Thriller Trainee

For someone who appeared uninvited, Zong Jiu chose to ignore it.

He didn't even lift his eyes to take another look. The half-burning cigarette was still between his fingers, and the ashes fell drooping to the dark black table top, scattering a piece of gray-black smoke.

Behind the smoke, the young man's long and narrow eyebrows were dim, dim and dim, not real.

The warm yellow spotlights on the upper part of the bar plated his outline with a cold light, making the shadows on his face deeper and more impersonal.

There is no doubt that Zong Jiu's mood now doesn't look good.

I don't know why, this unprovoked cognition makes the devil a little unhappy.

He has rarely seen such obvious mood swings in a magician.

——Except when the two of them are facing each other. At that time, whether it was Zong Jiu or the devil, the burning intent to fight each other belonged to another person.

Their most real and rarest emotions arise only because of each other.

The devil thought so displeased, of course he did it.

So in the next second, the bartender who was just mixing at the bar was driven away, and the black-haired man occupied the magpie's nest and moved his fingers slightly.

The puppet silk concealed in the shadow spontaneously wrapped around the periphery of the wine bottle and the shaker. On the other side, the tweezers suspended in the air had already prepared ice cubes and lemon salt, ready to be used.

He deliberately put his hand on the magician's hand that was holding the cigarette. The white gloves and pale and slender fingers crossed and touched. He obviously didn't do anything. He just caught the falling soot, with indescribable ambiguity.

"My Excellency, do you need a bartending service?"

The man stared at the other party's light pink eyes, and his dark golden pupils made undisguised teasing: "You are my only guest, so there is no need for an extra price increase for this cup."

"Of course..." He prolonged his voice, grasping the fingertips of the other party and squeezing it suggestively.

"If you want a second drink, it's another price."

Zong Jiu: "..." What should I do, my fist is hard.

His thoughts and thoughts were completely interrupted, and he immediately lost his temper.

The demon whose work is done by the puppet silk and the shadow only needs to be like a conductor of a concert, manipulating the dazzling silver arcs in the air to let them go where they should be.

This bartender shows off his skills again, just like the devil himself, exuding his hormones triumphantly from morning to night, just like a peacock who is always showing off on the screen to show off his own, which is helpless.

"Boom—"

After a high-altitude parabola, the freshly prepared whiskey was pushed over.

The bartender stood in front of the bar and looked at him with a smile.

Zong Jiu glanced at him coldly, without moving.

The devil didn't care either, and instead picked up a strand of white hair of the young man, entwining it around his fingertips and playing with it, quite carelessly.

"It's the final battle soon, let me guess, what have you discussed? For example, let you go alone?"

"Then you can rest assured, the only thing you face is me in the end."

His tone was extraordinarily gentle, "Baby, I won't let anyone disturb the battlefield that belongs to us alone."

"But... it's inevitable that there will be some ants who intervene in it."

The magician raised his eyebrows without interrupting the other party.

"Just say what you want, don't sell it here."

Such obvious information is sent for nothing, and you don't listen to it.

Seeing that the other party finally turned all his attention to himself, the devil showed a satisfied smile.

He released the puppet thread in his hand, and the ice cube fell into the wine glass from mid-air, making a crisp collision sound.

"Dear magician, you must know that all compromises in this world have a purpose."

The man meant something, "Especially for those who are a little clever and want to lie to the world and deceive the world."

Both of them knew who this person was referring to.

The devil obviously disliked No.3.

This is not the first time he has publicly evaluated Zhuge An in front of Zong Jiu. A long time ago, at the end of the Kings game, when Zong Jiu went to the devil's dormitory to steal roses, and the other party chased him into his room, this familiar conversation had already happened once.

"What does prophecy mean to you?"

Zong Jiu pondered for a moment: "The destiny is inevitable."

This kind of prophecy carries the unique tragic aesthetics of ancient Greek mythology, and can also be regarded as the realization of a certain causal law.

For those true prophecies that are well-known enough, the moment they are spoken, it means that they will definitely be fulfilled in the future.

Because the prophecy is that no matter what method the party uses to avoid or hide, it will still lead to the final predetermined ending. It is possible that evasion and hiding will cause mixed results.

Guiguzi has been dead for more than ten years, none of the old ones survived that year, and there were not many traces left. The last prophecy he made was brought to the perfect world of Super S Grade Dungeon by those subordinates who had not had time to follow and enter the Conferred God Kingdom Dungeon.

I thought it was the savior who brought it out, but in the end he created a great devil. More and more confirmed the fate of the prophecy.

Prophecy does not mean that one can resist fate, it is only "information."

"That's right."

The devil shrugged: "Look, in Guiguzi's prophecy, we are immortal enemies."

Zong Jiu was silent.

Endlessly. It used to be.

But after the Judgment Day copy, something seemed to change forever.

Countless times, Zong Jiu could start to beat the unsuspecting little devil severely, and even bring the big devil together to make him disappear into this beautiful world.

However, perhaps it was out of pity at the beginning, or it was out of something deeper, Zong Jiu didn't.

The devil can also attack countless times, and kill the magician in the cradle before the magician has fully grown his wings. From then on, he doesn't need to care about Guiguzi's predictions and continue his game in the world.

In the same way, maybe it was because it was too boring at the beginning, maybe it was because of the lack of fun and the lack of toys for the game, and there are no demons.

At the beginning, the starting points were different, but behind them they chose to indulge and presumptuously, the result was that they could no longer start.

Needless to say, Zong Jiu, the devil even rushed to rescue his enemies, saying that he could only die in his own hands, but he couldn't hide the essence of the matter.

The prophecy has never mentioned that they will have other relationships as well as their old enemies.

"I tend to have the accuracy of this prediction, but if someone wants to maliciously tamper with or conceal it, then it's not necessarily." The man sneered contemptuously: "Especially...if that person is still No.3. , Its accuracy is even lower."

What the devil didn't say was that, leaving these aside, in a sense, Guiguzi's prediction was terribly accurate.

Even if he is really defeated by someone and willingly lose to someone, that person will only be a magician.

"So baby, there is clearly a problem with this prediction."

As soon as the man's voice changed, his tone became sweet and greasy again, "Behind some people's compromise, it is obvious that there is no good intentions. Unlike me, I am willing to be used by you and have nothing to ask for."

The devil obviously knew how to put gold on his face. This remark borrowed another person to set off himself, without mentioning how he greeted the magician's body before, and wanted to move people to the bed every day.

Hearing this, Zong Jiu finally realized what the other party meant.

"According to what you mean, you know if I get the universal wishing ticket, what wish will I make?"

"Don't worry, baby, we can talk about this slowly later."

The black-haired demon slowly combed the magician's long silver hair, "It's not always certain who wins and who wins."

"Besides-let me remind, Lord Magic, you owe me so many times, do you think about how to pay it back?"

The word owe, the first time it appeared in the copy of the first middle school, Zong Jiu asked the demon who played the teacher to help.

Zong Jiu was still able to guess what kind of thought and character no.1 was. As long as he found something interesting, he would probably not refuse to ask him for help.

Of course, even though the devil said so verbally at the time, Zong Jiu, who was habitually getting on the train without buying a ticket, didn't care at all.

He was not even prepared to pay it back from the beginning. So in the same way, Crazy Circus no.1 later came to help by himself, and he had to punish the dungeon to save him. In Zong Jiu's eyes, all of this was almost a useless prostitution, and no additional price was required.

"Oh, Mr. Magic is as ruthless as ever."

The devil pretended to sigh: "Forget it, who made us have such a close relationship now."

He deliberately emphasized the word "intimacy".

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Maybe I am in a good mood one day and I will consider this question. But want to use this to give me a universal wish ticket? Then I would advise you to wash and sleep."

sleep?

The devil squinted his eyes: "It's not impossible to be with you."

It just so happened that the sky was completely dark now, and everything in this separate narrow plane space was controlled by the main system. Therefore, the star space at night is gorgeous, and all the stars at all times are shining in the sky, converging into a sea of ​​stars.

"If this is the way of repayment..."

The man curled up his mouth unkindly and lowered his voice, "I will love it, baby."

Zong Jiu: "..."

His answer was to get up directly from the bar and turn around to leave.

Not putting that glass of wine on the devil's head is already the magician's greatest kindness.

......

As a result, before Zong Jiu had gone out far, he received an unexpected communication again.

The sender of the communication is Xu Su.

Zong Jiu pondered for a moment, turned his feet, and turned to the meeting room they usually used for meetings.

As it was written in the text message, there was already a person in the conference room.

Xu Su sat on the sofa, holding a thick roll of papyrus that exudes a wilted atmosphere.

Feeling this unique breath, Zong Jiu couldn't help but look at it.

Such a representative papyrus, this should be the famous S-level prop "Book of the Dead".

"Brother Nine!"

Seeing him coming, Xu Su wiped the wet tears on his face and stood up from the sofa.

"Xu Sen asked me to call Brother Jiu over. He said...He has something to tell Brother Jiu."