bustling city

Not everyone can become a legend in Mephisto.

Occasionally, there will be gamblers with good luck, who will suddenly become the center of word-of-mouth topics in a very short period of time, but once they lose at the gaming table, they will be quickly caught up in the same way as when they are discovered. people forget.

But that year, after autumn passed and half of winter passed, unexpectedly, "Red Knight" was still the hottest name on Mephisto's Vanity Fair.

He's a legend - they say so.

Just like his code name, the Red Knight is famous for his mysterious and treacherous techniques in the casino. It seems that there is no game in the world that he is not proficient in. All the bets are in his clear but emotionless eyes.

After defeating Dorol, he greeted his own war with a more high-profile attitude, ranging from dice to roulette, he bet more and more chips in the betting area, and then won more and more spoils.

The spectators like to appreciate his gambling. He has stripped away the bloodthirsty and greedy animality that gamblers are accustomed to, but retains the bloodthirsty cruelty that only the top gamblers have-a quiet and elegant cruelty.

That was a realm that they could hardly pursue throughout their lives. For them, the Red Knight was no longer just a short-lived God of Gamblers, but a mark, a symbol, and a place of pilgrimage.

His reputation was in full swing.

This young man whose stature has not yet fully grown, even though he walks in the upper class in a well-tailored suit and a cold and proud mask, people can still see at a glance the spirit that has not been refined in his bones.

It is this crack-like sense of disobedience that makes people follow him like a maniac.

Zhou Jin's residence in Notos is full of people.

Someone came to his door with sky-high gambling chips, just to be able to board his gambling table and be his enemy for once - of course, with a vague but exciting fantasy, daydreamingly looking forward to pulling him down with his own hand Altar, make yourself a new god.

Zhou Jin never refuses a harmless appointment, but he never places a big bet at such a time.

— and never lose.

People then believed that the red knight was a "good-natured" boy who would never use his gambling skills to make ill-gotten gains.

Of course they don't know that Zhou Jin is just adhering to the rules set by Yan Jun, and never exaggerates in unnecessary places.

He has a more cruel battlefield, and he wants to go with Yan Jun, and he will not waste his sharpened blade on meaningless fun.

Zhou Jin listened to Yan Jun for everything.

There is only one thing, no matter how Yan Jun refuses, he must stick to it.

He loves him more than a partner, more than a lover, someone who does not need to define an identity, and is irreplaceable, and his intuition tells him that even if Yan Jun does not have such strong feelings as him, it is definitely not that he has no love for himself.

When he said that he only talked about sex and not about feelings, Zhou Jin thought it was a lie.

But Zhou Jin never argued with Yan Jun verbally. In terms of stubbornness, he seemed to be very good at it.

So the lust of that night was finally not extinguished. That night, its embers developed and spread, and finally spread to all the daily fragments that Yan Jun could recall, burning his nerves.

Their second and third times, also after they won, Zhou Jin appeared at the door of Yan Jun's bedroom with a wine bottle in his hand. He was wearing a light-colored silk cotton shirt, with the buttons on the collar deliberately unbuttoned, and the sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing a part of his body. Arms with muscles and veins, Zhou Jin places himself between abstinence and temptation, like a river rushing on the line of dawn and dusk.

Under the dim light, through the thin fabric, one could see his neat body line like a marble sculpture looming.

Yan Jun turned his eyes and passed by, he followed up to block his way, opened the bottle cap with a meaningful smile, stared at Yan Jun's eyes, raised his head and drank a few sips of wine, and then poured the rest to himself poured on the body.

The shirt was wet and stuck to Zhou Jin's body, and the smell of wine came to his nostrils, which was very similar to his taste: cold and pungent, but with a thousand twists and turns, it was irresistible.

Yan Jun didn't know which side's line of defense he was ultimately destroyed by, whether it was the deep love for the young man in his heart, or the longing for him deep in his desire.

Anyway, Zhou Jin got his wish in the end.

When the strong taste of foreign wine lingered back and forth on the tip of their tongues, Yan Jun couldn't help but wonder, where did Zhou Jin learn these tricks? The blooming and declining flowers were piled together, and the fragrance revealed a rotten atmosphere.

——For the beauty that is too holy, people are more willing to look at it from a distance, and appreciate it with a demeanor that is only in love, as if otherwise they cannot become a qualified audience of that kind of beauty; It is suitable for people to play with it unscrupulously.

Zhou Jin obviously understood this, and Yan Jun knew it without guessing.

After these two long sex sessions, Yan Jun gave up his insistence to a certain extent, and occasionally thought of his high-sounding reasons, and was somewhat embarrassed by their hypocrisy.

Even he himself wanted to make fun of himself: while teaching Zhou Jin to face love, he tried every means to avoid and deny it.

They began to maintain a specious relationship, making love regularly, Zhou Jin stayed in Yanjun's bedroom, and sometimes, the venue for discussing gambling plans the next day was moved from the training room to the blanket at the foot of the bed.

Zhou Jin put the notebook on Yan Jun's lap or shoulder, writing, his arms occasionally touched Yan Jun's body.

At this time, Yan Jun would wrap his arms around his waist, take advantage of the situation, put Zhou Jin down on the blanket, and lean down to kiss his forehead.

Zhou Jin never closes his eyes at this time, his complicated and incomprehensible eyes are always staring at Yan Jun.

Paper and pen were thrown aside.

None of them said what it represented.

A lady invited Zhou Jin to the Christmas ball.

Zhou Jin readily agreed: He needs this kind of aura to add to his body. The more stable his foundation in the floating world, the less likely it is that the secret deep in the soil will be dug out.

If Yan Jun chooses him to be the light, he will be very, very dazzling.

At the ball, I saw a familiar call girl, and the thick foundation couldn't hide the spots on her cheekbones.

It was the girl who recognized him first and greeted him: she took a glass of leftover wine from the sideboard and greeted him.

Zhou Jin recalled it for a while, and only remembered when he saw the glass of wine. It was the woman he saw in the casino earlier that day when he met Yan Jun.

Drank what was left on his tray and rewarded him with a cloyingly sweet wink.

Zhou Jin found that in the early autumn, he was still humble and inconspicuous like a mouse passing through the crowd, or like that woman, haggard as a wallflower in this colorful world.

Those who once could not see him at all now honor him as an uncrowned king.

The female companion beside him was talking to him, Zhou Jin didn't bother to listen, he saw the call girl finished her drink, turned and left the hall.

The music started, and he dragged his girlfriend into the dance floor.

Chopin, gorgeous waltz NO.18 in E-flat major.

Zhou Jin recited silently in his heart like a conditioned reflex.

The woman spun around with the melody, her skirt fluttering, and she was very excited.

She was the undisputed focus of the evening, as her dancing partner was the "legendary" Red Knight.

Handsome, talented, noble, mysterious man.

The waltz ended after the climax, and the band played the appropriate Christmas repertoire. Zhou Jin took the opportunity to leave the hall and go to the terrace to enjoy the shade.

After all the carnival, everyone showed a tired tranquility. The pianist was playing Silent Night solo, and the voices of people talking became peaceful, perhaps because of the atmosphere.

It was through this rare cleanliness that Zhou Jin heard a muffled sound not far away from a place full of trees.

It was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

His heart tightened, as if he had a premonition, he followed the voice and looked over.

It's that girl, the one who toasted to him just now. They met by chance and met once.

Now her hair was disheveled and she hit the ground, the blood flowing from her body turned into a disgusting black mass due to insufficient light.

On this snowy night with the melodious sound of carols and zithers, no one discovered her death.

The cold robbed her of even the right to rot.

For some reason, Zhou Jin suddenly thought of Yan Jun, and what Xi Ya said about him in the past.

There was no moment when Zhou Jin longed to see him more than this moment.