Thriller Trainee

Domimon waited outside for a long time, about an hour.

Ordinary people would not choose to wait like this at all, but since they learned about the return of the magician from the main system, it is naturally impossible for Tuyumen to give up halfway, knocking on the door after a while, and there is a kind of that you can’t see the magician himself today. He is determined not to move.

He ignored the gazes of the trainees behind him, and the more he waited, the more anxious he became, and the more he waited, the more anxious he became.

So Tu Yumen secretly poked and contacted the main system.

"Main system, can you tell me what the magician is doing in the room now, why doesn't he open the door?"

Main system: [...]

The main system was silent for a long, long time, until Tu Yumen felt that this issue involved the privacy of trainees, so when the connection was disconnected, the cold mechanical sound rang in his ears again.

[I have notified him of your visit]

The implication is that the magician knew of his visit.

Onmyoji stood on the spot, showing an expression of disbelief.

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying, the more he thought about it, the more sad.

In his thoughts, the magician might have a problem, and the main system could not heal it. After the words of the main system, he became completely helpless, his lower body was paralyzed and collapsed on the bed. Perhaps he had been completely polluted with darkness by the indescribable evil god, and his spirit was plunged into madness. Talking in name, naturally indifferent to the news of the main system.

That key must be no.1 for the magician.

Tu Yumen remembered that when he was in the copy of No.1 Middle School, the devil showed his interest in magicians in front of all the trainees without any shy. Not to mention before, when the Las Vegas casino was still in full view from the highest seat, he gave his iconic rose to the other party.

All kinds of things, in fact, have long been able to express the difference between the devil and the magician.

If you think about it again, it must be the magician who danced with the tutor at the masquerade party. One of the true and false mentors is definitely played by him, but because he first heard the no.1 singing out of tune at the beginning, he recognized the wrong person...It doesn't matter! There is no doubt that these two people must have a different connection in private.

Tuyumen hasn't noticed this all the time, because in Guiguzi's prophecy, the big devil should be hostile to the savior, just like what Zhuge An had said when this temporary alliance was established. They all have the same goal, which is to prevent the no.1 cooperating with the main system from getting a universal wish ticket, and to keep everyone in an infinite loop.

To be honest, the magician at that time hadn't even been promoted to S rank, but everyone still agreed to form an alliance. First, the magician showed remarkable ability in the first middle school, and he could exist as a leader. Of course, the prophecy It also accounts for a part of it.

But the prophecy said it was an endlessly mortal enemy... but it didn't say what is happening now!

Tu Yumen tossed in his heart, not daring to believe the most absurd guess.

Maybe the devil is just to set up a golden cage and bed to humiliate the magician?

It seems that it makes sense to think about it this way, otherwise why leave a key deliberately instead of taking the magician away?

Once a little sad, Tu Yumen will start thinking wildly.

While thinking about what the magician was like now, he made up for the persecution of the magician by the devil.

So when the door opened, the Onmyoji didn't even react for a moment.

So after he reacted, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, showing an expression of excitement and excitement, and gave each other a big, brotherly hug.

"Brother!! You are really back!!!"

Zong Jiu, who just hurriedly dressed and opened the door, didn't pay attention, and was hugged by Onmyoji. Finally, he patted his body. He looked like I was worried about you.

Do not know if it was an illusion, Tu Yumen felt a bit cold. And this kind of cold is not ordinary cold, just like that... well, murderous.

how can that be possible. Onmyoji comforted himself.

The trainee dormitory is the safest place, and the only dangerous place is the terrorist copy. Now the horror trainee competition is about to end, and the main system does not engage in any special activities in the underworld. How can you feel murderous in broad daylight? It must be that the mental pollution in the crazy circus is too serious, and the psychological shadow will be left for a while. Haven't recovered yet.

Definitely is.

Zong Jiu: "..."

The Tuyumen was much shorter than him, so he looked at the Onmyoji's head with a slightly complicated expression, was silent for a while, and learned the other's movements, hammering on the Onmyoji's shoulder to show friendship.

In the next second, Doommon heard a loud noise coming from the trainee dormitory behind him.

Tu Yumen was taken aback, released his hand like an alert little animal, and glanced inwardly.

It's a pity that the magician stood in front of him and couldn't see the specific situation in the room.

"Is something broken, do you want to go in and have a look?" Onmyoji asked worriedly.

Zong Jiu's expression was a little strange, and he waved his hand, "It's okay, it's my cat."

I don't know if it's an illusion, Tu Yumen seemed to hear a cheerful low laugh from behind the door.

But soon, Onmyoji was attracted by other things.

The magician didn't stretch out his hand. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw tooth marks and red marks all over his hand.

But because the distance was a little far away, and it passed by in a flash, Tuyumen didn't see it clearly.

"what happened to your hand?"

But obviously, Zong Jiu's gesture of quickly lowering his hand misunderstood the Onmyoji.

Tu Yumen stood at the door, stepped back, and looked at the opponent from head to toe carefully up and down. The worried expression on his face became more and more intense.

I don't know, I was shocked at first glance.

On weekdays, Li Zongjiu loves loose shirts and long khaki trench coats. He looks very chic and handsome, which makes him straight and slender, and looks very beautiful.

Today, however, the magician is wearing a thick fox fur cloak, with a circle of white fluffy fur around his face. Even if his face is not very good, the buttons on his body are still buckled from the neck to the ankles. She covered her body tightly, so that she could not even see her neck and feet.

It's really invisible.

Doommen looked down specially and found that the other party seemed to be stepping on the thick blanket with bare feet.

Onmyoji's face suddenly became serious.

"Tell me honestly, did you get a negative state in that dungeon that the main system can't clear it?"

Seeing the appearance of the magician, Tu Yumen began to make up a series of brains again.

The dormitory for trainees has always been in a constant temperature mode, and everyone usually dresses casually. The magician wraps himself up like this, and there is a problem at first sight.

Reminiscing about the previous events, the eyes of Domemon suddenly became a bit astringent.

Zong Jiu: "..."

Zong Jiu: "No. Really not."

Zong Jiu can't talk about wearing this clothes because some people have used the power of the instructor to allow him to exchange physical strength in the main system, but he can't eliminate the traces on his body in the first time.

I did it once when I was Happy Halloween, but now I’m here again, and it’s annoying.

"You didn't lie to me? Then why haven't you opened the door for so long?"

Onmyoji asked suspiciously.

Zong Jiu: "...really not."

How did he explain, to explain to Tu Yumen how the black-haired demon grabbed his waist and pressed it against the French window after waiting at his door for almost an hour, and watched the snowy black forest outside the glass window together.

Thinking of this Zong Jiu, I get angry.

If it wasn't for his points that had just been redeemed, he would really go to the main system to ask if there were any special enhancements.

Zong Jiu had already thought about it, and he had to fight back after Tu Yumen left.

"Okay, then." Tu Yumen hesitated to give up investigating the cause of his strange clothes.

He is the old Duan Shui master, and of course he knows when to respect the other party's privacy, what to ask and what not to ask.

The magician was obviously in a very bad mood and didn't want to say more. Of course, the Onmyoji would not rush up to get in trouble.

But he still seemed to be a little worried, "You haven't left any sequelae since you came out of the copy?"

Zong Jiu started making up, "No."

"I brought in a prop, you know, it is the silver coin of B-level Iluka, which can increase luck in a short time. Finally, I threw a ten-sided dice to charm the evil god, and let him open the space door to contact the Lord. The system may be inconvenient for the dark dimension, so it took some time."

In order to confirm this, he showed that he has no lack of arms or legs now, "You see, I am not doing well right now."

This rhetoric sounds like heaven/clothes/no/seam, so it can be justified. Of course, the biggest proof point is that the magician is standing in front of him with ease now, so Tu Yumen naturally relaxes.

"Okay, you're fine. I'm just a little worried, so come over and ask."

Onmyoji hesitated, but still didn't deliberately mention the key.

Needless to mention some things, just as the magician didn't say that there was only one copy of the key.

In short, the sentiment points are recorded, and as long as he can help one day in the future, he will definitely not fail to talk about loyalty.

After experiencing the dungeon, Tu Yumen now regards the magician as his own brother, and he will go through all fire and water for his brothers!

"Then you continue to rest first, I won’t bother you. By the way, don’t forget to write back to others to discuss the meeting time of the final battle. We were worried that we didn’t see you in the studio before, or no.3 After you pinch and say you are okay, everyone is finally relieved."

"Good." Zong Jiu nodded.

After a few words of greeting, Tu Yumen didn't stay for long.

He has a weird intuition that if he stays any longer, something bad may happen.

Because of bad luck too many times, Onmyoji has been equipped with a non-Emirate radar. Usually when he has a hunch that he is going to be unlucky, the hunch is correct. But the problem is that this radar will only give hints when it's bad luck, so Tu Yumen struggled in his heart to wonder where he had committed Tai Sui, and said goodbye to the magician in a hurry.

Onmyoji ignored the trainees in the bar who saw the magician's deity appearing dumbfounded, and returned to the door of his dormitory. At the end, I shivered, and mumbled how the constant temperature air conditioner on the main system is getting colder and colder. It has been out for so long and it hasn't warmed up yet.

"Crunch—"

Zong Jiu closed the door contemplatively, opened the main system smoothly, and began to send messages to the various S-level editors.

The demon who had been eavesdropping openly by the wall behind the door leaned over, lovingly wrapped around the magician's waist, and manipulated the ubiquitous puppet silk with his fingers to help him untie the heavy fox fur cloak.

The devil looked at the mess on the gray-haired youth, and said pretentiously: "Oh, I was negligent."

At first it sounds very sincere, but in fact there is no regret at all.

Even the pleasant smile contaminated by the low-pitched voice is still shining, indicating that the other party feels that this is not negligent in his heart, and even thinks it is fun. If you want to play next time, it is better to be a little bit too much.

"Baby, do you want to go to the bathroom, I'll clean it up for you."

Zong Jiu pushed his face away coldly: "No need."

"As long as you can stay away from me, I'll thank God."