Zong Jiu was quite upset.
He likes the feeling of putting everything under his control, but with such a variable as the Dark Wizard, the most terrifying thing is that Zong Jiu himself hasn't noticed it at all. What's more, looking at the situation of the dark wizard, Zhuge has reached "complete control" secretly.
Therefore, in the past two months, he and the devil himself were under the same roof, eating and living together, and the other party even handed him a quilt cover and pillowcase when he first started making the bed. Once Zong Jiu forgot to take a towel in a bath, and shouted outside, even the dark wizard reached out and handed it in for him.
Not to mention that they are still sleeping on the upper and lower bunks of the same bed.
This is not scary enough, so what can be called a scary
Thinking of this, Zong Jiu's mood was ups and downs.
So he intends to respond directly to no.1 with a surprise that the puppet line is torn off online.
However... ...
The white gloved hand slowly emerged from the shadow of the stairwell. In the dim and cold light, this color was extremely conspicuous.
The cold hand lifted the young man's white hair, and the low and smiling voice seemed to be close to his ears, appearing like a ghost in the narrow atmosphere, erratic.
Zong Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly, but found that he couldn't stand back.
It's not that No.1 used a puppet line to stop him, but the place where they stood was not good.
The stairs were originally the triangular shadows below the stairs from the first floor to the second floor of the dormitory. There is only a very narrow section in itself. The more you go in, the less space is pressed down on the back of the stairs.
When Zong Jiu was fighting with the Black Wizard at the beginning, the two people fought purely with physical strength. You kicked and I punched. In this narrow space, you can’t fight each other. The poker cards fly to different places. The corners of the wall were immersed in the wall tiles, and several pieces of porcelain were cut to pieces, and they were hung precariously on the white-faced wall.
Finally, Zong Jiu pressed the black wizard to the wall, but he didn't expect the devil to step on the shadow directly and give him a front and back flanking attack.
In front of Zong Jiu was the indifferent and pale face of the black wizard, and his dark green eyes were half covered by the hood, revealing deep eye sockets. Behind him was the demon's cold temperature, and the tie knotted rough rubbing on the back of his neck.
In this situation, Zong Jiu made a decisive decision, and the hand placed on the top of the black wizard's head immediately began to move, swept it over, trying to take the opportunity to pull out the few puppet threads.
What he didn't expect was that he tossed for a while, his hand was firmly holding five invisible puppet threads, but no matter how hard his wrist was, he still... couldn't pull it out? ? !
"Oh... It turns out that you are in contact with the silk thread like this."
The devil watched his movements for a while, and after watching for a while, even lazily put his hands around the opponent's shoulders, and put them on the magician's hands.
The glove fabric and the young man's slender hand overlapped, and the nerve endings aroused reflex shivering when encountering danger.
The black-haired man followed Zong Jiu's strength harshly, and the two of them grabbed the puppet line on the black wizard's head and pulled out, pretending to be surprised, "Eh, what's going on, why can't you pull it out?"
Zong Jiu: "..."
Damn, you just pretend, but you can pretend to be true.
Now, what does Zong Jiu still do not understand
When he was in the dungeon of the deserted village, he gave No.1 a big surprise with his unexpected disconnection technology. Maybe he improved his puppet thread formula after returning to the dormitory, and it was strong enough. Another wave of reinforcement came to the piano line, waiting for the prey to take the bait obediently.
"Not."
As if he could guess what the magician thought, the demon showed a smile.
"Depth control cannot be lifted by any means."
He whispered over his ears and whispered, his voice was sticky and ambiguous, his fingers still clasping the hands of the white-haired young man, seemingly inadvertently provoking the cold silk threads that matched his body temperature in mid-air.
"This secret, I only tell you."
No.1 was posted so close, or flanked back and forth, Zong Jiu felt that it was extremely uncomfortable to be trapped in the middle.
But since the other party didn't have a murderous aura or intent to kill, even the black wizard just looked at him quietly, without moving.
Who wouldn't make a play every time
The youth's voice was cold, "Then your surprise game, should you pass it next?"
"Um-"
The man stretched his voice, "It's not impossible, after all..."
He squinted his eyes: "It is indeed a big, quite unexpected surprise."
Zong Jiu frowned.
He was keenly aware that the "surprise" in the mouth of the devil and the "surprise" he realized were not the same thing.
"Speak well, don't be so close to me."
Just when Zong Jiu was about to push no.1 back with one elbow, an unusual sound suddenly came from the end of the corridor.
"What? Are there students fighting illegally?"
The gloomy female voice rang in the far hall, echoing layer by layer along the corridor, slowly drifting over.
Immediately afterwards, there was a resounding sound of something coming off the wall in the distance.
There was a burst of rapid footsteps in the empty room, step by step towards this side from far to near. During the period, there was also a gliding sound of something dragging on the cold ceramic tile, which strangely made people's scalp numb.
Auntie Suguan is here!
Zong Jiu's pupils shrank.
Every time the dormitory inspects, he drags a barbed iron rod. As long as there is a trainee who violates the rules of the dormitory, he will go down with a stick, the skin will be broken, and the blood will fly.
In the past, there were conflicts between the top students and the poor students in several classes. On the second floor of the dormitory, the conflict escalated and became a group. After being caught upright by the dormitory, the mace hit everyone on the back, and it was bloody and bloody. It took several days to get out of bed after lying on the bed.
The magician glanced silently at the bottom of the stairs.
There were a few playing cards lying on the ground not far away. Deep scratches were left on the tiles and in the cement ash. The floor tiles also cracked in the middle, and it was the wreckage after the war.
If this is caught, it will not only damage public facilities, but also fight in private. A severe beating is absolutely indispensable.
Zong Jiu thought so, raising his hand was like climbing from the side of the stairs to the second floor, and drove away first.
"Where are you going?"
What he didn't expect was that when he reached out his hand to hang himself on the railing, the demon standing behind him suddenly reached out his hand to clasp his waist, directly stopped his trend of doing pull-ups, and pulled it back again. In the narrow range of sandwich biscuits.
Zong Jiu: "..."
Zong Jiu: "The old guard is coming, won't you run?"
Not only is it coming, he can already hear the sound of footsteps from far and near, and it is only a short distance of a few meters from the stairwell.
Is it possible that a devil also intends to explain how I, as Teacher Nan, failed to sneak into the student dormitory
The man smirked twice, shaking tightly against his chest.
He wrapped his arm around the neck of the white-haired young man, casually placed his head on the magician's shoulders, and lightly sniffed the cold, unchanging breath of the other person's body for thousands of years, and one hand was wrapped around the white hair hanging down from the horse's tail.
Feeling the close breath, Zong Jiu froze, but was forced to endure the situation.
He was pressed against the black robe on the chest of the black wizard, and his pale arm protruded from the thick robe, tightly tightening the magician's hand.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."
The sound of footsteps is close at hand.
no.1 Lower your voice and whisper against the pinna of the young man.
"You gave me such a big surprise, how am I willing to let you be punished."
A pale face without facial features appeared slowly from the corner.
When the wind hit, the dormitory in work clothes dragged the mace and slowly appeared. The black blood on the stick that had dried up soon refracted the sky into a scarlet color.
"who is it?"
She walked slowly around the place where the sound came from, and saw the playing cards on the ground from a distance.
I don't know if it was dazzling, just after she walked quickly over, all the white-rimmed playing cards lying on the ground suddenly disappeared one by one.
But the playing cards have disappeared, but the cracks in the floor tiles on the ground still remain.
The hostess aunt paused, and then became furious, "Who did this?!"
She dragged the spike steel rod to walk around this area, turned on the flashlight in her hand, and took a picture of the shadowed place under the stairs.
Zong Jiu felt light shining from behind.
Unexpectedly, the light did not stay, but went straight through the three people under the stairs, reflecting the snow white wall in front of him.
The magician reluctantly turned his head to the side, only to see a hazy black fog blocking the boundary of no.1 behind him.
Aunt Suguan turned on the flashlight but couldn't see anyone. The suspicious expression on her face became heavier and heavier. After watching this circle, she walked to the nearby public bathroom.
After she left, Zong Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tight body relaxed a little.
But this does not mean that the devil let him go.
The extremely cold fingertips glided along the magician's beautiful neck line, and the tip of the nose almost reached behind the left ear of the white-haired young man.
The playing cards picked up by the puppet silk from the ground were put back into the magician's trouser pocket.
"Don't move, she might turn around and take a look."
Sure enough, after finding no abnormalities in the bathroom and toilet, the dormitory pipe turned back again, and carefully searched the carpet behind the stairs.
There are not many people in the dormitory right now. If the other party always chooses to stand still, Zong Jiu can be caught right away as long as he walks out of the shadow of the devil's shelter.
If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have pinched his nose and aggrieved himself to stay here and stick to the devil.
In the dark corner where the light swept back and forth, the man held each other with one hand, bent over and put his chin on the magician's shoulder, looking from the side, like a pair of intimate lovers.
The devil licked his mouth, and he was in a good mood, "I got some interesting news from no.2 a few days ago. Unfortunately, he is too cautious and it is difficult to achieve deep control, but it is slightly difficult to implant a puppet silk. In order not to arouse suspicion, I withdrew the puppet thread."
Zong Jiu's eyes darkened, he remembered what Zhuge had said secretly.
The first puppet line represents the read memory.
"But... this made me discover an unexpected surprise."
no.1 Slowly stroked the slender neck of the white-haired young man.
Behind the glove, the aorta is beating steadily, shining with a charming breath of life.
"I guess you are not from this world, are you?"