Chapter 240

Zong Jiu felt like the world had gone crazy.

Yesterday, he had picked up a piece of parchment and followed the incantation on it. He had accidentally summoned a real demon in a black suit.

The demon did not have the smell of sulfur, nor did he have two goat horns like the parchment said. He even looked very handsome. In the real world, he could easily make a name for himself with his looks and become an international superstar. He did not look as ferocious as the Wikipedia description.

But no matter what, he really was a demon.

When Zong Jiu saw that with a snap of his fingers, countless shadows swarmed over and devoured the parchment, one could imagine the shock in his heart.

Although he was a magician and his daily job was to fool the audience, as the saying goes, after playing magic for a long time, he did not believe in such things anymore. Therefore, when he saw such a magical scene, even Zong Jiu, who was usually calm, couldn't help but doubt the materialism education he received in the past 75 years.

Next, it was time to discuss the contract and the agreement.

Faced with the demon's request, the magician who only wanted to recover his hands agreed without hesitation.

Even if the demon wanted his soul, Zong Jiu was not afraid. Why would he be afraid of giving him "something that the demon had never owned before"?

Logically speaking, at this point in time, the demon who had signed the contract should begin to recover the magician's hands.

But at this moment, the demon said that he had used too much magic to recover his hands because he had been summoned from hell to the human world.

Zong Jiu was speechless.

He felt like he had been fooled by a donkey and his fists hardened.

He really wanted to follow his impulse of seeing the devil's flawless face and throw a punch over.

In the end, Zong Jiu calmed down.

They had signed the contract and were now in the same boat. There was no point in going back on their words.

Although Zong Jiu had already made plans to betray them at the last minute, he hadn't gotten his hands on them yet, so it wasn't the time to betray them.

Zong Jiu said, "Tell me, how can you replenish your mana?"

He didn't even realize that he had subconsciously ignored the other party's hands that were messing around on his face. Perhaps his subconscious was too familiar with the other party, and he had actually included the other party in his safe zone.

The demon narrowed his eyes and looked at him. His tone was somewhat regretful, and he began to talk nonsense in a serious manner.

"Generally speaking, the fastest way to replenish mana is to kill people. As long as you absorb enough souls, your mana will return."

Hmm, not bad. It fits the devil's setting very well.

"No, you can't go out and kill people," Magician grumbled in his heart.

Killing was against common sense and against the law.

There were so many cameras and reporters around the high-class apartment. If he was caught, he would be the unlucky one.

"No, no, no, my dear magician, I'm a good, law-abiding demon."

The demon looked at him innocently, not bothering to hide the mockery in his dark golden eyes. "You don't know this. Although it's the end of the era, heaven is still watching over this world. If a demon from hell suddenly appears, the angels will quickly discover it."

Zong Jiu had a bad feeling. "What if I'm discovered?"

"Ah, it shouldn't be too bad. After all, demons are immortal. At most, they'll be chased back to hell."

The man spread out his hands. "But if a contestant hastily made a contract with the devil, he might be punished if he was caught. Heaven has many ways to torture people, and it's not any worse than hell."

The more he listened, the more he felt that he had been deceived.

Zong Jiu suppressed his anger. If it wasn't for the fact that he had to protect his precious hands, he would have beaten the demon up.

But right now, he could only remain calm, and even more calm.

"You mean, if I sign a contract with you, not only will I help you replenish your mana, but I also have to help you escape from heaven?"

"Don't worry, as long as we follow the rules, the angels won't be able to find us."

The demon happily began his bluff. "It's safest for demons to stay with their contractors, so …"

He lowered his voice, bent down, and stared into the pair of light pink eyes.

"Only you can replenish my mana, my dear little magician."

For some reason, Zong Jiu felt as if he had been bewitched by this dark gold color that was so dark that he couldn't see its depths. He couldn't look away anymore.

He remembered a random dream. It seemed that in the dream, there was a pair of eyes like this, watching him.

Zong Jiu pretended to be calm and said, "Tell me, other than killing people, how can I replenish my mana?"

"The easiest way … of course, is to exchange bodily fluids."

The next second, the demon lowered his head and kissed him without warning.

His cold lips and tongue went straight into Zong Jiu's mouth. It was so cold that the tip of his tongue trembled.

Even though the demon didn't smell of sulfur, his temperature matched the setting of a cold-blooded creature from hell.

But strangely, Zong Jiu didn't hate it. It was the passive acceptance that made him uncomfortable.

But he still needed help from the demon, so he had to be patient.

Sensing Zong Jiu's distraction, the demon narrowed his eyes, and his white-gloved fingers began to move down dangerously.

The white-haired magician shivered and pushed the demon away. "What are you doing?!"

"This is too slow. If this is all, I don't know how long it will take to replenish my mana."

The demon pretended to be dissatisfied and continued his act. "Why don't we try a faster method?"

Seeing that the magician seemed to be moved, the demon went further. "Don't you want to recover your hands quickly, baby?"

Zong Jiu didn't realize that he had jumped from little magician and dear contractor to baby.

But indeed, in order to recover his hands, Zong Jiu was willing to agree to anything.

Then they rolled together.

Zong Jiu couldn't remember the process.

It was because the demon had promised not to go to the last step, and Magician had agreed to it after holding back for a while.

Anyway, he would be the one enjoying himself if he didn't do the last step.

Even if he couldn't accept it, he still had to think about the big picture. His hands were more important.

But this time, it was too much.

Magician, who had lost his memory, couldn't resist the physical stimulation. His hands subconsciously pressed on the demon's head, trembling as he declared his surrender.

But it wasn't over yet.

In a daze, Zong Jiu seemed to hear the demon laugh and say that his mana was still lacking.

Then the demon skillfully flipped him over. Before Zong Jiu could react, the demon grabbed his waist and slowly bit off his gloves.

The cold fingers didn't have any warning and successfully brought Magician back to his senses.

"You … Wait, this isn't right … Ugh!"

However, just as he began to protest, the demon blocked all his protests with a strong stance.

Zong Jiu didn't want to remember what happened after that.

He only remembered that he was cursing and swearing at the beginning, but he didn't dare to move his hands. He could only be held down and scolded softly. Don't press on my hands. In the end, he endured until the corners of his eyes turned red and he panted intermittently. He couldn't speak anymore.

When he woke up again, there was still an indescribable sweetness in the air.

On the large bed in the dark blue apartment, the demon hugged his contractor tightly. His black hair and silver hair intertwined. They were as intimate as lovers who had been together for a long time.

Magician opened his tired eyes. His silver eyelashes fluttered as he recalled what had happened.

Not only did he end his years of chastity, but he was also so wild this time. Not only did he find a woman of the same sex, he even crossed races.

Zong Jiu couldn't have the "it doesn't matter as long as it feels good" attitude that he would have a few years later. For a moment, he felt that the world had gone crazy.

There was a demon from hell. Was it scarier to make a deal with the demon or to be slept with by the demon?

It had to be the latter!

"Baby, you woke up so early. Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

The demon lazily pulled her into his arms, his tone languid.

"Get out of here!"

Magician was so angry that he kicked him. He didn't expect the demon to press him down from behind and leave a trail of hot kisses on his smooth back.

The culprit kissed his tailbone and moved closer to his ear.

"There's no need to prepare anymore. Why don't we do it again?"

How was this a contract with the demon? This was clearly raising a father for himself!

Zong Jiu's intestines were green with regret.

He even began to give up on himself. Since he had already done it and the demon was healed, the first thing he had to do after his hands were healed was to send this demon back to hell!

Mist rose in the bathroom and the warm water flowed over his ankles.

Magician's voice was hoarse and his eyes were red. It wasn't clear if he was happy or angry.

"Now that you've healed your magic, you should have made a contract right?"

Hearing Magician's tone, the demon knew when to stop.

"Of course, my dear Magician. It's my pleasure to serve you."

He kissed the corner of Magician's lips and snapped his fingers.

In the next second, the light in the bathroom was covered by shadows.

Some black shadows crawled onto the magician's hands and easily removed the heavy plaster and bandages.

Without the binding of the plaster, Zong Jiu could feel that his hands seemed to have become much lighter.

The white-haired youth didn't care about his anger. He lowered his head and tried to move his trembling fingers.

He could feel it.

He could feel it!

Magician slowly clenched his fists, feeling the difference in strength from before.

He could feel that his hands were brimming with power. It was even more powerful than when he was at the peak of his magic performance, much more so.

If he could, he could easily grab the cards he wanted from the fifty-four scattered cards.

If he wanted, he could even consider challenging a few of the magic techniques that had been passed down in the magic world. It was a technique that no one could master except for the famous ones.

"Baby, your hands are so nimble."

The devil pretended to be surprised and grabbed Magician's hand from behind, interlocking his fingers with Magician's.

"Yes, they're much more nimble."

Zong Jiu's lips curved as he retracted his other hand.

Then, he used all his strength to turn around and give the other party a hard punch.