"That's not a bad idea."
With that, the Devil and Magician disappeared into the shadows, leaving the people in the banquet hall looking at each other in confusion.
After a long time, after confirming that they were gone, someone asked in a trembling voice, "What … What's … going on?"
The first voice was like a signal. All of a sudden, the trainees in the hall began to chatter and discuss.
"It turns out that Sir really knows the magician. Hahahahaha." Another trainee laughed awkwardly.
"It feels like the two S-level bosses have a good relationship. But that's right, Master has publicly expressed his love for Magician. Wasn't there a rumor that Magician accepted the Night people's invitation and was close to No.2 Fan Zhuo? Master even expressed his dissatisfaction with Magician? That rumor seemed to make sense, but now it seems like it was just a rumor. "
"Indeed, they seem to have a good relationship … That's why I'm still a little concerned about the devil's last sentence. Not a bad idea? What good idea? "
The banquet hall was silent. No one answered the question.
After a long time, someone said, "Anyway, Magician has risen to No.9. As for the rest, it's the bosses' business. It has nothing to do with us, so let's not worry too much."
Everyone nodded hurriedly.
Only the more imaginative livestream room exploded into fireworks.
[F * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck. Everyone, combined with the previous comment, I think I understand something.]
[Upstairs, you're not a human, I'm also …]
[So everyone thinks that when Master said 'that's not a bad idea', he wants to practice the unspoken rules on Magician? Damn, if you think about it this way, then the weird relationship between them can really be explained.]
[To all the sisters upstairs, I'm not the one who changed my face. F * ck.]
But after that, some passersby and followers were dissatisfied.
[Can you stop talking nonsense? This is obviously a senior taking care of the younger generation. There's no need to forcefully pull him in. What the hell, did you guys see it from under his bed?]
[That's right. Whether it's Magician or that lord, it's disgusting to involve them in such a joke. Everyone knows that there aren't many people who talk about relationships in the infinite loop. Why do you have to make such a disgusting joke? If you like matchmaking so much, go do it in your forum. Why do you have to pollute our eyes here?]
[I'm speechless. I was just joking, but you guys can take it so seriously. Please, this is a thriller trainee competition, not some house game. If you're sick, go and get treatment. All you think about every day is whether you can get what you want or not. Why didn't you guys die in the dungeon?]
[Indeed, look at her. She's just a bed partner at most. Isn't it normal in the infinite loop? Is there a need to be so agitated?]
Because people could die at any time, the intimate relationships in the Infinite Loop were very weak. There might be good friends who would go through life and death together, but there were very few couples who could support each other from the beginning to the end. There were almost none. Most of the time, it was because they were in an extremely stressful environment and needed a bed partner to satisfy their physiological needs. Coupled with the extremely distorted worship of the strong, everyone tacitly agreed that the strong would have more resources.
Thus, a new round of bullet screen war began.
On the contrary, in the banquet hall, everyone rarely expressed their true thoughts to the public. Instead, they stood silently in place.
The chief violinist pulled the bowstring again, and the organ band began to play a new dance song.
The trainees were all stunned. Then, they symbolically began to dance.
Of course, after so many things had happened just now, everyone was now a little absent-minded. Even the activity of looking for the true identity of a dance partner at the beginning was not as active as before.
The masquerade ball had only started for a little more than an hour, and they had already experienced so many twists and turns. Even the identity of the mysterious tutor had been turned upside down. For this reason, the trainees had already made plans in their hearts.
The relationship between the magician and the devil, No. 1 and No. 9, was not important.
What was important was that the master was very concerned and took care of No. 9. That was enough.
The magician's strength was already strong, and his background was so stable. It was really infuriating to compare oneself to others.
The venomous insect breeder who was kneeling on the ground trembled as he stood up. His whole body was weak, and his face alternated between green and white.
He seemed to be able to hear the faint mocking laughter coming from all directions. This made him want to find a hole to hide in. He hurriedly applied to leave the banquet hall with the main system.
On the other side, the beautiful girl Tokumon, who was covering her butt, retracted her gaze and continued to stare at the penguin man in front of her, Zhuge An.
Both of their masks were still on their faces, and there were no signs of them falling off. However, because of the awkward turn of events just now, they had both figured out who was who.
Zhuge An stared at Tokumon's double ponytail miniskirt and blue and white sailor suit with silk stockings. Tokumon stared at Zhuge An's penguin head cover, and both of them fell into silence.
Just now, in the darkness, Zhuge An had received a prompt from the main system, and only then did he recognize Tokumon. However, no matter how much he thought about it, he didn't expect that the other party … hmm … had an unusual interest in women's clothing.
Tokumon was the same. His eyes, which were wearing exaggerated contact lenses, were filled with undisguised shock. She didn't expect that Zhuge, who was usually cold and calm, would actually like … uh … small animals so much in private.
After a long time, Tokumon was the first to break the silence. "The magician, he …"
"He'll be fine." Zhuge An flatly denied.
Zong Jiu would definitely be in trouble, but not here.
Thus, both of them were speechless again.
"I'll tell you the exorcist's whereabouts …" After a long while, the penguin man spoke faintly.
Tokumon hurriedly continued, "I'll immediately, immediately, lose my memory on the spot."
Zhuge An nodded satisfactorily.
Tokumon put down the hand that was covering her butt. Just as she was about to symbolically shake hands with him to signify the completion of the transaction, the other party glanced at her hand with extreme mysophobia and slowly spoke.
"He's right behind you."
Tokumon:???
The beautiful girl with double ponytails turned stiffly and saw the man behind her pat her butt. He laughed and whistled. "Hey, old man, aren't you cold naked?"
Zhuge An, you f * cking old fox, you tricked me!
The Yin Yang Master angrily turned around, only to see the penguin man retreat and quickly disappear into the sea of people.
Motherf * cker, how could he forget that Zhuge An relied on great swindling to start his career!
Tokumon was so regretful that his intestines turned green. Hearing the Main System prompt that he had been deducted 900 points again, he pretended to be calm and said, "How did you persuade him?"
"I had no choice." The exorcist spread his hands. "I gave him too much."
"Come on, man, you bet and you lose. Where's the blue ticket?"
The Yin Yang Master's heart was bleeding, but the situation was urgent. In order to shut the exorcist's big mouth up, he hurriedly rummaged through his Backpack and handed over a blue ticket.
"Here, here. Hurry up and forget this scene, do you hear me?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd, and it instantly quieted down.
Tokumon felt strange. He subconsciously raised his head and found that everyone in the circle was staring at the … blue ticket in his hand.
Everyone knew that the Blue Note was a great weapon for Yin Yang Master ability users. However, because the difficulty of making it was too high, there were so many Yin Yang Master ability users, but only the No.10 Earth Imperial Gate could make it. Just like No. 2 Fan Zhuo's Army Knife Caligula and No. 3 Zhuge An's Tai Chi Eight Trigrams, it was a special item with a strong sense of direction.
This also meant that as long as it was taken out, everyone would be able to recognize it.
At first, no one paid attention to this side. After all, it was just two people talking, and no one was bored enough to pay attention to it. However, the penguin person brought a lot of attention, and the beautiful girl in the sailor suit's posture looked a little strange, so people paid attention to it.
As for Tu Yumen, because he was in a hurry, he was afraid that the exorcist would let it slip. In a moment of desperation, he forgot about this matter and took out his blue talisman in front of everyone.
Coincidentally, this scene was seen by a trainee.
The first person who saw it exclaimed, and thus attracted the attention of others, and more and more people saw it.
[I … You … I don't know what to say, but, Boss Tokumon is quite talented at cross-dressing.]
[I, ah, I don't know what to say. It turns out that the unlucky Yin Yang Master actually has this kind of hobby in private.]
[Sisters, I've been guessing who the girl in the sailor suit is for so long, but I never thought that it would be him.]
[Don't. This kind of public death scene can only be done by the unlucky Yin Yang Master. Light candle.jpg]
Tokumon: "…"
He stood there numbly, listening to the endless notifications of the System deducting points in his ears. Resigned to his fate, he pressed the button to teleport out of the banquet hall in this atmosphere of social death.
Other people might not be able to be human, but he couldn't be human.
At this moment, the unlucky Yin Yang Master suddenly had a great passion for the Horror Trainee Competition.
If he could be the last to debut and get the Universal Wishing Ticket, then he would definitely —
Let everyone, immediately, immediately, forget this scene (screams)!
Ah, this is so annoying, let this world be destroyed!
.....
No. 1's room was very dark.
Tch, it was no different from the last time Zong Jiu came.
The thick and suffocating darkness filled the large room, and the only light source was the cold moonlight seeping in through the huge floor-to-ceiling window beside the bathtub.
The young man's waist-long white hair spread out, and his back was pressed hard against the wall. His hands were still bound by the cold puppet strings, and he was free to do whatever he wanted.
The black-haired demon pinched the beautiful young man's chin. Taking advantage of the fact that the magician had yet to recover from the confusion caused by the Shadow Migration, his cold lips and tongue pried open the other party's teeth like a flexible snake and invaded the other party's mouth. He wantonly attacked the other party's thin lips, enjoying the other party's rare state of being forced to endure at this moment.
Unfortunately, it only lasted for a short second.
A second later, the pair of light pink eyes finally turned from slack to sharp.
Suddenly invaded by such a cold temperature, Zong Jiu furrowed his brows. He bent his knee and kicked the other party, wanting to end this inexplicable kiss.
The black-haired demon, who was staring at him with his eyes wide open, had already anticipated this. His white-gloved fingers curled slightly, and countless puppet strings escaped from the void and bound the Magician in place.
At this moment, his other hand was placed on the waist that he had commented was "too thin", and he pulled her into his arms.
The Magician was only allowed to sink into the demon's arms. Other than that, there was no other way.
Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes and coldly stared into the eyes filled with obscure desire.
Without any warning, he viciously bit down.
The thick taste of rust spread in his mouth, filling the cold kiss.
Zong Jiu didn't hold back, and his sharp canine teeth cut through the uninvited tongue.
Streaks of scarlet blood dripped from the man's mouth and dripped onto the Magician's ungloved wrist.
So the demon's blood was as cold as his body temperature.
In a trance, Zong Jiu suddenly came up with such an untimely idea.
After seeing the blood, the demon didn't stop. Instead, the smell of blood intensified. His dark golden eyes burned with a raging fire, like a beast released from a cage, breaking the boundary of a lunatic.
His hand moved from the white-haired youth's chin to the back of his neck, caressing the fragile carotid artery. He pressed the youth against the wall, not allowing the youth to escape. Instead, he drove his mouth deeper and kissed him deeper.
No.1's kiss didn't have any skills to speak of. His actions were rough and violent, and he only knew how to taste deeper and deeper, constantly sweeping across every corner of the Magician's mouth. He was like a glutton that stole the Magician's breath and saliva.
Since he couldn't escape, Zong Jiu gave up on the idea.
He paused for a moment and retaliated with the same unfamiliar kissing technique.
They were both adults. It was just a kiss. Who cared?
Their lips and tongues curled and danced together.
Rather than a kiss, it was more like a wild beast's bite. It was crazy, wanton, and satisfying.
It was no different from any of their previous bets, games, and tit-for-tat confrontations. But this time, the battlefield was shifted from the horror game of the trainees to the square inch.
In this large and dark room, in a corner where no one could see, they used their lips to entangle with each other, trying to determine the winner.
What was supposed to be a battle of life and death between old enemies took a turn. Maybe because of some stupid joke of fate, they both turned to an unknown point.
Several times, the silver-red crown almost slipped from the top of the Magician's head, but the puppet silk that was everywhere helped the Magician straighten it.
If there was a condition, they would kiss like this until the end of the world.
Because no one was willing to back down, and no one was willing to admit defeat.
Not far away, the weeping Virgin Mary was sobbing, her empty eyes watching the scene.
The Last Supper was carefully depicted on the portrait, with Jesus and his disciples cheering in the dark.
After a long time, the kiss that neither side showed weakness slowly stopped.
The unique smell of cold wood and cedar was circled in front of the demon's chest.
The evil dragon had monopolized his treasure and was so satisfied that he sighed.
The demon reluctantly retreated, and before he left, he even licked the magician's luscious lips.
In the end, the invader had the upper hand.
The Zong Jiu raised his head and leaned against the wall. His long hair was wet with sweat, and his Adam's apple bobbed a few times on his slender neck.
"… Let go of my hand."
When he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was unbelievably hoarse.
He was obviously panting, but he desperately wanted to hide this in front of his old enemy and return to his nonchalant appearance.
The satisfied demon did as he was told.
The man tugged at his tie, but he didn't forget to pull the other's tie off as well.
The puppet silk that bound the white-haired youth's hands disappeared without a trace in an instant.
In the next second, the Magician who was still panting suddenly hooked the black-haired demon's neck, forcing him to lower his head and offer him a kiss.
This action caused the latter to pause for a moment. His eyes widened slightly, and then he hugged the man tightly. His chest trembled uncontrollably, and he let out a happy muffled laugh. A new round of fierce battle began.
The Zong Jiu, who also didn't have any kissing skills, was only thinking about how to get back at his old enemy. He couldn't just let it go like this.
This time, warmth was replaced by coldness.
Unlike the previous bloody kiss, this kiss was obviously much crazier and more passionate.
Two bodies that were incompatible with the mortal world leaned against each other. Behind the skin hid extremely similar yet completely different souls. They kissed wantonly and rolled into the fire.
In the mortal world, they took pleasure in other people's pain and played tricks under the light. One was lack of interest, and the other was a gully that was hard to fill.
They both felt like they were missing something, but they seemed to have found something in each other's body and were finally complete.
A madman didn't know how to kiss, and neither did a magician.
They only knew how to bite with all their might, trying to suppress each other's movements and defenses, and swallow them into their throats and flesh.
Both the devil and the magician were creatures that didn't know how to love.
They were smart, conceited, and had a kind of madness buried in their bones, but they could never learn how to love.
Love was an armor, but it was also a weakness. They didn't have a weakness, but they also lost their armor.
For the first time, the devil didn't care about winning or losing. He laughed and kissed the magician back.
He simply revealed his Domain and allowed the other party to explore the frigid Hell as they wished.
The man lazily hugged the magician, and his hand at the back of the magician's neck played with the white hair hanging down. His hand slowly moved around the loosened clothes.
The magician was still wearing the same clothes as the devil.
The devil's body was much wider than the slender magician's. Because his body suddenly shrank and became shorter, the originally fitted suit was now loose and draped over his body, like a child stealing an adult's clothes.
After the tie was taken off, the white shirt was free. Because of their passionate kiss, a large part of the collar was loose, revealing a large area of skin that was so white that it almost glowed in the dark.
The dark golden pupils stared at the collarbone that rose and fell with the breath.
This was not the gaze of an ordinary experienced hunter locking onto his prey. Instead, it was more like a diner staring at the delicacies on the table, thinking in his heart about how to tear them apart and eat them into his stomach, slowly savoring them.
The man was deep in thought.
He finally understood why he had a kind of thirst when facing the magician, a desire that was more anxious than killing intent.
… It was sexual desire.
The cold white gloves quietly went around the white-haired youth while he was trying to adapt to his temperature and unbuttoned the dark gray vest.
It was originally the devil's clothes, and no one was more familiar with its structure than the devil.
The man gently hooked, and before the magician could react, the vest that was responsible for tightening the waistline was unbuttoned and placed on his open arm. From his vantage point, he was able to see a smear of dark red even deeper.
Clusters of dark flames burned in his pupils.
The other hand reached in from the open collar of the shirt, slowly testing the lines of the youth's recessed spine. It pressed lightly or heavily on the shoulder blade, like some kind of hint that didn't need to be said.
Zong Jiu, who was frowning and trying to gain the upper hand, came back to his senses. His light pink eyes were full of clarity.
The devil admired the red at the corners of the youth's eyes from the kiss. His fingers circled around the youth's tightened waistline, and seemed to have a tendency to go further.
They finally separated from the second kiss. The originally cold air seemed to be tainted with some kind of inexplicable ambiguity.
The heat rose silently in the air.
Zong Jiu's expression was a little strange.
Although their lips were separated, they were still very close to each other.
The white was imprisoned by the black. Cold and warm breaths intertwined, inseparable.
At such a close distance, the changes in the body were obvious.
After a moment of silence, the white-haired youth raised his eyebrows. "You have a reaction?"
The man chuckled.
After a disguised admission, he sent out an invitation with a hoarse voice and released the control on the youth's body.
"Do you want to do it?"
(Please review this part, there's no ghs. They're really not doing it, they're just saying it! If I delete it, it'll affect the character setting. I've already changed it many times. It's the New Year, please let me out. The child wishes you a happy new year, good person. Peace 55555)
The devil always followed his heart.
He had ignored countless men and women, even the same sex who indulged in sensual pleasures in the dark.
But with malice as his body, distortion as his flesh, and hatred as his blood, he wasn't interested in them at all. He only felt that they were inferior and lowly.
But now, he had developed a sexual desire for his old enemy.
The devil accepted this with pleasure. His blood boiled with eagerness.
He wanted to viciously tear off the other person's cold and indifferent skin and drag him into depravity.
The Magician's clothes hung on his body, revealing a large part of his skin.
The white-haired youth didn't answer. Instead, he reached into his Backpack.
When the Devil leaned forward, he put his hand on the Devil's shoulder unhurriedly.
A budding rose, dripping with dew, bloomed quietly.
[S-level trainee Zong Jiu used a B-level item: Rose of Planet B612 on you.]
[You have been immobilized for three minutes.]
The Magician nimbly broke free from the wall and kicked the stiff devil to the ground. He also used his black leather shoes to crush the other party.
Although the other party couldn't move, it was visible to the naked eye that he was even more excited.
His dark golden eyes were burning with a color that was bright enough to shine in the dark, as if he was being stared at by the abyss.
Zong Jiu slowly took out the familiar room card from his pocket and walked to the door without hesitation.
He turned sideways and raised his eyebrows with a sneer.
"Sorry, I'm not interested for the time being. You can solve it yourself. "