Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The person opposite did not speak, the atmosphere froze, and invisible pressure spread in the air.

Fang Zhuo clearly felt that the man's sharp gaze was trying to open his soul, and it took a lot of effort to maintain the smile on his face.

Just when he thought he couldn't wait for the other party's reply, the man spoke.

"of course can."

Fang Zhuo didn't breathe a sigh of relief because of this, but became even more heavy. He said thank you in a humble way, "I'll go upstairs to get things first."

In order to prevent the other party from seeing anything strange, he tried his best to straighten his back, so as to make himself appear calmer and calmer.

A short flight of stairs exhausted him physically and mentally.

"He didn't know he was off the horse, did he?" Fang Zhuo slowly took out the towel, folded it back and forth to delay the time, and didn't want to go downstairs to face the demon at all.

233: "I probably don't know."

Fang Zhuo thought about it, and the demons in the movie are very direct and full of malice. Once they know that they have been exposed, they will kill or eat human beings mercilessly, and they will not continue to deal with it in idleness.

"I'm so tired, can we change to a lighter world in the next world?" Fang Zhuo sincerely asked, every world is so tossing, he can't bear it.

233 was silent for a while, "Let me fight for it."

The light of hope in Fang Zhuo's heart was lit up at once, and his movements became nimble, he picked up the bath towel, took a pair of underwear and ran downstairs.

Dimon's door was unlocked, leaving a gap in the power of attorney.

"Can I come in?" Fang Zhuo asked softly while holding the door.

"Come in," Dimon said.

Fang Zhuo took a breath, recited the core values ​​silently, and opened the door to enter.

He glanced at the carpet, the blood on it had long since disappeared, but he couldn't forget the scene of Damon stepping on the blood with his bare feet.

Weird, mysterious and full of danger.

Fang Zhuo didn't even dare to lift his head, and walked into the bathroom with the things in his arms tightly. The bathroom must have been used not long ago, and the air was filled with warm water vapor.

He took off his clothes, stood under the shower, stared at the bottle on the shelf thoughtfully for a few seconds, and decisively discarded his own.

Damon's shower gel and his shampoo have the same smell. Fang Zhuo made himself smell good, walked to the door with bare buttocks, opened a little gap and shouted outside, "Dimmon, are you outside?"

The carpet absorbs the sound of footsteps, and the only way to tell from the friction is that the man is walking towards the bathroom.

Damon stopped two steps away from the bathroom door, with a pair of white underpants lying in front of his feet, which Fang Zhuo dropped "accidentally" when he entered the bathroom.

The fabric of the pants is soft and white, so they should be new.

He hooked his finger into it, "Do you want me to help you get this?"

Fang Zhuo was so ashamed that his whole body was hot, he took it and squeezed it in his hand, "Thank you."

"Ah."

As soon as the person left, Fang Zhuo closed the door and slid to the ground with the door panel. It was so exciting that his heart was about to explode.

He asked the system, "How did he react?"

233: "Reading."

Fang Zhuo couldn't believe it, "He didn't respond to such an obvious seduction, is there something wrong with him?"

233: "I don't know."

Fang Zhuo gritted his teeth angrily, it doesn't matter, he still has another move.

Males are all visual animals. Although this body has no muscles, it also has no fat, and the skin is good, with a greenness between adult and youth.

In the absence of love, he thinks it is necessary to show his most superficial advantages to the other party.

The layout of the room is completely different from before, with a lot of luxurious furniture that looks expensive at first glance, and everything reveals a simple and simple atmosphere.

Damon still held the previous book in his hand, and sat by the window with his legs crossed.The white silver glow came in from the window and just fell on him.

Hearing the voice, he looked up at the young man.

The young body exudes the smell he likes, the skin is white and tender, the limbs are slender, the face that has been steamed by the hot water has a faint crimson color, and a pair of black eyes are looking at him hesitating to speak.

Damon lowered his eyes and turned a page. The young man still maintained his previous posture.

The eyelashes blinked, and the dark light in his eyes was completely restrained. Damon took the initiative to say, "It's inconvenient for you to run up and down all the time. If you don't mind, we can share a bathroom."

Just when he wanted to speak, the other party actually expressed his inner thoughts. Happiness came too suddenly.

Fang Zhuo blushed even more excitedly, "That's really great."

Damon raised his lips and took a clean porcelain cup, "Do you want a glass of water?"

Fang Zhuo was very uncomfortable with his upper body naked, but he still resisted the embarrassment and walked over. There was light yellow lemonade in the white porcelain cup with gold rim.

He picked up the cup and took a small sip. The sour and bitter taste were very light, and it was more of a refreshing fragrance.

Damon's eyes fell on the golden seal on the back of the young man's neck. On it was his name as a demon and a totem that belonged exclusively to him. The temporary blood contract was a kind of mark, telling others that this person was his exclusive, and at the same time, he could Let him perceive the existence and state of mind of youth.

For example, now, although the person in front of him is calm on the surface, his heart is beating very fast.

He is very nervous now.

Dimon stood up and asked in an unprecedented gentle tone, "How does it feel to drink?"

No feeling in the mouth, feeling cold on the body.

As soon as the man approached, the cold breath came from his body, which forcefully penetrated into his hair, goose bumps began to appear on Fang Zhuo's body, and even the two spots on his chest bulged.

He quickly put down his cup and backed away, walking out while talking, "I remembered that I still have homework to do, so I went up first."

Daemon stood where he was, looked at the back of the young man running away in a hurry, and smiled softly.

"Caddis, he's seducing me," Damon said.

The butler appeared behind him, "Maybe he likes you."

"No, I can feel his fear, he did notice my identity."

"Under normal circumstances, he should run away from you, but now..." Isn't this rushing to die? The housekeeper was very puzzled.

"It seems that I don't need to take the initiative to seduce." Damon's eyes were filled with interest, "Perhaps, he planned to dedicate himself to the devil."

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Fang Zhuo huddled under the quilt, blushing all the way from his cheeks to his neck, he just stood out in front of Damon!

Does he think I'm a casual, horny guy?It's damn easy to lower Dimon's impression of him!

Fang Zhuo rolled around on the bed with the quilt in his hands, and after a while, he poked his head out again, looked down at his chest, and found that he was still not soft.

Not soft yet!

"Nike."

Hearing someone calling himself at the door, Fang Zhuo quickly put on a T-shirt and sat up, "Who?"

"It's me." The voice was thick and hoarse, it was Damon.

Fang Zhuo put on another pair of shorts, trotted to open the door, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Damon put his hand in front of his eyes, "Your things fell."

In the man's palm lies a small transparent glass bottle, which is the bottle of holy water that Lu Song gave him.Fang Zhuo quietly pinched his trembling fingers, and picked them up with two fingers, "Thank you."

"What's this?" Damon asked.

"Holy water." Fang Zhuo held the bottle tightly in his hands, and now he really wanted to praise you, your acting skills are awesome.

The devil should be the most sensitive to this kind of thing, how could it not know, it is clearly acting.

No, to be precise, he was testing himself.

He probably thought it was used to deal with him... Big misunderstanding, brother, I just want to develop a harmonious relationship with you.

Damon didn't ask any further questions, just gave a faint "hmm" and left.

After the man left, Fang Zhuo stood there for a long time, neither his heartbeat nor his mood could calm down.

The devil's love is a deep love, and it is very difficult to dig out this feeling from the depths of his dark heart.

This night Fang Zhuo hardly closed his eyes, his mind was full of strategy plans.

When he woke up the next day, he looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and there were bags under his eyes.

Lu Song thought it was because of last night's expedition that he didn't have a good rest, "I thought I would gain something, I'm sorry to let you and me go for nothing."

It's good if you don't get anything, if you get something, you'll burp, Fang Zhuo asked him, "You should give up now."

Lu Song cheered up, "Of course not. I decided to visit the families of the two missing alumni to confirm the authenticity of the news."

Fang Zhuo advised him, "There is an quintessence of Chinese culture, you can't die if you don't work. These unknown things, whether they really exist or not, we'd better keep in awe of them and stop exploring."

These are all scenes that often appear in horror movies. They are obviously alive and well, but they insist on going to the haunted house, but they never return.

Lu Song didn't express his opinion, and Fang Zhuo didn't persuade him any more.

This weekend, both of them had no classes. After breakfast, Fang Zhuo sat in the living room with Lu Song and played card games. He didn't see Damon go downstairs until noon.

Lu Song gave a strange "huh", "Except for that morning, I wish I had never seen my new roommate come down the stairs. Doesn't he need to eat?"

In fact, Fang Zhuo was also a little curious. Damon's behavior was not the same as the crazy demon in the movie. Although he had a terrifying aura, he behaved like a gentleman and elegant. He was more like a nobleman who abided by ethics.

He really couldn't figure out what it would be like for Daemon to eat people, drink blood, and devour souls.

Fang Zhuo thought about it, and decided to put his plan of staying up all night into action, "He has been here for several days, and we all haven't had a good meal together. Tonight, I'll treat you and go out to eat together."

Lu Song shrugged, "I have no objection."

Fang Zhuo used his mobile phone to send a text message to the person upstairs: [I have a dinner appointment tonight, I will treat you. 】

In fact, he didn't hold out much hope. After all, the other two text messages did not respond to the other party. As soon as he put down the phone, the screen lit up.

Dimon replied, [OK. 】

Knowing that demons hate the sun, Fang Zhuo deliberately set the meal time at [-]:[-] pm. At this time, the sun has completely set, which is the time when nocturnal creatures start to appear.

Damon was wearing a well-fitting and exquisite suit and shiny leather shoes just like the last time he had a meal. His black hair was combed back, and the atmosphere of abstinence became stronger.

In Lu Song's eyes, Damon still has the same ordinary appearance that can't be found in the crowd, but it is cleaner than the previous image of a rough man, not so sloppy. In fact, the most eye-catching thing about a man is his clothes. .

From the logo of the cufflinks, it can be seen that this is from a very old-fashioned European handmade high-end.

He quietly sent a text message to Fang Zhuo: [Brother rough man is very rich, let alone six figures for suits. 】

Fang Zhuo knew that Lu Song had a very high vision, so he didn't comment on the title of rough guy, but he also saw that Damon is definitely a devil who is very particular about the quality of life. In order to make the boss happy, he must eat tonight Bleeding profusely.

The place to eat was a well-known local restaurant. Fang Zhuorou ordered the most expensive signature dish for Dimon, but he just ordered the cheapest one.

Seeing that he was struggling recently, Lu Song didn't intend to kill him, and asked for the same thing as him.

To add to the fun, Fang Zhuo specially ordered two drinks.

The spicy liquid entered his throat, and it didn't take long for Fang Zhuo to feel hot in his head and hot all over his body. This body was too sensitive to alcohol, and even touched it to get drunk.

Damon looked at his flushed face and said, "Nike, are you drunk?"

Lu Song put his hands in front of his eyes and shook them.

Fang Zhuo's eyes were foggy, a little dull, and he muttered, "I'm not drunk, I can still drink."

In the end, it was Dimon who paid the bill, and Lu Song stayed where he was.

He struggled to help Fang Zhuo up, glanced at the checkout counter, and said in a low voice, "I know you're not that drunk."

Fang Zhuo didn't expect Lu Song's eyes to be so treacherous, he groaned and didn't answer directly.

Lu Song shook his head and sighed: "I can't see that you are such a routine, I will assist you."

So as soon as Dimon came back, he pushed the person over, "I still have an appointment with my friend, you go back first." After speaking, he quickly stopped a taxi and got through faster than a rabbit.

Dimon supported the young man's arm with one hand and his shoulder with the other, letting him lean on himself, took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call.

Soon, the butler drove the car over, got out of the car and helped them open the rear door.

Fang Zhuo's eyelids trembled, and he recognized the man in the tuxedo. This respectful attitude was not like treating a nephew, but clearly treating an employer or a superior.

Both are dramatists.

The butler helped push the young man into the back seat. Just as Damon was about to turn around, someone grabbed his suit jacket.

An uneasy whisper came from the car, "Don't go...don't go..."

"Mr. Capet, why don't you sit in the back," the butler suggested.

Damon looked at the hand that was grabbing the hem of his clothes, so hard that the veins on the back of the white hand were stretched, which was really not like a drunken unconscious person should have.

Fang Zhuo quietly opened his eyes, and found that the man seemed to be observing his hands. He trembled in fright, and then heard a chuckle.

"Taocaocao, what is he laughing at?" Fang Zhuo was frightened to death, is this a leak.

233 said, "...you should give up acting when you go back, really."

Fang Zhuo said, "You are insulting me."

Just then, he felt his body pushed in, and Damon sat next to him in the back seat.

Fang Zhuo's head leaned back on the back of the chair, and he only needed to open his eyes a little to see the man's slender neck.

The black hair on the back of the neck is slightly curly, with a luster like silk, and I don't know how to take care of it. Fang Zhuo closed his eyes again, completely unaware that his superb acting skills have been sold out by the rearview mirror directly in front of him. up.

As the car started, his body began to tilt little by little, and finally leaned against the man's shoulder.

Damon looked down at the young man's eyelashes that trembled every few seconds, raised his hand and pinched the young man's chin, "Ni Ke."

Fang Zhuo hummed without opening his eyes.

Damon said, "Are you okay?"

Fang Zhuo simply kept silent, acting like I was too drunk to die.

Damon quietly let him lean on him. Not long after, the car stopped. The butler opened the car door for the two of them, and Damon walked down first.

Fang Zhuo is now in a drunk state, unable to move, he can only pray that the man will not throw him in the car alone.

He counted seconds in his heart, from one to one hundred, before the man standing outside the car finally reached out and hugged him out.

Fang Zhuo hugged the man's neck softly, rubbed his forehead on the collarbone, and said vaguely, "Demon, are we home yet?"

Damon was absent for a moment.

From the beginning of creation, he has been living in darkness, light and warmth are the farthest things from him, let alone the "home" endowed with responsibility and love by human beings.

Fang Zhuo's ear was pressed against the man's chest, he had no body temperature and no heartbeat.

He pretended to have just woken up, looked around ignorantly, and wanted to get off the ground with his legs dangling.

Damon put him on the ground, and stood behind with his hands folded, watching the young man with his buttocks up and climbing the stairs crookedly.When the other party climbed halfway, he raised his foot and walked over.

Fang Zhuo was working hard when he heard footsteps behind him, as if they were stepping on his heart.

He panicked, his hands and feet were weak, and without a support pillar, he was lying on the stairs with a slight pain in his knee. When he looked down, his skin was broken and a little blood oozes out.

Damon looked down at his knees, looking down. "Bleeding."

No, it's just oozing blood, it won't let you down.

Fang Zhuo reached out and grabbed Damon's pants, trying to use his strength to stand up, but was swung away by the man, and he went to grab the stair railing, but was stopped by the man again.

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Brother, what are you making a fuss about?

Under the influence of alcohol, Fang Zhuo's eyes were foggy. He looked at the palm of his hand suspiciously, then raised his face and said vaguely, "The pillar is too naughty, I can't catch it... Can you give me a hand before sending me off?" Go back to your room?"

Damon bent down and pinched his face, "Go back to your room, or mine."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Thinking of the killer weapon in the opponent's pants, Fang Zhuorian didn't want it anymore.

He pretended not to hear the man's words, reached out and grabbed his trousers again, opened his mouth and shouted, "Dad, can you hug me, I can't get up."

After speaking, I felt too ashamed to call my father, so I simply called my mother again.

Damon stared at the moist lips for a long time, finally bent down condescendingly, and picked him up.

Fang Zhuo not only hugged the tiger's thigh, but also called the tiger's father. He was worried that he would be unable to get off the tiger. Sure enough, Damon carried him back to his room!

The room was not lit, and it was so dark that he couldn't even see where Damon was.

As for the little black house, this is the posture to kill him.

Fang Zhuo trembled and crawled forward in the dark. As soon as he reached the edge of the bed, he heard a man's voice in the darkness, "Stop pretending?"

"..." It's really easy for you to dismantle it so directly, with a negative EQ score, Fang Zhuo pursed his lips unhappily.

Thick palms covered the back of his neck and clasped tightly.

Fang Zhuo shrank a little from the cold, thinking that he could still save him, "Water, where is the water, I want to drink water."

As soon as the words fell, the man's hand pinched his chin and lifted it up.

The warm liquid poured into his mouth from top to bottom, and some flowed down his cheeks and neck into his clothes.

Fang Zhuo choked on the water, pushed away the man's hand, supported the bed and coughed in pain, and said angrily, "Is there something wrong with you?"

With a snap of his fingers, candles were lit in the dark surroundings.

Damon went to bed on one knee, lifted the young man by the back of the neck, and asked firmly, "You know my identity."

Fang Zhuo shook his head, "I don't know."

The man narrowed his eyes, Fang Zhuo immediately changed his words, "I know a little bit, no, a little bit."

Damon's eyes are well versed, and there is a creepy and cold smile on his handsome face, "I know you still seduce me."

You can fall in love with me right now, and then give me a kiss, and I'll leave immediately, who is so stupid to want to get in front of you.

The sadness in Fang Zhuo's heart flowed like a river, and he stammered, "I, I just like you."

"Like it?" Seeing the shivering look of the young man, the twisted smile on the corner of the man's mouth deepened, "Do you know the price of liking demons?"

"..."

"Give your soul to me, and let me control it."

Does this fucking mean to kill me?Fang Zhuo shouted anxiously in his heart.

233's voice was also trembling, "It seems to be..."

What are you doing? I just want to have a relationship with you. Why are you so cruel? Fang Zhuo said in a weak voice, "I don't quite understand what you mean."

"I will separate your soul from your body, and then integrate it with me." Daemon's voice was soft and low, but Fang Zhuo felt that he was more like a vicious trafficker.

Damn, this old man is so scary, Fang Zhuo flattened his lips, "I don't want to die yet."

Daemon narrowed his eyes viciously.

Under the candlelight, the young man's eyes were wet and his lips were trembling. He suddenly changed his mind and wanted to see what those beautiful and clear eyes would look like when they cried.

"Let's play a game." Damon said, "If you can escape this darkness, I will let you go."

Fang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, he was the best at running away.

"What if I lose?" he asked.

Dimon said, "Soul and body, you have to give me the same."