Thriller Trainee

Zong Jiu slowly got up from the bed, grabbed a handful of his own hair, and instantly recovered.

His dormitory has changed again, from the presidential suite of A-level trainees directly upgraded to an ultra-luxury large room with a 360-degree sky garden for S-level trainees and a double-story viewing platform with a small garden.

It is a bit inappropriate to say that the rooms are a bit inappropriate. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as an air villa. Before the light, the baths in the suites became no.1 surfing pools of the same style. The small garden was covered in silver, and clusters of bright red strawberries were covered by thick snow. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can also see the forest hut with a burning fireplace for hunters in the distance. There is a barbecue grill set up for trainees in advance, so you can have a picnic in a snowstorm at any time.

Then the cats in the room like to add two, joined a pure white puppet brother and a lively short sister, led by their eldest devil, to form a cat family.

Zong Jiu slept well and soundly last night, so he got up early this morning.

There is still more than an hour before the trainees gather in the studio.

Zong Jiu simply rang the bell of the waiter, ordered a room service, and closed the door to wash in the bathroom.

The exclusive housekeeper will not be changed due to the promotion of the level, and will only be cancelled as the level drops, unless the trainee is not satisfied with the housekeeper, otherwise the housekeeper will always follow the trainees from A to S grade.

Zong Jiu was quite satisfied with the butler npc provided to him by the main system, and did not intend to replace it halfway.

After Zong Jiu came out of the washing, there was a knock on the door.

He wondered why the food delivery was so slow today, and quickly untied the belt of his bathrobe and changed to a new dress.

"Please come in."

When the sound of the silver dining trolley's implementation sounded, Zong Jiu just bent down to put on his socks.

A familiar sight fell behind him, unscrupulously sliding from the white toes wrapped in the wool carpet to the calf, and finally slowly roaming around the thigh/inside/side of the leg, repeatedly patrolling and wandering freely.

This dangerous and uncomfortable gaze has a strong sense of presence, but the other party has no intention to hide it at all.

Zong Jiu put on his windbreaker, and turned his head back with a ugly expression.

Sure enough, the devil wearing a black tuxedo and white gloves was pushing the silver dining car, smiling and standing in front of the dining table not far away. After a long absence, a red rose that was budding and covered with dew was reinserted on his chest. .

If it weren't for ignoring that hateful face, it would really look like a British butler produced by the main system.

Three cats huddled together in the corner, each with their backs arched, and their hair exploded, staring at this unsolicited alien species vigilantly.

Seeing the gray-haired magician turned his head, the unexplained smile on the man's face grew worse.

He raised his hand and lifted the insulation cloth covered on the dining car, revealing the exquisite food and delicacies behind him.

"My Excellency, the appetizer is the Brittany blue lobster and Burgundy red wine egg delivered by air this morning. The main course is three-ripe Australian M9 sirloin with Alsatian sauerkraut, and the dessert is chocolate ganache. Mango chunks."

The devil hooked his finger, and the cork of the wine bottle placed on the dining car fell straight off, "As for the pre-dinner wine..."

The light golden liquor poured from the bottle into the goblet, reflecting a dazzling color under the warm light in the room.

"White wine from New Zealand Astrolabe Winery, please."

The man had a perfect smile on his face, like a real waiter, with one hand touching his chest and the other as a gesture.

He even opened the tables and chairs in front of the dining table for the magician with extra diligence. The puppet thread rooted in darkness in the past also appeared from the void, and the napkins and knives and forks were laid obediently.

As the saying goes, nothing is courteous, and anyone who commits crime is stealing.

Zong Jiu glanced at him coldly, and slowly adjusted his cuffs, "I'm sorry, I don't like French food."

"It turns out that Your Excellency the Magician doesn't like these, but this is my negligence."

The devil pretended to be surprised, "It is not good for your health to skip breakfast."

God tm is bad for the body.

He doesn't need to eat at all to practice. Although he doesn't need to eat, he still maintains the habit of one meal a day. It won't be a big problem if he doesn't eat. What No.1 just said is just nonsense.

Zong Jiu felt that he didn't have to spend any more time with him, and after changing his shoes, he was about to leave the dormitory.

The S-class has the permission to not go to the studio hall for gatherings, but he doesn't think this is necessary.

One is because this is his first meeting since he became an S-rank. As the core figure of the anti-devil alliance, he can't justify it without appearing.

The second is that today's rally is about the next dungeon, or to be precise, it is about the next super S-level dungeon. In the face of disaster, missing a little information is fatal, and Zong Jiu cannot make such a low-level mistake.

The white-haired young man walked through the center of the room without squinting, and was stopped by the demon walking out of the shadow in the next step.

"Don't leave in such a hurry."

He stopped in front of the magician, the shadows covered him, feeling very oppressive, and his dark golden pupils were full of interest.

"Since I don't want to have breakfast, why don't we have something else?"

"?" Zong Jiu glanced lightly at the black-haired man who stopped in front of him.

The latter lowered his voice, licked his lips ambiguously, and showed an unkind smile, "For example...you."

Zong Jiu: "..."

Zong Jiu: "You really look like a male/dog in heat/love."

After being blocked by the white-haired youth with such acrid irony, the man's face was still full of smiles, not at all unpleasant.

I don't know why, since last night I figured out what my desires/hopes are, the devil's tolerance for magicians has once again raised more than an upper limit.

He was once very happy to personally bestow Zong Jiu death.

Whether it was Guiguzi's predictions or repeated provocations, Zong Jiu's every step was frantically dancing in the realm of fun and death.

The devil once regretted that he had never gouged out his flesh and blood, personally strangled his neck, did not strangle the savior who was destined to defeat the great devil in this prophecy, and watched him fall from the clouds to the dusty close friend.

But this person really fell into his hands, staring at the face that didn't seem to have much expression, another kind of more urgent desire was growing like weeds.

Thinking. Fuck him fiercely.

Rather than the illusory victory or defeat, I want to see him crying and panting underneath/under him, with red eyes begging for mercy.

The devil smiled and responded, "Just to you."

"Obviously you, like me, are people who are very honest about their own desires, don't you?"

indeed so.

Zong Jiu was silent.

They all indulge in pleasure.

One has no bottom line, and the other has chained himself.

One was not at all interested in this stuff before, and the other was emotionally indifferent to almost nothing.

It's surprisingly consistent in this respect.

"So... don't you come and try? I have a hunch that we will be in good time."

The product of twisted malice once again threw the bewitching olive branch, trying to pull the magician into the abyss.

It is a pity that the magician does obey desire/hope. But that is based on the premise of desire/hope.

The devil's sophistry is fundamentally untenable.

"No."

Zong Jiu refused expressionlessly, "Your technique is too bad."

The elevator doors slammed shut, blocking their faces.

The airtight wing began to descend.

People who can't even kiss are still thinking about going to bed? Whimsical.

The magician stared at the reduced number on the elevator screen, sneered, and completely forgot that he was a big deal.

It didn't take long for the elevator door to slip open quietly from both sides.

The red-gold streamer of the studio hall hung down from the dome, hung high in the air, with blurred colors gleaming below.

The elevator for S-level trainees can take them directly to the throne located at the highest point of the studio hall.

The people in the hall are almost ready, the entire row of thrones only has no.1, and the positions of no.9 and no.10 are still vacant.

Countless people looked up at the highest point, watching the tall and slender magician seated on the no.9 throne.

At this point, the ten S-levels have returned to their positions again, and all are missing.

As we all know, it is far more difficult to squeeze into the S-level than to fill the S-level.

The sight of everyone sighed, envious, jealous, admired, admired... all kinds of things.

Zong Jiu very calmly accepted the sight from all directions, without any extra expression on his face.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked down at the entire studio.

Looking down at the stairs below from the highest point, looking at the black and crushing heads usually gives people a sense of control, not to mention that the S-level is the only one of all levels that can be allowed to sit in the hall instead of standing. , This in itself is a symbol of glory and strength.

After watching for a while, Zong Jiu turned his head and found that the no.8 black wizard sitting next to him was holding his head with one hand, and the dark green eyes in the black hood stared at him, seeing He turned his head and raised the corner of his mouth to signal.

Behind the black wizard, the blond Shengzi adjusted the priest's robe hanging down on his body, with a gentle and compassionate smile on his face, and said hello to him.

A little farther away, Poseidon, who is very exotic and profiled, and Azan in black, who was brutally controlled in the dungeon of the deserted village.

Zong Jiu: "..."

He glanced at his allies, no.2, no.3, no.4, all of them were even numbers. A string is down to the devil's puppet, and then there is a lonely no.9 surrounded by puppets.

The magician looked away, passed a few people, and asked the no.4 exorcist: "Where is the Tuyumen?"

The exorcist scratched his head, "Something happened last night...that kid should have applied for a meeting in the room today."

At the ball last night, when Tu Yumen took out the blue talisman, the exorcist was also shocked.

He felt the gaze from all directions, and patted the opponent's stiff shoulder, "Oh, man, what do you want me to say."

Then the Doommon who encountered the death scene quickly escaped.

The exorcist suddenly felt that his conscience was overwhelmed, and hurriedly followed, but the other party just couldn't open the door.

"It's okay."

The exorcist waved his hand, "That guy is very capable of self-repair. He will be fine after one copy is over."

Indeed, this is not the first time that Tu Yumen has been so unlucky.

Life wants to bully him this little cat, what else can I do?

The society is dead and the society is dead, and I can always get used to it.