Chapter 247

There was an old legend in this small town.

It was said that in the Middle Ages, there was a forest here.

The witches in the forest were good at making love potions, using their own budding love as the raw material to boil and sell it to passing travelers.

Over time, as the materials were exhausted, the witch's heart gradually became dry, cold and hard, without a trace of waves.

So she could no longer make love potions, and there was no way to stay young forever.

She decided to close her witch's hut and leave this place.

Just before the witch made a decision, the last traveler arrived at the midnight bell. He brought the witch a flower ring, said his love, and awakened the witch's frozen heart.

"In the end, the witch and her beloved lived in the forest forever, until they were old. The legend of the flower ring has been passed down, so our town has the tradition of making flower rings. "

The clerk said with a smile, "You and the white-haired gentleman must be a very good couple, right?"

Originally, when the two gentlemen walked into the store, she was inexplicably afraid, and she didn't dare to look up at the black-haired gentleman. But the problem was that if she looked at the white-haired gentleman a few more times, the consequences would be more terrible than if she looked directly at the black-haired man, so the clerk tried to sell the ring and lowered her voice a lot.

She didn't expect that when she turned her head, the black-haired gentleman would return to the store, which was really unexpected.

"The white-haired gentleman doesn't seem to be very good at expressing his feelings, but his eyes have been paying attention to you."

The clerk carefully put the specially treated ring into the black velvet box, "We have seen this kind of look on many customers who come to the store to shop, and they are all happy couples."

"Your gentleman cares about you, there is no doubt about it."

"Don't take the packaging, just give it to me."

The devil always didn't like to listen to beautiful words, but this time he didn't interrupt the meaningless compliment, which was rare.

The clerk was stunned, and her mind immediately turned a corner.

It wasn't that she hadn't encountered this situation before. Generally, only when the customer who bought the ring was determined to propose, they would only take the ring box and leave.

"Thank you for your patronage, I wish you success in your proposal."

"By the way, there is a tradition here. If you intend to spend the rest of your life with another person, you must take him to the elders and let them see you. Even in front of the cemetery, the elders will give you their blessings. "

Propose?

The demon sneered and didn't explain. He seemed to put the small ring box into his suit pocket, but in fact, he put it through the pocket and into the shadows. Then, he strode out of the jewelry store.

It was still snowing outside, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The snowflakes fluttered about, covering the world in a haze.

The shadow spontaneously covered the demon's feet, preventing the snow from staining his pants. But in reality, perhaps this was a little unnecessary, because with the temperature of his body, it was simply not enough to melt them.

In fact, most of the time, demons did not understand the joys and sorrows of these humans and even scoffed at them.

He was a monster born from evil thoughts, so he was completely evil.

But magicians … were different.

To humans, this seemed to be very important.

As long as they did not leave this dungeon, no one would know that they had once tried their best to kill each other, and no one would know that they were once mortal enemies.

For the first time, the demon thought, "Even if it's such a peaceful life, if the other party is Magician, it's not bad to continue like this."

It was dangerous, but not annoying. If the target was Magician, everything would be so reasonable.

He returned to the entrance of the church.

There was a time difference between the two cities. It was still morning at the apartment, but it was already afternoon here. The sky was a little dark.

The newly fallen snow covered the footprints of the people who came to pray, as though they had never existed.

When Zong Jiu came out, this was the scene he saw.

The man in a black suit stood in the snow. The background was covered in snow, and he was the only one with a dark color that didn't fit in. It was like the difference on the canvas, easily capturing the attention of others.

"Is the prayer over?"

Seeing Zong Jiu come out, the demon put on his habitual smile.

He noticed that the bouquet of white lilies was still in the arms of the white-haired youth, there was no sign of him giving it away.

But in reality, what attracted him more than the flowers was the person holding the flowers.

Magician smiled at him and suddenly asked, "Do you want to go somewhere with me?"

"What a rare invitation."

The demon raised his brows, his expression unreadable. "Yes, my Magician."

Thus, Zong Jiu led him left and right, skillfully navigating through the winding alleys of the small town.

Perhaps it was because he was in a good mood today, he rarely opened his mouth to explain.

"This is where I lived when I was young."

Even though more than ten years had passed, this place was still like an old photo, there was no change at all.

After walking for about twenty minutes, they arrived at a cemetery surrounded by black iron fences.

It was obvious that this area was specially fenced, there were stone crosses erected in the cemetery.

After arriving, Zong Jiu didn't speak.

He walked forward and placed the flowers in his hand in front of one of the tombstones.

The old nun's white name was engraved on the gray stone, intertwined with the swaying petals.

After doing all this, he turned around and didn't look at the demon directly, grabbing the cold hand carelessly.

The demon was still dressed in the same way today, with white gloves on his hands, arrogantly like a noble who walked out of an oil painting.

However, Magician's hand didn't stop, it went into the gloves and held the scarred hand.

One black and one white stood silently in front of the tombstone with the cross.

A long time passed.

Maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes, maybe even longer. No one cared.

When the demon felt that the other party's body temperature was burning him, Zong Jiu finally spoke.

"Let's go."

He said, "We should go home."

.....

After returning from the old church, something had quietly changed.

The change seemed to be mutual. It could be one person, or it could be two people.

But as for what exactly had changed, no one dared to make a conclusion.

Magician rarely touched him of his own accord, and he had never taken the initiative to ask for sex.

But today, both of these things had been broken.

After returning to the high-class apartment where they had lived together for almost a year, Zong Jiu didn't even take off his jacket, he turned around and offered a kiss to the other cold body. The demon didn't stop or be surprised, he followed Magician's wishes and swept the tip of his tongue across the roof of his mouth, grabbing the warmth of the other party's mouth.

No one spoke.

The demon silently untied the hair band that he had tied for Magician, letting the silver-white hair fall.

They were like two primal beasts, fiercely entangling and kissing deeply.

This was different from the first possession, the bloody battle later, and even the tenderness of the moon in the water.

Intense, indulgent, and clinging to the death.

It was heavier and deeper than any other time, the man's strength was so fierce that it felt like he wanted to bite the other person into pieces and melt into his bones and blood.

Night began to fall. The lights of Christmas night lit up outside.

Circles of warm yellow lights wrapped around the Christmas tree, the stars at the top shone brightly, every holly leaf was dyed with a warm and ambiguous color.

The snow was getting heavier, the feathers that fell from the heavens seemed to have no end, wrapping everything in sight in a color similar to Magician's hair.

"Ha … Ha … Ah …"

The young man's chest rose and fell violently, after a violent spasm, he fumbled for a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table.

The fire in the room filled with the sound of water, the man's fingertips illuminated the pair of golden eyes filled with darkness.

Zong Jiu chuckled, suddenly propped up his upper body, and moved to his lips to light the cigarette.

Smoke rose, it was a cold mint smell.

Magician's face flickered in the light and fog outside the window.

The white-haired beauty held the cigarette in one hand, slowly laid back down, and said word by word, it was no different from a provocation.

"… A little deeper."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was lifted into the air by the shadow and slammed against the wall. His toes tensed up uncontrollably.

Without any hesitation, the devil easily fulfilled the magician's wish.

The ice-cold sword cruelly pierced through him from bottom to top, nailing him to the back of the wall. Again and again, it was like a violent storm, rapid raindrops, forever without end, as if it was going to be broken just like that.

Zong Jiu was panting, he didn't deliberately suppress his breathing.

In the darkness, they couldn't see each other's expression, and no one spoke.

Even the devil, who liked to tease Magician at this time, was unusually silent, concentrating all his strength into his movements.

Everyone knew that Magician didn't smoke.

But Magician did. He wasn't addicted, but he used nicotine to keep himself awake.

Even earlier, the moment Zong Jiu walked out of the old cathedral, the devil knew this from the first glance he laid his eyes on Zong Jiu.

But now, they all had a tacit understanding, no one said it out loud, only tirelessly arguing.

Yes, as long as they didn't say it out loud, they could continue like this.

There was no such thing as an endless cycle, and there was no such thing as a mortal enemy, and there was no such thing as opposing sides. It was just Magician and the devil, nothing more.

The devil nibbled on his shoulder blade, the rare gentle action gave him goosebumps.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice that seemed to be the same as usual sounded behind Zong Jiu.

"Baby, you're so passionate today."

Magician, who was pressed against the wall, snorted, and was quickly swept into intermittent low breathing.

He couldn't count how many times he had climbed to the top.

For some reason, the devil wanted to see Magician's expression at this moment.

He wanted to kiss him, to look into his eyes, to touch the tip of his nose.

He wanted to put on a ring for him, using the human method. It was obviously clumsy and ridiculous, but ironically, when facing Magician, the devil was always so helpless.

His thoughts grew wildly like wild grass.

But the moment he turned around, the man's hand holding the ring froze in place.

Roses.

A budding, tender and beautiful rose that couldn't be more familiar.

No special items could be used in the Final Battle dungeon, but this was given to Magician by the devil himself, a special item that could ignore all obstacles.

[Level S trainee Zong Jiu used a Level B item: Rose of Planet B167.]

[You have been immobilized for three minutes.]

Magician panted, looking into the pair of dark golden eyes in the darkness.

He couldn't see Magician's expression.

Zong Jiu remembered what Zhuge An had said to him.

It was very likely that the devil had made a deal with the main system. The main system gave the devil authority, and the devil needed to achieve its goal. The dimensional point of the deal was very likely to be forcefully bound to the Infinite Cycle. Thinking back to the words the devil had said before, the result was obvious.

But the devil had never confirmed this in front of Zong Jiu.

He was too arrogant, disdaining to use such a weak method to gain unnecessary sympathy, and even more disdaining to act pitiful to lower himself.

Perhaps to a demon, no matter what his attitude towards Magician was, it was his own business.

Or maybe he knew that what didn't belong to him would eventually leave. But if this wild Magician could fly back, then what belonged to him would eventually belong to him.

A cold mechanical voice sounded in his ear.

[Level S trainee Zong Jiu, main mission completed.]

[Unfortunately, your 6v6 dungeon has failed, you are free to decide whether to leave this dungeon.]

"So … you've already completed the main mission …"

The devil didn't answer, and he couldn't answer.

In fact, a long time ago, when he accepted the name "Mephisto", a name that was almost a joke, but only belonged to Magician, his main mission was already completed.

The devil won, but he chose to stay. Staying in this dungeon, as a loser, he even made up a series of lies, just to create a beautiful dream.

In these almost eternal three minutes, the devil used another method to answer.

[Teacher has passed on the victory of this dungeon to you.]

[Congratulations, you've received a C-ranked item: Universal Wishing Ticket. Immediately leave the dungeon to make a wish.]

He gave the choice to Zong Jiu.

Faust chose God and left Mephisto's embrace, then what about Magician? What would Magician choose?

The poor devil only had one contractor.

If Magician left, then the devil could only be abandoned alone.

Magician didn't hesitate.

He tiptoed, gently kissed the devil's eyes, and chose to leave the dungeon without hesitation.

The ring fell from the shadow and rolled to the ground.