Thriller Trainee - Chapter 247

There is an ancient legend in this small town.

According to legend, in the Middle Ages, this was a forest.

The witches in the forest are good at love potions, boil them with their sprout love as raw materials, and sell them to passing travelers.

Over time, as the materials ran out, the witch’s heart gradually became dry and cold, without a trace.

So she could no longer make a love potion, nor could she stay young forever.

She decided to close her witch’s hut and leave this place.

Just before the witch made a decision, the last traveler arrived at the midnight bell. He brought a flower ring to the witch, revealed his love, and awakened the witch’s frozen heart.

“Finally, the witch and her beloved will live in the forest forever, until they are old. The legend of the flower ring continues in this way, so our town will have the tradition of making flower rings.”

The clerk babbled and said with a smile, “You and the white-haired gentleman must be lovers of good relationships, right?”

When the two gentlemen walked into the store, she seemed inexplicably afraid, she didn’t dare to look up at the black-haired gentleman. But the problem is that she looks more at her white-haired gentleman, and the consequences are even more terrifying than looking at the black-haired directly, so the solicitation of the clerk trying to sell the ring is much lower.

Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, the black-haired gentleman would return to the store, which is really surprising.

“The white-haired gentleman doesn’t seem to be very good at expressing feelings, but his eyes are always paying attention to you.”

The clerk carefully put the specially treated ring into the black velvet box: “We have seen this look on many customers who come to the store to shop. They are all happy lovers.”

“Your husband cares about you, there is no doubt about it.”

“Don’t take the packaging bag, just give it to me.”

The devil never liked to listen to beautiful words, but this time he rarely interrupted this meaningless compliment.

The clerk was taken aback, and his mind immediately turned a corner.

She has not encountered this situation before. Generally, only when the customer who bought the ring decides to propose marriage, she will only leave with the ring box.

“Thanks for your patronage, I wish you a successful marriage proposal.”

“By the way, there is a tradition here. If you plan to spend the rest of your life with another person, you must take him to the elders to see. Even in front of the cemetery, the elders will give you blessings.”

propose?

The devil sneered, but did not explain. It seemed that he put the small ring box into the pocket of his suit, but in fact he passed it through the pocket and put it in the shadow, and immediately left the jewelry store in large strides.

It’s still snowing outside, and it’s getting bigger and bigger, one after another, covering the sky and the earth.

The shadow spontaneously covered the devil’s feet, so that the snow water did not even touch his trousers. But in fact, this might be unnecessary, because the temperature of his body is not enough to melt them.

In fact, many times, demons do not understand the joys and sorrows of these human beings, and even sneer at them.

He was a monster born from evil thoughts, and it was so bad that it was so bad.

But the magician…is different again.

For humans, these seem to be very important.

As long as they don’t get out of this decisive battle dungeon, no one knows that they have tried their best to put each other to death, and no one knows that they were ever-ending enemies.

For the first time, the devil had the idea that “even if it is such a dull and easy day, if the object is a magician, it would be good to keep going on like this”.

It’s dangerous, but not annoying. If the object is replaced by a magician, everything is so reasonable.

He returned to the door of the church.

There is a time difference between the two cities. It is still morning on the apartment side, and it is already afternoon on this side, and the sky is a little gloomy.

The newly fallen snow refilled the footprints of the pedestrians who had come to pray before, as if it had never existed.

When Zong Jiu came out, he saw this scene.

A man in a black suit stands in the snow, with a vast snow in the background, only he is a deep color that is out of place, just like the difference on the canvas, and easily grabs the attention of others.

“Is the prayer over?”

Seeing Zong Jiu coming out, the devil put on a habitual smile again.

He noticed that the bunch of pure white lilies were still in the arms of the white-haired young man, and there was no sign of being sent out.

But in fact, the person holding the flower is more attractive to him than the flower.

The magician curled his mouth at him and suddenly asked: “Would you like to go to a place with me?”

“A rare invitation.”

The devil raised his eyebrows, his expression unable to discern happiness or anger, “Yes, my magician.”

So Zong Jiu led him to turn left and right, walking skillfully through the winding alleys of this small town.

Perhaps it was because he was in a really good mood today, and it was rare for him to explain.

“This is where I lived when I was young.”

Even after more than ten years have passed, it is still like an old photograph that has been frozen, without the slightest change.

After walking for about twenty minutes, they came to a cemetery surrounded by black iron fences.

At first glance, this area is specially fenced, and there are stone crosses standing in the cemetery.

After arriving here, Zong Jiu stopped talking.

He stepped forward and placed the flower in his hand in front of one of the tombstones.

The white name of the old nun was written on the gray stone, intertwined with the swaying petals.

After doing all this, he turned around, did not look directly at the devil, and grabbed the cold hand a little scribbled.

The devil is still dressed today, with white gloves on his hands, arrogantly like a nobleman walking out of an oil painting.

However, the magician’s hand didn’t stop, it got into the glove and held the scarred hand.

Standing in silence black and white before the cross tombstone.

long time.

Maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes, maybe longer. No one cares.

Zong Jiu finally spoke after the devil even felt that the other party’s body temperature burned him.

“Let’s go.”

He said: “We should go home.”

……

After returning from the old church, something quietly changed.

The changes seem to be mutual. It can be one person or two people.

But no one dares to jump to a conclusion about what has changed.

The magician seldom touched him actively, and never proactively asked for joy.

But today, both of these have been broken.

After returning to the high-end apartment where they had lived together for nearly a year, Zong Jiu didn’t even take off his coat, and turned around and offered a kiss to another cold body. And the devil did not have any stagnation or surprise. He obeyed his magician’s wishes and swept the upper jaw with the tip of his tongue, grabbing the temperature in the opponent’s mouth.

No one speaks.

In silence, the devil untied the hair tie he had personally pierced for the magician, letting the long silver-white hair fall out.

They kissed fiercely and deeply like two beasts in a game.

This was not the same as the first time, the **** battle afterwards, and even the tenderness of Jing Hua Shui Yue.

Intense, indulgent, clutching the other’s wrist or neck.

Heavier and deeper than ever, the man was so strong that he was about to break his life into his own bones and blood.

Night began to fall. The lights on Christmas night were on outside.

Circles of warm yellow lights are wrapped around the Christmas tree, the top stars are shining, and every holly leaf is dyed with warm and ambiguous colors.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the feathers falling from heaven seem to be endless, wrapping everything visible in the field of vision with a color similar to that of the magician’s hair.

“haha a……”

The young man’s chest was up and down violently, and after a violent convulsion, he fumbled and took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table.

The flame sprang up in the room full of water, illuminating the dark golden eyes at the man’s fingertips.

Zong Jiu chuckled, suddenly propped up his upper body, leaned to his lips and lit the cigarette.

The smoke rises, it is a cold mint smell.

The magician’s face was extinguished in the light and fog outside the window downstairs.

The white-haired beauty put a cigarette in one hand, lay back slowly, and said word by word, it was no different from provocation.

“…Go deeper.”

In the short three words, before the voice fell, he was lifted into the air by the shadows and pressed against the wall fiercely, his toes tightened uncontrollably.

Without the slightest hesitation, the devil did as easily as the magician’s wish.

Moonlight leaked from the curtains, and the cold sword caught the light, as if dragging the light into an endless abyss, cruelly nailed to the back of the wall from the bottom up, one after another, like a strong wind The torrential rain, the sudden raindrops, never ends, as if they are about to hit and break like this.

Zong Jiu was panting/breathing all the time, without deliberately suppressing it.

They couldn’t see each other’s expressions in the dark, and no one spoke.

Even the devil who likes to tease the little magician the most at this time is abnormally silent, focusing all his strength on his actions.

As we all know, little magicians don’t smoke.

But the magician will. Not addicted, but will use nicotine to keep yourself awake.

Earlier, at the moment Zong Jiu walked out of the old church, the devil knew this at first glance at him.

But now, they are tacitly tacit, no one picks it out, only indefatigable contradictions.

Yes, as long as it is not clear, it can go on like this.

There is no infinite loop, and there is nothing to fight for a life and death enemy, let alone those so-called positions and hostility. It’s just the magician and the devil, nothing more.

The devil bit his shoulder blade lightly, and the rare warmth movement made people goose bumps.

I don’t know how long it took before Zong Jiu’s voice sounded like usual.

“Baby, you are so passionate today.”

The magician who was pressed against the wall grinned, and was quickly caught up in the intermittent low/gasp, and could no longer hear the following.

Uncountable this is the first few times to reach the top.

For some reason, the devil wanted to see the other’s face at the moment.

I want to kiss him, I want to look at him, I want to touch the tip of his nose.

I want to wear a ring for him, using human methods. Obviously clumsy and ridiculous, but the irony is that in the face of a magician, the devil has never been so helpless.

Thoughts grow like weeds.

However, at the moment he turned around, the man froze in his hand holding the ring in his lowered hand.

Rose flower.

A budding rose, delicate and beautiful, couldn’t be more familiar.

You can’t use any special items in the decisive battle dungeon, but it was given to the magician by the devil himself, and you can use special items that hinder all items.

[S-level trainee Zongjiu used B-level props on you: the rose of planet B612]

[You have been fixed, the time limit is three minutes]

The magician panted and stared at the dark golden pupils in the darkness.

He couldn’t see the other person’s expression at the moment.

Zong Jiu remembered what Zhuge had said to him secretly.

The devil is likely to make a deal with the main system. The main system gives the devil the authority, and the devil needs to achieve its goals. The key to the transaction is likely to be forcibly bound to an infinite loop. After contacting the previous demon’s unexplained words, the result is obvious.

However, the devil had never confirmed this in front of Zong Jiu.

He is too arrogant. He neither disdains to win unnecessary sympathy by showing weakness, nor does he disdain to lower his height by selling miserables.

Perhaps for the devil, no matter what his attitude towards the magician is, it is always his own business.

Or maybe he knows that what doesn’t belong to him will eventually go. But if this wild chirping magician can fly back, the one who belongs to him will eventually belong to him.

The cold mechanical sound rang in his ears.

[S-level trainee Zongjiu, the main task has been completed]

[Unfortunately, your 1v1 copy has failed. You are free to decide whether to withdraw from this copy]

“It turns out…you have already completed the main mission…”

The devil didn’t answer, and he couldn’t answer.

In fact, as early as a long time ago, when he accepted the name of “Mephistopheles”, which was almost a joke, but belonged to the magician alone, his main task was completed.

The devil won, but he chose to stay. Staying in this copy, in the posture of a loser, even made up a series of lies in a clever tongue, just to weave a beautiful dream.

In this almost eternal three minutes, the devil responded in another way.

[The instructor has passed the victory of this copy to you]

[Congratulations on getting the C-place prop: Universal Wish Voucher. Leave the dungeon immediately to make a wish]

He gave Zong Jiu the right to choose.

Faust chose God and escaped Mephistopheles’ embrace, so what about the magician? How would the magician choose?

The poor devil has only one contractor.

If the magician leaves from here, then the devil can only be left alone and abandoned.

The magician did not hesitate.

He stood on tiptoe, gently dropped a kiss on the devil’s never-ending eyes, and chose to leave the instance without hesitation.

The ring fell from the shadows and rolled to the ground.