Chapter 63: King game (1/2)

Marriage?

The polite smile on Zong Jiu's face suddenly froze.

He was shocked by this title for three seconds, and then he figured out the key to the matter.

To be honest, after experiencing two copies, if no.2 had been so energetic at first, Zong Jiu almost forgot that he was wearing a book.

The magician's brain began to spin frantically.

In the original text of ”Thriller Trainee”, there are not many descriptions of the character'Zong Jiu', who has the same name and surname as Zong Jiu. After all, Zong Jiu hadn't even read the first copy, and there was no way to know a lot of information.

In the first copy, the most impressive description of the original owner is undoubtedly the beauty described by the author in several paragraphs, except for the low-rank white lotus green tea smell.

Although Zong Jiu felt that this description was a bit strange, as of the passages he saw, the original owner was really this character.

The original owner written in ”Thriller Trainee” is very straightforward and cowardly. After entering the copy, he just wanted to take a shortcut and catch a few flower guards to help him shelter from the wind and rain.

The original owner knew that his indisputable beauty was the most advantageous weapon, so he used his beauty to hold a thigh. It's a pity that the two S-classes in the copy of the mental hospital didn't have that nasty mind. Zhuge directly said in disgust to let go, while Messiah smiled and said that he would treat the newcomers equally, and would ignore the hidden meanings and hints of the original owner.

Zong Jiu remembered that a psychological description was interspersed at that time. The rough meaning is that the original owner used to be beautiful in the real world, what he wants, and what is the little young master spoiled by a big family. He has never touched a wall like this. At that time, he was so angry that he vowed for thirty years in Hedong and Hexi for thirty years. , I must hook up with the most powerful people in this broken game, and then retaliate fiercely against those who look down on him.

Zong Jiu who saw this paragraph at that time:...

This typical cannon fodder thought, still wearing the same name as himself, is really great. Otherwise, he won't abandon the article either.

In the end, the original owner only hugged the thigh of a B-level or C-level trainee. He had urgency in the middle of the night and had to ask others to accompany him to the toilet, and he became the first person to give a head.

To sum up, the original owner is a beautiful idiot cannon fodder, not only has no brain but also died fast, and is not worthy of attention at all.

So after Zong Jiu came through, he didn't pay attention to this, and just clapped his hands and walked his own way.

It now appears that things seem to have taken a new turn.

Who can tell him how a cannon fodder is related to no.2 in the infinite loop? ? ?

Not to mention Zong Jiu, even standing aside, Anthony, who seemed to be developed, had his eyes widened like bronze bells.

He had been wondering why His Royal Highness would pay so much attention to this C-rank white-haired newcomer. The truth of the matter turned out to be that they were old acquaintances in the real world!

...Even not just old acquaintances, but also an intimate identity like the person of the engagement!

Rao was directly stupid by Anthony, who was called a barbarian.

He is now extremely grateful that he has chosen to help Zong Jiu in the deserted village dungeon instead of doing a little trick secretly. Otherwise, now, His Royal Highness might not be so easy to talk.

There was an awkward silence in the tea room, and only the bubbling of the teapot on the fire could be heard.

After a long time, Zong Jiu slowly said, ”Excuse me, who are you?”

Then before Fan Zhuo was about to speak, he immediately added another sentence, ”The family said that I had a car accident before entering the infinite loop and accidentally lost my memory.”

Zong Jiu is really not afraid that the nonsense he said with his eyes open will be exposed.

First of all, Fan Zhuo can be so awesome in an infinite loop, he should have come in very early, at least it has been rolling and crawling for several years.

The original owner waited until the thriller trainee game to enter the infinite world, thinking that there was a time difference in between. Then this time difference was when Zong Jiuda showed his skills. Anyway, Fan Zhuo couldn't contact the real world, and Zong Jiu made up everything that happened.

Besides, Zhuge secretly said that the main system will actively obscure the memory of the survivor of the real world, and will unlock it unless it encounters related people and things, which also gives Zong Jiu space and leeway.

Anyway, even if Fan Zhuo wants to break his head, he can't guess it. He is not the original owner, but a book wearer.

This is the biggest secret in Zong Jiu's body, and it's not very important, but no one wants to get it.

The half-vampire in the gray-haired military uniform squinted.

His vision was sharp as a knife, as if it had pierced Zong Jiu's body.

This explanation is not at all tenable.

Even if a person's memory can change, his personality can still make a big turn in three hundred and sixty degrees?

Fan Zhuo said concisely, ”Extend your hand.”

Zong Jiu did.

Anyway, no matter what the direction of this matter is, he can use the panacea of ​​amnesia to get past it, and travel through Wencheng without deceiving me!

The magician's spread hands were white and slender, with tight and graceful lines, and every muscle was just right, implying a vigorous sense of strength.

After wearing the book, Zong Jiu's body is not only upup, but also a lot younger. The most important thing is that after the restoration of the main system, he practiced magic in his early years, and all the hidden injuries he had left due to the excessive intensity of the performance disappeared. Now these hands can be said to be extremely flexible, and all the tricky hands for the magician's difficult cards in the previous life have been captured.

Fan Zhuo's focus is not this.

He was looking at the little finger bones of these hands.

From the end of the small phalanx, it is easy to see that it has a curvature that is different from ordinary people.

Fan Zhuo was somewhat silent.

The appearance and voice may be similar, but the traces on the body cannot be faked.

”It's you.”