Thriller Trainee

[Hahahahaha, famous scene! 】

[The scene I am most looking forward to is here! Look at their expressions, all of them are stupid]

[I would never say that their facial expressions are me who saw the magician perform one day ago. jpg]

Except for Zong Jiu's team who had enjoyed the magician's live performance, all the other trainees in the temple stared like bronze bells, and looked like they had seen a ghost.

Cao Hongtao's voice trembled, "You, you, you...Where did you get it from?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the fruit plate below the mud bodhisattva. The melon and fruit tribute on the top was well placed there, not one missing.

"What are you looking at." Zong Jiu was unhappy, "Look at the apple in my hand. It is big and round, can it be the same as the peels on it."

With that said, he also used his index finger to press the recessed area of ​​the apple, and turned it around twice like a basketball, so that everyone watched it carefully, seeing the fresh and green skin on it, and the fragrance of melons and fruits.

"Such a big apple is worth two of them, and it can restore at least 30 hunger points after eating. Green fruit, non-toxic and pollution-free, and childish."

Just then, the newcomers who had gone to carry the coffins behind the mourning hall also returned.

The old people hold their own identities for this kind of physical work, and none of them are willing to do it, and all of them are taken over by the newcomers on Zong Jiu's side.

Among other things, this vermilion coffin is heavy enough, with two people hugging it so wide that several people can lift it together. After everyone put the coffin on the floor of the main hall of the temple, the latter made a loud and muffled noise and landed steadily.

The newcomers clapped their hands and hurriedly came up to help with propaganda, "That is, Brother Nine's apples are full, and I can eat one and a half meals."

"Yes, it's as delicious as it was just picked from the tree, fresh and crispy, I would like to call it the most delicious fruit in the world!"

They cooperated with Zong Jiu to publicize for a while, and when they saw the old man opposite, they still looked suspicious, and made it clear that they didn't believe it.

Anthony sneered, "An apple is sold for 1,000 survival points. It's too big to say, why don't you grab it?"

Zong Jiu said innocently, "I'm just robbing...ah no, boy, have you heard that demand exceeds supply?"

"We are now in the Famine dungeon. In this case, how precious an apple is, don't I need to say more? Since it is a life-saving thing, don't you think your life is not worth the price?"

This rhetorical question left everyone speechless.

[I heard it! Just now the magician said that he was killing people! 】

[I heard it too! I corroborate it! Haha, it’s not that I make money, why I’m so happy to watch]

[An inner ghost is so conscientious to help ordinary people, it can’t be justified if you don’t give survival points, hey]

[Still the same sentence, I really want to see their reaction when they discover that the magician is the inner ghost.jpg]

"Forget it, I still think that you are old people and have a lot of survival on your body, so I will offer you the friendship price."

The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, "Since you don't want it, then I can only benefit the newcomers."

As he said, he turned around again, "Come here, brothers have dinner, what do you want to eat today?"

The newcomers babbled excitedly, "Guava!"

"Jackfruit!" "Grapes!" "Grapefruit!" "Mango, always dripping!"

The old people were stunned watching the white-haired magician's fingertips inadvertently flying and spinning in the air, and every jump could bring out a fruit that was absolutely not heavy. Every time there is one, the newcomers applaud and cheer wildly, and the scene is extremely enthusiastic.

"This is... a special item?" an old man asked uncertainly.

Even the well-informed elderly have never seen this battle. How can there be such a waste of special props whose only function is to dig out the fruits one by one? Good guys.

They looked at the feasting newcomer while showing disdain, and couldn't stop swallowing.

The few people grabbing the chaff on the side felt that the hard/bangbang rice was not fragrant immediately, and everyone's eyes were focused on the magician in the center who was immersed in his performance.

Lin Guoxing squinted his eyes.

If he doesn't speak, there will naturally be old people who will come forward.

Cao Hongtao said sourly, "Hey, didn't you just say that one thousand survival apples? Why can they eat them without paying?"

Zong Jiu said, "They call me the eldest brother, and the eldest brother feeds the younger brother just as it is, so why don't you call me the eldest brother?"

Cao Hongtao's face was red and white, and white and red.

With his distinguished status as a B-level trainee, it is naturally impossible to call a C-level newcomer the big brother, even if this newcomer has potential.

He doesn't bark, and other people around him don't necessarily know how to bark.

The speed at which the hunger value decreased was too fast, and in such a short communication time, it dropped another five points.

A C-level old man was so hungry that he tremblingly called out his eldest brother.

What's even more funny is that Zong Jiu subconsciously responded.

The barrage was laughing crazy.

[I’m dying, I’m really going to laugh to death, the magician is really a talent]

[It’s really time to poke the limelight of these old people. It’s all about life and death. It’s love for someone to help you, but it’s a duty if you don’t help. What’s the matter with the exchange of things, it’s good to have food]

[That is, I have already restarted the copy, and if you delay it, the group will be destroyed. I didn't expect that the old man can't put down the shelf at this time, and I can’t figure it out]

[Quickly, quickly, I want to see the scene where all the old people are shouting for the C-level inner ghost brother, gkd! 】

Now that he should, Zong Jiu can't take advantage of this eldest brother in vain.

He was silent for a while, took out an apple and handed it over. The latter nodded and bowed to the eldest brother to take it, and bit down.

When people are extremely hungry, everything they eat will be exceptionally delicious.

So the C-class old man immediately abandoned the dark and turned to Ming, saying that this is the best apple he has ever eaten.

Now the other old people are also tempted.

Hunger is like the most unbearable harsh punishment. It squeezes everyone's stomach and makes it hard to breathe. As the saying goes, people take food as the sky, and the sky will collapse. Who can control the rest.

It's a pity that the next old man who came up with a cheek and called Big Brother didn't get the apple.

He jumped angrily on the spot, "Why, I yelled too!"

Zong Jiuyi is serious, "The discount is limited to one. If everyone calls my eldest brother, then I can't do business."

The black Azan on the side withdrew the soul-calling pan.

He stepped forward and traded five thousand survival points with Zong Jiu very simply and took five apples.

"Did you see that, the big guys don't talk muddle-headedly, they just deal directly."

Zong Jiu shrugged, "Think of it clearly, everyone, life and death are in one thought. Now is not the time to be stingy with survival points."

This is indeed the truth.

Although the old people had resentment in their hearts, they really couldn't say anything when their stomachs screamed desperately. They pinched their noses and came to line up to trade.

Zong Jiu looked at the number of survival points recorded, and his heart was refreshed.

He strengthened his hands and eyes, changed some sloppy props, and declared a million chips to be squandered. His next goal is to find a deck of playing cards for specific reinforcement, preferably to the extent that it can cause damage to the existence of the supernatural beings.

Just want to strengthen to that level, the number of survival points required is also not a small number. What's more, consumables are used for reinforcement, the ones that are not recyclable. Zong Jiu wanted to raise some survival points first, strengthen a deck of cards, and save some use.

Now, the enhanced survival point is delivered to the door by itself. Isn’t it a good thing?

After a round of trading, Anthony finally got a stink on his face.

Zong Jiu didn't raise his head, "One at two thousand points."

This is a bright provocation, who can bear it on whom?

Anthony the barbarian couldn't bear it anyway.

The half-vampire sneered from his throat, one hand was claws, and the other hand had black nails soaring. It turned out to be towards the magician's left hand, wanting to **** it.

Without any greeting, Anthony shot swiftly like lightning, if ordinary naked eyes can only catch a burst of afterimages.

Zong Jiu is different, his dynamic vision is at its peak, and he can naturally see his small movements clearly.

He took a step back with white hair and young and fluttering, just to escape Anthony's first wave of offensive, followed by the sound of playing cards.

The two struggled in the temple, and a dozen moves were made in the blink of an eye.

[Wait, for an apple, is this still fighting? 】

[Anthony won't even have two thousand survival points, right? Point the wax.jpg]

[Surely not there, it’s just that the magician provokes him, and his character is so explosive, it’s weird if he can stand it]

[My focus turned out to be that the magician can tie with the second in command of the night race, hiss-Sure enough, the 1 million points in Las Vegas are not for nothing. I am afraid that after this time, the magician can be directly A grade 】

[A what A, be bold, S grade (loudly)]

Because they both read the rules of the main system, neither of them made a kill.

Anthony’s goal is Apple, and Zong Jiu’s goal is--

He looked at a gap, changed his palms, and slashed forward quickly.

It was also because of this action that Zong Jiu's waist pocket was not very open. From Anthony's point of view, I just saw the yellow talisman in the corner.

At the moment when Anthony was stunned, the palm of the white-haired young man swept across his head impartially.

He touched it.

The touch is cold and hard, almost incomparable to any known silk thread, but more like a piano thread with special toughness.

And Anthony has two on his head.

Zong Jiu squinted his eyes, pushing hard in his palm.

The half-vampire who had just come aggressively suddenly staggered.

He couldn't even keep his figure, staggering two steps backward, then found the direction, and then glared at Zong Jiu, "What did you do?"

The two threads mean that only the function of reading memory and implanting the subconscious mind has not yet reached the point of control.

No wonder the devil's control is unconscious, good guy, it turns out to be gradual.

Zong Jiu didn't answer, but let go of his hand silently.

Two silk threads that were invisible but only tangible by him slipped out of his hand and disappeared.

The moment he broke the puppet's thread, the feeling of being watched became stronger again, and it rushed directly on top of his head.

The white-haired young man's gaze slowly swept over everyone present, and finally settled in a certain place.

Lin Guoxing put his hands in his pockets and slowly stood up straight from the wall he was leaning against.

He touched his lips and gave a chilling smile.

Zong Jiu can read lips.

He was clearly saying, ‘What a nice surprise’.