Amnesia失忆英文版 (第4/4页)

the　devil　and　Zong　Jiu，s　eyes　look　at　each　other，　the　whole　body　is　pierced，　but　his　face　does　not　see　sadness　and　pain，　still　smiling.

    He　held　the　magician，s　beautiful　face，　＂My　dear，　you　gave　me　the　sword，　I　accept.＂

    He　bowed　his　head　and　kissed.　It　was　a　kiss　that　smelled　of　blood.

    ＂Give　me　one　last　hug.＂　The　devil　held　the　silver－haired　magician　tightly，　like　a　child　who　is　afraid　of　the　dark　and　sleeps　every　night　with　a　rabbit　doll　sent　by　his　favorite　big　brother.

    The　voice　of　the　system　rings　in　the　ears　of　Zong　Jiu:　S－level　trainee　Zong　Jiu，　has　completed　the　hidden　main　task:　find　one　of　his　lost　things.

    But　Zong　Jiu　did　not　hear，　his　world　was　left　with　the　devil　tightly　held，　and　his　eyes　were　left　with　the　devil　and　the　dazzling　blood　on　the　devil.

    This　is　a　game　for　Zong　Jiu.

    His　consciousness　fell　into　a　thick　black.

    Three　hours　from　the　trainee　dormitory

    ＂Just　kidding，　how　can　a　devil　die　so　easily?＂

    ＂Asshole！！　Ahh...＂

    The　devil　stroked　the　magician，s　thin　waist，　and　after　a　deep　hit，　Zong　Jiu，s　words　were　torn　apart.

    He　pressed　his　lips　to　the　back　of　the　magician，s　white　neck，　＂Honey，　you　were　so　hot　at　that　time，　I　think　it　would　be　a　good　ending　if　you　really　died　in　your　arms.＂

    The　devil，s　expression　and　body　became　more　excited　because　of　the　thought　of　that　Zong　Jiu，　the　dark　golden　pupils　were　brighter　than　usual，　and　the　body　hit　more　and　more　quickly，　almost　to　integrate　the　bone　and　blood.

    ＂Get　out...　Uh...　ah...＂

    In　the　thick　darkness　only　the　viscous　passion　kept　rising.

    Note:　Zong　Jiu　remembered　everything　except　those　things　about　being　intimate　with　the　devil.