fingers, turning around and pressing the magician under him. On the thick carpet.

The sheets were scattered weakly and spread to the ground, together with the interlaced silver-white hair.

Black and white, the most extreme visual feast.

The man admired: "Baby, you are so beautiful."

Zong Jiu, who was temporarily suppressed for a while, was also unwilling to show weakness. He directly summoned the main system, and added all the remaining scams and horror copies, including the survival points obtained from the previous rating, to the basic physical quality, sneered and demon. Squabble.

Their battlefield is extremely fierce, evenly matched, and they will not back down, but no one will always be at a disadvantage.

After a while, the magician climbed on the devil’s shoulder and took a bite, as if to tear off a piece of meat; the next second he was pinched by the devil from behind, and a deep brand/mark was placed on the back of the neck. .

The rusty **** smell spread in their confrontation, and it undoubtedly became the most exciting thing, so that the pupils of the two people were dyed with a fierce fighting spirit that was completely different from the past.

Not far away, the shadows were slowly cruising outside the battlefield.

Without the interruption of the master, they did not dare to cross the mine pond a step.

Further away, the few cats raised by Zong Jiu rushed into the bathroom with fright, shrank themselves into small groups and hid under the bathtub. The cat, who is always awake, has round eyes and raised ears, always paying attention to his surroundings. The wind is blowing.

While hitting, the cold air seemed to be stained with inexplicable warmth.

With their current attitude of seeing each other frankly, it is obvious what changes have occurred at a glance.

Under this kind of fierce fighting and fighting without any barriers, it can't be taken for granted.

So the demon glanced at the latter's unfinished mess, and the darkness in his eyes became thicker.

He deliberately exposed his flaws. When the magician sat on him and declared himself the winner triumphantly, he raised his mouth unkindly, pulled the latter's slender ankle, and pierced him.

Zong Jiu grabbed his hair, kicked one foot on the ground, and got out of it flexibly.

There was a slight "pop" in the air, and it splits at the touch of a button.

In the absence of puppet lines and shadows, the devil may not be able to win much advantage over the magician.

But he can get different rewards for this kind of catch and release, and the game between him and the magician is the only one who enjoys it.

It's another round of fighting.

It was no different from the previous confrontation filled with blood and biting.

They are like two fierce beasts, only each other can smell the same kind of breath in each other, and share the joy and pleasure without caring.

Farther away, the sky was still dark.

Maybe it will never light up.