The night is still quiet.
I don't know when, the sounds from below the stairs have been silent, and even the squally wind that passed through the windows at both ends has stopped. The huge old castle was incredibly quiet and lifeless.
Those dark shadows were surging, gradually cruising from the wall, pulling into a surging curtain, sealing the entire third-floor staircase.
If someone looks out the window at this time, they will find—
Not only the inside of the castle, but the entire sky was raining black. But they avoided the moon tacitly, leaving a touch of afterglow on the earth.
This punishment copy is collapsing.
Whose possessiveness is at work, does not allow anyone who dares to covet his possessions to continue to survive in this world.
Just like old enemies and lovers, after crossing that line, there will always be only boundaries blurred.
The old enemy is the old enemy who belongs only to the devil, and the lover is the lover who belongs only to the devil.
What is the difference between fighting under the bed and fighting in the bed
The shadow cuts into the narrow space, and the long hair flowing down is grasped by the man with one hand, passing through the crisscross scars of the fingers, sliding down the back of the hand, and the tail end swinging in the cold air, and the silvery white silver Glory into one.
In order to restore that point of self-esteem as a man, Zong Jiu bitterly restrained for a long time, and could only glimpse his futile efforts through the constantly shaking eyelashes.
It is a pity that the more restrained he is, the more energetic the devil becomes. The battlefield seems to have shifted from other places to this square inch, and the tug of war has begun again.
The young man tensed his body, raised his head, his slender neck trembled in vain, like a dying swan, and his pale pink pupils were lost and lost.
After recovering from that short and long time, Zong Jiu found out that he was leaning weakly against the devil’s chest in a clumsy/soft clinging posture, with his long hair hanging down, and the latter carelessly gathering his fingers. Point to play.
The instigator was looking at him with a smile, and repeated the question that hadn't been answered in the bathroom not long ago.
"Comfortable, my little magician?"
As he asked, he clasped his fingers with the young man's hand from behind, and seemed to inadvertently grasp the magician's hand, caged the moonlight projected in from a distance. Seeing the fingertips quivering pitifully twice, laughing a few times from the chest, bending the knuckles, and placing the magician's warm fingers on his lips, just like tasting yourself before taking it apart. The cake was licked carefully and cleanly.
In the end, the man kissed his fingertips and said jokingly: "Baby, your taste is so sweet."
Zong Jiu: "..."
Depend on. Lost.
He finally understood why so many people were addicted to it.
The magician, who has always been honest with desires and hopes, also has to admit that he is really comfortable, so comfortable that he can hardly hold on himself/herself.
What was unwilling to do was that the demon who had been provoked by him and refused to say "Your skills are too bad" didn't know where to learn a skill, so he easily let him throw away his armor and surrender.
Unhappy, quite unhappy.
Out of the unwillingness of "never bow your head in front of your old enemy", Zong Jiu ignored the puppet lines that were wrapped around his waist and decisively put on a look like no big deal, like a pet. The arrogant and unfamiliar cat waved his paw and mocked.
"Compared to your poor technique, that's it."
The man looked at him with a faint smile, and suddenly attacked, "Oh?"
"hiss-"
The sudden stimulus shocked the white-haired young man, who subconsciously wanted to struggle to escape from the extremely cold finger.
But he couldn't do it.
The shadow and the puppet line together sealed his retreat.
Even before Zong Jiu himself hadn’t noticed it, those puppet silks with a material that were close to steel wires had firmly entangled his feet/ankles. A posture that is better to be explored when being held up.
Just like a large doll dedicated to the devil, play around at will.
Although Zong Jiu knew that the other party's body temperature was very cold. But he never thought that just fingers can be cold like this.
This fucking hand is no different from Bingtuo, Zong Jiu can't imagine what kind of torture will be ushered in after this long tug-of-war.
The devil is not a kind of gentle and considerate lover at all. It has been a great kindness to be able to let go of the magician for so long before. Now, under Zong Jiu’s relentless provocation, those dark golden pupils narrowed dangerously and decided to solve the problem from the root. problem.
Since the words are so unpleasant, let him be speechless.
The darkness began his expansion and occupation, and the moonlight came over the window one after another, and the interval was faster than the storm. It was ruthless and unreasonable.
Due to the side effects of the curse and the moonlight just now, the white-haired magician's body is now so soft that he can't lift it up with any strength, so he can only hook the man's neck with one hand, close his eyes and grit his teeth.
The cold hands seemed to be contaminated with the frighteningly high temperature of the young man, which messed up people's reason.
The black-haired demon looked at him condescendingly, perhaps because of some deeper meaning, perhaps it was exclamation, perhaps it was love and affection. The man suddenly leaned over without a sound, pinched the magician's chin, and gave the other party a wet kiss that was completely different from his nature, extremely tangled and soft.
What was completely different from his rare gentle movements was the strength of Ruo Jue to the extreme, as if to nail the opponent's life into his arms.
"Uh..."
The light pink pupils shrank for a moment.
Most of it was bleeding, and the pain made people frown. In contrast, the temperature that was unbearable by ordinary people was ignored a lot.
Zong Jiu couldn't help it anymore, took back some of the sage from the previous chaos, and kicked the devil: "You fucking..."
He just wanted to scold him, give me the fuck, but in the next second, he was interrupted by the action before he could say it.
The sky and the earth were full of dark clouds and screaming rain, the thunder was rolling with the waves, the storm set off a huge wave, and it would engulf him in the next moment.
The current came with the force of destruction, photographed the sailing traveler from the deck of the ship, dragged his slender and pale ankles and wrists, and suddenly dragged him into the bottomless sea. The sea is full of ice, cold, and bottomless.
The man didn't mean to ask him for advice at all, his dark golden eyes were deep.
He doesn't know the slightest weight, like a cruel tyrant, while planning how to attack the city, he is also quite skillful and tactical. He is not rushed, and can make people wander at the door of the peak. Coming down, it was very tortured.
But the sense organs are still accumulating, gradually progressing.
Zong Jiu became a lonely floating boat, sailing hard in the storm full of lightning and thunder, like a blind person crashing everywhere. He couldn't find his proper way out. It was extremely uncomfortable. .
"Mr. Magician's voice is so good, it's a pity not to call it out."
The devil sighed, and while his fingertips grind fiercely at the end of his eyes, he brought the magician's absent-minded eyes into the bottom of his eyes, smiling cheerfully, "Don't you think?"
The cold sea water was infected by another person’s body temperature, scorching/hot, like a pot of boiling water, engulfing the magician’s sanity, sinking, sinking, sinking, and finally sinking into the whirlpool of rotation, sinking into the deeper seabed, It drowned his nose and mouth, leaving only a straight line left in his mind, no time to think more.
Zong Jiu was speechless, and as soon as he opened his mouth, intermittent voices leaked from his throat uncontrollably.
He suddenly noticed the devil's tricks, shut up suddenly, and squeezed a word out of his teeth viciously, "...Fuck."
The man smiled indifferently and pried open the lips of the white-haired young man, swallowing all the sobs and sobs he had never confided. He didn't care about the struggle at all. Instead, he held his opponent's wrist in high spirits and kissed the magician's. At the fingertips, the next round of plunder began.
Moonlight and darkness intertwined.
The darkness penetrated into the silvery moonlight and began to entangle.
There is no doubt that Moonlight has always been proud and cold. However, under the circumstance of being cursed and dominated by heat, she can't shrink from her breath and can only be caught up by darkness and shadows, and finally indulged in this strange shock and senses. , Fall into the embrace of eternal darkness.
The devil's laughter was lower than before, hoarse, with a long tail deliberately, constantly teasing in his ears.
After a while, I called him affectionately the little magician, and after a while I called baby again. After a while teasingly, he was told to move closer and higher, and when the puppet thread was entangled with the magician to do so, he looked surprised and said, "Look, my little magician is so passionate, and the water is flowing all over his body." Zong Jiu, who had just recovered somewhat, was so angry that he kicked him with his knee, wishing to bite a piece of flesh from the devil.
It's a pity that this little strength is really insignificant to the devil. He even stopped, allowing the opponent to follow this trend, and then rushed like he was about to swallow, catching the uncontrollable voice in the opponent's throat. Satisfyingly like a beast.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
The devil squinted his eyes, feeling extremely happy.
If it were in peacetime, his magician would not be so obedient. At least it won't be like this, the long eyelashes are stained with joy/pleasure physiological tears, they look fragile and beautiful, and people can't help being bullied, a little too much, a little too much.
Because of the excessive movement, the clothes hung before became rags piled on the ground, and accompanied the demon's black suit jacket.
Zong Jiu caught the gap and finally returned his thoughts. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that the other party was well-dressed, and he was well dressed in a white shirt and dark gray suit and vest, as if he could rush to a ball in the next second.
On the other hand, it's a world of difference, and it's so irritating.
So Zong Jiu pulled the crimson tie relentlessly, and pulled the other person towards him.
Like revenge, he staggered in the next second, trembling when hit by the sudden acceleration, and he couldn't stand still, even his feet and toes curled up with difficulty, and a lovely pink color appeared.
The magician cursed in his heart and greeted the eighteenth generation of the devil family's ancestors, and his fingers ruthlessly left deep blood marks on the opponent's back.
This level of pain can only be regarded as an excitement for the devil, but for him, blood and pain can even encourage his desire/hope. The man became more and more excited in the intermittent curses of the gray-haired youth, as if he was about to smash his life, endlessly.
Behind them, endless thick black rain fell from the sky.
The rivers, forests, and even the periphery of the old castle are all covered with an unknown and terrifying shadow, like a bucket of asphalt from the sky, covering up all the light.
It was a scene of collapse and collapse, but no one noticed it.
The moonlight sank into the darkness, making him unable to escape again.