240, Faust
Zong Jiu felt that the world might be crazy.
He picked up a piece of parchment yesterday, and then according to the spell on it, he actually accidentally summoned a real demon in a black suit.
Although this demon does not smell of sulfur, nor does it have the two goat horns mentioned on the parchment, it even looks handsome. In the real world, you can definitely make your debut on the spot, easily rely on your reputation to make a living, and become a world-renowned international superstar, without any of the viciousness shown on Wikipedia.
But no matter what, he is really a devil.
When Zong Jiu saw him snap his fingers and countless shadows swarmed over and swallowed up the parchment, you can imagine the shock in his heart.
Although he is a magician by profession and his daily job is to fool the audience, but as the saying goes, the more you practice magic, the less likely you will believe it. So when he first saw such a magical scene, Zong Jiu, who was usually quite calm about everything, couldn't help but start to doubt the materialistic education he had received in the past twenty years.
Next comes the time to negotiate contracts and agreements.
Faced with the devil's request, the magician, who just wanted to regain his hands, agreed without any hesitation.
Even if the devil's condition is to ask for his soul, Zong Jiu is not afraid. Why would he be afraid of giving him "something the devil has never owned"?
Logically speaking, after reaching this stage, the devil who signed the contract should start to restore the magician's hands.
However, at this moment, the other party said that because he had consumed too much magic power by being summoned from hell to the human world, there was no extra magic power to help him restore his hands for the time being.
Zongjiu: "..."
He felt as if he was being beaten, and his fists became hard at the same time.
I really wanted to obey my impulse once I saw the devil's flawless face rising, and I punched it with my fist.
Finally, Zongjiu calmed down.
The contract has been signed, and now they are just grasshoppers tied to a string. There is no point in going back on their word.
Although Zongjiu had already made plans to betray him when the time came, he had not yet deceived his recovery hands, so it was never his turn to betray him.
Zongjiu: "Tell me, how can you replenish your magic power?"
He didn't even realize that he had subconsciously ignored the other person's hands that were making trouble on his face. Perhaps his subconscious was too familiar and actually included the person within the safety range.
The devil squinted at him, sounded a little regretful, and started talking nonsense seriously.
"Generally speaking, the fastest way to replenish magic is of course to kill people. As long as you absorb enough souls, the magic will come back."
Well, not bad, it fits the devil’s setting very well.
The magician cursed in his heart, "No, you can't go out and kill people."
Killing is against common sense and against the law.
There are so many cameras and media lurking around this high-end apartment. If he is caught, he will not be the unlucky public figure.
"No, no, no, dear magician, I am a good devil who abides by the law."
The devil glanced at him innocently, not hiding the teasing in his dark golden eyes, "You don't know this, right? Although it has reached the end of the Dharma, heaven still oversees this world. If there is a hell, If the devil suddenly appears, he will be discovered by the angels soon."
Zongjiu felt a bad premonition: "What will happen if we are discovered?"
"Ah, it shouldn't be anything like that. Anyway, the devil is an immortal existence. The most he can do is be driven back to hell."
The man spread his hands: "But if you are a contractor who rashly makes a contract with the devil, you may be punished if you are caught. There are many ways to torture people in heaven, and they are no worse than our hell."
The more I listened, the more I felt I had been deceived.
Zong Jiu was holding back his anger. If it weren't for protecting his precious hand, he would have beaten the opponent first before talking.
But now he can only be calm and calm again.
"You mean, I'm signing a contract with you now, not only to help you heal your demons, but also to help you escape the pursuit of heaven?"
"Don't worry, as long as we follow the rules, the angels usually can't find us."
The devil happily started his deception: "The devil is safest when he stays with his contractor, so..."
He lowered his voice, leaned down, and looked closely into a pair of light pink eyes.
"Only you can mend my magic, my dear little magician."
For no reason, Zong Jiu felt like he was bewitched by this dark golden color that was so dark that he couldn't see its depths, and he could no longer look away.
He remembered a dream that had no reason. It seemed that in the dream, there was also a pair of eyes like this, always watching him.
Zong Jiu pretended to be calm and said: "Tell me, besides killing people, how can I replenish my magic power?"
"The simplest...of course is the exchange of body fluids."
The next second, the devil lowered his head and kissed him without any warning.
The cold lips and tongue drove straight in, so cold that the tip of your tongue trembled.
Although there is no smell of sulfur on the devil's body, the temperature is in line with the setting of cold-blooded creatures in hell.
But strangely, not annoying. It's this feeling of passive acceptance that makes people a little uncomfortable.
But he still had to ask the devil for help and had to be patient.
Sensing his inattention, the demon narrowed his eyes and his white-gloved fingers began to move dangerously downward.
The white-haired magician's back trembled, and he suddenly pushed him away, "What are you doing?!"
"This is too slow. If it is just like this, I don't know how long it will take to restore the magic power."
The devil pretended to show a dissatisfied expression and continued his performance: "Why don't we try a faster method?"
Seeing that the magician seemed to be loosened, he immediately pressed forward, "Don't you want to regain your hands quickly, baby?"
Zongjiu didn't realize at all that his title had jumped from "little magician, dear contractor" to "baby".
But indeed, Zongjiu can agree to anything in order to regain his hand.
Then they rolled together.
Zong Jiu couldn't recall what the process was like.
The fundamental reason is that the devil originally promised not to go to the last step, and the magician tolerated it and agreed.
Anyway, if he doesn't make it to the last step, he will also be happy.
Even if you can't accept it psychologically, after all, you still have to focus on the overall situation, and your hands are more important.
It turned out to be too much fun this time.
Psychologically, the amnesiac version of the magician, who was still a young man, could not resist this kind of stimulation purely from physical strength. He unconsciously pressed the opponent's head with his hands, and tremblingly announced that he had surrendered.
Turns out it's not over yet.
In a daze, Zongjiu seemed to hear the devil laughing and saying that the magic power was still a little short of.
Then the other party turned him over very skillfully. Before Zongjiu could react, he held his waist and slowly bit off his gloves.
Without any warning, the cold fingers successfully regained the magician's sanity.
"You... wait, this isn't right... ugh!"
However, just when he started to protest, the devil blocked all his protests with a strong attitude.
Zongjiu didn't want to remember what happened next.
He only remembered that he had just begun to curse, but he did not dare to move his hands. He could only be held down and scolded gently, so as not to press my hands. Finally, he endured it until the end of his eyes turned red, and he continued to curse intermittently. Panting lowly, unable to speak anymore.
When I woke up again, there was still an unspeakable sweet smell in the air.
On the big bed in the dark blue apartment, the devil hugged his contractor tightly, and the black hair and silver hair were entangled together, as intimately as lovers who had been together for a long time.
The magician opened his eyes tiredly, his silver-white eyelashes trembling a few times, and then he recalled what happened before.
Not only did he end his years of staying clean, but he also became so wild for the first time. Not only did he find someone of the same sex, but he even directly crossed the race.
Now Zong Jiu still can't achieve the attitude of "it doesn't matter, as long as it feels good" that he would have a few years later. For a moment, he just felt that the world might be crazy.
The Devil from Hell appears. Is it more terrifying to make a deal with the Devil or to be slept with by the Devil?
It must be the latter!
"Baby, you woke up so early, would you like to sleep a little longer?"
The devil lazily pulled the person into his arms with a lazy tone.
"Get out of here!"
The white-haired magician was so angry that he kicked him directly, but he didn't want to be held down by the latter from behind again, leaving a string of hot wet kisses on his smooth back.
The culprit kissed his tailbone and leaned close to his ear.
"There is no need to prepare anymore, why not do it again?"
This is not like signing a contract with the devil, this is clearly giving yourself a father!
Zong Jiu's intestines were filled with regret.
He even began to give up on himself. Anyway, now that he has done it and the devil has been repaired, the next thing he will do after he recovers his hands is to send this devil back to hell!
The mist was rising in the bathroom, and the warm hot water was flowing over my ankles.
The magician's voice was hoarse, his eyes were red, and he didn't know whether he was happy or angry.
"Now that you've finished mending your demons, it's time to conclude the contract, right?"
The devil also knows how to give up when the magician's tone is bad.
"Of course, my dear magician, I am at your service."
He kissed the corners of the magician's pursed lips and snapped his fingers obediently.
The next second, the light in the bathroom was suddenly blocked by shadow.
Some black shadows crawled onto the magician's hands, easily removing the heavy plaster and bandages.
Without the constraints of the plaster, Zongjiu could feel that his hands seemed to become much lighter.
The white-haired young man didn't care that he was angry. He lowered his head and tried to move his fingers tremblingly.
Sensitive.
It's real consciousness!
The magician slowly clenched his fingers, feeling that the strength was obviously different from the previous one.
He could feel that his hands were full of power, even higher than when he was at the peak of his magic performance, or even much higher.
If he could, he could easily grab what he wanted from the fifty-four scattered cards.
If he wanted to, he could also consider challenging the magic world's few quick card-changing skills that have been passed down and almost no one except famous people can achieve.
"Baby, your hands are so flexible."
The devil pretended to be surprised and held his hand from behind, interlocking his fingers with the magician's.
"Yes, it is indeed much more flexible."
Zong Jiu curled up the corners of his mouth and closed the fingers on the other side.
Then, with all his strength, he turned around and punched the opponent hard.
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