Thriller Trainee

Zong Jiu: "..."

Hi you big head ghost.

He and no.2 have been talking here for so long, not to mention Zong Jiu, who has not undergone physical strengthening in this regard, Fan Zhuo is at least a four-generation semi-vampire transformed by the prince of blood, even he didn’t even notice the other. The breath of a person, that can only show that the strength of No. 1 is far greater than that of No. 2.

Although there is a vague hunch, when this fact is really revealed, it is still unavoidable.

The young man folded his arms, his expression cold.

His smooth white hair was tied firmly with a headband and hung behind his head. The cold wind on the roof blew up the broken hair left beside his cheeks, making him look like snow with picturesque eyebrows.

The interest in the man's eyes became more and more intense, the light turned dim, and the puppet line flying up the glove disappeared into the void in an instant.

He got up from the wall and walked towards the white-haired young man, stepping on the fleeing shadows every step of the way.

Although there was no extra movement, the whole body was surrounded by extremely sharp dark light.

In contrast, that extremely aggressive look fell on Zong Jiu, as if shuddering on his spine.

But not wanting to appear to be short at this point, the white-haired young man stood upright and didn't move, his tone mocking.

"Unexpectedly, no.1 also has a hobby of listening to the corner."

The devil looked innocent, "My class representative sent homework to the rooftop. As a teacher, I should come up and take a look."

He deliberately lowered his voice, making the words ‘my class representative’ circulate in his throat, making it a bit hoarse.

Zong Jiu didn't take his tricks of mystery at all.

But when he came out of class, he did hold a stack of homework in his hands. Originally, I wanted to find Fan Zhuo to exchange information and then go to the office by the way. I didn't expect that no.1 would come up in person, saying that he didn't mean to believe it?

"Oh."

Zong Jiu responded indifferently, and put the test paper in his hand into the other's arms, "I'll give you the homework, you can go now."

The black-haired man was taken aback, and suddenly laughed lowly.

First, he grinned hoarsely in his throat, and then sullenly in his chest. Finally, the whole person seemed to have found something new and shook like a sieve beside the place.

Zong Jiu:? ? ?

He looked at No.1 with a look of neuropathy, and he really felt that the main system should give its tutor a treatment. This problem of getting sick anytime and anywhere should really be cured.

Since no.1 is still laughing, Zong Jiu, who is still thinking about information, does not intend to continue to accompany him.

The white-haired young man adjusted his cuffs, turned his head and walked to the rooftop stairs.

Turning your back to the enemy is undoubtedly a taboo.

But Zong Jiu just didn't want to be short in front of No.1. So as he walked, he also took out the playing cards between his fingers, his body tight, always paying attention to the wind and grass behind him.

But unfortunately, the devil seemed to be really immersed in his own world, laughing forward and backward, completely not paying attention to Zong Jiu's little escape.

Zong Jiu was speechless for a while.

The stairs are built in the center of the entire roof, covered with a simple cement board room, the iron door is black and yellow, and it will not be changed if it is rusted.

He opened the iron door of the roof and walked into the dark stairwell, backhanding very intimately to help lock No.1.

After doing all this, Zong Jiu turned around happily and was about to go downstairs.

A cold breath hit his shoulders, and the man's voice sounded in the dark with a smile.

"The teacher hasn't finished talking with you, why did you leave?"

Zong Jiu's reaction was very quick. He bends his elbow directly and pushed one arm backward.

The top level of the rooftop is an independent staircase, with doors above and below. It happened that the light bulb in this section of the stairwell just broke, and the iron door had just been locked again, and now this narrow space is so dark that you can't see your fingers. Even if Zong Jiu gave himself the limit of his eyesight, he could only see the quirky and vague outlines around him.

Shuttle Shadow is indeed an extremely convenient skill, not only the whereabouts are weird, but also impossible to guard against.

For example, it doesn't come in handy now.

The devil easily evaded this attack, and his slender fingers moved carelessly.

Countless puppet threads that were difficult to capture with the naked eye escaped from the void, cutting the roaring card in half.

His hand very well reduced the high-speed kinetic energy attached to the cards, and cut the cards that could be directly submerged into the wall without blocking them in mid-air.

Zong Jiu did not look back.

He knew that no.1 was behind him, but he could not turn around, and there was no time to turn around.

Two rounds of attacks did not work, but Zong Jiu was not discouraged.

Judging by the cold aura just now, the opponent should not be far away from him.

The magician promptly Lipton, drew a short dagger from the strange black cassette, didn't even look at it, and thrust his backhand fiercely behind him.

At the same time, he bends his knees in the dark and kicks towards the place where the breath is coming from.

After earning survival points in the thriller trainee competition, Zong Jiu strengthened his hands and eyes to the top.

Because he positioned himself as a flexible magician, not a mere thug.

But since the last time in the dormitory of trainees, after Zong Jiu had eaten under no.1, he wanted to strengthen his body.

No one knows what level the demon's physical fighting skills are. After all, most of the time the opponent doesn't need to show up at all, hooking his fingers, the ubiquitous puppet thread can easily trap the prey.

However, one of the points to be discussed is that Zong Jiu can rip off the no.1 control others' puppet line with his bare hands. According to this logic, as long as he can strengthen his physical strength, the next no.1 set will probably not treat him. used.

Definitely next time.

Sure enough, the flat and rough fabric was attached to the magician's wrist, and the kicking leg was firmly blocked by the black leather shoes.

An irresistible force came from the shoulder blades of his back, and he pressed the white-haired young man against the iron door of the stairwell.

"Kang Dang--"

The shimmering dagger fell in response to the sound, falling from the youth's weak open fingers, making a crisp sound in the stairwell, sliding down the gap in the middle to the bottomless darkness below.

Zong Jiu: "..."

He looked at the rooftop door lock close at hand in front of him, and said in his heart why he had made such a move just now.

If it hadn't been locked, the iron gate should have been pushed open at this moment, and he estimated that he would still be able to fight the devil a few rounds.

For a while, there was only the violent breathing of the young man's chest in the darkness.

no.1 I'm used to the process of every time I meet this old enemy, no matter if the atmosphere is pretending to be friendly or tit-for-tat, anyway, you have to subdue the opponent first to continue the conversation.

Of course, the devil can also choose not to do this, and then the result will be a big surprise for him to live like a deserted village dungeon.

If you change to a weekday, the devil's interest will come, and you will never mind playing with Zong Jiu.

But this time...

no.1 It's so nice to squint his eyes in time.

The young man's long white ponytail swept across the gap between his gloves, itchy.

From behind, the man raised the magician's wrist, which was so slender that one hand could control, and pressed it firmly against the rusty iron door.

They were close to each other, so close that they could smell the refreshing and cold scent of the shampoo in each other's hair.

Even if you can't see Zong Jiu's current expression, no.1 can guess it.

——The other party must be slightly angry on the face and deep in his eyes, even if he is in a difficult situation, there is no lack of room for thinking.

It's like the bright starry eyes lit up in that narrow and cramped coffin last time.

Thinking of that scene, no.1 couldn't help but smirk happily.

Zong Jiu could feel a shock from his chest attached to his back.

This time, the demon also realized that the opponent's anger suddenly rose in a straight line.

"Relax, I don't mean to hurt you. Even if it's me, I have to do this every time I want to communicate with you. It's hard to fight."

The man said with a sigh, his other hand wrapped around the young man's slender neck and gently slid to the front, slowly resting his shoulder on the position where his collarbone was connected.

"How did you think about that question last time?"

"What's the problem?" Zong Jiu's voice was as cold as a cold river tens of meters below the Arctic.

"It makes me sad that you forgot."

The devil said pretentiously, without a trace of sincerity in the words.

He bent down.

The man's tied black half-long hair fell impartially on the young man's neck.

The good fabric on the suit is attached to the blue and white school uniform, the latter is wrinkled, and the former is still smooth.

"Guiguzi's prophecy tells us to never die, which is really good."

There are no omissions, no omissions, this prophecy is actually very simple, just for the trainees to be able to leave the infinite loop. Now that it is clear who the two protagonists correspond to, the wheel of destiny should naturally start its rotation.

"Although it is not mentioned, why are you reluctant to think about another possibility?"

Zong Jiu, who was grabbing his wrist, snorted, "What's the possibility?"

"such as--"

The man lowered his voice, and his thin lips were close to the ears of the white-haired young man, like a lover's ears.

"Cooperation?"

After a while, Zong Jiu laughed out loud as if he heard the funniest joke in the world.

He didn't mean to conceal it, and he didn't even consider the possibility of angering No.1. It was because Zong Jiu simply felt that this proposal... was too funny, not only funny, but also extremely funny.

Facing the unconcealed irony in the white-haired youth's laughter, the devil didn't get angry, but tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, "This is not funny."

The rough gloves couldn't isolate the coldness that came out of this body, slowly cruising on the edge of the aorta, stroking the body full of vitality under his hands lovingly.

The man's voice was almost whispering, but Zong Jiu's smile that had just been revealed instantly dampened like ice.

"This infinite world is not like this. It is a playground for demons and perhaps a stage for magicians. There are countless toys, and stupid audiences who cheer at any time... Those malice that is hard to reveal in the real world. It’s all here to see, the expressions of human beings struggling in despair and quagmire, how interesting, isn’t it?"

There was a dead silence in the stairwell, but the devil didn't feel it, and the tail sound went up happily.

"Why do you die and live like a prophecy? Why not join me and play with me."

"In this regard, we should be quite in sync."

He intimately polished the magician's red eyes from behind, "After all... we are essentially the same kind of people."