Chapter 245

Two months of vacation wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. After the vacation, Zong Jiu started his world tour again.

This time, the tour was longer. There were three or four shows in every city, so the days he had to stay in the city were longer.

Fortunately, the time between each show was much longer. In the past, he had to perform a few shows a week, but now he only had to perform one show a week, so it was easy.

Half a year had passed, and Zong Jiu was familiar with the existence of the devil around him.

During this period of time, something that was neither too big nor too small happened.

This was because Zong Jiu was caught off guard during a fight on the bed. His body was at a disadvantage, and he could only taunt the other party, saying that the other party was a demon from hell. At the time, the devil bit the back of his neck, snorted, and went deeper, but he didn't say anything.

In the end, after this incident, the demon often disappeared for no reason in the past few months. No one knew what he was doing secretly outside.

Anyway, Zong Jiu didn't care. Once he was in work mode, he didn't care about anyone. Instead of letting the devil disturb him, it was better for him to disappear when he needed to work. This way, the devil wouldn't bother him.

As long as he wasn't performing and didn't need to socialize, the devil would always appear without a trace. Zong Jiu's manager saw this a few times, and his expression was one of shock and amusement. However, he didn't dare to say anything or ask anything.

As for Zong Jiu, he was too lazy to explain. In the end, he didn't know how to describe his relationship with the devil.

They were fixed bed partners, but compared to waking up partners, they were more affectionate.

It was more appropriate to call them lovers. However, they were never inseparable and affectionate like lovers in the mortal world.

No one opened their mouths to start this topic. They all stopped there in tacit understanding. It was like a silent competition, and they didn't want to take the last step to break the taboo.

Soon, Zong Jiu knew what the other party was up to.

Today, he had to attend an auction. It was said that not only the magic circle's higher-ups would be there, but there were also some top people in other fields. In short, it was said that many industry representatives would be there. Zong Jiu, the great magician, was also invited.

Of course, he couldn't refuse this kind of party. Zong Jiu also had to cooperate with the various promotional activities written in the contract.

Early in the morning, his manager team took him from the hotel to the styling room. They bought all the clothes and hairstyles, and prepared for the party in the evening.

Along the way, his agent kept reminding him how important this auction was. He told him not to walk the red carpet energetically and sit in the corner after taking a photo, not to open for business at all.

Therefore, the white-haired young man agreed on the surface. In his heart, he thought that at most, he would participate in the auction and announce to everyone present that he was participating in the auction. In any case, it was impossible for him to dance. He didn't even need to think about it.

At this moment, an image suddenly flashed through Zong Jiu's mind.

The flying cards, the invisible strings of puppets, and the scene of him confronting another black-haired man in a dark hall, neither of them willing to give way to the other in an intense tango.

Zong Jiu was speechless.

He was just making a solemn vow, but now he was being slapped in the face.

Sure enough, as his manager said, tonight's auction party was indeed a gathering of celebrities and superstars.

The person walking the red carpet in front of Zong Jiu was the current international superstar of Hollywood. Suddenly, the spotlights outside flashed and screams came one after another. It was very lively.

Zong Jiu shook his head in his mind. He quickly walked down the red carpet, signed his name at the end, and smiled.

The staff came up to him respectfully and led him to the venue.

The dance floor was already filled with people in twos and threes wearing evening gowns. They chatted in this public place with countless eyes on them. They smiled politely at each other.

After Zong Jiu walked in, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.

He had noticed this himself. Before his hand was injured, his appearance wasn't as splendid as it was now. It seemed that after signing a contract with the devil, he had suddenly become as dazzling as the scorching sun. Wherever he went, he could easily harvest a large number of gazes.

"So it's the famous magician Mr. Zong. Nice to meet you."

For example, there was no shortage of people trying to hit on him.

There were always some people who were particularly fond of the white-haired magician's indifferent and arrogant aura. Even his gaze was particularly disgusting and disgusting.

Zong Jiu raised his glass and said perfunctorily, "Nice to meet you."

He didn't recognize who this person who was bragging about himself was, and he only listened to one or two sentences of what this person said before he turned his attention away with disinterest.

"If you don't mind …"

He didn't expect that the person who tried to strike up a conversation with him would become angry upon seeing him like this. He reached out his hand and tried to pull him back.

Magician's eyes dimmed, the cards in his hands ready to be played.

He also realized that ever since his hands recovered, his temper had worsened.

Or perhaps it was wrong to say that he had a bad temper. In the past, he would tolerate things that annoyed him, but now he was throwing cards at him.

"Excuse me, excuse me."

Just as he was about to teach the person a lesson, another white-gloved hand lazily rested on the person's shoulder.

Just as the person was about to curse out loud, he suddenly turned around and his face turned pale. He bowed and said, "Sir", and then left with his tail between his legs.

Zong Jiu looked up. As expected, the familiar voice belonged to someone he knew.

"You …" He was about to speak when he heard a surprised voice behind him. "Professor, why are you here?"

Magician turned back in confusion, only to see the famous Best Actor walking over with a glass of wine in his hand. His face was full of smiles as he greeted the black-haired devil respectfully.

"I paid attention to the lecture you gave in the university last time, but I really couldn't find the time to attend it. It's really a pity. If there's a chance, can I ask about the time and place of your next lecture?"

Zong Jiu was speechless.

Good heavens, if a demon could become a professor, would his students be reserved in hell?

The person was already so humble, but the demon did not give him any face at all. Impatience flashed across his face. "I'm busy, don't disturb me."

But when he turned around and saw Zong Jiu, he immediately put on another ambiguous smile. "Dear, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Everyone who was secretly paying attention to this side began to whisper, and their expressions were inevitably filled with shock.

There was no one present who did not recognize the outstanding magician, and no one who did not recognize Professor Mephisto, who was widely recognized as an authority in the industry.

It was always like this, there was no need for any actual achievements. When all the industry's top experts publicly acknowledged another person's strength, they would undoubtedly put the other person on the altar. Even if the demon only needed a few insignificant puppet strings to do so.

With so many media outlets here, this scene would probably spread even before the banquet ended.

Zong Jiu did not know what identity the demon had obtained, but he had no doubt that the demon had gotten rid of his unregistered status. He walked up to him openly and even acted as if they were close friends.

His identity might not be as simple as it seemed. How could a mere professor garner so much respect?

The Best Actor next to them broke out in a cold sweat. "Ahaha, I'm sorry to disturb the two of you. I'll leave now, I'll leave now." After saying that, he didn't dare to stay any longer and hurriedly left.

Not only that, but Zong Jiu also noticed that the person who had started the conversation seemed to have silently walked to a corner alone. He revealed a frightened and trembling expression, knocked over the wine glass in his hand, and knelt on the ground.

"What did you do?"

He gave the demon a warning look.

"I just woke him up."

The demon shrugged and intimately wrapped his arms around Zong Jiu's shoulders. "Don't mind these boring ants."

Zong Jiu was getting more and more confused about what this person was thinking.

Why did he remember his birthday? Why did he carry a black cat? Why did he say "Happy Birthday"? He did not seem like a demon at all. He easily understood the rules and played with them in the palm of his hand.

Just like now, why would a demon from hell need to spend so much effort to find an identity in the mortal world? He clearly didn't need any of this, and now he was acting as if he planned to develop in the long run, which made Zong Jiu even more confused.

Of course, there was another problem … Zong Jiu suspected that this person was not a demon at all.

However, he could not jump to conclusions before he obtained his memory. He still needed to test the waters.

"You can go back after the contract is completed. Or, do you plan to stay in the mortal world?"

"Baby, don't worry."

The demon sitting beside him lazily played with the magician's hair. "Not only the contract, you still owe me twice."

They talked softly in the auction hall as if there was no one else around. They did not realize how intimate they were in the eyes of others. They did not allow outsiders to interfere.

Zong Jiu frowned deeply. "When did I owe you twice?"

The demon smiled but did not say anything.

As they talked, the auction was still in full swing. Occasionally, the black-haired demon would nonchalantly glance over and raise the auction sign in his hand. However, Zong Jiu, who was addicted to his verbal advantage, did not pay much attention to this.

"Christmas is almost here. What are your plans?"

Looking at the next auction item, Zong Jiu suddenly realized something.

On Christmas Day last year, he was involved in a sudden car accident and spent the new year in a hospital room. It could be said that it was the darkest period of his twenty years of life.

Counting the time, he had the surgery at the end of January, he summoned the demon at the beginning of February … It had been almost a year.

Time flew by so quickly. It was unbelievable that they could spend so much time together. It felt like a lifetime had passed.

Every Christmas, Zong Jiu had to return to the old church. This year was no exception.