Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Langton Street has a long history and existed as early as the Middle Ages, and many buildings still retain their ancient appearance.

During the day, the street is simple and solemn.When night falls, it turns into a bustling place with lights and feasting.

Fang Zhuo propped his chin, and slid his eyes from the street to the end of the street, and from the end of the street to the street in boredom, the phone was always quiet.

He sighed, patted his buttocks and stood up, "Isn't it the flower of Gaoling now, I will make you unable to climb up later."

No wonder, when the time comes, Baba will have to get close to him to gain favor.

Hey, life is hard.

The scene on the road was similar to yesterday, there were a few unconscious drunks wandering around, swearing, Fang Zhuo happened to listen to what he said when passing by: kill him, kill him...

Even though he knew that the other party was not talking about him, Fang Zhuo was still in a cold sweat from the fright, and ran while clutching the shoulder strap of his schoolbag.

When he ran out of the first street, he stood at the intersection and waited for the red light, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow stretching up from behind.

Fang Zhuo turned his head abruptly, the street was quiet and empty, if we had to talk about living things, there were only a few lifeless moths fluttering about on the street lamps.

"Could it be the murderer who killed the original owner?" Fang Zhuo asked the system nervously.

233 said, "It's a demon."

Fang Zhuo's back began to ooze cold sweat, and when he was blown by the cold wind, he became goosebumps and fell all over the ground, "Yes, is it Damon?"

233,"Not sure."

The system didn't lie, that face was so ugly and distorted that it was almost terrifying, it was definitely not a human face.

Even Brother Asan said he was not sure, Fang Zhuo was even more afraid.

In this world, apart from Western ghosts, there is also a murderer hiding in the dark. The former may be sexual blessing, but the latter must represent death.

Fang Zhuo prayed silently, running faster and faster, suddenly a person appeared out of nowhere in front of him, he didn't stop under his feet, and bumped into it.

Smelling the familiar breath, his hanging heart fell to the ground.

After the last meeting of the two birds, Fang Zhuo could see that Damon had a strange hobby, he liked to watch him cry.

The more he cries, the more excited the man is, and the more tolerant he is.

So he bit his tongue hard, squeezed out a little tear, and asked in a low voice, "Did you just arrive?"

Damon, "Yeah."

Fang Zhuo believed that he would not lie, so who was the demon lurking behind him just now?Why follow him?

Fang Zhuo reached out and grabbed the man's sleeve in fear, "Let's go back first."

Damon's attention fell on the red tip of his tongue that occasionally appeared when he spoke.

He pinched the young man's chin and lifted it up, put his fingers into his mouth, and stirred his wet tongue, "Does it hurt?"

The movement of that hand did not show any pity, and the pulp of the fingers rubbed the bitten place vigorously. The tip of the tongue that was only a little sore now is extremely painful, and Fang Zhuo's eyes are full of tears.

With a smile in his eyes, Damon lowered his head to hold the young man's lips, and rolled away the blood inside with his tongue.

"Your blood is so sweet."

Fang Zhuo subconsciously wanted to reply that it was because of high blood sugar, so he held back and silently pushed his teeth with his tongue, and found that the pain was gone, probably cured by the man's miraculous saliva.

He lowered his head, rubbed his right foot on the ground cautiously, and muttered, "Are you here to pick me up?"

"I'm here to do the swap," Dimon said.

Fang Zhuo: "..." Upright.

"What do you want in exchange?" Fang Zhuo asked unwillingly.

Damon lowered his eyes to think, and said after a few moments, "I want your loyalty."

Damn it, why is it different from what I imagined? Fang Zhuo was confused, and the devil was lustful. He thought the man was asking him to lay down and offer flowers.

Fang Zhuo was really puzzled, "Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Damon said an unfamiliar name, "Kadiz."

The air around Fang Zhuo suddenly fluctuated, and the man in the tuxedo appeared out of nowhere, stood beside him, respectfully stroked his chest and bowed to Damon, "Mr. Capet."

"Tell him what to do." Damon dropped the words, turned and left.

The butler took a step to the left, just blocking Fang Zhuo's view of Damon's back.

"Mr. Ni Ke, hello, here I want to apologize to you for deceiving you before." The housekeeper bowed slightly with a sincere attitude.

Faced with such a gentle and polite uncle, what can Fang Zhuo do, he can only choose to forgive, he waved his hands hastily, and said several times that he was fine.

"You are really a kind person." After finishing speaking, the butler put away the smile on his face and returned to the subject, "Mr. Capet came to pick you up in person according to what you said in the text message. According to the agreement, you must deliver your loyalty. From now on , you must be absolutely honest, trustworthy, and obedient to your master."

Fang Zhuo froze for a moment, "Uncle, I just made an equal exchange with Mr. Capet, and I didn't agree to be his servant."

And masters, servants, etc., sound really shameful.

The butler froze for a moment, and hurriedly apologized, "I made a mistake. Of course you and Mr. Capet are equal, but equality and loyalty are not contrary to each other. I hope you will keep this in mind."

Fang Zhuo frowned in confusion, "Can I talk to Mr. Capet?"

It's not worthwhile to sell yourself just because the distance is less than two kilometers.

He has to fight for some benefits for himself.

"Of course." The housekeeper said, "You can go to Mr.'s room and have an interview with him after you go home."

At 02:30 in the morning, the door on the second floor was ajar, and Fang Zhuo pushed in.

Moonlight and street lights came in from the window, and the room could be vaguely seen, and there was the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Fang Zhuo walked outside the bathroom door, knocked lightly, and before he could speak, the voice inside came first, "Wait a minute."

Hearing this tone, it seemed that he knew who he was, Fang Zhuo was puzzled, "Do you know who I am?"

Dimon said, "Nike."

This terrifying ability to see everything dispelled Fang Zhuo's desire to peek around.He could only be obedient, standing motionless by the window, and then called the system out.

"Can you play me the details of the room? Is there such a function?"

233,"Yes."

A panorama of the room appeared in front of Fang Zhuo. The panorama can be zoomed in and out as he wishes, and it is super smart to view the details.

After a closer look, he found that the furniture in the room was not retro, but really old. He suspected that it was an old object preserved by Mr. Devil from the Middle Ages.

On the right side of the room is a huge wall of bookshelves, covering a wide range of subjects, from history to military affairs, from archaeology to humanities.

What surprised Fang Zhuo the most was that there was no electronic product in this room, except the mobile phone lying on the bedside table.

He can be sure that there must be no social software in that phone.

Nostalgia, love of reading, no modern social interaction... Fang Zhuo was stunned. He never thought that Daemon was a demon with the qualities of an old cadre.

It's scary, no wonder this person gave him a feeling of invulnerability, it turned out that he didn't find the right position at the beginning.

Damon came out of the bathroom, and when he looked up, he saw the young man standing in front of the window with a sad face.

"What do you want from me?" He walked over naked, without any intention of covering up.

Fang Zhuo was dumbfounded, big brother, you just walk the bird so blatantly, is it really good?

He looked away in embarrassment, cleared his throat, "I want to talk to you about the exchange."

Dimon wiped his hair with a towel, "You say."

Fang Zhuo's eyes were uncontrollable, and he saw the eagle raised by the man at once, and stepped back timidly, "I hope you can come to pick me up from get off work every night."

Dimon was pleased by his cowardly look, and said harshly, "If you forget the content of the text message, I can remind you."

Fang Zhuo snorted, "What I said was that you came to pick me up, but it didn't indicate that it was just this night."

Who can't talk about words.

Damon looked at the smug face, smiled, and stepped forward.

He was standing in the shadows before, but now he walked under the moonlight, the muscle lines on his body were revealed, and his aggression was even more obvious.

Fang Zhuo wanted to leave, but found that he couldn't move at all, and the surrounding air turned into chains, imprisoning him in place.

Looking at the pale young man, Damon's eyes were silently ignited, and the lurking aggression in his bones began to wake up. He said, "You can try to please me with tears, maybe I will agree."

Fang Zhuo: "..." Sick?

Fang Zhuo couldn't cry, so he could only ask the system, "Help me find a solution."

233 said, "Wait a minute."

Fang Zhuo was in a state of anxiety, waiting and waiting, a burst of electric shock came, the system precisely controlled the electric current, when it flowed through the body, it made people feel pain and numb.

Soon, those dark eyes finally turned red, and tears swirled inside, Fang Zhuo muttered shamefully, "I won't cry."

He blinked his eyes as he spoke, tears rolled down his face, and then he saw the man's limp bird turned hard, and he protested to him arrogantly.

Fang Zhuo was so frightened that he gave the system another electric shock. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't hold it back.

Damon gently wiped away the water stains from the corners of his eyes, his breathing was short, and Fang Zhuo clearly felt that when the other party approached, his little brother was pecked hard.

This is a signal that the two male birds are about to fight.

This battle lasted for a long time and did not stop until dawn.

After the truce, Fang Zhuo didn't sleep with his arms around the man, but deliberately kept a distance and slept beside the bed.He was half-forced by others, even if he loves him to death, he should make some troubles.

Thirty-ten minutes later, he rolled over with his eyes closed, hugged the man's arm tightly with both hands, rubbed his face against it, and muttered vaguely, "I really like you..."

Fang Zhuo confessed his love in his sleep, so he couldn't respond, but after waiting for a long time, the other party didn't respond, which was a bit too much.

Fang Zhuo anxiously asked the system, "Is there no trace of happiness on the face of Brother Devil?"

233 sent a photo.

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Damon leaned on the bed, looking at him with a strange look.

Soon, Fang Zhuo felt the man leaning up from behind, and Senhan's body temperature penetrated the muscles of his back to the bottom of his heart.

Damon's tongue licked the scorching ears below, and his hoarse voice still carried lust that had not yet faded, "Do you know the price of deceiving the devil?"

Although getting along, Fang Zhuo's fear of Damon has eased, but when he heard this sentence at first, his heart still shrank suddenly.

He tried his best to restrain the trembling of his body, and pretended to be asleep to the end, not daring to make a sound.

Fortunately, things have been going on for a long time before, and the body and nerves have been exhausted to the extreme, and I am afraid that he will actually fall asleep.

Hearing the young man's gentle breathing, the blood in Daemon's eyes gradually faded away.

In fact, he couldn't judge the authenticity of that sentence based on the perception of the contract. When the young man spoke, his heart was peaceful, without any tension or fear.

He lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the back of the young man's neck. Under the repairing effect of his saliva, the tooth marks and hickey marks disappeared.

Damon frowned in dissatisfaction, and there was a hint of darkness in his eyes.

The black nails stretched out and plunged into the white flesh, leaving a crescent-shaped imprint in the center of the golden eyebrow seal.