Thriller Trainee

no.1 After saying this, there was a moment of silence in the carriage.

In the next second, there was an earth-shattering laugh.

If Zong Jiu had just thought that the devil's appearance of carefully circumventing this Super S Grade instance plane was pitiful and funny, then he really made a ridiculous ridicule now.

The magician trembled with a smile, narrowed his eyebrows and narrowed his eyebrows. A white hair trembled along his shoulders, all over his shoulders, with a pleased expression on his face.

Looking at the incompetence and rage of no.1 now, I was really laughed at.

Zong Jiu moved his body pressed on the soft cushion, found a comfortable position, and laid his head lazily on the cushion behind him.

This carriage was originally built for the noble duke. Although it looks inconspicuous and low-key from the outside, it has a lot of things on the inside. The materials used in every place are excellent, and even the cushions on the back do not know whether it is used. How many precious fluff stuffing is made.

Zong Jiu laughed, but also spared no effort to mock, "Let me breathe out?"

He squinted his eyes, and learned what the devil likes to do the most. He glanced up and down the two hands protruding out of the shadows, jokingly and mockingly.

"Just based on your appearance? Do you want to be kicked out by the Dungeon Consciousness again?"

demon:"......"

The magician's words really hit his death hole.

Originally, this Super S Grade dungeon refused outsiders to enter, and even refused to connect to the main system.

Because its spatial coordinates are located in the dark dimension, it is unsteady, and even the main system is difficult to detect.

There is a higher dimension above the dimension, which is not difficult to understand. Even the main system can only fully control the lower-level planes. For the higher-level planes, it can only communicate on an equal basis. Even interference can only put the survivor in to perform tasks with the permission of the copy. .

In other words, it is difficult for this plane to determine the coordinates even for the main system, and only lunatics like no.1 will choose to directly enter the turbulence of the dark dimension.

This is undoubtedly a very dangerous move, even if it is a devil, it is the same to traverse the space turbulence without any positioning.

Fortunately, he is the same as the Dark Dimension in some respects. As an existence infused with a plane of malice, no.1 has long been out of the category of human beings. It is even not an exaggeration to say that he is a monster born purely in malice.

The dark dimension accepted him.

But this copy did not accept him, so the devil could only be wronged as a smuggler.

Especially after being kicked out, the plane has strengthened its supervision. If the body really comes over, I am afraid that it will be kicked out in the next second.

Behind the shadows, the man squinted his dark golden eyes, his expression unpredictable.

If you change to the past, the devil will be happy to let Zong Jiu understand the consequences of provoking him.

But now he didn't know why. He watched the magician lift his chin, deliberately provocative, and lost interest for some reason.

A feeling that something is about to be out of control arises spontaneously.

This feeling makes the devil feel very unhappy, even a little irritable.

For him, this is a rather rare emotion.

Zong Jiu looked at the other party suddenly loosening the hand holding his chin, and re-hidden back into the shadow, with some doubts in his heart.

According to his understanding of the devil, a verbal battle should be staged next, or a big battle.

Although Zong Jiu knew that he was at a disadvantage now, just because he was at a disadvantage would require him to swallow his anger in front of his old enemy, that would be too wrong for him. So when he spoke provocatively, he secretly tensed his body, ready to fight back anytime and anywhere.

It turned out that the other party took the initiative to retreat first.

I have to say, very unexpected.

Originally, Zong Jiu wanted to use this opportunity to lure no.1 to use his power, and once again feel the joy of scored twice. Now it seems that there is no such opportunity.

But the accident was an accident. Since the devil had taken his hand, Zong Jiu could also untie the things on his body.

The magician sat up straight, passed an unlock decision in the subsystem, and released the shackles on his wrists and ankles.

"Boom—"

The heavy shackles instantly rolled onto the carriage carpet.

Zong Jiu rubbed his red-strangled wrist, then pulled the blanket on the mat and wrapped himself in a circle.

The temperature was a bit cold at night, not to mention that his cheongsam was almost the same when he was wearing it.

Cars driven purely by humans are not so bumpy. Perhaps it can be compared to rickshaws in old Shanghai.

The coachman will always hit someone with a whip. If he doesn't want to be hit, he can only run faster. If he runs slowly, a long bloodstain will bloom on his back with the whip.

Zong Jiu was always on guard for the wind and grass around him.

There is not much space in the carriage. The Black Panther Duke who is under control occupies the center alone, and he can only sit in the corner.

The shadow still flows quietly where the moonlight can't reach, and the puppet duke is silent in the dark, like a statue that will never wake up.

However, Zong Jiuwu guarded himself all the way, and the devil didn't mean to get together.

Zong Jiu:? ? ?

How repulsive is this copy? The point where you can make demons behave well?

Even Zong Jiu himself didn't believe this sentence.

Neither of them do things like looking forward and backward, especially when they are facing each other.

Just like Zong Jiu, knowing that he is at a disadvantage and not provoking him, no.1 is actually the same. If just because this dungeon would kick him out, Zong Jiu's provocation would not be accepted, then no.1 would not be no.1.

Whoever retreats is like lowering the other's head out of thin air, showing weakness. This is their tacit rule.

Who would be willing to show weakness? They are mortal enemies who are unwilling to give in for a kiss.

Which time was it not a sword/pull/crossbow/zhang, and the smell of gunpowder ignited in the air?

It's so quiet and peaceful, even if it's just sitting in the same room like this, it feels weird.

In the end, it was the magician who broke the strange silence.

"Why are you here?"

This is a question that Zong Jiu has always been puzzled by.

If it is said that in every instance he participated in before, the devil will not be absent, and it can still be explained as wanting to see his rivals.

But this time, he and Tuyumen were summoned to this Super S Grade dungeon inexplicably. They couldn’t contact the main system, and didn’t even need to do the main task. If they couldn’t find a way back within three days, they would be left forever. Here.

According to the situation in front of him, even if No.1 is a mentor, but even the main system is helpless, why the devil can appear here is still a question worthy of scrutiny.

"This is the second time you have asked this question."

The voice from the shadows was low and low, with an obvious inattention: "Is its answer that important?"

Maybe important, maybe not important.

In the past, the only pleasure of demons was to appreciate the ugliness and suffering, wars, and chaos in the world.

Such immutable things are full of malice, and the appearance of human beings is unmistakable.

But after watching it for a long time, he will get tired of it, especially for him who was born from malice, most of the ugliness is not worth mentioning.

For this reason, the devil was bored for a long time.

Otherwise, he would not agree to trade with the main system to create such a thrilling trainee competition.

But the biggest gain of this game is not the fun he originally envisioned, but the established savior in the prophecy.

What's more interesting is that they are so alike.

The enemy always knows the other's existence best.

Such an interesting toy should not be found in the future.

"If you die in this dungeon, then I will be very sorry, Lord Magician."

The man's tone was calm and meaningful.

Even if he died, the devil would not let him die on the hands of anyone other than himself.

Shouldn't the savior die in the hands of the big devil? If you die while fighting the mobs in front, the big devil will be lawless and the world will not be saved.

Outside the carriage, the night began to fade away.

The dazzling red sun is rising from the east, the day is coming, the deep earth is pushed away, and the color suddenly becomes clear.

Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen ran for most of the night and lost their memory for another five hours. It stands to reason that even if it is late in winter, it will be about this time.

After a long time, when the devil thought he could not get an answer, the white-haired young man sneered.

The devil didn't care: "I heard that you have inevitable death in this instance?"

"I have a way to let you leave this copy."

The man's hand reappeared from the shadows, seeming to rest on the magician's shoulder unintentionally.

"any solution?"

No.1 did not answer, but circled it with slender fingers and swam along the young man's beautiful jaw line to his lips.

The shape of the magician's lips is very good, and people with thin lips are naturally more indifferent and thin.

"As we all know, it takes a price to make a deal with the devil."

Behind the shadows, the man stared at the change in his face closely, not letting go of a trace.

"Oh?" Zong Jiu didn't have any expression on his face, and he asked back: "Let's talk about it?"

"E.g--"

The cold fingertips twitched on the young man's tailbone.

Obviously it was a bewitching and suggestive action, but Zong Jiu could clearly notice the lack of interest in the other party.

This is very contradictory.

"No two people are born to be enemies, and prophecies are always just prophecies."

Just as they talked, the carriage quietly drove into the gorgeous and classical mansion.

A zebra in a housekeeper's suit stepped forward and stood by the car respectfully. In the absence of the master's order, it dare not come forward to harass, for fear of disturbing the Duke's good interests.

"Let's change the name. Bedmate? A little bit of warmth is missing."

"So, how about the lover?"

The devil thought about the matter, but became more and more boring.

He expects the other party to make a choice, but also expects the other party not to make a choice.

If a cat with an arrogant and indifferent personality catches your attention, do you want it to continue to catch birds and butterflies outside, or to keep it in its own cage?

What attracts the attention of the devil is the magician who possesses a rebellious soul who disdains the power in the eyes of all living beings in awe; or someone in the future who is willing to become a demon king in order to save his life from the catastrophe. Caged bird?

In the next second, Zong Jiu punched him directly in the air.

"roll."

Seeing the magician jumping from the carriage flexibly from the back, the devil was stunned.

He suddenly dropped his hand and smiled lowly.