Chapter 246

The days passed slowly, and Christmas finally arrived as promised.

Decorations were everywhere, Christmas trees with colorful lights were placed on the street corners, and Christmas carols were played in the shopping malls.

This year's Christmas was exceptionally cold, and it looked like it was going to snow.

However, the high-class apartment was located near the sea, and it wasn't very high, so it wasn't going to be easy for it to snow.

Zong Jiu woke up early. He opened his eyes before dawn, slapped away the demon's hand on his body, and stepped on the carpet to walk to the cloakroom.

Winter was too cold, so the heater in the apartment was usually set to the highest. As long as one didn't go out, they could wear short sleeves indoors. However, this temperature wasn't for Zong Jiu, but for some people who were too cold and liked to stick close to others, it was annoying. In the end, for the sake of his health, Zong Jiu had to turn the heater to the highest setting with a dark face.

When he finished changing and washing up, it was almost dawn.

Magician took the coffee from the coffee machine, took out the browned toast from the toaster, and smeared a thick layer of ketchup on it. He stood in front of the dining table and was about to tie his hair.

In the next second, a hand full of scars brushed past his fingertips, and skillfully took the hair band from the white-haired youth's hand, and tied up his silver-white hair that scattered like moonlight.

The man stood behind him lazily, controlling the shadows to massage Magician's waist while he combed the hair with his fingers.

Zong Jiu didn't move, allowing the man to comb his hair, but his eyes were still sober.

He put the plate back in the kitchen, picked up a thick cashmere scarf, and put on a mask and sunglasses. "Let's go."

If it was in the past, Zong Jiu's apartment was far away from the small town where the old church was located. Every time, they had to book a room in a hotel in the small town a few days in advance and take a plane to get there.

However, there was no need for that now. With the devil, they could easily get there by shuttling through the shadows, saving them a lot of time on the road.

The black-haired devil snorted, and grabbed Zong Jiu's hand.

In the next second, the shadows around the room suddenly rose from the ground, forming an ominous dome curtain in front of them, and they couldn't see the end of it.

It wasn't the first time Zong Jiu fell into the shadows. Not long ago, he was forced to experience the feeling of being surrounded by shadows after losing a bet with the devil.

To humans, this alternate dimension was undoubtedly very cold and dark, without the slightest bit of light.

Because these shadows were constantly moving, even with Zong Jiu's excellent night vision, he couldn't see anything in this space.

He could only follow the devil's lead.

What Zong Jiu didn't realize was that for him, putting himself in a situation that he couldn't control was actually a sign of trust. There were always things that would subtly change

After walking for a short while, they suddenly opened up.

They appeared in the middle of the night...

"It's snowing.

Magician couldn't help but tighten the scarf around his neck, a layer of white mist forming around his mask as he was suddenly exposed from the warmth of the room to the sub-zero temperature.

The ground was covered in a thick layer of snow, and there were no footprints. It was so soft that it felt like stepping on clouds.

The town was strangely quiet, and only the sound of the church bell could be heard, echoing in the air.

The faith of Christmas was very strong. For the city where Zong Jiu lived when he was young, the people here were generally religious. There was a holiday for seven days. There was no one on the streets at all. Every door was closed, and the shops were closed.

However, it was different in the coastal city where Zong Jiu's apartment was located. It was the Spring Festival, and there was no such thing as Christmas. Everyone still did what they were supposed to do, and no one cared.

Halfway through, Zong Jiu suddenly remembered something.

He forgot to buy flowers.

The elderly nun loved flowers, and every time she came back, Zong Jiu would bring a bouquet of flowers. Usually, the hotel would prepare it for him, but this time, he had forgotten to use Shadow Travel.

Left with no choice, Zong Jiu could only walk around the street, hoping to find a flower shop that was still open.

Fortunately, there was one at the corner of the street, and it was the only one. It was just an accessory shop.

This small town could be considered a tourist city, and there were many local accessories. Usually, there were all kinds of small shops scattered around the old street, and there were all kinds of things. There were handmade crafts, and also rare witchcraft souvenirs.

The shop assistant at the door looked at their interlocked hands, and immediately showed a warm smile.

"Merry Christmas! Do you want to give your wife a local flower ring? "

Zong Jiu was speechless.

This was the second time, and the last time was half a year ago when the little girl was selling roses.

As the black-haired devil chuckled happily, Magician quickly let go of the hand that he had forgotten to let go, and said, "No, I want to ask, do you have fresh flowers in your shop? I just need to buy some flowers. "

"Yes, we do, please follow me."

The shop assistant looked at them regretfully. Although both of them were wearing sunglasses and masks, one could tell that they were a perfect match just by looking at their physique and atmosphere.

The rings in the shop were not like the dazzling array of precious metals found in jewelry stores, and instead, they were warm.

The ring was wrapped with bronze vines, and a small rose was delicately carved on it.

After wrapping a bouquet of white lilies for Magician, the shop assistant was still a little disappointed.

"Are you sure you don't want to buy a ring? We have a romantic ancient legend here, as long as you put a flower ring on your wife at midnight, you will never be separated. "

"Thank you for your kindness, but we really don't need it."

Zong Jiu politely refused, and glared at the devil whose smile could not be hidden by the mask, and walked out of the shop.

They walked along the road, and at the end of it was the old church.

Even though ten years had passed, it was still the same as Zong Jiu remembered, with grey walls and white roofs.

In the winter, the fat pigeons had already flown away. Perhaps it was because Zong Jiu came at the wrong time, the church had just finished a Christmas event, and the snow on the stone road had already turned into ice.

The world was very quiet, and the snow was falling heavily, fluttering like catkins, with no end in sight.

Zong Jiu had never thought that there would be a day where he would bring another person here.

Incredible, absurd, he would never have dared to think about it in the past.

"Wait."

The white haired magician stopped, and smiled faintly.

Under the reflection of the sunlight and snow, he seemed to be one with the snow behind him.

"It doesn't seem good for a devil to enter the church, right?"

The devil choked.

As the saying goes, a lie needs a thousand lies to cover it up.

Back then, in order to show that he was weak after losing his magic power, the demon had made up a lot of lies to coax the young and immature magician into bed. Now, he had shot himself in the foot.

"Of course, my dear, I will wait for you outside."

He showed a sweet smile. "Don't let me wait too long, the Christmas atmosphere and the church will increase the consumption of my magic. If I lose too much magic, I will feel sorry for you, my dear. "

Zong Jiu was speechless.

If the devil lost too much magic, he should feel sorry for him. Was this reasonable?

The white haired magician snorted and walked into the church without looking back.

But the moment he stepped into the church, the expression on his face disappeared without a trace, and he became calm.

At this moment, Lucien did not seem to be the high-spirited young magician he used to be. Instead, he looked more like a young magician who had experienced years of despair in the abyss and experienced a life-and-death struggle in the infinite loop of the trainee competition.

Time could change too many things, from the initial vigilance to the current familiarity. He didn't know when it started, but the magician who was used to being alone and hated to be disturbed by others also spent more and more time with one more person.

With the passage of time, his memories were gradually unsealed.

Until now, Zong Jiu could almost analyze from the few memory fragments that this guy was most likely not a devil from hell. Nine out of ten sentences that he said to replenish his magic were probably just to coax him.

Zong Jiu's head was very hard.

In the end, he had only picked up a few memory fragments. Zong Jiu was still confused about what their relationship was in the past, why did he lose this memory, and what was his goal … Zong Jiu was still confused about these kinds of questions.

But, soon.

Zong Jiu had a premonition that he only needed an opportunity, a coincidence, and those things that had been sealed for so long, no matter if it was the memory or the past, they would all be returned to him.

Zong Jiu didn't like to be kept in the dark, he liked to have everything in the palm of his hand.

In other words, this kind of peaceful, uneventful life was like the moon in the water, a facade that one knew would shatter at the slightest touch.

It was because of this that Zong Jiu insisted on coming here. He needed to verify a guess in his heart.

Then, he would completely recover his memories.

.....

After the magician's figure disappeared from the entrance of the church, the devil retracted his gaze.

The smile on his face disappeared, and he became bored.

It had been almost a year.

This dungeon had started almost a year ago.

But in reality, the time flow in the dungeon was different from the outside world. No matter how much time passed in the dungeon, only a few hours would pass in the outside world.

This kind of peaceful life was even more unbelievable to the devil, it was a novel experience that he had never experienced before.

In the past, only human nature, blood, and death interested him. But now, the magician had become his eternal source of joy, and he never got tired of it.

The devil looked around aimlessly, and his gaze landed on the accessory shop again.

There, a crimson rose was wrapped around a dark green vine, preserved and fixed on a red velvet cloth in an unknown way. It looked like the cursed rose of the beast, or the one on planet B167 that would never wither.

The loser had to act like a loser.

Zong Jiu thought that even if he knew, he would never say it out loud.

If the magician guessed it, he would treat it as a surprise.