247, Faust

There is an ancient legend in this small town.

According to legend, in the Middle Ages, this place was a forest.

The witch in the forest is good at love potions, brewing them with the raw materials of her own love and selling them to passing tourists.

Over time, as the materials ran out, the witch's heart gradually became dry, cold and hard, without any waves.

As a result, she could no longer brew the love potion, nor could she stay young forever.

She decided to close her witch hut and leave the place.

Just before the witch made her decision, the last passenger arrived at the stroke of midnight. He brought the witch a flower ring, expressing his love and awakening 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 continued like this, so our town has the tradition of making flower rings."

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

When the two gentlemen walked into the store, she seemed to be inexplicably afraid. She did not dare to raise her head to look at the black-haired gentleman. But the problem is that if she looks at the white-haired gentleman for a few more times, the consequences will be more terrifying than if she looks at the black-haired gentleman directly, so the salesperson's solicitation when trying to sell the ring is also much lower.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, this black-haired gentleman would return to the store, which was really surprising.

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

The clerk carefully placed the specially treated ring into the black velvet box: "We have seen this look on many customers who come to the store to shop. They are all happy couples."

"Your husband cares about you, there's no doubt about it."

"No need to get the packaging bag, just give it to me."

The devil never liked to hear nice words, but this time he rarely interrupted the meaningless compliment.

The clerk was stunned, and his thoughts immediately took a turn.

It's not like she has never encountered this kind of situation before. Usually, the customer who bought the ring will only take the ring box and leave when he is determined to propose.

"Thank you for your patronage. I wish you a successful marriage proposal."

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

Proposal?

The devil sneered, but did not explain. He seemed to put the small ring box into his suit pocket, but in fact, he put it through the pocket into the shadow, and then strode out of the jewelry store.

It was still snowing outside, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The snow fluttered and covered the sky and the earth in a hazy state.

The shadow spontaneously covered the devil's feet, so that the snow water could not touch his trouser legs at all. But in fact, this might be a bit unnecessary, because with his body temperature, it was not enough to melt them.

In fact, many times, the devil did not understand the joys and sorrows of these humans, and even sneered.

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

But the magician...is different.

For humans, these seem to be very important.

As long as they don't leave this decisive battle copy, no one knows that they have tried their best to kill each other, and no one knows that they were once mortal enemies.

For the first time, the devil had the idea that "even if it is such a plain and comfortable life, if the target is a magician, it would be nice to keep going like this."

Very dangerous, but not annoying. If the target is changed to a magician, everything is so reasonable.

He returned to the door of the church.

There is a time difference between the two cities. It is still morning in the apartment, but it is already afternoon here, and the sky is a little dim.

The newly fallen snow filled the footprints of the pedestrians who came to pray before, as if they had never existed.

When Zong Jiu came out, he saw this scene.

The man in a black suit stood in the snow, with the background all covered with snow. Only he was a dark color that didn't fit in, just like the difference stained on the canvas, easily grabbing the attention of others.

"Is the prayer over?"

Seeing Zong Jiu coming out, the devil put on his habitual smile again.

He noticed that the bunch of white lilies was still in the arms of the white-haired young man, and there was no sign of giving it away.

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

The magician curled his lips towards him and suddenly asked, "Would you like to go to a place with me?"

"A rare invitation."

The devil raised his eyebrows, and his expression could not tell whether he was happy or angry, "Yes, my magician."

So Zong Jiu took him to turn left and right, and skillfully walked through the winding alleys of this small town.

Perhaps because he was in a really good mood today, he rarely explained.

"This is where I lived when I was a child."

Even though more than ten years have passed, this place is still like an old photo that has been frozen, without any change.

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

This area was obviously specially fenced, and a stone cross stood in the cemetery.

After arriving here, Zong Jiu stopped talking.

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

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

After doing all this, he turned around, not looking directly at the demon, and grasped the cold hand in a sloppy manner.

The demon was still dressed the same way today, wearing white gloves on his hands, arrogant like an aristocrat who walked out of an oil painting.

However, the magician's hand did not stop. It went into the glove and held the scarred hand.

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

For a long time.

Perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten minutes, or perhaps longer. No one cared.

When the demon even felt that the other's body temperature burned him, Zong Jiu finally spoke.

"Let's go."

He said, "We should go home."

......

After returning from the old church, something changed quietly.

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

But no one dared to make a conclusion about what had changed.

The magician rarely took the initiative to touch him, and never took the initiative to ask for love.

But today, both of these were broken.

After returning to the high-end apartment where they had lived together for nearly a year, Zong Jiu didn't even take off his coat, and turned around to give another cold body a kiss. And the demon did not have any stagnation or surprise, obeying his magician's wishes, sweeping his tongue across the upper palate, grabbing the temperature in the other's mouth.

No one spoke.

The devil silently untied the hair band he had tied for the magician, letting the long silver-white hair fall.

They were like two primitive beasts, fiercely entangled in a deep kiss.

This was different from the first possession, the bloody battle that followed, and even the tender affection of the mirror flower and water moon.

Intense, indulgent, and lingering.

It was heavier and deeper than any other time. The man's strength was so fierce that it seemed as if he wanted to bite the person to pieces and melt into his own bones and blood.

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

Circles of warm yellow lights were wrapped around the Christmas tree, the stars on the top were shining, and every holly leaf was stained with a warm and ambiguous color.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the feathers falling from the sky seemed to have no end, covering everything visible in the field of vision with a color similar to the magician's long hair.

"Ha... Haah..."

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

The flames jumped up in the room full of water sounds, and at the man's fingertips, illuminated the pair of golden eyes full of dark meaning.

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

The smoke rose, with a cold mint flavor.

The magician's face flickered in the light and mist outside the window downstairs.

The white-haired beauty held a cigarette in one hand and lay back slowly, speaking word by word, which was no different from provocation.

"...Deeper."

Three short words, before the voice fell, he was picked up by the shadow and pressed against the wall fiercely, with his toes tensed uncontrollably.

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

The cold sword pierced him cruelly from bottom to top and nailed him to the back of the wall, one after another, like a storm, the rapid raindrops, never ending, as if they were going to break it like this.

Zong Jiu was panting all the time, without deliberately suppressing it.

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

Even the devil, who loved to tease the little magician at such times, was abnormally silent, concentrating all his strength on the action.

As we all know, the little magician does not smoke.

But the magician does. He is not addicted, but uses nicotine to keep himself awake.

Earlier, when Zong Jiu walked out of the old church, the devil knew this at the first sight.

But now, they all know it tacitly, no one points it out, only tireless contradictions.

Yes, as long as it is not pointed out, it can go on like this.

There is no infinite cycle, no nemesis that must fight to the death, and no so-called positions and hostility. It's just a magician and a devil, nothing more.

The devil bit his shoulder blade lightly, and the rare tender action gave people goose bumps.

I don't know how long it took, and the voice that seemed to be the same as usual sounded behind Zong Jiu.

"Baby, you are so passionate today."

The magician who was pressed against the wall chuckled, and soon was swept into intermittent low gasps.

I can't count how many times this has reached the peak.

For some reason, the devil really wants to see the other's expression at this moment.

I want to kiss him, look him in the eye, and touch my nose with his.

I want to put a ring on him, using human methods. Obviously clumsy and ridiculous, but ironically, facing the magician, the devil has always been so helpless.

The idea grew like weeds.

However, at the moment of turning around, the man held the ring in his lowered hand and froze in place.

Rose.

A rose that is about to bloom, delicate and beautiful, and very familiar.

No special props can be used in the decisive battle copy, but this is a special prop given to the magician by the devil himself, which can ignore all obstacles to the use of props.

[S-level trainee Zong Jiu used a B-level prop on you: the rose of the planet B612]

[You have been fixed, the time limit is three minutes]

The magician panted and looked at the dark golden pupils in the dark.

He couldn't see the other person's expression at the moment.

Zong Jiu remembered what Zhuge An said to him.

The devil is likely to make a deal with the main system. The main system gives the devil authority, and the devil needs to achieve its goals for it. The maintenance point of the transaction is likely to be forced to bind with the infinite loop. In connection with the devil's previous ambiguous words, the result is obvious.

However, the devil has never confirmed this in front of Zong Jiu.

He is too arrogant. He disdains to gain unnecessary sympathy by showing weakness in this way, and he disdains to lower his height by selling misery.

Perhaps for the devil, no matter how he treats the magician, it is always his own business.

Or maybe he knows that what does not belong to him will eventually leave. But if this wild magician can fly back, what belongs to him will eventually belong to him.

A cold mechanical sound rang in his ears.

[S-level trainee Zong Jiu, the main task has been completed]

[Unfortunately, your 1v1 copy has failed. You can decide whether to exit this copy freely]

"So... you have already completed the main task..."

The devil did not answer, and he could not answer.

In fact, a long time ago, when he accepted the name "Mephisto", which was almost a joke but belonged to the magician alone, his main task was completed.

The devil won, but he chose to stay. Staying in this copy, as a loser, even making up a series of lies with his eloquence, just to weave a beautiful dream.

In these three minutes that were almost eternal, the devil answered in another way.

[The instructor has handed over the victory of this copy to you]

[Congratulations on getting the C-position item: Universal Wish Ticket. You can make a wish immediately after leaving the copy]

He gave the choice to Zong Jiu.

Faust chose God and left Mephisto's arms, so what about the magician? What will the magician choose?

The poor devil only has one contractor.

If the magician leaves here, the devil will be abandoned alone.

The magician did not hesitate.

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

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

The author has something to say: I will take a leave on the 31st, and update the main text on April 1st to complete the big fat chapter~

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