Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Although Damon looks ordinary in the eyes of outsiders, his figure and aura are there. When he appeared, the people around him didn't even dare to say more.

The bartender sniffed it, it was the scent that convinced the demons, oh my god, Mr. Capet sent his "entourage" again.

This shows that he has not given up on Ni Ke. Such an almost abnormal emphasis is by no means an attitude towards ordinary contractors.

The bartender narrowed his eyes amusedly and smiled.

In fact, there have always been stories of humans and demons falling in love, but most of them ended tragically.

Demons have a long lifespan and remain youthful forever, while human beings have a short lifespan, and with the passage of time, their faces age day by day... Demons like fresh and vital things, and the ending can be imagined.

Many humans will be abandoned in the end, or because they love too deeply, they are willing to dedicate their souls and let demons eat themselves.

"Hey." The bartender sighed and looked at Fang Zhuo with pity.

I don't know what kind of story will happen when Mr. Capet falls in love with humans.

He pushed the stunned waiter and signaled him to come forward to entertain him.

The waiter was also a young man, "Who are you, sir?"

"One." Damon glanced over Fang Zhuo and the others, "Go to the second floor."

The second floor is full of boxes, and the wall of each box facing the hall downstairs is made of single-sided glass.

In other words, Dimon can observe the situation of everyone downstairs in any box on the second floor.

Just thinking of this scene, Fang Zhuo found a hole to get in first, not trying to escape the fifteenth day, at least avoid today.

Song Hengzhou was also made uncomfortable by Damon's indifferent glance, as if the other party knew that he was the one who saved the game today.

As soon as the man left, Song Hengzhou straightened his back, patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder and said, "Why are you still standing there, talk to Ni Ke."

Although Zhong Yue tried his best to stay calm, his red face could not deceive anyone. He was really nervous now. The person he had liked for so long was sitting next to him, less than five centimeters away from him. He could smell him with just a breath. Sweet taste.

This feeling is amazing.

Fang Zhuo felt uncomfortable being watched by him, and nodded politely, "Senior Zhong."

Zhong Yue's became even more popular, and he stammered, "Don't call me that, I started school a year earlier, and my age is actually the same as yours, just call me by my name."

Fang Zhuo smiled, and then the two entered an awkward silence.

Song Hengzhou bumped Xiazhuo's leg with his knee, and sent him a text message, 【Don't come here because of that one, you should be scared. 】

Fang Zhuo was so weak that he even struggled to reply to text messages, 【You pulled the red line wrong, I still like Damon. 】

Song Hengzhou hated iron but not steel, 【What's so good about an old man? 】

old man?

Ha ha.

A man who was stripped of his godhood and fell into hell to become a demon, his real age would probably scare people to death, at least Fang Zhuo didn't have the courage to know it, he was afraid that after knowing it, he would never dare to speak again.

Seeing that Fang Zhuo refused to chat with him, Zhong Yue was a little anxious, wanting to get closer to the two of them as soon as possible, "I actually knew you a long time ago."

"Huh?" Fang Zhuo raised his tail when he said yes, and his eyes were rounded in surprise, which was a little cute.

Zhong Yue's heart was pounding, he thought that Ni Ke was really as bad-tempered as he had asked before, so he had no friends.

"Library, I've seen you many times in the library."

Damon stood in front of the glass, and he could see the downstairs clearly when he lowered his eyes.

I don't know what the red-faced boy said, but the young man opened his eyes wide in surprise and smiled at the boy.

Damon's fingers touched the glass unconsciously, as if he could touch the lifeless and fickle human downstairs.

As the expressions of the two people downstairs changed, his hands slowly clenched into fists, and killing gushed out of his body.

Whether it's laughing or crying, all of Ni Ke's expressions must be his.

I only heard a "bang", and the glass in my hand was crushed.

Damon lowered his eyes, staring at the shattered glass shards pierced into his palm. Soon, the shards of glass pierced into his flesh were squeezed out by the rapidly healing wound and fell onto the carpet.

Downstairs lobby.

Fang Zhuo finally finished drinking the juice, he stood up and greeted everyone, "I still have work to do, you continue to play."

Seeing that his sweetheart was about to leave, Zhong Yue reluctantly stood up, followed behind Fang Zhuo awkwardly, and tried to help, but was rejected by Fang Zhuo.

Zhong Yue said: "It doesn't matter, I'm free even if I'm free, and I came here to find you on purpose today..."

From the content of the conversation just now, Fang Zhuo could feel that Zhong Yue should have known the original owner unilaterally.

Seeing that Fang Zhuo didn't speak, Zhong Yue panicked, "Can you give me some time after get off work? I have something to say to you, just 5 minutes."

Fang Zhuo is not stupid. Although the other party didn't say anything clearly, his mood was completely written on his face.

He subconsciously opened the distance between the two, "I'm going to get off work very late, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it next time."

"That's it..." Zhong Yue was disappointed, he pursed his lips and smiled, turned around and returned to his seat without saying anything.

Soon after, Fang Zhuo got off work.

When he came out after changing his overalls, Zhong Yue was standing in the corridor outside the changing room.

Seeing Fang Zhuo, he blushed and ran over, stammering, "I, I, I'll take you home."

If the light wasn't too dark, Zhong Yue would definitely be able to see that Fang Zhuo's face was about to twitch.

He asked the system, "Is Dimon still at the bar?"

233 said, "I can't detect his breath for the time being...you..."

Brother Ah San has always been a decisive system in Fang Zhuo's heart, and there has never been a situation where he spoke with an ellipsis before.

So far, what is there that I don't understand.

So people, if there is nothing to do, you can't be bullshit. If he hadn't said that kind of thing to Song Hengzhou that day, what happened today would not happen.

"Let's go." Seeing Fang Zhuo not leaving, Zhong Yue thought he was being shy.

Unable to hold back for a while, the confession blurted out, "Actually, I have liked you for a long time."

Fang Zhuo retracted the foot he stepped out of.

He said, "Sorry Zhong Yue, I..."

Hearing the word sorry, Zhong Yue's heart fell to the bottom, he interrupted nervously, "I know it's a bit abrupt, and I didn't mean to ask you to agree immediately, I just hope you can think about it carefully."

Fang Zhuo shook his head, "Sorry, I already have someone I like."

Zhong Yue's excitement at seeing his crush was drowned out by this head-on cold water.

"Ni Ke, I, I..." Zhong Yue lowered his head sadly, and said with a sigh of relief, "Is there really no chance? Is it okay to be friends?"

What's the difference between being friends when you obviously don't like it, and hanging around.

Fang Zhuo still said that, "I'm sorry."

The smile on Zhong Yue's face finally couldn't hold back anymore, the corners of his mouth were pressed down, as if he was going to cry or not, "It doesn't matter..."

The two looked at each other speechlessly, and the air was full of condensed embarrassment.

Fang Zhuo looked at both sides of the corridor. To the right is the utility room, which left a big shadow on him. Forget it, let's go to the left.

"Zhong Yue, I'm leaving get off work." Fang Zhuo reminded.

Only then did Zhong Yue come back to his senses, sideways out of the corridor, and said weakly, "Okay."

The two walked one after the other, the thick carpet sucked away the sound of footsteps, and they were surprisingly quiet, but they amplified their senses in certain aspects, such as the nails nailed to their backs, which were so hot that they could not be ignored.

Fang Zhuo was really embarrassed, so he made an excuse, "I'm going to the bathroom, it's going to be a long time, you go first."

Zhong Yue didn't say whether to leave or not, and just stood there.

Fang Zhuo looked at his sticky appearance, and seriously doubted whether this person would belong to the same number as him.

"You go back quickly, my friend is coming to pick me up later." After he finished speaking, he stepped aside and flashed into the bathroom.

The light in the bathroom was a dim orange, and there was incense in the air.

Fang Zhuo propped his arms on the basin, listening carefully to the movement outside.

He sighed, bent down and picked up a handful of water and splashed it on his face. The cold water slid down his cheeks. He was about to stand upright when he suddenly felt the air around him fluctuate.

He was already very familiar with Dimon's aura, and he knew that as soon as the other party appeared, his hairs would stand on end.

Fang Zhuo took a deep breath, slowed down on purpose, put his hand under the faucet, and washed it over and over again.

At this moment, a person was suddenly stuck behind him.

The opponent's figure and stature were two sizes larger than him, and his arms were propped on both sides of him, covering his whole body below.

Damon didn't speak, his palm gently covered Fang Zhuo's hand, inserted between his fingers, and fastened slowly and forcefully.

Fang Zhuo raised his eyes calmly, "What are you doing here, I don't want to see you."

Damon's breath sprayed against his ear, "Have you had a good chat with him?"

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, saying that he was not happy, and also had the illusion of wearing a cuckold for you.

"Do you think he would still like you if he knew that you were pressed under another man in the toilet?" Damon's right thumb gently rubbed the back of Fang Zhuo's hand, feeling the long-lost warmth.

Fang Zhuo wrinkled his nose, ouch, he was so sore, he half-truthfully pushed, "I don't know you well, please get out of the way."

"Unfamiliar?" Damon bit the tip of his ear and bit it hard. Feeling the trembling of the young man, he laughed lowly.

The malice in that laughter was already full and about to overflow.

Fang Zhuo shivered, "Is he out of anger?"

233, "Yes, you can cure it."

Fang Zhuo said, "...Can the medicine man attribute be discarded?"

233 said, "I can't, you work hard and work hard."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, his cold voice softened, "Let go first, let's talk."

"I don't want to say it now, I just want to do it." As the words fell, Fang Zhuo was really picked up, and was pressed against the partition of the compartment in an instant.

His lips were sealed fiercely by the man, and his tongue was sorely sucked, as if he was about to be eaten.

"Don't like me? Huh."

The man's kiss became soft, and he pecked him with a spiritual eagle, "Don't you like it?"

Fang Zhuo blushed and glared at him fiercely. I just said what I meant, so can't you save me some face?

Damon licked the young man's lips, looking intently at the sullen eyes on the opposite side.

This feeling of being watched made him excited, biting the young man's lips maliciously, "Am I being too kind to you, so that you are so daring that you don't take my words to heart."

The gentle whisper hides a shuddering coldness.

Fang Zhuo wanted to argue, saying that he didn't come on a blind date, but he couldn't speak.

Damon's fingers almost reached his throat, even the most basic swallowing was difficult, and physiological tears soaked down the corners of his eyes.

This time the punishment was more severe than ever before.

Fang Zhuo almost howled several times, thinking of Zhong Yue who might not have left outside the door, he bit his lip tightly, and swallowed back the scream that reached his mouth.

The movement behind him suddenly stopped, and Damon pressed against his back, "Who are you thinking about?"

"..." Fang Zhuo rolled his eyes, you should take your hands away, and I will answer you after you take them away.

Dimon couldn't hear him, and he didn't want to listen to his heartfelt thoughts. Now he was more willing to ask and answer by himself, "Let me guess, are you thinking about that boy named Zhong Yue outside?"

"We have a lot in common with him."

As the man's voice fell, Fang Zhuo's bones were almost knocked apart.

"You are already tired of my dullness." Damon's voice was not affected by the action at all, and it was full of threats in its smoothness.

Fang Zhuo shook his head desperately with tears in his eyes, what I love is your dullness, really.

"Don't want it anymore?" Damon apologized, "but the punishment has just begun."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

In the corridor outside the door, Zhong Yue waited and waited, but he never waited for Fang Zhuo to appear.

Worried that someone would have an accident in the bathroom, he hurried in, only to find that there was no one there.

"Ni Ke, are you in there?" Zhong Yue walked along the compartment, knocking on the door as he walked.

dong dong dong.

The knock on the door was very regular, and Fang Zhuo pressed his back against the man's chest, signaling him to let go.

The man's eyes were dark, he pinched Fang Zhuo's face, turned his head, and his teeth were maliciously grinding on the soft lips.

Fang Zhuo let out a "hiss", and immediately felt the suppression behind him disappear.

He jerked his head back, and Damon was gone.

Fang Zhuo wiped the drool on his lips with his sleeve, put on his pants, and said to Zhong Yueshu who had already walked outside the door, "I'll be fine soon."

After waiting for another 5 minutes, Fang Zhuo opened the compartment.

Zhong Yue noticed his lips all of a sudden, and was a little surprised, "Why are your lips swollen?"

"Bite by a mosquito." Fang Zhuo avoided his sight and walked outside.

No matter how dull Zhong Yue was, he still knew that the other party really didn't like him. This time, he didn't get too close like before to attract people's suspicion, but followed behind not too far or too close.

Walking out of the bar, Fang Zhuo looked at him and said, "Go home and be safe, goodbye."

Zhong Yue knew that this meant seeing each other again, and this secret love was coming to an end.

He said, "Goodbye, I wish you happiness."

On the way back, Fang Zhuo walked very fast, afraid that the demon would appear from nowhere again, pressing down on him regardless of the occasion.

When Fang Zhuo got home, the three roommates had already gone to bed.

He opened the door lightly and walked in. When he looked up, he saw someone sitting on the sofa and almost cried out.

Damon stood up from the sofa, his amber eyes were terribly bright in the dimness.

Fang Zhuo didn't dare to go there, and ran directly upstairs. Just as he was about to close the door, a hand came in and forced the door open.

The attic room was already small, but once Damon entered, the whole space seemed even more cramped.

Fang Zhuo stepped back, his legs touched the edge of the bed, and he sat down. Then he realized that this position was too dangerous, and he stood up hurriedly, pursing his lips, with a stubborn expression on his face.

He kept telling himself, be steady, you are still having conflicts, don't be cowardly.

Damon approached, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked down at the young man's rosy lips.

Just this mouth, how sweet it was once, is how hateful it is now.

Back then, he should have taken out his heart and locked it in a crystal box, so that it would not rot or deteriorate, and he would always be thinking of him alone.

Fang Zhuo noticed that the man's eyes had changed, a raging storm was about to hit, his waist was tightly bound, and his strength was astonishing.

"I told you that you have my imprint on you, and no one can contaminate it, even if you want to." Damon's tongue licked Fang Zhuo's neck, and the cold touch made people quickly think of it. poisonous snake.

"I didn't." Fang Zhuo was confused, "What happened today was a complete misunderstanding."

He asked the system to pull out the data, and the fourth star hung there half-lit.

What is the boss hesitating about?

It seems that we need to add more fire.

"Even if there is, it has nothing to do with you." Fang Zhuo let the system give an electric shock, tears burst out suddenly, and said angrily, "Anyway, you don't like me, so why don't you let me like others?"

"No." As soon as Damon saw the young man's tears, his body reacted. He hugged him tightly, letting him feel his own desire.

The scene in the bathroom just now hadn't completely faded from his mind, Fang Zhuo didn't want to be loosened for the time being, so he struggled.

This kind of resistance made it difficult for Damon to accept. He missed the young man's initiative to kiss, his docile embrace of his arm, and the nine hundred and ninety-nine night confession made by the young man even more.

"You're so naughty." Damon sighed, "Can you be locked up?"

Fang Zhuo didn't say if it was okay, he stopped struggling and asked him, "Then do you like me?"

Damon frowned slightly.

Fang Zhuo didn't understand, would he die if he liked it?

As long as Dimon utters those four words, the relationship is confirmed, and the fourth star will definitely light up.

Fang Zhuo was aggrieved, tears fell, "That's why I don't like it..."

"Is that what you want to hear?" Damon's voice was obviously hoarse.

He lowered his head, and bit his teeth on the young man's shoulder through his clothes, "Do you know what these four words represent?"

Fang Zhuo blinked blankly, I don't know, boss.

Damon's voice became hoarse and soft, "It means that you must sign a soul contract with me, and there is no room for repentance."

"Now, do you still want to hear it?"

I also heard these four words in the mouth of the bad guy last time...

"Think." Fang Zhuo answered very happily, no matter what the soul contract is, he must agree, and he has no choice.

"I am willing." Fang Zhuo repeated, more determined than before.

"No regrets?"

"No regrets."

Damon smiled, this was a kind of joy from the heart, the brilliant brilliance in his eyes made Fang Zhuo dumbfounded.

The man wrapped his arms around him, hugged him tightly, pressed his lips against his ear again, and said softly, "Hey, close your eyes and go to sleep."

Fang Zhuo's consciousness quickly blurred, and he passed out in less than three seconds.

I don't know how long it took, but he was woken up by the system. Seeing someone wake up, the system almost cried with excitement.

233: "I thought you were dead." No matter how you scream, you won't wake up.

Fang Zhuo didn't open his eyes immediately, he asked the system, "What did that old pervert do to me?"

233 said: "Actually, it's nothing, I just took you to another place."

Fang Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief, and then opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was the huge heavy-colored painting on the curved ceiling.

A man wearing this medieval armor nailed a demon with black wings behind his back to the ground with a sword. The brown land was covered with black blood of guilt. Immediately after the scene changed, the man in the armor was killed by thousands of swords. Through the heart, fell into the dark abyss.

Fang Zhuo immediately came up with a story about a dead dog cooking.

He suddenly realized something and sat up, "This is Damon?"

233, "I'm not sure, but it's so miserable, I'm a little sad."

Fang Zhuo let out a "tsk", "Can the system still have emotions?"

233,"I am not an ordinary system."

"Then what are you?"

"I, anyway, I won't harm you..." 233 faltered, speaking in a lower and lower tone.

Fang Zhuo had the illusion that he was bullying a child, so he was completely embarrassed to press him.

He got off the bed from the quilt and opened the heavy curtains.

The sky outside is black, without stars and moon, and looking around, it seems that the whole world is shrouded in darkness.

Fang Zhuo looked down through the window. It was probably a castle or a noble manor, and the room he was in happened to be at the top of a tower standing on a cliff.

The castle was surrounded by dense forests, and due to the dim light, it was dark at a glance.

"Kacha", there was a crisp sound from behind.

Fang Zhuo looked back, and the red retro gilded door was pushed open from the outside.

The butler walked in wearing a black tuxedo and white gloves, carrying a red velvet tray.

He bent down and bowed, "Dear Mr. Ni Ke, welcome to Capet Manor."