Thriller Trainee

Zong Jiu really wanted to laugh.

I'm afraid that the adult demon didn't expect it, this time he really shot himself in the foot.

But this is not the most funny, the most funny is that the demon of the juvenile body directly expressed his dislike for the adult body. He even scolded the adult body as a scum.

Unexpectedly, no.1 even scolded myself when I got up.

But he held back his smile and continued to ask sternly, "Then how do you know who I am? Do you have his memory?"

"Yes...Although I have become smaller, I do have the memory of an adult."

Seeing that the white-haired magician's expression was getting worse and worse, it seemed that he wanted to beat him up when he was a child, and then the little devil quickly made up, "But this doesn't mean that he and I are the same kind of person. !"

The boy drooped his head and began to sell miserably: "Look, I don't have any of his abilities."

Indeed, no matter how talented the devil is, it is impossible for him to have the ability to manipulate puppets and shuttle shadows at the age of six.

Zong Jiu carefully looked at those small open hands, not only did they not have any ugly, criss-crossing scars, but the skin was very delicate and smooth as before.

"Furthermore, I don't like my adult self."

The little devil pouted and looked very dissatisfied, "Who knows that when I grow up I will become that kind of nasty guy! If life can be chosen by myself...oh, **** destiny."

What this says is that if you can choose, you won't become no.1.

Zong Jiuyi's face was cold and unmoved.

"Oh, it seems that the grown-up guy is so annoying that I have no credibility in front of my big brother."

He sighed, "Well, as long as my brother can play with me in these five days, I will tell my brother how to complete the second main line."

This time Zong Jiu finally looked at him with a straight face.

The little devil quickly adjusted his sitting posture, took his legs off the chair obediently, folded his hands neatly in front of his thighs, raised his head and looked at him with a smile, trying to show me a very well-behaved appearance.

I have to say that the devil has a good look.

When he was not full of the madness that wanders on sharp blades as an adult, the black hair on his cheeks slumped softly when he did not speak, and after taking off the triple crown, there was a strand on the top of his head that was about to rise against the wind. Her dumb hair, matched with her unblinking dark brown eyes, makes her smile cute and sweet.

Even if he knew that the man in front of him was his old enemy, it would be difficult for Zong Jiu to connect him with that lunatic pleasure criminal.

The main thing is that the little devil doesn't have that kind of temperament, and even his personality is different.

If a six-year-old demon is like a piece of peaceful white paper, then an adult demon is like a sharp knife stained with blood.

In fact, Zong Jiu was also a little curious about what the devil had gone through to become the appearance that ordinary humans would never be able to become in the future.

It’s normal to be different when I was a child and when I grew up, but it’s hard to tell a lot about a 180-degree transformation like the devil.

Obviously, looking at the six-year-old child in front of him, he felt quite normal.

Except that they are never more mature than ordinary children, there is no other difference.

Seeing that Zong Jiu had shaken, the little devil rolled his eyes and hit the iron while it was hot.

"Although I am a scumbag as an adult, we always talk about it."

"I only need my brother to be with me. I'm not like ordinary children, and I won't do bad things."

The boy stretched his voice, begged in an almost coquettish tone, and looked at him pitifully, "Well?"

"Okay."

Zong Jiu stared at him for a few seconds, staring at him a little fidgety, and then he opened his mouth happily.

"But you have to tell me first what your real name is."

Obviously, this problem was unexpected by the six-year-old little devil.

As if thinking of something, the expression on the boy's face changed a few times, and he stopped talking.

When he was in the trainee dormitory, Zhuge dark discussed specific actions against the devil with him, and one of them mentioned no.1's real name.

Zhuge An was able to determine that the demon was an aboriginal npc with a super S-rank instance. Because he got the gossip from unknown sources, there was one and only one copy of Super S recorded in an infinite loop. The senior survivors who entered the dungeon almost covered the top level of the entire infinite loop. In terms of analogy strength, it was equivalent to letting all S-level teams lead all A-levels to perform tasks, but in that dungeon, they encountered a ruined ending.

Zong Jiu learned from the devil in the first middle school dungeon that he had destroyed his original Super S Grade dungeon.

Being able to single-handedly destroy a Super S Grade instance is enough to show the strength of the demon at that time.

It is for this reason that no one knows his real name in subsequent copies, and only uses the code name "devil" to call him.

Zhuge secretly said that a person's name is the shortest curse.

In "The Book of Xuanyuan", Bai Ze told the Yellow Emperor how to deal with the gods and ghosts of the world. Among them, he mentioned the characteristics of ghosts and monsters given by the name, which is one of the ways to restrain them.

There is no shortage of such records in the books of the Onmyoji of the East. Europe has had folklore that knowing the real name of the devil can expel it since ancient times.

This is especially true in the infinite loop, where there are many types of head-down or black wizards, and the content of their learning also contains spells related to names.

If you can know the real name of the devil, you may be able to get new information.

The white-haired young man lifted the purple curtain of the confession room with one hand, and slightly bent down to stand in place, his expression indifferent.

Looking out from the confession room, the painted glazed window of the church with the statue of the Virgin reflected from behind him, drawing the outline deeper.

He looks good, and his front face is even more incredible. No matter what his posture is, he can only make people feel about beauty. The natural lack of pigment makes him white as if glowing under the reflection of the church, which is more beautiful than the painting on the dome and vaulted wall of the church. The moving angel is more like an angel.

The little devil looked up at him for a long time before he said distressedly: "Although I am very happy when my brother asked this question, I am afraid I can't answer it. Next time my brother sees me as an adult, maybe he can ask him, he should I will be willing to tell my brother."

Ha ha. Zong Jiu sneered in his heart.

Asking questions is equivalent to asking for others, and asking for others is equivalent to falling into the wind in the conversation, falling into the wind in front of an old enemy, is this tolerable?

"Then tell me, what surprises did he prepare for me in the original copy?"

The white-haired young man crossed his arms and cared a little about Zhuge An's side in his heart.

The little devil said without hesitation: "Didn't my brother declare war with him before. Since the declaration of war, we need a stage that is sufficiently exciting to decide the victory or defeat."

Indeed, before entering this copy, Zong Jiu thought so too.

Declaring war with the devil means that the next meeting is an endless relationship. As a result, who would have thought that when such a moth came out when opening the space door, not only was the prepared site useless, but no.1 was also pitted on his own head.

The cathedral fell silent for a while.

After a while, Zong Jiu suddenly said, "What is the way to complete the second main line?"

The pope pouted, "This is cheating, you haven't promised me yet."

"Are you negotiating terms with me?"

Zong Jiu's expression was a little surprised, "I thought you understood your situation well? Wouldn't it become smaller and your IQ would shrink with it, right?"

The dull hair on the top of the little devil's head drooped suddenly.

Yes, he doesn't have the capital to negotiate terms at all now.

Although the adult self hates him, he still has the strength to crush. He was only six years old, and he could only hold the thigh of the magician with his arms open. He was so miserable that he couldn't be more miserable, and he didn't have the capital to negotiate terms.

"Of course I will not keep this kind of trivial matter from my brother."

After hesitating for three seconds, the little devil who knows how to judge the situation and choose to give in, he tried to squeeze a flattering smile.

Seeing the unspeakable expression on his face, Zong Jiu felt refreshed.

Although it is wrong to bully a child, is a six-year-old demon a child? That obviously doesn't count!

Don't let him go while he is only six years old!

"If I can find a way to restore my adult appearance, this dungeon world can be destroyed."

Zong Jiu frowned deeply, "Why?"

If it is just a violation of the law, it is naturally not enough to destroy a copy.

The little demon hesitated and said: "It's...Oh, if it is this copy, it would be a huge surprise for me as an adult, and my brother will know it by then."

"How can you turn you back into that scumbag?" The magician said concisely.

"Don't brother like me?"

The little boy looked at him with his eyes open, looking very aggrieved, "If that scumbag comes back, it will be the kind of personality that my six-year-old personality will never exist, and I will never see it again."

Zong Jiu: "..."

No matter how frantic he was, it would be impossible for him to attack a six-year-old child who had no power to restrain his hands. This was simply against his principles. Even if the child's body is a demon, it is the same.

The white-haired young man lowered his eyes and looked at the little pope in front of him.

Although it was concealed and unclear, it revealed a lot of useful information.

The most important thing is that he is really different from an adult body.

Zong Jiu couldn't feel any malice from him, he could only feel that he was filled with joy and kindness that was as full of joy and kindness as the residents of the city of goodness outside.

This child really likes him, like a child finds a toy, kind, innocent, and not mixed with anything else.

I have to say, it is a firm grasp of Zong Jiu's lifeline.

Although he is indifferent to feelings, he has extraordinary patience with children, and even occasionally goes to the orphanage as a volunteer when he has time on weekends.

Besides, a six-year-old demon with a pure character without any special abilities.

Isn't it easy to pry something out of his mouth?

When the little demon was lowering his head and feeling depressed, suddenly a pair of warm arms wrapped around his back, holding him up easily and firmly.

The feeling of flying into the air made him exclaim in a low voice, only to realize that he was firmly hugged up, and his long winter shoulder jacket was hanging in the air, like the red cloth held in the hands of a Spanish bullfighter.

"Don't you want to hug?"

Seeing the other's stunned expression, Zong Jiu said impatiently.

The little devil finally reacted, cheered, and hugged the magician's slender neck tightly.