Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The darkness is always deep and treacherous, mysterious and at the same time hidden infinite danger.

Fang Zhuo felt that the night behind Damon was like this, as if it could swallow everything.

Realizing that the other party was looking at him, he quickly showed a natural smile, hurriedly put away the books on the table, turned and walked towards the bookshelf.

No matter what, Damon must not let him know that he has lost his vest. He doesn't want to be the devil's supper.

The library at this point is empty.

Fang Zhuo looked to the left and right while putting the book down. For some reason, he always felt that something was staring at him, harboring some kind of malice.

"Is he here? Why do I feel like someone is watching me?"

233: "No, the protagonist is just about to enter the door."

As soon as the system finished speaking, the light above Fang Zhuo's head flickered a few times, the same situation as in the bathroom last night.

Fang Zhuo let go of his hand in fright, and the book fell to the ground.

He bent down, and as soon as his fingertips touched the book, he heard the system say, "The protagonist is behind you."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

"Ni Ke." A man's voice came from behind.

The voice was cold and not murderous.

Fang Zhuo straightened up slowly, squeezed out a friendly smile, then turned to look at the other party, "Mr. Capet, why are you here?"

Dimon said, "Passing by, I saw you and came in."

"Go back together?" He said as he took a step forward and back, Fang Zhuo immediately felt a chill rushing over and surrounding him.

Fang Zhuo was so frightened that he kept shouting in his heart, "Can I give up this task, it's so fucking scary."

There was no sound from the system, and it seemed that the answer was no.

Fang Zhuo swallowed, "Sorry, I still want to stay in the library for a while."

Damon's eyes fell on the ground, and his shadow was projected on the ground by the lights, crossing the young man, and overlapping with his shadow.

He said, "Ten in three minutes."

The school library closes at ten o'clock every night, but the study room is open 24 hours.

Fang Zhuo said: "I still have a lot of homework to do, I can go to the study room."

Dimon reminded coldly, "The study room is under maintenance."

As soon as the man spoke, Fang Zhuo felt a sense of terror that the storm was coming. He raised his eyes and looked upstairs. There was actually a sign outside the study room...

Alas, it is fated that he will die today.

Fang Zhuo's two legs began to shake uncontrollably, and he felt the urge to urinate, numb, please don't pee your pants, it's too embarrassing.

Damon looked at the young man's legs, laughed lowly, stroked the young man's slender neck with his broad palm, and stroked the golden seal with his thumb across the T-shirt.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered, "Let's go."

Fang Zhuo felt the back of his neck was cold, and his legs became heavier, "I, my legs can't move."

"You're so nervous," Dimon said.

"Really." Fang Zhuo said, "Maybe it's the first time I get along with seniors, and I'm a little uncomfortable."

Damon narrowed his eyes and found that when the young man spoke, his beautiful lips trembled violently, like rose petals that had been damaged by rain.

"You're scared," he said.

"No, I didn't." Fang Zhuo's heart was pounding, he could feel that Damon didn't want to kill him, at least not now.

But he couldn't bear the fear in his heart, and stayed alone with Damon any longer. He was afraid that he would be overly frightened and give up all the stuff.

Fang Zhuo looked around anxiously, wanting to see if any of his classmates could save him, but he did not expect to see one.

Obliquely in front of him, Yan Xiao was about to leave the library with his schoolbag on his back.

Fang Zhuo didn't care that this was a public place anymore, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Yan Xiao—"

Yan Xiao turned his head and looked over. When his eyes touched the tall man behind Fang Zhuo, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and then he moved his eyes to Fang Zhuo's face.

Fang Zhuo kept blinking at him, Yan Xiao's eyelids drooped and opened again, he seemed to hesitate, but still walked over.

Damon's hand was still on the back of Fang Zhuo's neck, and as another male animal approached, he unconsciously increased his strength, and the meaning of control was obvious.

Yan Xiao approached, "What's the matter?"

Fang Zhuo said, "Didn't we make an appointment to have supper together?"

Yan Xiao's eyes changed slightly, "It seems to be, let's go."

Fang Zhuo burst into tears with gratitude, and his limp legs suddenly regained strength.

He gently squeezed Damon's wrist with his backhand, moved his big hand away from the back of his neck, and said apologetically, "Mr. Capet, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to go home with you today."

He was very afraid that this big brother would suddenly get angry. At that time, the cabinets in the entire library might be suspended and flying around. That would be terrible.

Dimon was cold and gentlemanly, "It's okay, there will be opportunities in the future."

Fang Zhuo didn't want this kind of opportunity at all, he dragged Yan Xiao out quickly.

Damon stood there until Fang Zhuo left the library, and the butler in a black tuxedo came out from behind the bookshelf.

"He seems very afraid of you."

"is it?"

"Yes, sir, he seems to have noticed something." The butler said, "I suggest you be gentle. The courage and soul of human beings are equally fragile."

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Not long after walking out of the library, Fang Zhuo stopped.

He sat on the stone bench, looked up at Yan Xiao who was standing opposite, "Thank you just now."

Yan Xiao said no thanks, and suddenly asked, "Who was that person just now?"

Fang Zhuo simply said, "He is my roommate."

Yan Xiao didn't ask any more questions, he said oh, turned around and left, and found someone following him after walking not far.

He stopped, turned around and said impatiently, "Don't follow me."

Fang Zhuo grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and said blankly, "But this is the only way."

The corner of Yan Xiao's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, his face suddenly changed, he covered his stomach with his hand, and quickly accelerated his pace.

Fang Zhuo walked slowly behind, and suddenly remembered Damon's gesture of clasping the back of his neck, impartially, his thumb was just rubbing the tattoo on the back of his neck.

He thought about it carefully. The original owner had never done any tattoos or bought tattoo stickers, so where did the thing behind him come from?

Suddenly there was a sound of pain and restraint in front of him.

Fang Zhuo took a closer look, Yan Xiao didn't know what was wrong, and actually knelt on the ground.

Fang Zhuo hurried over, "Are you okay?"

Yan Xiao clutched his stomach, retching in pain, very similar to what he saw in the bathroom last time.

"You must have eaten bad food." Fang Zhuo grabbed his arm and helped him up, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Yan Xiao pushed his hand away, "I'm fine."

Fang Zhuo took out a pack of tissues from his schoolbag and handed it to him, pointing to the corner of his mouth.

Yan Xiao took the facial tissue and wiped his mouth, "Thank you."

Fang Zhuo shook his head, feeling that his face was really ugly and his eyes were red, "Are you sure it's okay, do you want me to take you home?"

"No need!" Yan Xiao suddenly became irritable as if his scales had been touched.

As if realizing that his tone was bad, he lowered his voice and said, "My home is nearby."

I don't know if it's because Damon left too much psychological shadow on Fang Zhuo, and now he feels that Yan Xiao is also strange.

Fang Zhuo didn't insist, walked to the fork in front, and separated from Yan Xiao.

The campus at ten o'clock was sparsely populated, the street lamps were flanked by lush green belts, black shadows swayed in the wind, the fear in Fang Zhuo's heart continued to deepen, and he almost trotted all the way home.

In the living room, Lu Song was sitting on the sofa watching a movie with two other roommates.

The noise of the movie and the bright lights of the living room instantly dispelled Fang Zhuo's fear.

Seeing that he was out of breath, Lu Song asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Fang Zhuo swallowed hard, "I'm going upstairs first."

"Okay." Lu Song watched him go upstairs, then turned around and said to the people next to him, "Do you think Ni Ke is weird?"

Roommate No. [-] sneered, "Look at his face, if you take a photo of it, you can put it on the door to ward off evil spirits. I guess he was scared of being beaten."

Fang Zhuo's face is really a big killer, no one came to tell him all day today, even if Song Hengzhou saw him, he would make a detour without smiling.

But it's good, at least you don't need to waste energy acting.

Worried that the two of them would meet when Damon came back, Fang Zhuo put down his schoolbag and went downstairs to take a shower with his things in his arms. Halfway through the wash, he realized that he hadn't taken any shampoo.

Fang Zhuo shouted to the door, "Lu Song, can I borrow your shampoo?"

The movie in the living room was very loud, Fang Zhuo was not sure if Lu Song heard it, so he yelled again.

Halfway through the shouting, the door was opened from the outside.

A hand covered with pale skin stretched out. The other party's fingers were long and slender, and the nails were round and neat. At first glance, it was not Lu Song's pair of short, thick and round.

Fang Zhuo thought it was another roommate, so he took it, "Thank you."

The smell of the shampoo is a bit strange, there is a faint fragrance of roses, and a very light lemon smell, the two flavors are mixed together, and it smells surprisingly good.

After taking a shower, he took out the shampoo, looked at the roommate on the left of Lu Song, "Thank you for the shampoo."

The man was at a loss, "It's not mine."

Fang Zhuo looked at another person, who also waved his hand.

Lu Song pointed to the ceiling, "It seems to belong to a new roommate, I just saw him go downstairs with something."

Fang Zhuo suddenly wanted to go back and wash his hair again.

Lu Song gave him a strange look, "Why didn't you call me without shampoo, instead you called the people upstairs."

I also want to know, Fang Zhuo was filled with grief, he should have guessed it when he saw that hand just now, but why did Damon send him shampoo, are you free?

The second floor was as quiet as ever, and the bedroom door was closed.

Fang Zhuo stood at the door for a long time before he prepared his mind and raised his hand to knock on the door.

In the dark room, the lights turned on automatically, and the thick carpet was covered with sticky blood. Damon stepped on it with his bare feet, leaving a string of footprints on the ground, but all of this disappeared without a trace the moment he opened the door. without a trace.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fang Zhuo raised his eyes and tried to raise the corners of his mouth, "Mr. Capet, thank you for the shampoo."

Damon's hair is black and naturally curly, and his pale amber eyes have a strong penetrating power.

"You can call me by my name," he said, "I prefer that you treat me like a friend in the morning."

The smile on the corner of Fang Zhuo's mouth froze for a moment, "Okay."

He quickly thought of a bad joke, and this time he smiled sincerely, "Your shampoo smells very good, thank you."

A gleam flashed in Daemon's eyes, and he closed them and leaned forward.

Feeling the icy aura around the man's body, Fang Zhuo tried his best to restrain the desire to retreat.

"It's very suitable for you." Damon's breath passed over the top of his head, Fang Zhuo wrinkled his nose quietly, and smelled a bit of stench on the other party's body, like the smell of rotting flesh, and his hair stood on end.

Fang Zhuo hurriedly stuffed the shampoo bottle and stepped back a little, "Do you have class tomorrow morning? Maybe we can go to school."

"Yes." Damon asked, "Are you asking me out?"

Fang Zhuo bit the bullet and said yes, and finally pretended to look forward to it, "Is it okay?"

Dimon said yes.

Fang Zhuo didn't leave immediately, but waited for the other party to enter the door with a smile on his face, and then turned back to the attic.

He slumped to the floor with his back against the door.

"What was that stink I just smelled?"

233: "It's the smell of devil's blood."

Fang Zhuo was surprised, "Demon is injured?"

233: "He killed a demon, do you want to watch it? I can play it back for you."

As long as it's not murder.

Fang Zhuo's guts puffed up again like a balloon, and he took a leisurely turn over a bag of potato chips.

233 is very efficient. When tearing off the packaging bag, a picture similar to a holographic projection appeared in mid-air.

There was candlelight floating in Damon's room.

The man under the candlelight looked like a high-ranking king, sitting on a carved retro seat, holding a goblet in his hand, shaking the wine slowly.

On the rug at his feet, kneeling a young man,

The man nodded his head, shivering, and kept saying, "Please let me go, I promise there will be no next time."

Dimon said, "Twice."

The man's head was knocked loudly, but he couldn't beg for mercy, so he just knelt down and was stopped by an invisible force.

Damon took a sip of the red wine, his Adam's apple rolled, elegant and sexy, "He's just a weak human being who will shatter if touched lightly."

The man paused, and then he spoke in a stern voice, "And you tried to attack him twice in vain."

The people on the ground wanted to argue, but Damon didn't want to listen. With a simple gesture, the young man's mouth started to bleed.

"I know this is not your intention." Damon put the cup aside, "So I can only use your life to warn the people behind you, my people, that no one can move."

Fang Zhuo let out a "wow", "This is so pretentious, who is he talking about?"

233, "Mental retardation... The key plot cannot be revealed."

Fang Zhuo pursed his mouth, put some potato chips from Sai Le into his mouth, and continued to watch the movie.

Damon stood up from his seat, and two people came out from the darkness behind him.

One of them was the tuxedo uncle that Fang Zhuo had seen last time, and the other was wearing a hood so he couldn't see his face clearly.

The hooded man held a sword in his hand. He picked up the man, slowly inserted the long sword, and then cut it open.

Fang Zhuo's pupils dilated in horror, and the potato chips that had just been stuffed into his mouth rustled down.

"Damn it, it's too fucking bloody!"

I really should thank the system for choosing such an excellent picture angle, he could almost clearly see the wriggling intestines in the man's stomach, and the beating heart...

Fang Zhuo retched, hurriedly took out a bag and vomited.

So fucking disgusting.

Before the movie was over, Daemon snapped his fingers, and a blue flame ignited on the dead man's body, instantly burning him to ashes.

The tuxedo uncle was very skillful in dealing with the residue on the scene, and then, together with the man in the hood, retreated and disappeared, returning to the darkness.

Even TV dramas dare not act like this. Really, not to mention violating socialist values, it is so bloody that it cannot pass the trial.

After Fang Zhuo vomited, his whole body was wilted. After vomiting, he was so hungry that he really wanted to go downstairs to eat, but he didn't dare.

233: "It's not safe for you to stay in the room, he is a devil, there is no place to stop him."

Fang Zhuo thought it was the same, and he had to find a way to seduce Damon, escaping was out of the question.

He put on his slippers and went downstairs, purposely crossing the living room, to the door of Damon's room.

Damon's voice came from inside, very small, "Wait a moment."

Fang Zhuo looked at the ceiling, "Ah San, what is he doing in there?"

233,"Bathing."

Oh, Washing Bird, I don’t know how big it is, it should be very big, the size of Europe and the United States is bigger than that of the East, and this is a demon who is about to be put on the halo of the protagonist.

Fang Zhuo subconsciously looked down at himself, sighed and shook his head, every world has to be hurt once.

Damon opened the door covered in moisture, and the water droplets rolled down his chest and slid over his firm and flat abdominal muscles.

Fang Zhuo noticed that the men's bath towels were very technically wrapped, loose and loose, and it was really coquettish.

Thinking about it this way, I am not so scared anymore.

Fang Zhuo said, "I want to ask you if you want to eat supper."

Damon stared at him, "You do?"

Fang Zhuo said confidently, "Yes, I will make it. I can make it for you whatever you want."

Damon's gaze became deep, "Wait a minute, I'll get dressed."

Fang Zhuo waited and waited outside, and finally the person came out. Damon was wearing a very elegant suit, as if he was going to a grand banquet.

Fang Zhuo: "You..."

Damon looked at him.

Fang Zhuo shook his head, "As long as you are happy."

The roommate downstairs is still awake, and the movie is in the middle of the climax part. The heroine is soaking in the icy lake, swimming forward non-stop, trying to get rid of the monster behind her.

Fang Zhuo felt that he was in a similar situation to hers, when he was distracted while cutting things, he cut off his hand.

Damon looked at his blood-stained fingertips, brushed his tongue over his teeth, and a sweet smell spread in the air.

Such sweet blood is a fatal temptation for any devil.

Fang Zhuo didn't notice it, he put his finger under the faucet to rinse it, and then wiped it dry with a paper towel.

Just when he raised his head and was about to take the bandage, he suddenly saw a black shadow flash past the window.

Fang Zhuo's gaze followed the past subconsciously. The black shadow seemed human but not human. It wasn't until it fell under the street lamp that he realized that the distorted face full of evil was not human at all.

Damon stood up from the stool, squinted his eyes and stared out of the window, his stagnant eyes gradually deepened, and a hint of impatience flashed across them.

In this world, there are always things beyond our control.

He walked in front of Fang Zhuo, cut his own wrist while the other party's horrified eyes hadn't recovered, and raised it to the young man's mouth, "Drink."

He came back to his senses, his face was ugly because he was overly frightened, and when he touched the picture that was exactly the same as in his memory, he became emotionally resistant, "What are you doing, I won't drink."

Damon didn't explain too much, pinching the young man's cheek with his fingers, forcing him to open his mouth so that blood dripped into his mouth.

The blood was forced to swallow and entered the body, Fang Zhuo soon felt his throat burning and dizzy.

In a daze, he seemed to hear Damon say in his ear, "When you wake up, forget everything." Then he felt himself being hugged.