Zong Jiu was speechless.
Hey, you big-headed ghost.
He and No. 2 had been conversing for a long time. Not to mention Zong Jiu, who had never undergone such body strengthening, Fan Zhuo, who was a fourth-generation half-vampire personally transformed by a vampire prince, hadn't even sensed the other person's presence. This could only mean that No. 1's strength was far superior to No. 2's.
Although he had a vague premonition, when the truth was revealed, he couldn't help but be alarmed.
The young man crossed his arms, his expression cold.
His smooth white hair was tied up with a hair band and hung behind his head. A cold wind blew from the rooftop, blowing the loose strands of hair next to his cheeks. It made his snow-white appearance seem even more picturesque.
The interest in the man's eyes grew. The light in his eyes dimmed, and the puppet strings on his gloves disappeared into the void.
He stood up from the wall and walked toward the white-haired young man. Every step he took, he stepped on the fleeing shadows.
Although he didn't make any unnecessary movements, his body was surrounded by an incomparably sharp dark light.
On the other hand, that extremely invasive gaze landed on Zong Jiu's body, causing him to feel a chill run down his spine.
However, the white-haired young man didn't want to appear inferior. He stood straight in place and mocked.
"I didn't expect No. 1 to have a hobby of eavesdropping."
The demon's expression was very innocent. "My class representative delivered my homework to the rooftop. As a teacher, I naturally had to come up and take a look."
He deliberately lowered his voice and let the words' my class representative 'roll around in his throat, making it sound a little hoarse.
Zong Jiu didn't fall for his deliberate mystification.
However, when he came out of class, he did carry a stack of homework in his hands. Originally, he wanted to find Fan Zhuo to exchange information and go to the office on the way. He didn't expect No. 1 to come in person. Who would believe him if he said he didn't do it on purpose?
"Oh."
Zong Jiu responded coldly and stuffed the test papers in his hands into No. 1's arms. "Here's your homework. You can leave now."
The black-haired man stared blankly for a moment before chuckling softly.
First, he chuckled hoarsely in his throat, then he chuckled in his chest. In the end, it was as if he had found something new, and he shook like a sieve on the spot.
Zong Jiu:???
He looked at No. 1 as if he was looking at a lunatic. He really felt that the main system should treat its mentor. This problem of acting up anytime and anywhere really needed to be treated.
Since No.1 was still smiling, Zong Jiu, who was still thinking about the information, did not plan to continue to entertain him.
The white-haired young man straightened his sleeves and turned around to walk up the stairs to the rooftop.
Turning one's back to the enemy was undoubtedly a taboo.
However, Zong Jiu was not willing to lower his head in front of No. 1. Therefore, as he walked, he also took out the poker cards between his fingers. His whole body was tense, and he was always paying attention to the wind and the grass behind him.
Unfortunately, the demon seemed to be really immersed in his own world. He was laughing so hard that he didn't notice Zong Jiu's little escape.
Zong Jiu was speechless for a while.
The stairs were built in the middle of the rooftop, and there was a simple concrete house. The iron door was black and yellow, and it was rusty and would not be changed.
He opened the iron door to the rooftop, walked into the dark stairwell, and very considerately helped No. 1 lock the door.
After doing all this, Zong Jiu turned around in a happy mood and was about to go downstairs.
A cold breath hit his shoulder, and the man's half-laughing voice sounded in the darkness.
"Teacher hasn't finished talking to you, why are you leaving?"
Zong Jiu's reaction was very fast. He bent his elbow and pushed back with one arm.
The top floor of the rooftop was a separate flight of stairs. There was a door at the top and a door at the bottom. Coincidentally, the light bulb in the stairwell was broken, and the iron door was just locked. Now, the narrow space was so dark that he couldn't even see his own fingers. Even if Zong Jiu pushed his eyesight to the limit, he could only see the strange and blurry silhouettes around him.
Traversing through the shadows was a convenient skill. Not only was it unpredictable, but it was also hard to guard against.
For example, it came in handy now.
The devil dodged the attack easily, his slender fingers moving nonchalantly.
Countless puppet strings that were hard to see with the naked eye appeared from thin air, and sliced the cards in half.
His move effectively reduced the high-speed power of the cards, cutting off the cards that could directly sink into the wall without any obstruction in midair.
Zong Jiu didn't turn around.
He knew No. 1 was behind him, but he couldn't and didn't have the time to turn around.
Two rounds of attacks didn't work, but Zong Jiu wasn't disheartened.
Based on the cold aura, his opponent shouldn't be far from him.
Magician reacted quickly, pulling out a short dagger from a strange black box. Without even looking, he stabbed the dagger behind him.
At the same time, he bent his knee in the dark, and kicked the source of the aura.
After obtaining survival points in the horror trainee competition, Zong Jiu only strengthened his hands and eyes to the maximum level.
Because he positioned himself as a flexible magician, not a simple thug.
But since the last time in the trainee dormitory, Zong Jiu had been defeated by No. 1, he had the idea of strengthening his physical strength.
No one knew how good the devil's combat skills were. Most of the time, the devil didn't even need to show off his skills. With a flick of his finger, his puppet strings could easily trap his prey.
However, there was one point that needed to be discussed. Zong Jiu could break No. 1's puppet strings with his bare hands. According to this logic, as long as he could strengthen his body, No. 1's trick would most likely be useless against him next time.
Next time, definitely.
As expected, the smooth and rough fabric stuck to Magician's wrist, and his back kick was blocked by the black leather shoes.
An irresistible force came from his shoulder blade, pressing the white-haired youth against the iron door of the stairwell.
"Clang —"
The dagger that was gleaming with a cold light fell from the young man's five fingers that were powerlessly spread open. It made a crisp sound in the stairwell and slid down the gap in the middle into the bottomless darkness below.
Zong Jiu was speechless.
He looked at the door lock of the rooftop in front of him and sighed in his heart. Why did he have to do that just now?
If it wasn't locked, the iron door would have been pushed open, and he could have fought a few rounds with the devil.
For a moment, there was only the sound of the youth's heavy breathing in the dark.
No. 1 was used to meeting his nemesis. No matter if the atmosphere was friendly or hostile, he had to subdue the other before he could continue the conversation.
Of course, the devil could choose not to do that, and the result would be a big surprise, just like in the deserted village dungeon.
Normally, when the devil was in the mood, he wouldn't mind playing with Zong Jiu.
But this time …
No. 1 squinted his eyes calmly.
The youth's long white ponytail swept through the gap between his gloves, making him feel itchy.
The man raised the magician's slender wrist from behind and pressed it firmly against the rusty iron door.
They were very close to each other, so close that they could smell the cool scent of the shampoo in the other's hair.
Even if he couldn't see Zong Jiu's current expression, No. 1 could guess.
— — The other party must be slightly angry, his eyes dark. Even in a difficult situation, there was no lack of room to think.
Just like last time in that narrow and cramped coffin, the bright and dazzling eyes lit up.
Thinking of that scene, No. 1 couldn't help but chuckle happily.
Zong Jiu could feel a vibration coming from the chest on his back.
This time, the devil also realized that the other party's anger had suddenly skyrocketed.
"Relax, I don't mean to hurt you. Even if it's me, it's hard to resist if I have to do this every time I want to have a friendly conversation with you. "
The man sighed as his other hand circled the youth's slender neck, gently sliding it to the front, and gently placed it on the shoulder and collarbone.
"Have you thought about the question from last time?"
"What question?" Zong Jiu's voice was as cold as the frozen river dozens of meters below the North Pole.
"You actually forgot, it really makes me sad."
The devil said hypocritically, without a trace of sincerity in his words.
He bent his upper body.
The man's long black hair that was tied up fell on the youth's neck.
The fine fabric of the suit clung to the blue and white uniform. The latter was wrinkled, but the former was smooth as usual.
"Guiguzi's prophecy calls for us to fight to the death, that's not wrong."
There were no omissions or flaws. This prophecy was actually very simple, it was only made to see if the trainees could leave the Infinite Loop. Since it was clear who the two protagonists of the prophecy corresponded to, the wheel of fate should naturally start to turn.
"Although it wasn't mentioned, why aren't you willing to think about another possibility?"
Zong Jiu, whose wrist was grabbed, snorted. "What possibility?"
"For example —"
The man lowered his voice, his thin lips close to the white-haired youth's ear, as if he was sympathizing with the human world.
"Cooperation?"
After a moment, Zong Jiu laughed out loud as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
He had no intention of hiding it, nor did he consider the possibility of angering No. 1. It was because Zong Jiu simply felt that this suggestion … was too funny. Not only was it funny, it was extremely laughable.
Facing the white-haired youth's undisguised mockery, the devil wasn't angry. Instead, he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. "This isn't funny."
The rough gloves couldn't block out the coldness that seeped out of this body. They slowly wandered around the edges of the aorta, lovingly caressing the body that was full of vitality.
The man's voice was close to a whisper, but it made Zong Jiu's smile instantly freeze.
"Isn't this Infinite World just like that? It's the devil's playground, or perhaps it's also the magician's stage. There are countless toys, as well as a stupid audience that cheers at any time … The malice that is difficult to show in the real world can be seen here. The expressions of humans struggling in despair and quagmire, how interesting, isn't it? "
The stairwell was dead silent, but the devil didn't seem to feel it, his voice rising cheerfully at the end.
"Why do we have to fight to the death like in the prophecy? Why don't you join me and play with me? "
"In this aspect, we should be quite compatible."
He intimately rubbed the magician's reddened eyes from behind. "After all … we are essentially the same kind of people."