Chapter 72: King game (2/2)

This time, the main system is probably going to play for real, and it will directly screen a large number of people.

After the next night, Zong Jiu slowly went to the open-air bar again.

There is no way, if the task is not completed, it will be directly obliterated.

He deliberately picked the position of the previous bar and ordered another glass of whiskey.

After the bartender turned around, Zong Jiu regretted that he was just an ordinary system npc.

”Thank you.”

The wine this time is much worse than last time.

The bartenders trained by the system assembly line are not as good as No.1's craftsmanship.

Zong Jiu quietly stared at the clear brown wine refracted by the light in his hand, and suddenly took the wine glass and drank it.

The young man raised his neck, the slender arc almost reflecting white in the dim light.

The cold liquor slid down his thin lips into the esophagus, dripped into the stomach pouch, and burned like fire. Everyone who saw this scene was dazzled.

It's a pity that, I don't know if it was because of the drunkenness. After drinking this glass of wine, the white-haired youth turned and left the open-air bar, leaving other trainees on the sidelines to chat.

”Have you heard the news that the magician has spread so much in the past two days?”

”I heard it, if he builds up power, I would be very interested.”

”I don't know if the magician completed the last round of the King's game the day before yesterday.”

”It should be done, so a simple order, just go back to find a friend and submit the task directly.”

The evening breeze sent these talks over slowly.

On the surface it looks like he is leaving, but Zong Jiu, who changed his clothes and put on a wig and sunglasses: ”...”

Many trainees at the bar didn't notice this strangely dressed person too much.

Among the trainees, a lot of people in strange costumes have gone, and there are even those who like to walk around in doll costumes. Count down on the S-class clothing, which also spans ancient and modern times, and has historical styles in various countries. It was really Zong Jiu's white hair and pink eyes that were too eye-catching before, otherwise he wouldn't have to pretend.

Zong Jiu went to the first floor of the trainee dormitory yesterday, just to buy a wig and clothes.

He carefully avoided the eyes and ears of others, pretending to walk against the wall inadvertently.

Zong Jiu deliberately went to the bar just now, but he actually left a card for the bartender.

”Please tell me no.1, at midnight, I will wait for him at the bar on time.”

If you are looking for trainees in a hurry, you can indeed use the main system to communicate it. After all, there are many trainees who will not even go out after returning from the copy. Among them, Zhugean is named.

The devil knew that Zong Jiu was going to find him, so it was very likely that he would attend the appointment.

But he shouldn't have thought that Zong Jiu would choose to go straight to Huanglong. The plan looks simple, and the possibility of success is still there, mainly depends on luck.

Zong Jiu squatted quietly by the wall, watching the minute hand getting closer and closer to twelve o'clock.

At 11:50, he saw through the stack of lights on the bar counter that there was a vague shadow beside the previous bar counter.

The opportunity is here!

Zong Jiu held the key, and the moment the tip of the key touched the door, it disappeared like water and fusion.

[B-level props: universal/power/key/key, used]

The heavy door panel suddenly pushed open, revealing a deep gap.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Zong Jiu slid in and silently closed the door behind him again.

The last bit of light was also extinguished, and the incredible size of the house fell into silence again.

black. A piece of black that can't be seen.

There was no light source in the room, and heavy curtains and tapestries blocked the moonlight.

If Zhuge's dark dormitory is a minimalist style with three tones of black, white and gray, then the room of no.1 is extremely strange and cold. The Weeping Madonna is standing on the left hand side of the door of the room, and every corner is full of disturbing elements.

He only has fifteen minutes.

If the devil finds that he hasn't come to the appointment for a long time, he can always detect the problem.

Fortunately, Zong Jiu's luck was really good.

In such a big room, he had just locked on his target just three minutes after he started searching for roses.

A black suit was hung on a hanger not far away, with a scarlet rose in the pocket, blooming against the dark background, ready to be placed.

Zong Jiu's eyes lit up and he quickly stepped forward, but halfway through, he realized the problem.

Against the background of silence and darkness, he heard an imperceptible sound of water.

When will people take off their clothes?

The answer is ready to come.