Chapter 241

As expected, Zong Jiu finally understood why the parchment repeatedly warned him. Every few lines, the contractor would be reminded of the devil's cunning and treacherous nature.

Reality proved that the devil was indeed cunning.

From exchanging bodily fluids without actually doing it, to "I Can't Enter", to "Baby, So Good Again".

Each time, the devil was more and more insatiable. Every time, the devil would step right on the boundary of Magician's heart. When Magician looked back, he realized that the devil was already so far away.

But of course, if this could heal his hands, Zong Jiu would at most treat it as a one-night stand.

That's right, there would be no psychological burden. Not only would his hands recover, but they would also improve. No matter how he thought about it, he would be the one benefiting.

Zong Jiu told himself that. Finally, in the middle of the night, he could not help but sneak out of bed.

What a joke. How could he let a demon sleep in the same bed as him? So after he finished showering, he mercilessly locked the demon in the small study room that came with the apartment. There was a small cushioned bed that Zong Jiu had prepared for him when he was reading. Although it didn't seem to be enough for a demon who was too tall … but what right did a bastard like him who only knew how to eat and drink have to express his opinion!

He stepped barefoot on the furry carpet and pricked up his ears to listen for sounds in the distance.

It was very quiet.

This high-class condominium was located on the upper floors, and it was the favorite area for many public figures to purchase. Whether it was security or privacy, it was very good. It was usually far away from the streets, and there was a private elevator on each floor. The soundproofing effect was absolutely top-notch, and no sound could be heard.

It was late at night. Even a devil would need to sleep.

Zong Jiu looked around cautiously. After confirming that the study room door was still closed, he tiptoed forward.

Strange, why did he feel that his eyesight had improved greatly?

In such a dark environment, even without turning on the lights, it was easy to see the whole picture of the whole apartment.

Could it be that signing a contract with a devil would improve one's physical attributes?

Zong Jiu's doubts grew.

He felt like he was shrouded in a fog.

It seemed like …

Magician lowered his head and looked at his hands.

His hands were now very healthy and full of vitality. It was not a problem for him to open ten decks of cards in a row. In the next second, he could even continue his previous world tour or crack some kind of high-end magic trick that Zong Jiu had shown earlier.

To put it in an even more exaggerated way, with his current pair of hands, it wouldn't be difficult to surpass the great magicians of the past. He could create history that belonged to the "Great Magician Zong Jiu," and firmly believed that whether it was in the past or in the future, no one could surpass him.

It was because it was superior.

It was impossible for a magician not to know the limits of his hands.

No matter what, it was all thanks to the devil.

Without the devil, Zong Jiu would not know what would happen to him in the future.

Maybe he, he would be depressed, or maybe he would be bored's, or maybe he would lose his interest in this world..

But Zong Jiu, Zong Jiu, Zong Jiu, Magician, Zong Jiu, Zong Jiu and Zong Jiu, Zong Can's.

In the darkness, Zong Jiu's hands were stretched out miraculously.

Yesterday, Zong Jiu's heart was still swaying because of his broken hands. Even though he heard the words of the experts, Zong Jiu still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Just as they said, he was waiting for "a miracle."

Although the miracle had turned into selling his soul and signing a contract with a devil, it was still considered a miracle.

At least, it was a miracle that belonged to Zong Jiu alone.

However, he had a feeling that … he had seen this devil somewhere before.

Maybe it was not a normal relationship. It was like … it was supposed to be like this.

It was like he had forgotten something.

Zong Jiu rubbed his temples and suppressed this inexplicable thought. He picked up the booklet on the ground again.

Along with the hexagram altar cloth and the parchment, there was another booklet. On the booklet, there were 653 rules about summoning a devil from hell.

Zong Jiu skimmed through it briefly and rearranged the candles, silver knives, utensils, and the six-pointed star altar cloth with the names of countless Jewish gods on the ground according to the requirements. He then began to recite the anti-summoning spell.

… That's right. Since his hand was healed, he had to burn the bridge after crossing it. He had to turn against him and send this despicable devil back to his hell.

Zong Jiu had even prepared a script for himself. Even if the Angel mentioned by the devil really found out, he had to at least get himself out of the situation.

He cut the wound on his arm and waited for the blood to gush out. He then chanted the anti-summoning spell three times.

Still, nothing happened.

This time, Zong Jiu had the experience from last time. He waited for a long time on the spot, waiting for the spell to activate.

There should be something like that. Otherwise, why would the devil only appear after he chanted the spell three times?

The night sky was still silent. There was no sound.

Did it work?

Zong Jiu turned around to look at the door of the study. There was no movement.

He put the knife back on the floor and covered his wound. He walked towards the door step by step.

He pressed his head against the door, but he didn't hear any sound coming from inside.

If the anti-summoning spell was successful … the devil should have been thrown back to hell.

But it was better to be safe.

Zong Jiu took two steps back and decided not to push the door open. This way, he would have a way out regardless of whether he returned to hell or not.

The white-haired youth retreated step by step until … he bumped into a cold body.

"My dear magician, why are you in front of the bedroom door in the middle of the night? Are you having a hard time sleeping?"

The devil skillfully hugged him. He did not sound sleepy at all. Instead, there was a hint of mockery in his voice.

"Why are you still here?"

Zong Jiu turned around abruptly and punched him.

Ever since his hands recovered, it was as if he had awakened some strange attribute. He was always itching to fight.

"You can't blame me for this. You were the one who disturbed my sleep in the middle of the night."

The man sighed and shook his head. "Haven't you heard of the old saying, Mr. Magician? It's easier to invite the devil in than to send him away. Since we have already signed a contract, it's not a good habit to go back on your word. "

Although he was the young and inexperienced version of the magician, he was still as rebellious. If the devil was really a devil, he might have been beaten back. But the crux of the problem was … all of this was just a bluff.

It was rare. Usually, the magician was the one who bluffed him, but now, the devil was the one who turned the tables.

"Mephistopheles Phyllis!"

"Sleep."

The devil lazily threw him onto the bed and climbed up. He pulled him into his cold embrace as if he was hugging a large doll.

Zong Jiu had to thank the constant temperature air conditioner in the apartment. Otherwise, he would have shivered for a while.

"If you have so much energy, do you want to do it again?"

The man hugged him with one hand and played with his silver hair with the other.

The devil pretended to put on a show. "Baby, you've already treated me so passionately today. I'm very satisfied. Although I'm very happy to replenish my magic, you're too fast. It's not good for your body if you do it a few more times. "

"Who are you calling fast!"

Zong Jiu was flustered and exasperated. This time, he used 655% of his strength and kicked the person off the bed.

This was a matter of a man's dignity. How could he tolerate this?

The truth was that Zong Jiu was not fast, but the difference between them was obvious.

"Get lost! You'll sleep on the carpet! "

Zong Jiu rolled up the blanket on the bed and wrapped it around himself. He closed his eyes.

Of course, he did not sleep. His ears were still paying attention to the wind and grass around him.

Who would be so careless as to fall asleep in the presence of a demon with evil intentions? Zong Jiu could not.

But it was strange.

He had only summoned this devil yesterday and had sex with him an hour later. It had been less than 79 hours, but it felt like they had known each other for a long time.

When Zong Jiu snapped out of his daze, he realized there was a furry thing beside him.

He looked up and saw that it was a burnt toy rabbit.

This rabbit wasn't good-looking and was very ugly. A large portion of its earlobes was charred and suffused with a black and yellow color.

Strange. It looked familiar. But he could not remember where he had seen it before.

"…" Magician was silent for a moment.

"Did we know each other in the past?"

The devil, who was about to sneak onto the bed, raised a brow. "Yes."

He did not shy away from admitting this.

"We used to be closer. You even invited me to share a bed with you whenever I wanted."

The man pretended to sigh. "Now you've forgotten everything."

"How is that possible? Dream on."

Zong Jiu said coldly, "You're a devil living in hell. How could we know each other? You're a liar. I won't believe you. "

The devil was speechless.

He had been fooled by his own words. He had miscalculated.

The apartment became quiet again.

This time, it really became very quiet.

Zong Jiu was alert to prevent the devil from climbing onto the bed. At the same time, he was thinking about the details of the next day.

Since his hand had recovered, he had to bring up the remaining work and things that he had left behind … There was also the International Magic Exhibition that had just started. Of course, there were also the countless people who were waiting to see him, the great magician, fall from his pedestal and become a joke.

His hard-earned vacation was gone and he had to return to his social life the next day.

Fortunately, magicians only needed to perform. Other than studying magic, they had a lot of freedom in their private time. They did not have the restrictions of a celebrity.

Perhaps he was really tired today. The white-haired magician's breathing gradually became long and deep.

The shadows surrounding the bed swarmed forward and wrapped him tightly into a cocoon, ensuring that they would not disturb his light sleep.

Satisfied, the demon returned to the bed and hugged her with the quilt between them.

His dark golden pupils flickered in the darkness as he murmured.

"I didn't lie to you, my dear magician. You did say that."

In the Judgement Day instance, the little devil who was hugging a doll woke up from a nightmare. His eyes were unfocused and focused on the white-haired magician who was holding a candlestick in front of him.

Whether it was the little devil who was six years old or the great devil who was now, they seemed to have heard their non-existent heartbeat at that moment.

It was reassuring.

"Next time, if there's no light in the room and the candles are not lit, you can look for me to light a fire."