Chapter 162: Dormitory for trainees (2/2)

There is no doubt that this is a bright invitation.

Now, among all the trainees, there is no more than one slap that knows that No. 1 is the instructor. I don't know if no.2 is aware of it, but anyway, Zheng Zong Jiu and Zhuge An know this well.

Not to mention, in the countermeasures discussed by Zong Jiu and Zhuge An, the next step is to solve No. 1 as the real identity of the instructor as soon as possible to prevent more innocent trainees from standing on the wrong team.

Therefore, the make-up masquerade is a blatant conspiracy, and it is also a blatant provocation.

As the leader of the other alliance, Zong Jiu not only had to find the devil from the crowd full of disguise, but also had to expose his identity as a trainee in the public.

Although he still doesn't know what kind of signal the main system is to activate this behavior that is obviously detrimental to his allies, this time even if it is Yangmou, Zong Jiu can get it.

After figuring this out, Zong Jiu suddenly stood up and plunged into the bath full of hot water and colorful foam.

He swung around the bottom of the water a few times before breaking through the water, combing his five fingers into a comb, pulling the wet forehead on his forehead to the back of his head, squinting his eyes and stepping out of the bath.

Although there have been many situations in the copy of Judgment Day. But in Zong Jiu's heart, he always distinguished clearly.

I was really curious about what kind of dungeon world should be to cast a character full of malicious distortions like no.1. Now that I know it, I feel that it is not unreasonable. To some extent, Zong Jiu, who is extremely similar to him, is the most understandable.

He and the devil are the same person, he doesn't care about the past, and he won't be obscured by any haze from the past. If you want to use this past to work on a madman, then there is really no need for it.

Therefore, this past is no more than an episode, and the tit-for-tat between them, the life-and-death situation has not changed.

But maybe there are.

Zong Jiu put on his clothes, picked up the brand-new windbreaker that was set aside, and his drooping eyes were obscure.

Like the little devil frankly that the adult body was reluctant to kill him, Zong Jiu also found that he couldn't do it either.

On Judgment Day, he had countless opportunities to kill the little devil at the weakest moment, but he chose to let it go again and again.

For him, whose feelings are almost nonexistent, it is too unbelievable.

Is it possible to become an old enemy and still have spiritual infection?

The white-haired young man sneered, and for the thought that came out of him, he took the Darjeeling tea with the right temperature and drank it, and left the room with the butler bowing his head respectfully.

When Zong Jiu walked to the meeting room at the end of the corridor, Xu Su was already awake.

His condition after waking up was not necessarily better than when he was in a coma. He lay on the sofa blankly, did not get up, his pupils were dilated, and he had lost the luster of ordinary ghosts and spirits.

Xu Sen’s death hit him too hard, and onlookers could easily see that Xu Su even grew up many years old in just a few hours, and his soul also went away with Xu Sen’s death. Now, all that is left is a walking dead.

The white-haired young man frowned and glanced at Zhuge An, who was standing aside earlier than him but closed his eyes in silence.

”What? You want to die at all, right?”

Zong Jiu laughed angrily at Xu Su's appearance, ”I really should let Xu Sen look at you like this.”

Hearing the familiar words, Xu Su suddenly recovered from the state of loss of soul.

He opened his mouth, before he could say anything, his tears fell like a broken thread, like a conditioned reflex, which could not be stopped.

”Okay, there is no way. Have you forgotten the reward for the first place in the thriller trainee competition?”

Xu Su had already, suddenly sat up from the sofa, as if a helper had grabbed the last straw.

It is a universal wishing ticket.

The main system promises a wish ticket that can be realized immediately even if the desire to become a **** immediately is made.

If it's a universal wish ticket, I want to make a wish for resurrection... it must be possible too.

Thinking of this, Xu Su's eyes dimmed again after hard work.

As we all know, only after the final round of competition, the one who ranked first among the 100 trainees can get the universal wish ticket.

Xu Su has this determination and courage, but when he thinks of that adult, there are so many S-classes that are much stronger than him, he can't help but feel a little sad.

He knew that this method mentioned by Brother Nine was his last hope, no less than a bit of a serious patient. Even if he knew that the **** of death was pressing harder, he still used saline to his body, drinking poison to quench his thirst.

”Put away your frustrated expression and be obedient.”

Zong Jiu patted him on the shoulder, ”Your eldest brother, I have no special wish to make for the time being. Perhaps I am in a good mood. It is not impossible to make a wish to resurrect all the survivors who died in an infinite loop.”

When Xu Su heard it, he jumped up from the sofa hill like riding a rocket, and suddenly kneeled to the ground, banging his head directly at Zong Jiu, tears flying.

”Brother Nine...I must be with you! Brother, you will be my brother from now on. If you want me to die, I am absolutely nothing!”

As long as there is hope, the desperate can carry on with hope and continue to live.

The two of them had a conversation there without noticing that Zhuge An suddenly opened his eyes, and the dark pupils inside were obscure.

It just so happened that Zong Jiu turned his head at this moment, ”Looking at Xiao Xu being so sad here alone, Zhuge elder Zhuge apparently arrived first but sat with his eyes closed and calmed down, why didn't he say a few words of comfort?”

Zhuge secretly reduced the dark color in his eyes, and said faintly: ”I am not good at emotional problems.”

”No, haven't you ever been in love?”

Zong Jiu looked at the opponent suspiciously, thinking that this guy doesn't have the same innate bugs as lack of emotions like him.

The black-haired man did not answer this question, but closed his eyes again, and said coldly, ”The wise are not in love.”

Zong Jiu:? ? ?

Good guy, these words sound okay, thinking about it is really winning! Almost all the people in the world who are addicted to love have been scolded again, and at the end they also praised themselves.

As expected of you, Zhuge dark.jpg