Chapter 219: Punish copy (1/2)
The bathroom is very dark.
In the silence, the sound outside the door became more and more harsh.
Hearing the words of Emperor Ye, although the other two people still had trepidation in their hearts, they thought that the other person would immediately follow the script and walked into the bathroom to stage a passionate scene with the white-haired youth. The expressions of the fat house and the assistants were momentary. Unnaturally twisted, deep jealousy appeared in the dark misty eyes.
So when Ye Yingdi realized that he couldn't open the door, both of them had smirking expressions on their faces.
What no one knows is that today's door is another scene.
The light in the bathroom flashed twice and went out suddenly. As if this narrow world was invaded by the darkness of this old castle, it fell into a deep night and became lifeless.
Zong Jiu squinted his eyes, his body tightened, holding the Holy Physics Sword in his hand, and carefully staring at the doorway.
Without warning, in the next second, he was pressed against the wall, and his jaw was forced to be broken to one side and raised, and his cold lips suddenly pressed from the void.
I don't know when, in the phantom behind him, there is an extra person.
This kiss was very aggressive, and even with inexplicable anger, it pried open the magician's teeth forcefully and cruelly, looted the air in the latter's lips and teeth, and punished him.
Feeling this familiar cold touch, Zong Jiu was stunned for a moment, causing the Holy Sword of Physics in his hand to not be swung up in the first time. He lost the best opportunity to resist and could only be killed by others.
The invisible lines of puppets intersect in the dark, firmly locking up all the retreats of the white-haired youth.
After a long time, Zong Jiucai said hoarsely: ”Are you angry?”
I have to say that this discovery surprised the magician.
Although the devil is usually elusive, most of them go crazy in a vague manner, and it is rare to express their true emotions so clearly.
The last time he was so angry was when the little demon let go of Zong Jiu's hand and fell into lava, and the big demon descended on the black mud and destroyed the S-level instance.
So Zong Jiu felt very surprised.
Not only was he surprised at this, he was even more surprised at why the devil would follow.
Don't say it, the old enemy is so diligent these days, even if you can't kill the other party, you have to rush up to find it. The Super S Grade dungeon travels through the turbulence of space to watch the jokes, it's fine, and the punishment copy is coming?
I have to say, really dedicated.
The man put his arms around the waist of the white-haired young man from behind, and his dark golden pupils were obscure where he could not see.
He didn't answer this question. Instead, his fingertips followed the young man's slender neck/neck and landed on the strange and peculiarly beautiful pattern on the opponent's collarbone.
The unique friction/squeeze texture of the fabric rotates on the skin/skin, and slides down the open gap of the neckline to another pattern on the chest.
The fingers are cold, and they don't even take much force to touch.
But just so, Zong Jiu still felt that something he had suppressed for a long time broke out at this moment.
His face paler than ordinary people suddenly turned red with abnormal redness, and his long and narrow eyes lost consciousness for a moment, and he couldn't even hold his center of gravity while standing, and he slumped to the demon behind him, and he could only use his arms. Only the hand holding him can barely fall down.
Zong Jiu cursed in his heart.
He dare to say that he has never been so embarrassed in his life, at least in this aspect, absolutely never.
The silence did not last long.
Soon, the previously inexplicable atmosphere suddenly dissipated and became ambiguous.
The face of the black-haired demon reappeared with the usual careless smile, his fingertips crushed the invisible headset, and he whirled on the magician with malicious intent.
He raised his hand lazily, and the light in the bathroom suddenly turned on.
Through the dim vision, Zong Jiu saw himself on the glass reflection of the bathroom door.
The young man was hugged by the person in the shadows behind him, his white hair clung to the side of his face randomly, his soaked white shirt was loose and slumped on his body, and the color inside was vaguely visible, his chest and mouth were not. He undulates normally and hurriedly, his face flushed beyond words.
”Look, see, see.”
The devil spoke slowly, and his gaze slowly traversed every inch of the young man's body on the reflection.
The man gazed with satisfaction at the appearance of the delicacy in the reflection, like an experienced eater, and began to figure out where to start to better taste the delicacy.
”This is what our famous magician looks like now.”
He obviously didn't do anything, just the simplest gaze can make Zong Jiu's thoughts fall into chaos even further, making people tickled with anger.
Under the curse of Cthulhu, any small movement will cause a series of chain reactions.
Zong Jiu didn't need to lower his head, he knew that the retribution that he laughed at the devil's estrus/love had reappeared on him.
Inexplicably, he was a little irritable, and said in a cold voice, ”Done?”
”If it's just to appreciate my embarrassment, then you can roll after watching it now.”
The devil stretched out his hand and said innocently: ”My dear Lord Magician, how can you think that I came just to appreciate your embarrassment?”
”On the contrary...I am really satisfied with the way you look now.”
In order to verify his statement, the devil held the person in his arms more tightly, so that the other person could feel his enthusiasm more, and his tone was joking.
”I think on the night of the dance party, Mr. Magician easily set fire to people, but in the end left the poor demon lying on the cold ground, alas.”
He sighed: ”It was really a long night, a lonely night.”
The man lowered his head and slowly pecked at the side of his neck, as cold as a reptile swimming by.
The good smell of cold cedar wood envelops his senses, making it more sexual/interesting.
”After making such a ruthless move, has the cold-sex Mr. Magician ever imagined his current situation?”
”laugh.”
After hearing the devil say so much, Zong Jiu became more relaxed.