241, Faust
Sure enough, Zong Jiu finally understood why the parchment repeatedly warned the contractor every few lines, emphasizing the devil's cunning and treacherousness.
Facts have proved that the devil is really cunning.
From only needing to exchange body fluids without really doing it, to I can't get in, and finally the baby feels so good that he wants to do it again.
Each time he got more and more aggressive, every time he just stepped on the defense line of the magician's heart, and when he looked back, he found that the other party had actually gone so far.
But of course, if this can heal his hands, Zong Jiu will at most regard this as a one-night stand.
That's right, there will be no psychological burden, and even his hands have not only recovered but also improved. No matter how you think about it, it's all his profit.
Zong Jiu told himself so, and finally couldn't help but secretly climbed out of bed in the middle of the night.
Just kidding, how could he let the devil sleep in the same bed with him, so after taking a shower, he ruthlessly locked him in the small study room of the apartment. There was a small cushioned bed that Zong Jiu had prepared for reading before. Although it seemed not big enough for the devil's height... but what right did a guy who was eating and drinking for free have to express his opinion!
He stepped barefoot on the fluffy carpet and pricked up his ears to observe the sound in the distance.
Very quiet.
This high-end apartment is located on a high floor, which is the favorite area for many public figures to buy. Both security and confidentiality are very good. On weekdays, it is far away from the street. There is a private elevator on each floor. The sound insulation effect is absolutely top-notch, and no sound can be heard.
Late at night, even the devil should need to sleep.
Zong Jiu looked around vigilantly, and confirmed that the study door was still closed, and then he tiptoed forward.
Strange, why did he feel that his eyesight seemed to have been greatly improved.
In such a dark environment, even without turning on the lights, it is easy to see the whole apartment.
Could it be that signing a contract with the devil can improve physical fitness?
Zong Jiu's doubts are getting heavier and heavier.
He feels as if he is shrouded in a fog.
It seems...
The magician looked down at his hands.
These hands are now very healthy and full of vitality. They can open ten decks of cards in a row without any problem. They can even continue the previous world tour in the next second, or crack some high-end magic that Zong Jiu had just shown.
To exaggerate a little bit, with these hands now, it is not difficult to surpass the great men in the magic world in the past. He can create a history belonging to "Great Magician Zong Jiu" and firmly believe that no one will surpass this history in the past or in the future.
Because it is really superior.
A magician cannot be unaware of the upper limit of his hands.
In any case, all this was done by that devil.
If there was no devil, Zong Jiu didn't know what his future would be like.
Maybe he was decadent all day, maybe he had completely lost interest in this world, or something else.
He promised the old nun that he would not take the initiative to break free from the chains on his body; but the old nun didn't tell him how to repeat this boring and blank life if he lost interest in everything.
In the darkness, his hands were stretching like a miracle.
Even though he was still wavering in his heart yesterday for the remaining hope of 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 selling his 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 feels... that he seems to have met this devil somewhere.
And maybe it is not an ordinary relationship, just like... it should be like this.
It's like he forgot something.
Zong Jiu rubbed his temple, suppressed this inexplicable thought, and picked up the booklet on the ground again.
Along with the six-pointed altar cloth and parchment, there was also a booklet, which seriously stated the 108 details about summoning the devil of hell.
Zong Jiu simply glanced through it, and placed the candles, silver knives, utensils and the six-pointed altar cloth with countless Jewish names on the ground according to the requirements, and began to chant the anti-summoning spell.
...That's right, since his hand has healed, he has to cross the river and burn the bridge, turn his back on the water and send this hateful devil back to his hell.
Zong Jiu even prepared a plan for himself. Even if the angel in the mouth of a certain devil really found out, he had to at least clear himself temporarily.
He cut another knife on the wound on his arm before, and after the blood gushed out, he chanted the anti-summoning spell three times in a row.
Still nothing happened.
This time, Zong Jiu had the experience from the last time, and he waited for a long time in the same place, just to wait for the time for the spell to be activated.
There should be such a thing, otherwise why did he recite the spell three times before, and the devil came out after a while.
The night sky was still silent, without any sound.
Success?
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 against the door, and didn't hear any sound from inside.
If the anti-summoning spell is successful... the devil should be thrown back to hell now.
But for the sake of caution.
Zong Jiu took two steps back, intending not to push the door. In this way, whether he went back or not, he would have a way out.
The white-haired young man stepped back step by step until... he bumped into a cold body from behind.
"My dear magician, you are standing at the bedroom door in the middle of the night. Is it because the night is long and you can't sleep alone?"
The devil embraced him skillfully, and his voice was not sleepy at all, but rather teasing.
"Why are you still here?"
Zong Jiu turned around suddenly and punched him.
Since his hands recovered, he seemed to have awakened some strange attributes, and his hands were often itchy.
"You can't blame me for this. It's obviously you who disturbed people's sleep in the middle of the night."
The man shook his head like a sigh, "Hasn't the magician heard the old saying? It's easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away. Since we have signed a contract, it's not a good habit to turn against them at the last minute."
Although he is a young version of the magician, he is still as rebellious as ever. If the devil is really a devil, he might be beaten back. But the key to the problem is...he fooled people with all this.
It's really rare. Usually the magician fooled him, but there was a time when the devil turned the tables.
"Mephistopheles!"
"Go to sleep."
The demon lazily threw the man onto the bed, climbed up very consciously, and pulled the man into his cold arms like a large doll.
Thanks to the constant temperature air conditioning in the apartment all year round, otherwise Zong Jiu would shiver for a while.
"If you are so energetic, do you want to do it again?"
The man hugged him with one hand and played with his scattered silver-white hair with the other hand.
The demon began to perform hypocritically: "Baby, you have warmly entertained me several times today, and I am very satisfied. But as for the matter of replenishing magic, although I am happy, you are too fast. It is not good for your health to do it more times."
"Who said fast!"
Zong Jiu was furious. This time he used 100% of his strength and kicked the man off the bed.
It's about a man's dignity, how can he bear this?
The fact is not that Zong Jiu is fast, but the difference is obvious.
"Go away! Just sleep on the carpet!"
Zong Jiu rolled up the quilt on the bed and wrapped it around himself, closing his eyes.
Of course, he didn't sleep, his ears were still paying attention to the slightest movement around him.
Who can be so careless as to sleep soundly when a devil with bad intentions is present? Anyway, Zong Jiu can't.
But it's really strange.
He summoned this devil yesterday, and rolled on the bed an hour later. Now it's less than 24 hours, but it seems like they have known each other for a long time.
After Zong Jiu came to his senses, he found that there was a furry thing beside him.
He looked up and saw that it was a burnt stuffed rabbit.
This rabbit is not good-looking, very ugly, and a large part of its drooping ears are burnt, with a burnt black and yellow color.
Strange. Very familiar. But I can't remember where I have seen it.
"......" The magician was silent for a moment.
"Did we know each other before?"
The devil, who was about to sneak onto the bed, raised his eyebrows, "Yes."
He admitted this without hesitation.
"Our relationship was much closer before, and you even invited me to sleep with you anytime."
The man pretended to sigh, "Now you have forgotten everything."
"How is it possible? You must be dreaming."
Zong Jiu said coldly: "How can you, a devil living in hell, know me? You are a liar full of lies. I will not believe you."
Devil: "..."
I was fooled by my own trickery. I made a mistake.
The apartment suddenly became quiet again.
This time it really became very quiet.
Zong Jiu was alert to prevent the devil from climbing onto the bed, while thinking about the specific matters of tomorrow.
Now that his hand has recovered, the remaining work and things that have been left behind must be put on the contract...There is also the World Magic Tour Conference that has just been held. Of course, there are countless people waiting to see him, a great magician, fall from the altar and make a fool of himself.
The vacation that I finally got is gone again, and I have to return to my office life tomorrow.
Fortunately, magicians only need to perform, and their private time is free except for studying magic, without so many restrictions as stars.
Thinking about it, maybe I am really tired today, and the white-haired magician's breathing gradually becomes long.
The shadows that had been secretly surrounding the bed swarmed up and wrapped the person tightly into a cocoon, ensuring that they would not disturb the other person's light sleep.
The devil returned to the bed with satisfaction and held the person in his arms through the quilt.
His dark golden pupils flickered in the darkness, and he whispered.
"I didn't lie to you, dear magician, you did say that."
In the Judgment Day copy, the little devil holding a doll woke up from a nightmare, his eyes were blurred, and the focus was on the white-haired magician holding a candlestick in front of him.
Whether it was the six-year-old little devil or the big devil now, at that moment they seemed to hear their non-existent heartbeats.
Very relieved.
‘Next time if there is no light in the room and the candle is not lit, you can come to me at any time to light a fire. ’
The author has something to say: Preview, there are about five to six chapters left before the main text is finished_(:3∠)_
————
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution between 2021-03-24 13:01:19~2021-03-25 07:04:06~
Thanks to the little angels who threw the rocket launchers: 2 Dian Qing; 1 Huai Shi Yu Sha, Tan Jiu, Yi Hu Zhu, and Yan Jue;
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Sleepy, Wuqi_ 1;
Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: 4 sleepers; 2 wind tracks; aurora, Yu Ruichu, Glazed White Crane, Green Riding Donkey, Dream Flower, Gan Le, Zan Zan Zi Bi Bulu, Floating Xiao Yun, Blues Love Song, Love and Songs in the Clouds, n3вpaweheц, Scarlet Dream Heart Sound, Nanbo Bay His Mother, Social Blood Rain I Explore Flowers, I'm Very Quiet, Li Yu, Boiled Water White Tea, Songjian Chi, Cool Breeze on Face, Water Waves Calmly , matcha opens eyes, misstep, dawn1;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 148 bottles of pickles, 148 bottles of Leng'anluolan, arki, and kv ramen; 90 bottles of ^(oo)^; 86 bottles of prayers; 80 bottles of Guiye and Youxi; Oh Huo 77 bottles; Jiang Qi, 43903628 70 bottles; Shi Yu 69 bottles; Wish Star Zhuo hstra?eutei 61 bottles; Retrospective Group szd, Taicheng, Ruoyuanqian 60 bottles; Shao, Yizhi Moran, Zhu Yao, Qinglan 50 bottles; 46272211 46 bottles; Hoshino Yuyu 44 bottles; Jiusu, Yunnuo, Beifengjuanbaicao, Just like a young man, Laowang next door, 49016766, Steam bubble teapot, Wanlaifengji, Susu, 28695171, Pear 40 bottles of wine and juice; 39 bottles of kkkking; 38 bottles of Wangzai’s Cat, Lan Zimu, Lu Chen is not Orange; 36 bottles of Yiju; 30 bottles of Fengdaimian; 28 bottles of Tuotu; 25 bottles of Mint Hehehe; The last 22 bottles; Plush Rong, Shao 咩咩咩咩, He Ranchen, Nanbo Wan is very good, Matcha opens the eyes, Hehe, Naihe, Qilu, The world is still left, Wen Ning is my little treasure, Chaoci, snow, the green one named He, Zhizhi, Yunmengze, Songyue Yuanzhuhe, strawberry pop fish, Mo Ge Wei Liang, Xie, 8, Qitong, Yangtze River water is not sweet 20 bottles; 47612010 16 bottles; 15 bottles of Si Ling Qi Jiu, zxx, rogersii, eishin, Lu Lu Qi Don Donkey, Zi Xi, Jian Cha; 14 bottles of Shi Ye, Shu; Jun Xi, Sui Feng, Ten Thousand Things Cannot Resist Heartbeat, Tiantai, Yinghan Luoxi, Xiaolu Bobi, usk, Luoluo Yiyi, White Night Xuanyue, Chen Ximeng, Little Biscuits, Thousand Years of Rain Break, Jiuxian, Xiaonan who loves to eat, Moliji, Ruojian Qiubei, ζ, 00, Wei Jiu , Chen sees the moon in the lotus pond, dreams of bamboo, the forest rises in vain, looking for poems, Fei Fei, Mo Du, giving life to time, lunch,. . . , Qingfeng Zhaoyun, Dongfang Dongfang 10 bottles; 41062975, Fu Yao, Su Shi Jingnian 8 bottles; Jingyun, Qi Yingxuan, nine bottles 6 bottles; Kunyu, Ye Ling, Gu Rong., Mo Wei, Chipmunk Rourou, The Little Tail of a Hamster, Yi Yao Yao, How to Cry Blue Tears, eee Xiang Tiange, My Son's Father, Mengmeng, Songsong, The White Sword on Asu's Waist, Peeping in the Years, Fu Sheng, Xue Keai's Wife, 5 bottles of Bingkuoluo; 4 bottles of No Sugar Added, Palm Mingzhu; 3 bottles of Coltsbur, yyx, Ye Lingxue, Jingzhi; Bai Yin, Jiang Jinjiu, sink, seeing updates together every day is the best, too poor to pick up scraps Feiru, I am very quiet, 33, Duoduo 0v0, Fei, Yechen, Xu Gong in the north of the city, canned Wangzai, Baitao Taozi, Hobby Little Tsundere 2 bottles; Charcoal grilled pork belly, Diyiju, k27288, Bulletproof Boy Tuan Shaohua, Hundred Years Hidden, Go and Update, a, A Cool Summer, Daodao, I Want to Get in the Car, I Love You with the Fragrance of Ink and the Smell of Copper, Musuli’s Inspiration, Chao Ling, Big Eyes Autumn Eyes Autumn Wo, Yu Xun, Xiao Yu Gan, August, Klila, Xiao Qi Qi, Yuan, Long Ear Laben, Lu Sheng. 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!