Chapter 94: first Middle school (1/2)

Zong Jiu: ”...”

Hi you big head ghost.

He and no.2 have been talking here for so long, not to mention Zong Jiu, who has not undergone physical strengthening in this regard, Fan Zhuo is at least a four-generation semi-vampire transformed by the prince of blood, even he didn’t even notice the other. The breath of a person, that can only show that the strength of No. 1 is far greater than that of No. 2.

Although there is a vague hunch, when this fact is really revealed, it is still unavoidable.

The young man folded his arms, his expression cold.

His smooth white hair was tied firmly with a headband and hung behind his head. The cold wind on the roof blew up the broken hair left beside his cheeks, making him look like snow with picturesque eyebrows.

The interest in the man's eyes became more and more intense, the light turned dim, and the puppet line flying up the glove disappeared into the void in an instant.

He got up from the wall and walked towards the white-haired young man, stepping on the fleeing shadows every step of the way.

Although there was no extra movement, the whole body was surrounded by extremely sharp dark light.

In contrast, that extremely aggressive look fell on Zong Jiu, as if shuddering on his spine.

But not wanting to appear to be short at this point, the white-haired young man stood upright and didn't move, his tone mocking.

”Unexpectedly, no.1 also has a hobby of listening to the corner.”

The devil looked innocent, ”My class representative sent homework to the rooftop. As a teacher, I should come up and take a look.”

He deliberately lowered his voice, making the words ‘my class representative’ circulate in his throat, making it a bit hoarse.

Zong Jiu didn't take his tricks of mystery at all.

But when he came out of class, he did hold a stack of homework in his hands. Originally, I wanted to find Fan Zhuo to exchange information and then go to the office by the way. I didn't expect that no.1 would come up in person, saying that he didn't mean to believe it?

”Oh.”

Zong Jiu responded indifferently, and put the test paper in his hand into the other's arms, ”I'll give you the homework, you can go now.”

The black-haired man was taken aback, and suddenly laughed lowly.

First, he grinned hoarsely in his throat, and then sullenly in his chest. Finally, the whole person seemed to have found something new and shook like a sieve beside the place.

Zong Jiu:? ? ?

He looked at No.1 with a look of neuropathy, and he really felt that the main system should give its tutor a treatment. This problem of getting sick anytime and anywhere should really be cured.

Since no.1 is still laughing, Zong Jiu, who is still thinking about information, does not intend to continue to accompany him.

The white-haired young man adjusted his cuffs, turned his head and walked to the rooftop stairs.

Turning your back to the enemy is undoubtedly a taboo.

But Zong Jiu just didn't want to be short in front of No.1. So as he walked, he also took out the playing cards between his fingers, his body tight, always paying attention to the wind and grass behind him.

But unfortunately, the devil seemed to be really immersed in his own world, laughing forward and backward, completely not paying attention to Zong Jiu's little escape.

Zong Jiu was speechless for a while.

The stairs are built in the center of the entire roof, covered with a simple cement board room, the iron door is black and yellow, and it will not be changed if it is rusted.

He opened the iron door of the roof and walked into the dark stairwell, backhanding very intimately to help lock No.1.

After doing all this, Zong Jiu turned around happily and was about to go downstairs.

A cold breath hit his shoulders, and the man's voice sounded in the dark with a smile.

”The teacher hasn't finished talking with you, why did you leave?”

Zong Jiu's reaction was very quick. He bends his elbow directly and pushed one arm backward.

The top level of the rooftop is an independent staircase, with doors above and below. It happened that the light bulb in this section of the stairwell just broke, and the iron door had just been locked again, and now this narrow space is so dark that you can't see your fingers. Even if Zong Jiu gave himself the limit of his eyesight, he could only see the quirky and vague outlines around him.

Shuttle Shadow is indeed an extremely convenient skill, not only the whereabouts are weird, but also impossible to guard against.

For example, it doesn't come in handy now.

The devil easily evaded this attack, and his slender fingers moved carelessly.

Countless puppet threads that were difficult to capture with the naked eye escaped from the void, cutting the roaring card in half.

His hand very well reduced the high-speed kinetic energy attached to the cards, and cut the cards that could be directly submerged into the wall without blocking them in mid-air.

Zong Jiu did not look back.

He knew that no.1 was behind him, but he could not turn around, and there was no time to turn around.

Two rounds of attacks did not work, but Zong Jiu was not discouraged.

Judging by the cold aura just now, the opponent should not be far away from him.

The magician promptly Lipton, drew a short dagger from the strange black cassette, didn't even look at it, and thrust his backhand fiercely behind him.

At the same time, he bends his knees in the dark and kicks towards the place where the breath is coming from.

After earning survival points in the thriller trainee competition, Zong Jiu strengthened his hands and eyes to the top.

Because he positioned himself as a flexible magician, not a mere thug.

But since the last time in the dormitory of trainees, after Zong Jiu had eaten under no.1, he wanted to strengthen his body.

No one knows what level the demon's physical fighting skills are. After all, most of the time the opponent doesn't need to show up at all, hooking his fingers, the ubiquitous puppet thread can easily trap the prey.