Thriller Trainee - Chapter 259 After the end

"What are you doing?"

The black-haired man has a low tone of voice, and the shadow behind him is swimming along his shadow, full of unknown color.

It's not just the scene in front of you, a little later, the entire two rooms are turned into ruins. The blue-and-white room was the worst, and the black room was not much better. The bookshelf was broken with the wine rack, and the crimson wine flowing on the floor could be seen everywhere.

When I saw my room like this at first glance, no one would be in a good mood.

However, the devil only faintly swept through the mess, and refocused his gaze on the magician who was pressing No.1 of the parallel world on the ground.

There is no doubt that in this situation and situation, changing someone is simply the scene of the arrest of the rape. But magicians are not ordinary people, demons are not ordinary people, not even No. 1 who is forced to press on the ground.

But this does not prevent the devil from feeling that the scene before him is extremely dazzling.

Especially when he saw the other himself licking his lips excitedly, his dark golden pupils sparkled with interest, and he even provocatively pulled the magician's long silver hair and rubbed it ambiguously between his fingers.

It's all another self, is it still unclear how your own urine **** is?

This is obviously an excitement.

Not only was he moved his mind, but he was still not afraid of death to invite a fight.

The devil snorted coldly, and the shadow behind the toe of the black leather shoe started a building, trying to quietly fix the opponent on the black floor.

But obviously, the ability of no.1 is the same as him. So after the two of them gave the opposite instructions to the shadow, the shadow without any wisdom was in trouble, and in the end they simply chose not to listen to anyone, and stuck in place.

Failing to make a move, he squinted his eyes, stepped on the shadow, and lovingly hugged the magician's waist.

"Honey, who is this?"

Asked knowingly.

As early as in the other parallel world, the devil had already inquired about him in the parallel world from the main system.

Obviously, the thriller trainee competition on that side has not yet started. If it is defined in accordance with Zong Jiukou's high-dimensional world's "Thriller Trainee", it belongs to the stage where the story has not even begun.

"You who are in the parallel world are very uneducated."

Zong Jiu said, relaxing his body and leaning back, lazily leaning the back of his head on the devil's chest, one foot still bends his knees against No.1 on the ground, and began to complain.

"He ruined our room."

Obviously, the word ‘us’ draws a clear line of boundaries, and all of a sudden, it dispelled the demon-clouded mood just now.

However, the magician's next sentence made him squint again.

"By the way, he also soiled your painting."

Zong Jiu pointed to the side of the wine cabinet. So the devil saw the oil painting with the black cloth opened.

On the original flat canvas, in addition to the paint, there are more traces of dark red wine.

Of course, this is not the most important. Most importantly, this painting was seen by people other than them.

Very unhappy.

I watched a circle of their no.1 showing their affection:......?

This kind of opponent formed an atmosphere of its own, and his sense of onlookers that he couldn't intervene was really bad.

Of course, it feels even worse that something that you have finally become interested in has already been classified by other people as possessions.

Even if that person is another self in the parallel world.

Whether it is a devil or no.1, it is the kind of person who will either **** it back or forcibly possess it once it becomes interested. There is never a reason to not get or ask for it.

Of course, it is undeniable that such other people’s possessions make No. 1 more desire for predation.

So in the spirit of death, no.1 continued to be gone forever on his arch fire road.

"Ah."

He suppressed the sourness in his heart, and began to cynicism, "I'm really disappointed, I didn't expect you to look like this in the parallel world. What is this? A dog that is obediently tamed?"

"He does need some lessons."

The devil's voice was low, and anyone with a discerning eye could hear signs of displeasure inside: "My dear, your hands are all red. Don't bother you with this kind of thing, let me come."

The man slowly displayed the flower ring in his hand that was paired with the magician, while decisively using the infinite loop of authority.

No matter which world's demon strength value is, there is no need to question it. After all, it is an existence born out of malice, gathering the malicious darling of the world. The puppet line and the ability to manipulate the shadows are enough to make him invincible, and it is easy to destroy an S-level copy while talking and laughing, without any effort at all.

Since he was himself in a parallel world, the demon couldn't be more clear about his abilities. If you have to go head-to-head, you can't tell the difference.

But... the demons in this world have something that no.1 doesn't have.

That is the permission of infinite loop.

Although as a super S-level copy boss, many rules of infinite loop can not be restricted to the devil, but it is enough to drink a pot of no.1.

The devil is never a person who can be cavalier.

So the magician who had just taught no.1 also patted the non-existent dust on his body, leaned against the wall, and watched the two demons fought with great interest.

Even if it is at an absolute disadvantage, no.1 will not stop, often taking advantage of the gap to wink at the magician who is watching the game from the outside, ready to try to feel like I am green myself.

Then there is no doubt that the next second he was manipulated by the devil to push the puppet line into the wall.

It should be said that it is no.1 of Parallel World, who can accurately step on the devil's thunder point back and forth.

Zong Jiu watched, while sighing with no sincerity in his heart.

Good guys. Even the flirting appearance and the posture adding fuel to the fire are in the same line.

The two fought for a while, and the demon finally found out.

As long as no.1 is kept here, the magician will occasionally look at the opponent, although just a glimpse is unpleasant; most importantly, no.1 looks like a peacock who wants to pry him at the corner all the time. It's really hot.

All in all, the devil finally found that keeping no.1 was a scourge, so he stopped fighting, and opened the space wormhole very simply, tied the person directly with the puppet thread and threw it in.

Originally, he had negotiated with the main system of another parallel world, and when the other party contacted him first, he was using coordinates to locate, so that the energy of the main system was consumed.

But now, the devil would rather use the energy he has accumulated, and let this annoying guy get out first.

This no.1 from the parallel world instantly surpassed the ranking of the little devil's aversion in the heart of the devil, ranking first in the throne.

Of course, before throwing away no.1, the devil maliciously packaged and gave him a big gift. That is the memory of the sweet encounter between myself and the magician (referred to as "Kill") and the last love.

Acid, it's best to kill him.

On the other side, no.1, who was thrown directly into the wormhole, could barely re-enter the shadow, suddenly opened his eyes.

It is a deep black, surrounded by countless weird decorations and furniture.

The wine cabinet and the bookshelf were silent in the distance, there was no easel, and there was no connecting blue and white room. Everything was incredibly quiet.

There is no doubt that this is his room.

[You are back, no.1]

The cold mechanical sound rang in the air.

After a long time, there was a lazy "Yeah."

In order to be able to redeem no.1, the main system is also struggling.

Mainly because the demon of another parallel world told t3 that the main system of his world had successfully ascended to higher dimensions.

After precise calculations, the main system felt that it was necessary to cooperate with No.1, and only then planned to spend its precious energy to bring this unconscious collaborator back from the parallel world.

As a result, its energy hadn't passed, no.1 was packaged and sent by the other party. By the way, he also put a sentence to shut down your dog, don't let him go out and bite, and then unilaterally closed the passage of the parallel world permanently.

Main system: "..."

Without human emotions, it also felt something disgusting at this moment.

I don't know if it is an illusion. Since then, the main system feels that No.1 seems to be a little strange.

For example, I suddenly asked him if he had detected the infinite loop with high-dimensional landing anomalies. After getting a negative answer, he asked him if there was an ordinary person with a surname surnamed among the trainees randomly picked from the real world.

In order to make sure that no.1's brain is not damaged after a parallel space migration, the main system began to observe him silently.

After the start of the game, no.1, who was not interested in playing the role of a copy of NPC, chose to enter the "mental hospital" personal show copy and played one of the abnormal doctors.

Except for the two S-classes, there is nothing special about this copy.

The main system found that no.1 showed unusual interest in one of the E-level trainees.

However, soon, after seeing the white-haired trainee crying and trying to hook Zhuge secretly and failing, and then failing to flatter the Messiah manipulated by No.1, this interest quickly disappeared.

What immediately followed was rage.

"You are not him."

no.1 pinched the white-haired neck, the dark golden pupils were full of icy cold.

Obviously they have the same face, the same hair color and pupil color, but their personalities are quite different.

Another white-haired magician has a dazzling soul that the devil wants to hide and possess. And the white hair in front of him had a skin bag, and the soul inside was rotten, ugly, and vulgar.

"Please... please, don't kill me, I can do everything for you."

Looking at the other party's face blushing, and looking like he wants to please him, I just feel disgusting and disgusting, and I don't want to look at it for a second.

no.1 has never been so furious.

He didn't know if he was affected. But it is undeniable that the more he can't find it, the greater his desire for the white-haired magician, and the unstoppable interest in the future of the demon and magician belonging to the parallel world.

Next, everything is carried out step by step.

A total of ten S-levels, except for No. 3, all the others fell.

Without any suspense, no.1 manipulated the puppet and won the final victory.

bored. Extremely boring, without thinking and expecting at all.

It was a game full of expectations, but now it's dull.

Standing on the final platform of wishing for the victor, welcoming all the survivors’ fiery worshiping sight, no.1 asked the main system again.

"Haven't found him yet?"

【No】

The main system repeats the answer that I don’t know how many times [Even in a parallel world, there are some differences, it’s impossible to be exactly the same]

"..."

[If you have nothing else, just make a wish, I am going to upgrade. According to our transaction and agreement, the infinite loop will be under your control]

It doesn't sound like it's under his control, but what's the point?

no.1 With a sneer, he casually swept the people under his feet.

All people surrender, supreme, and absolutely rule.

These are all things at his fingertips, meaningless.

Envy, dissatisfaction and emptiness are at work.

He is like a lonely devil, who will never find the echo of his soul.

and many more......

There is another way.

Just when the main system felt that he could not get a response, the man finally spoke.

His eyes were shining, bright, but they couldn't be looked at directly.

"Main system? When upgrading, do you mind taking someone with you?"

......

The room was in a mess.

Two years have passed since the car accident.

From the spirited great magician, falling to the bottom, after hundreds of times of hope and being cruelly deprived, to become an out-and-out world-weary, it seems to be a matter of course.

The magician scratched his wrist laboriously, his face was indifferent and there was not much expression on his face.

Whether it’s conventional physical methods, medical technology, surgery, even metaphysics, black magic, legendary witchcraft, and even more partial methods, he has tried... His hands were restored as before.

He has tasted disappointment countless times.

But the magician still embraced that tiny little flame.

Human beings are like this. As long as they are alive, there will be hope of being overwhelmed.

The gushing blood dripped on the black sacrificial cloth on the ground, and soon gathered into a pool, staining everything around it with shocking colors.

Ordinary people suddenly meet such blood loss, dizziness and even fainting are quite normal.

But the magician just thought it didn't matter.

It doesn't matter if you lose too much blood and die like this.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Because this time, it was just such a useless effort thousands of times.

In the dark room, the magician laughed self-deprecatingly, threw the knife, dragged his tired body and was about to turn around.

The moment he turned his head, the parchment was suddenly covered by black shadows, suspended in the air, as if burning out of thin air.

There was a silent hurricane in the room, tearing everything to pieces.

Seeing the figure stepping out of the shadow, the magician trembled all over, with red eyes.

The devil responded to his call.

"Are you Mephistopheles from **** following my call?"

The magician's voice trembled, like a blind man who had been blind for a long time, finally searching for the light of his own in the dark, clutching this piece of driftwood, willing to indulge.

No.1, who came out of the shadows, looked at him deeply.

The magician in front of him is gloomy, decadent, and even more indifferent than the magician in his memory. Even the hair color and pupil color are not what they remember, but the dark black as the opposite of eternal night. .

But no.1 knows that this is his magician.

It's his, only his.

"Mephistopheles? I like this name."

The man curled his lips and smiled, and the rushing shadow blocked the turbulent blood on the magician's wrist.

The devil's smile contained joy that could not be hidden no matter what.

Because he knows that no matter which parallel world it is, no matter what way it is, they will always meet.

"Nice to meet you, my little magician."