$227, Trainee Dormitory

Zongjiu chose to ignore someone who showed up uninvited.

He didn't even raise his eyes to take a second look. He still held the half-burned cigarette between his fingers. The ashes drooped onto the dark black countertop, scattering a cloud of gray-black smoke.

Behind the smoke, the young man's narrow eyebrows and eyes were dim and blurry, making it difficult to see clearly.

The warm yellow spotlights high above the bar gave his outline a layer of cold light, making the shadows on his face deeper and deeper, inhumane.

There is no doubt that Zong Jiu is not in a good mood now.

I don't know why, but this knowledge made the devil a little unhappy for no reason.

He had rarely seen such obvious mood swings in a magician.

——Except when the two of them are at odds with each other. At that time, whether it was Zong Jiu or the devil, the fighting spirit burning with each other all belonged to the other person.

Their most real and rare emotions arise only because of each other.

The devil thought so unhappily, so of course he did it.

So the next second, the bartender who was bartending at the bar just now was driven away. The black-haired man occupied the magpie's nest and moved his fingers slightly.

The puppet threads hidden in the shadows spontaneously wrapped around the wine bottles and shakers. On the other side, the tweezers suspended in the air had prepared ice cubes and lemon salt, ready for use at any time.

He deliberately put his hand on the magician's hand holding the cigarette, and the white gloves and the pale slender fingers crossed and touched. It was obvious that he was not doing anything, he was just catching the falling ash, and there was an indescribable ambiguity about it. .

"Your Excellency Magician, do you need bartending service?"

The man stared closely into the other person's light pink eyes, with undisguised teasing in his dark golden pupils: "You are my only guest, so there is no additional price for this drink."

"Of course..." he drawled, grabbing the other person's fingertips and squeezing them suggestively.

"If you want a second drink, it's an additional price."

Zongjiu: "..." What should I do? His fist is hard.

His meditative mood and train of thought were completely interrupted, and he suddenly lost his temper.

The devil, whose work has been done by puppet threads and shadows, only needs to control the dazzling silver arcs across the air like a conductor at a concert, and let them go to where they should be. .

This period of bartending shows off skills, just like the devil himself, exuding his own hormones from morning to night, like a peacock showing off his wings all the time, which makes people helpless.

"Boom——"

After a high-altitude parabola, freshly brewed whiskey was pushed over.

The bartender stood in front of the bar and looked at him with a smile.

Zong Jiu gave him a cold look and made no move.

The devil didn't pay attention, and instead picked up a strand of the young man's white hair, wrapped it around his fingertips and played with it quite nonchalantly.

"The endgame is coming soon. Let me guess, what did you discuss? For example, let you go alone?"

"Then you can rest assured, you will only face me in the end."

His tone was particularly gentle, "Baby, I won't let anyone disturb our battlefield."

"But...it's inevitable that there will be some ants that get involved."

The magician raised his eyebrows, but did not interrupt the other person's words.

"Just say what you want to say, don't try to hide it here."

It's so obvious that you're giving away information in vain, and if you don't listen, it's in vain.

Seeing that the other party finally turned all his attention to himself, the devil showed a satisfied smile.

He let go of the puppet string in his hand, and the ice cubes fell from mid-air into the wine glass, making a crisp collision sound.

"Dear magician, you have to know that all compromises in this world have a purpose."

The man meant something, "Especially for those people who are a little clever and want to hide the truth and deceive the world and steal their reputation."

They both knew who this person was.

The devil is obviously very unhappy with No.3.

This is not the first time that he has publicly commented on Zhuge An in front of Zongjiu. A long time ago, at the end of the game of kings, Zongjiu went to the devil's dormitory to steal roses, and the other party chased him into his room. Such a familiar conversation had already happened once.

"What does prophecy mean to you?"

Zong Jiu pondered for a moment: "The inevitable fate."

Prophecy, with its unique tragic aesthetics in ancient Greek mythology, can also be regarded as the embodiment of a certain law of cause and effect.

For those true prophecies that are famous enough, the moment they are spoken, it means that they will definitely be fulfilled in the future.

Because the prophecy means that no matter what methods the parties use to avoid or hide, they will still lead to the final outcome. It is very likely that avoidance and hiding will have the opposite effect.

Guiguzi has been dead for more than ten years, and none of his old members have survived, not even leaving many traces. The last prophecy he made was brought to the perfect world of super S-class dungeon by his subordinates who did not have time to follow him into the Fengshenyan dungeon.

He thought he was bringing out a savior, but in the end he created a great devil. It further confirms the sense of fate of the prophecy.

Prophecy does not mean that you can resist fate, it just "informs".

"That's right."

The devil shrugged: "You see, in Guiguzi's prophecy, we are eternal enemies."

Zongjiu was silent.

Till death. It was.

But after the Judgment Day copy, something seemed to have changed forever.

Countless times, Zong Jiu could strike hard and give the unsuspecting little devil a severe beating, taking the big devil with him and letting him disappear into this beautiful world.

However, maybe it was out of pity at the beginning, or maybe it was out of something deeper, Zong Jiu didn't.

Countless times, the devil can take action and strangle the magician in the cradle before he has fully grown up. From then on, he no longer has to care about Guiguzi's prophecy and continues his game in the world.

Similarly, maybe it was out of boredom at the beginning, or maybe he was tired of such a funless game where he couldn't find toys, but the devil didn't do it either.

They all had different starting points at the beginning, but behind the scenes they chose to indulge and be wanton, and the result was that they couldn't do it again.

Needless to say, Zongjiu, the devil even rushed to save his old enemy. He kept saying that he could only die in his own hands, but he could not hide the true nature of the matter.

The prophecy never mentioned that while they were old enemies, they would also have another relationship.

"I tend to believe that this prophecy has its accuracy, but if someone wants to maliciously tamper with it or conceal it, that's not necessarily the case." The man sneered contemptuously: "Especially...if that person is still no. 3, its accuracy is even lower.”

What the devil didn't say was that, putting all this aside, in a sense, Guiguzi's prediction was horribly accurate.

Even if he is really defeated and willingly loses to someone, that person will only be a magician.

"So honey, there's obviously something wrong with this prophecy."

The man's voice changed and his tone became sweet again, "There are obviously bad intentions behind some people's compromises. Unlike me, I am willing to be used by you and have nothing else to ask for."

The devil obviously knows how to put money on his face. These words used another person to set off himself, and did not mention at all how he was greedy for the magician's body before, and wanted to put him on the bed and exercise every day.

Hearing this, Zongjiu finally understood what the other party meant.

"According to you, you know what wish I will make if I get the universal wishing ticket?"

"Don't worry, honey, we can talk about this issue later."

The black-haired demon slowly combed the magician's silver-white hair, "It's not certain who will win and who will lose."

"Besides - let me remind you, Mr. Magician, you owe me so many times, have you figured out how to repay it?"

The word "owed" first appeared in the copy of No. 1 Middle School. Zongjiu asked the devil who played the teacher to help.

Zongjiu can still guess what kind of thoughts and personality No.1 has. As long as he finds something interesting, he will most likely not refuse to ask him for help.

Of course, although the devil said so verbally at the time, Zongjiu, who was accustomed to getting on the bus without buying a ticket, didn't take it to heart at all.

He was not prepared to pay it back from the beginning. So in the same way, Crazy Circus No. 1 ran over to help him, and he insisted on punishing the copy to save him. In Zongjiu's eyes, all this was equivalent to free prostitution, and there was no need to pay another price.

"Alas, Mr. Magician is still as ruthless as ever."

The devil pretended to sigh: "Forget it, we have such a close relationship now."

He deliberately emphasized the words "intimate".

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Perhaps I will consider this issue one day when I am in a good mood. But you want me to give up the universal wishing coupon? Then I advise you to go to bed."

sleep?

The devil narrowed his eyes: "It's not impossible if I'm with you."

It just so happens that the sky is completely dark now, and everything in this narrow and independent space is controlled by the main system. Therefore, the starry sky at night is particularly gorgeous, and the stars at all times are twinkling in the sky, gathering into a sea of ​​stars.

"If this is the way to repay..."

The man raised the corners of his mouth maliciously and lowered his voice, "I will definitely like it, baby."

Zongjiu: "..."

His answer was to get up from the bar, turn around and leave.

Not putting the glass of wine over the devil's head was the magician's greatest mercy.

...

As a result, before Zong Jiu had gone far, he received another unexpected communication.

The sender of the communication is Xu Su.

Zong Jiu pondered for a moment, then turned around and headed towards the conference room where they usually held meetings.

As the text message said, there was already someone sitting in the conference room.

Xu Su sat on the sofa, holding a thick roll of papyrus that exuded a withered smell.

Feeling this unique aura, Zongjiu couldn't help but take a look.

Such a representative papyrus should be the famous S-level prop "Book of the Dead".

"Brother Ninth!"

Seeing him coming, Xu Su wiped the wet tears on his face and stood up from the sofa.

"It was Xu Sen who asked me to call Brother Ninth over. He said... he had something to say to Brother Ninth."

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