Chapter 187: Crazy circus (1/2)
”Catch those two humans!”
”Over there, they ran over there, chasing separately!”
In the dim corridor, the bull-head police officer just yelled at them. Numerous bull-headed horses chased them with torches, and the roar echoed around the corridor.
Originally, these animals were huge in size, and one was better than two or three human complexes. When they ran up, they were like a moving hill, shaking the ground like an earthquake.
In the midst of turmoil, Zong Jiu was dragged into the dark, and was hugged by cold arms. His whole body was covered by the shadow of the lightly moving when Deng Ying jumped. Only a pale and slender ankle was exposed under the black cheongsam.
The ubiquitous shadows naturally noticed this, so the hideous darkness seemed to be gathered out of thin air, bit by bit swallowed the body of the young man exposed to the air, trapped in an inseparable sticky swamp.
Zong Jiu: ”...”
He was silent for a while, as if thinking about why no.1 can be encountered in this place.
Sure enough, demons are everywhere, and the dog-headed sergeant does not deceive me either.
”Yes, I went the wrong way, you let me go.”
There was a pleasant chuckle behind him, scratching people's ears a little bit.
”Oh, is it so?”
The man's voice was low and joking, ”Then I let you go now?”
Countless cow heads and horse faces ran in front of them, and iron chains with thick bowls swayed in their hooves, and the rusty links at the end dragged to the ground, pulling out a series of creepy drags.
If this is caught back, it is estimated to be pulled back to the auction floor and continue with the unfinished auction.
Women's clothing belongs to women's clothing, and Zong Jiu has absolutely no hobby of letting a group of animals auction him off.
Everyone knows the truth about enduring humiliation.
As a last resort, the white-haired young man had to shut his mouth and stopped speaking.
However, the hand on his thigh not only showed no signs of pulling away, but it also got deeper/into a few points along the waistline.
Zong Jiu patted it, ”If you touch me again, you will chop off your hand.”
”It's sad.”
no.1 said hypocritically, relying on the fact that the opponent is not able to make large movements now, he will firmly lock the person in his arms.
”I'm rushing over to give assistance non-stop, shouldn't I give some rewards? Huh?”
Wearing neat gloves, he lifted up the thin cheongsam a little, and circulated in a very dangerous area, with some kind of nickname/nick suggestion that didn't need to be declared.
With that said, Zong Jiu took time out and looked down.
The hand around his waist is not as realistic as it used to be, on the contrary, it has some murky light.
”but......”
The demon bent down, ”I can see the magician like this, this trip is not a bad thing.”
The cheongsam beauty was trapped in this square inch, and the big lady's hat on her head hadn't been thrown away for a long time, revealing the hair bun rolled up behind her back and the slender white swan neck.
Cheongsam is originally a very self-cultivating attire, not only pinching the waist, but also very demanding on the body of the wearer.
The man casually threw the hairpin aside, and the white hair shed like a waterfall, sweeping through the devil's fingertips like moonlight, entangled with the puppet thread that he would always fix at the end of the finger.
One is silvery white, the other is cold black, close/inseparable.
The devil looked down at this scene, not knowing what he thought of, a faint smile appeared in his dark golden pupils.
”God knows and earth knows, you know and I know, huh?”
Zong Jiu understood at once: ”You have been there all the time.”
Sure enough, it was not an illusion that he felt that he was touched by someone just now in the dark.
The devil laughed and said nothing.
If Zong Jiu guessed correctly, no.1 might have been monitoring everything through the shadow.
Perhaps the demon's body is sitting high in the dormitory room of the trainees, holding a glass of red wine with great interest and admiring the magician's ease of performance in the underground farm.
...Careless.
Two people huddled in a dark place, and their faces were cut by shadows and flames, making them dull.
Zong Jiu didn't have much reaction when the word no.1 broke the women's clothing behavior. Anyway, he didn't have much shame.
On the contrary, he not only ignored the messy hands on him, but also silently observed the situation in front of him.
Three cows, two cows, one cow...
Finally, when the last tauren police officer disappeared at the end of the tunnel, Zong Jiu moved.
The white-haired young man pushed back hard with one elbow, and turned around quickly with this force.
The butterfly dark pattern embroidered on the hem of the cheongsam skirt draws a sharp arc in the air, as if it is really going to fly up, and dexterously changed its position, turning from the back to the front.
The black-haired demon lazily raised his hand, without stopping, but fell back into the entire shadow, leaving the magician's movements blank.
”What is the purpose of your appearance?”
Zong Jiu didn't believe his nonsense, took a step back and asked straightforward questions.
The gloomy figure was erratic in the corridor, and his eyes patrolled around the youth unscrupulously.
The veteran hunter looked at his favorite prey, dangerous and lazy.
”The purpose? Of course it is for the noble magician.”
”Come for me?”
The magician raised his eyebrows, ”What do I have to worry about?”
Without playing cards, he can only resist the erosion of the shadows very hard with the fists and feet he learned before he wears the book.