Thriller Trainee (101 - 259)

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The room is extremely dark, and the only light is the sparkling waves projected on the bath from a distance, following the surging and flickering of the small waves.

A strangely twisted chandelier hung down from a height, surrounded by a decorative candle holder, and a white candle stood above it. The body of the candle was covered with tears, as if it had never been lit by anyone.

The Weeping Madonna and the Last Supper will naturally not be absent. The inverted cross-shaped ornament is hung on the bookshelf opposite the end of the bed, surrounded by a circle of withered black tulips.

Farther away, the huge rose garden sleeps in the night sky. Through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, you can easily see the quiet appearance of the flashing fireflies outside and the moonlight.

Just in front of the French window, on the **** bed, the man put his arms around his magician from behind, sliding his fingers along the sunken line of the other's spine, and he couldn't put it down.

Beside them, the huge golden cage was empty, and only the cold base could be seen.

After a non-Chief Onmyoji made an oolong accident and fell into it, the bed covered with rose petals was thrown into the sea with the dormitory owner mercilessly. Perhaps it left a certain psychological shadow, and even the golden cage created under the explosion of this evil interest has no use for it, which is really a pity.

"Are you looking for me, baby?"

The devil's tone was sweet and lazy, and there was a sense of after-dinner satisfaction in it, which made people angry.

On weekdays, the man’s black hair and braided hairband disappeared. Zong Jiu carefully thought about it before he remembered that he had been pressed against the wall by him, and he couldn’t move when he was **** with a puppet silk. In order not to fall from the air, he could only Reluctantly hooked the man's waist with his leg, his eyes flushed with anger.

Obviously, it only needs one time to solve the curse, but one time of the devil is equal to the five or six times of Zong Jiu under the cursed state.

However, he succumbed to the chaos without removing the curse. He was so limp that he could only speak intermittently, cursing this guy for nothing, and in the end he didn't even have the strength to scratch people, so he had to start pulling him frantically. thing.

I tore off the hair tie, the tie was pulled loose, and the buttons of the shirt were missing, revealing the well-textured chest behind.

The devil didn't stop at that time, but generously let Zong Jiu make trouble, only occasionally raised his eyes from the hanging black hair and glanced at him like a smile, and used another physical method to get the magician's feet. . Toes curled up and shuddered and shut up.

Thinking of these details, Zong Jiu felt his fists were hardened.

He sneered and swung a punch directly.

Unexpectedly, the devil did not hide.

This guy was very sloppy on the bed, and he didn't wear a single piece of clothing. The white-haired young man punched him firmly in the center of his uninspired chest.

However, because Zong Jiu had just recovered from the curse, he would still be a bit unable to grasp his strength for a while. It seemed fierce, but in fact he didn't have much strength.

At least for demons who are not humans, cannot be strengthened in the main system, and are judged to be beyond the scope of humans, the power of this fist is probably about the same as a cat tickle.