Zong Jiu was in a good mood.
At least on the way back, yes, just as happy as he kicked the devil down in the underworld last time.
The S-class elevator can go directly to any floor.
So Zong Jiu sat on the fifth floor from the seventh floor, and went straight back to his room.
When he walked through the executive lounge, a few B-class people who were drinking tea and chatting inside looked over, with some doubts in their eyes.
"Is there such a person in Class B? Why does he look familiar with a pair of sunglasses."
Another person glanced, and said nonchalantly, "Who knows, you don't know you after changing your clothes. There are nearly a thousand people in Class B. Could it be that you remember all of them?"
"Otherwise? Did you forget that I strengthened my memory function?"
The person who asked the question first took the lead to withdraw his gaze, "Forget it, there are all kinds of quirks in the trainee dormitory. Come, come, don't look, and continue to play chess."
... ...
Zong Jiu opened the door of his room.
His room is also very big.
The B-level trainees live in the executive suite, which is slightly less than the A-level presidential double-layer suite.
Because he was too lazy to dress up, Zong Jiu directly chose the template decoration in the main system, and picked the most pleasing to the eye. The keynote is the Nordic cool style, the blue, white and gray colors are staggered, the sofa is hand-woven fabric, the beige woolen blanket is spread on the ground, and the British short blue and white delivered with the room is rolling the chubby body to sleep.
The other side of the suite is full of large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, which simulate a snowy scene, and huge pine trees are covered in new clothes in the heavy snow. A fireplace was burning in the room across the window, bright flames leaped from the brown firewood, and the room was as warm as spring and summer.
If this is not a serial game that may die at any time, I believe many people would be willing to spend the rest of their lives in this dormitory.
Thinking of this, Zong Jiu turned on the wall lamp in the hallway, threw Shunlai's clothes on the ground, and lowered his head to change slippers.
Just when the white-haired young man stretched his waist and was about to sleep in slippers for a while, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
A very uncomfortable sight.
Like some kind of cold reptile, greasy and presumptuously sliding from the bridge of his nose to the Adam's apple, and finally hovering along the exposed wrists when his hands were lifted up, clusters of dark fires under the cold abyss.
Damn it's familiar.
Zong Jiu suddenly raised his head.
At the end of the hallway, the man was leaning against the wall, his fingers flying and jumping. Through the fire of the fireplace, he could still see the cold silk threads crisscrossing his slender fingers without white gloves, which also illuminated the fingers. Criss-crossing ugly scars.
Seeing him finally realized, the devil seemed to smile but not smile, "See you later?"
Zong Jiu: "..."
He is not stupid, and the key to the matter has been figured out between the flashing lights.
Zong Jiu was still thinking about no, what does the phrase "see you back" in 1 mean? Dare to love literally means "you can see me when you look back".
Good guys. The dare to love the devil had been discovered a long time ago, but he didn't expose him on the spot, but instead used a trick to tease his prey, and see what follow-up actions he could do.
The follow-up action was that Zong Jiu took the scissors to the people and clicked all the clothes, and caught him on the spot.
Zong Jiu silently glanced at the black suit at his feet, and kicked in the darkness behind him without a trace.
After being caught, he would be caught upright. Anyone who is embarrassed will not be embarrassed anyway.
So Zong Jiu cleared his throat and beat him upside down.
Now, in the dormitory of the trainees, not to mention that they can't kill each other, even in the dungeon, the two of them have never fought head-on. Only by knowing this, dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water.
Of course, having said that, Zong Jiu still started to retreat calmly, and even his fingers concealed in the dark grabbed playing cards, waiting for possible changes at any time.
"Oh? Who broke into the house first?"
The man's tone is slow and soft, and there is a pressure that cannot be ignored.
He walked towards the white-haired youth step by step, every step seemed to fall on the tip of a knife.
Although there was a smile on the devil's face, no one knew when this lunatic would suddenly violently violently send the puppet silk into his throat.
Zong Jiu squinted his eyes.
The next moment, without warning, the white-haired young man moved his fingers.
The grinning ghost card connected to the king of spades, rustling through the air.
The edge of the cold white poker broke open a little brightly, with an undisguised murderous aura and aura, flying towards the unpredictable silhouette in the dark, unstoppable.
The devil tilted his head lightly, and a strand of wet black hair was shaved off.
Those two cards just flew past his cheeks, and followed a straight trajectory deep into the darkness behind the hallway.
"Boom—"
With a bang, a tortoise crack appeared in the middle of a large glass window, and a concentric circle was covered in a moment.
It is enough to see how terrible power is attached to a small card.
The cat, who was dreaming, was startled by a loud noise, and hunched on the sofa with a frightened look.
Zong Jiu couldn't move anymore, even the wrist that had just been raised was pressed in place by an invisible thread.
He was accustomed to the end of the hallway by a strong force, behind him was a cold and heavy door panel, and thousands of invisible silk threads trapped him firmly on the edge of the narrow aisle.
Thanks to this series of actions, the switch that had just been turned on was turned off again.
The entrance, which was still somewhat bright, immediately plunged into darkness again.
In the whole room, there was only the flame of the fireplace jumping, extinguishing behind the devil, coating his silhouette with a hideous layer, as if stepping on an obscure light wheel that gracefully came from the flames of hell, and the curvature of the corner of the mouth was very crazy. .
The black shadow enveloped the white-haired youth's head, twisting and swallowing him.
They are only one step away.
The man was only wearing a loose, pure black bathrobe, and the lace was randomly tied around his lean waist, his chest was wide open, revealing a large piece of pale chest muscles.
It may be because of just taking a shower, the damp water vapor rises in the warm room, along the tail of the hair, turns into white mist and annihilates in the air.
This scene should have been pleasing to the eye, but in the eyes of Zong Jiu's destined enemy, it became very hateful.
If he hadn't been trapped by the puppet silk, he would have hit him with a fist in the face.
One hand pressed against the wall beside the young man.
The cold and dangerous hormones surrounded Zong Jiu tightly, and the invisible sharp and bloody breath filled his breath, which was breathless.
Immediately afterwards, just before the youth had time to react, the brown curly wig he wore on his head was picked up by silk threads, and even the big brother's sunglasses that covered most of his face fell off to the ground and rolled to the ground. In the pile of wrinkled suits.
In the face of Zong Jiu's quenching eyes, the devil smiled deeper, and a joke of light floated under his eyes.
Those fingers covered with squalid scars gently pinched a strand of falling white hair, and slowly rubbed it on the pads of the fingers.
"Gentleman Liang Shang, it's not a good habit to take it without asking. Huh?"
The back of Zong Jiu's head was pressed against the door panel, and he looked up and could only see the unidentified smile on the corner of no.1's lips.
He raised his eyebrows and sneered.
"It's not a good habit for some people to send it out and get their puppet back."
I don’t know why, seeing the young man stunned by the height of the sky, the devil’s desire to shed light on the logical loopholes in the other party’s words quickly cools down, instead he watched with great interest the rare people in front of him who could not fight back. view.
This scene is the same as in the coffin.
Zong Jiu looked very unhappy, "What is the skill of using puppet silk, let it go if you have the ability, and if it is a man, I will fight with me upright."
no.1 but smiled.
He is the manipulator of the puppet silk, he knows naturally.
The fingertips pressed to the side tightened, and the pressure from the puppet silk predicted that the youth seemed to give up struggling, but in fact, secretly, he never wanted to accept the fate of being slaughtered like this. The pale waist exposed under the clothes is tight, which is the power to fight back against the flaws that the devil may expose anytime and anywhere.
If this is loosened, I am afraid it will have to surprise him like he was in the coffin at the beginning.
But at this moment, the devil didn't want to see what new surprise Zong Jiu had prepared.
He even wanted to keep this gift sealed, and then slowly unwrap it when it was the most delicious.
The man casually played with the long white hair, "Are you working with no.3?"
"So what, so what?" Zong Jiu snorted coldly.
He and Zhuge secretly use the relationship unilaterally now, and the other party also knows this very well.
It is impossible for Zong Jiu to put down his guard and cooperate with others. He has never lacked the most basic trust in others, and he has no trust in anyone.
Of course, there is no need to inform no.1.
"Huh, just a hypocritical person who deceives the world and steals his reputation."
Obviously, the devil's evaluation of Zhuge An is rather poor.
Oh, there is a show.
Zong Jiu was calm on the surface, but in fact he had already begun to think about more information.
However, after speaking this sentence, no.1 seemed to know his thoughts accurately, and the conversation changed.
"Since you choose to cooperate with him, why don't you want to think about the other possibility predicted?"
"Not interested in."
The two pairs of pupils looked at each other without giving way.
The dark golden eyes bend happily.
The man suddenly lowered his head, and his half-dry hair swept across the young man's back shoulders, itchy.
The hard foreign body was suddenly tucked into Zong Jiu's chest, and through the thin clothes, he could clearly feel the fall.
"I look forward to you changing your mind."
The devil lowered his voice, looked at the young man's unstoppable pinna, and said with a smile.
"But-if you are coming next time, welcome to the main entrance."
... ...
All the restrained strength suddenly loosened.
Zong Jiu's tight body suddenly recovered.
He didn't see exactly how the demon left, only to find that the other party walked directly into the shadow in the corner of the hall, and the figure melted and disappeared.
The most famous ability of no.1 is indeed a puppet, but if there is only a puppet, he will not be offered to the altar by all survivors. At least he was jealous of Zong Jiu when he walked through the shadows at random just now.
Under the dim firelight of the fireplace, Zong Jiu realized that his back had already risen in a cold sweat.
After standing there for a while, he stretched out his hand and took out what had just been stuffed into his jacket pocket by the demon.
A pure black S-class room card.