Thriller Trainee

"Catch those two humans!"

"Over there, they ran over there, chasing separately!"

In the dim corridor, the bull-head police officer just yelled at them. Numerous bull-headed horses chased them with torches, and the roar echoed around the corridor.

Originally, these animals were huge in size, and one was better than two or three human complexes. When they ran up, they were like a moving hill, shaking the ground like an earthquake.

In the midst of turmoil, Zong Jiu was dragged into the dark, and was hugged by cold arms. His whole body was covered by the shadow of the lightly moving when Deng Ying jumped. Only a pale and slender ankle was exposed under the black cheongsam.

The ubiquitous shadows naturally noticed this, so the hideous darkness seemed to be gathered out of thin air, bit by bit swallowed the body of the young man exposed to the air, trapped in an inseparable sticky swamp.

Zong Jiu: "..."

He was silent for a while, as if thinking about why no.1 can be encountered in this place.

Sure enough, demons are everywhere, and the dog-headed sergeant does not deceive me either.

"Yes, I went the wrong way, you let me go."

There was a pleasant chuckle behind him, scratching people's ears a little bit.

"Oh, is it so?"

The man's voice was low and joking, "Then I let you go now?"

Countless cow heads and horse faces ran in front of them, and iron chains with thick bowls swayed in their hooves, and the rusty links at the end dragged to the ground, pulling out a series of creepy drags.

If this is caught back, it is estimated to be pulled back to the auction floor and continue with the unfinished auction.

Women's clothing belongs to women's clothing, and Zong Jiu has absolutely no hobby of letting a group of animals auction him off.

Everyone knows the truth about enduring humiliation.

As a last resort, the white-haired young man had to shut his mouth and stopped speaking.

However, the hand on his thigh not only showed no signs of pulling away, but it also got deeper/into a few points along the waistline.

Zong Jiu patted it, "If you touch me again, you will chop off your hand."

"It's sad."

no.1 said hypocritically, relying on the fact that the opponent is not able to make large movements now, he will firmly lock the person in his arms.

"I'm rushing over to give assistance non-stop, shouldn't I give some rewards? Huh?"

Wearing neat gloves, he lifted up the thin cheongsam a little, and circulated in a very dangerous area, with some kind of nickname/nick suggestion that didn't need to be declared.

With that said, Zong Jiu took time out and looked down.

The hand around his waist is not as realistic as it used to be, on the contrary, it has some murky light.

"but......"

The demon bent down, "I can see the magician like this, this trip is not a bad thing."

The cheongsam beauty was trapped in this square inch, and the big lady's hat on her head hadn't been thrown away for a long time, revealing the hair bun rolled up behind her back and the slender white swan neck.

Cheongsam is originally a very self-cultivating attire, not only pinching the waist, but also very demanding on the body of the wearer.

The man casually threw the hairpin aside, and the white hair shed like a waterfall, sweeping through the devil's fingertips like moonlight, entangled with the puppet thread that he would always fix at the end of the finger.

One is silvery white, the other is cold black, close/inseparable.

The devil looked down at this scene, not knowing what he thought of, a faint smile appeared in his dark golden pupils.

"God knows and earth knows, you know and I know, huh?"

Zong Jiu understood at once: "You have been there all the time."

Sure enough, it was not an illusion that he felt that he was touched by someone just now in the dark.

The devil laughed and said nothing.

If Zong Jiu guessed correctly, no.1 might have been monitoring everything through the shadow.

Perhaps the demon's body is sitting high in the dormitory room of the trainees, holding a glass of red wine with great interest and admiring the magician's ease of performance in the underground farm.

...Careless.

Two people huddled in a dark place, and their faces were cut by shadows and flames, making them dull.

Zong Jiu didn't have much reaction when the word no.1 broke the women's clothing behavior. Anyway, he didn't have much shame.

On the contrary, he not only ignored the messy hands on him, but also silently observed the situation in front of him.

Three cows, two cows, one cow...

Finally, when the last tauren police officer disappeared at the end of the tunnel, Zong Jiu moved.

The white-haired young man pushed back hard with one elbow, and turned around quickly with this force.

The butterfly dark pattern embroidered on the hem of the cheongsam skirt draws a sharp arc in the air, as if it is really going to fly up, and dexterously changed its position, turning from the back to the front.

The black-haired demon lazily raised his hand, without stopping, but fell back into the entire shadow, leaving the magician's movements blank.

"What is the purpose of your appearance?"

Zong Jiu didn't believe his nonsense, took a step back and asked straightforward questions.

The gloomy figure was erratic in the corridor, and his eyes patrolled around the youth unscrupulously.

The veteran hunter looked at his favorite prey, dangerous and lazy.

"The purpose? Of course it is for the noble magician."

"Come for me?"

The magician raised his eyebrows, "What do I have to worry about?"

Without playing cards, he can only resist the erosion of the shadows very hard with the fists and feet he learned before he wears the book.

So if you come to me two or three times later, Zong Jiu will understand.

The other party did not come to this weird Super S-class copy as an npc like those copies before.

Today's no.1 is more like a shadow and malice that he was originally born with, and a certain kind of loophole has been exploited, and this is the phantom that barely appeared in this posture, and its shape is very unstable.

Think about it, just as the devil can really come, wouldn't the main system be able to connect with them long ago, and the trainees need to spend a lot of time to find a way to connect?

"Yes."

He suddenly appeared from the shadows, stepping on the gloomy darkness under his feet, like an emperor who is about to bow his head in the darkness.

The devil lowered his voice, leaned over and chuckled, "I want to come to you for sex/love, doesn't it count?"

The man's voice was low and careless.

He didn't want to seriously think about why he used the mentor's authority without hesitation after hearing the main system say that no.9 was forcibly summoned to the dark dimension, and he didn't want to think about why he rushed forward when the spatial positioning was not yet clear. The main system is cold warning.

Crazy people don't need a reason to do things, especially demons, who always do whatever they want.

Because I wanted to destroy the copy, I destroyed it.

Because I wanted to see the appearance of others struggling in the mud, so I hit it off with the main system, and there was a thriller trainee competition.

Because I wanted to come, I came.

Just like now.

The dark golden pupils stared closely at the magician's unwavering face.

I want him to show more and better expressions.

I wanted to grab the opponent's waist and hit him against the wall.

The devil approached step by step, wrapped in boundless shadows, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, but each step was extremely oppressive.

Zong Jiu found this situation a bit difficult to handle.

If he changes to normal, he can still fight no.1.

After being promoted to S rank, after the whole body was strengthened, Zong Jiu now has immunity to the puppet line, and Zong Jiu now has no power to fight against the devil.

But the problem is that he is now in a Super S Grade dungeon, not only the props are banned, but the physical enhancement is also recovered, just like the fish on the chopping board.

On the other hand, the demon was born with the ability of the opponent, it is impossible to be deprived of the main system, let alone a relationship household, want to deal with Zong Jiu easily.

But Zong Jiu didn't have any reliance.

He pulled his leg and ran in the opposite direction from the other end, while calling for the subsystem in his heart.

"Sub-system, can you charm the person in front of you?"

After a moment of silence, the subsystem obediently replied [Yes]

It is separated from the main system and is equivalent to a program that disconnects the cache. Therefore, even if the main system and the devil have reached a cooperative relationship, it will not affect the sub-systems that do not adhere to the martial arts.

The devil can't come here as a trainee, and can only take advantage of the emptiness of a copy of the npc.

It is precisely because of this that Zong Jiu has an opportunity to take advantage of.

The white-haired young man turned the two ten-sided dice in his hand without any hesitation.

The pink-white dice turned round and round in the void, reflecting a colorful reflection under the elongated firelight.

Zong Jiu is also very curious.

Reminisce about the reaction of those dungeon NPCs to his words after being charmed. Isn't it palatable that the effect is placed on one's old enemy?

[Your throwing result is 45/70, the charm is judged successfully]

[Because the npc sanity value exceeds the conventional setting of the ID card, this round will automatically enter the confrontation check, and the difficulty is extremely difficult]

[This npc is undergoing psychology verification, please wait...]

【End of NPC Psychology Verification】

Before Zong Jiu could hear the judgment result of the sub-system in his mind, the sticky shadow suddenly pierced out of the shadow behind him, dragging the young man's slender ankle, and dragging him back abruptly.

Can't escape.

The cold hand pinched the young man's jaw, forcing the latter to raise his head and accept the long/driving/straight-in deep/kiss.

Compared to the **** kiss that was full of contention and reluctance after the dance party, this kiss was obviously much warmer.

Of course, it also contains a stronger desire/thought than last time.

The white-haired young man who was arrogant to the flesh is now suppressed by that little struggle, and can only be passively endured.

When the magician parted with him out of breath, he saw this scene when he looked up.

A dark silhouette was projected in the man's eyes, the storm began to brew in the dark, and the storm was about to come.

Zong Jiu: "..."

He murmured inwardly.

Damn, I succeeded in fascinating other NPCs. Other NPCs just kneel under the cheongsam and follow their advice and give them what they want.

Charm no.1 is successful, just let the other party estrus/love on the spot and support the edge? ? ?

What kind of charm rule is this? ? ?

Originally the other party was okay, at least it didn't really move.

As a result, now Zong Jiu shot himself in the foot by himself, and he was about to finish.

"Charm me?"

The devil raised his mouth, and his laughter was hoarse and sultry.

"Then see if you have the courage to prepare for the consequences, my dear Magician."