Chapter 222: Punish copy (1/2)
The night is still quiet.
I don't know when, the sounds coming from the bottom of the stairs were all silent, and even the strong wind that had passed through the windows at both ends stopped. The huge old castle was incredibly quiet and lifeless.
Those shadows were surging, gradually cruising from the wall, pulling into a surging curtain, sealing the entire third-floor staircase.
If someone looks out the window at this time, they will find--
Not only the inside of the castle, but the entire sky is raining black. But they avoided the moon very tacitly, leaving a touch of afterglow on the earth.
This copy of punishment is collapsing.
Whose possessiveness is at work, does not allow anyone who dares to covet his possessions to continue to survive in this world.
Just like old enemies and lovers, after crossing that line, there will always be only boundaries blurred.
The old enemy is the old enemy who belongs only to the devil, and the lover is the lover who belongs only to the devil.
What is the difference between fighting under the bed and fighting in the bed?
The shadow cuts into the narrow space, and the long hair flowing down is grasped by the man with one hand, passing through the criss-crossing scars of the fingers, sliding down the back of the hand, the tail end swinging in the cold air, and silvery white silver Glory into one.
In order to restore that point of self-esteem as a man, Zong Jiu bitterly restrained for a long time, only through the constantly shaking eyelashes to see his futile efforts.
It is a pity that the more restrained he is, the more energetic the devil becomes. The battlefield seems to have shifted from other places to this square inch, and the tug of war begins again.
The young man tensed his body, raised his head, his slender neck trembled in vain, like a dying swan, and his pale pink pupils were lost and lost.
After recovering from that short and long time, Zong Jiu found out that he was leaning weakly against the devil's chest in a clumsy/soft clinging posture, with his long hair hanging down, and being carelessly gathered by the latter. Point to play.
The instigator was looking at him with a smile, and repeated the question that hadn't been answered in the bathroom not long ago.
”Are you comfortable, my little magician?”
As he asked, he clasped his fingers with the young man's hand from behind, seemingly inadvertently grasping the magician's hand, and caged the moonlight projected in from a distance. Watching the fingertips quivering pitifully twice, laughing a few times from the chest, bending the knuckles, and placing the magician's warm fingers on his lips, just like tasting yourself before taking it apart. The cake was licked carefully and cleanly.
In the end, the man kissed his fingertips and said jokingly: ”Baby, your taste is so sweet.”
Zong Jiu: ”...”
by. Lost.
He finally understood why so many people were addicted to it.
The magician, who has always been honest with desires and hopes, has to admit that he is really comfortable, and he is so comfortable that it is difficult for him to hold on to himself.
What was unwilling to do was that the demon who had been provoked by him and refused to say ”Your skills are too bad” didn't know where to learn a skill, so he easily let him throw away his armor and surrender.
Unhappy, quite unhappy.
Out of the unwillingness of ”never bow your head in front of your old enemy”, Zong Jiu ignored the puppet thread that was wrapped around his waist and decisively put on a look like no big deal, just like a pet. The arrogant and unfamiliar cat waved his paw and made mockery.
”Compared to your poor technique, that's it.”
The man looked at him with a faint smile, and suddenly attacked, ”Oh?”
”hiss--”
The sudden stimulus shocked the white-haired young man, who subconsciously wanted to struggle to escape from the extremely cold finger.
But he couldn't do it.
The shadow and the puppet line together sealed his retreat.
Even before Zong Jiu himself hadn’t noticed it, those puppet silks with a material similar to steel wire had firmly entangled his feet/ankles, making him forced to stand on tiptoe, and he could only rely on the other party’s center of gravity. A posture that is better to be explored when being held up.
Just like a large doll dedicated to the devil, play around at will.
Although Zong Jiu knew that the other party's body temperature was very cold. But he never thought that it was just a finger that could be cold like this.
This **** hand is no different from Bingtuo, Zong Jiu can't imagine what kind of torture will be ushered in after this long tug-of-war.
The devil is not a kind of gentle and considerate lover at all. It has been a great kindness to be able to let go of the magician for so long before. Now, under the provocation of Zong Jiu one after another, those dark golden pupils narrowed dangerously and decided to solve the problem from the source. problem.
Since the words are so unpleasant, let him be speechless.
The darkness began his expansion and occupation, and the moonlight came over the window one after another, and the interval was faster than the storm. It was ruthless and unreasonable.
Due to the side effects of the curse and the moonlight just once, the white-haired magician's body is now so soft that he can't lift it up with any strength. He can only hook the man's neck with one hand, close his eyes and grit his teeth.