Thriller Trainee

The coffin closed again with a “bang–“.

Everyone in the temple looked at each other and didn’t understand what was going on.

Xu Su and Xu Sen who were standing by were both stunned, and hurriedly went up to try to pry them apart. Many newcomers also gathered around to help.

It’s a pity that a dozen people worked hard, but the coffin lid still seemed to be nailed to the top of the coffin, and there was no way to pry it open.

After a long time, someone trembled and asked: “Then…that Yin Po is not, dead, dead?”

Yes, everyone has seen it, not only saw it, but also touched it. There is absolutely no life at all. The corpse is still completely different, and the dead can’t die again.

But everyone just saw clearly that the white-haired youth was clearly pulled in by a strong force.

Could it be true that this is a corpse, as the black Azan said? !

The barrage also started frantically refreshing the screen.

[I rely on relying on it, has this corpse of the yin woman changed, Gan, it’s scary]

【what? ? The magician’s mission failed? No! 】

[This is all pulled in, look at the surface of the coffin quietly, it should be a lot of good luck, some wax. jpg]

[I don’t know, the main system doesn’t give a prompt either. Generally, there are prompts for the completion or failure of the main task. If you die, you have to give a quasi-trust, I am dizzy.]

[What the **** is going on, touch my bewildered little brain. jpg]

After realizing that the coffin had been opened from the inside and was wrapped around the cold and extremely tough puppet silk, Zong Jiu secretly said a bad cry in his heart.

But what he didn’t expect was that he would be dragged into it so directly.

The strength was so strong that it could not be resisted, and between the electric light and flint, when he reacted, the scarlet coffin lid had crashed down like a jack.

Zong Jiu: “…”

The darkness inside the coffin was cramped and narrow.

He is an adult man, more than 1.8 meters, after being pulled in, he only feels that his hands and feet are difficult to use.

However, these puppet threads still seemed to be fixed. They were different from the easily torn threads on the top of Anthony’s head. None of them were difficult to shake, directly trapping his hands to his back indiscriminately.

In such a short time of less than one second, the white-haired youth became fish on the chopping board, and was slammed on the cold chest by the force of force.

By now, Zong Jiu was also angrily laughed.

This is all lying in the coffin, and finally it is in negative distance with Yin Po’s corpse, right? But the main system was as quiet as a chicken, without a word, and there was no intention to tell him that he had completed the main task.

This can only show one problem, that is, the corpse of Yin Po was stolen away, or it was placed elsewhere, or in short, it was not in the coffin.

He was careless too. Since the devil controlled the black Azan, even if it was controlled slightly, it would not be without a target. Unexpectedly, putting Yin Po’s body in the coffin is not to increase his difficulty, but to catch turtles in an urn.

Zong Jiu thought that he had pitted No.1, but he didn’t expect the other party to have such a backhand. What is this called? I often walk by the river. Are there any wet shoes?

Zong Jiu didn’t speak, but the devil looked at his changed expressions with interest.

The space inside the coffin is so big, even if this coffin is much larger than an ordinary coffin, it is not more than enough for two people to lie in it. So inevitably, the bodies of the two of them overlap each other.

One is warm and the other is cold. Such as scorching heat and severe cold, do not meet each other. If anyone saw it, maybe they thought it was two couples who were buried together.

“What? I dare to attack my puppet, but I didn’t expect the consequences?”

The man gave a chuckle.

He lazily played with the end of the white hair that hung over his chest with one hand, and slid one hand onto the young man’s graceful jaw.

Zong Jiu snorted coldly, “Unexpectedly, your Excellency No.1 will save your dignity and lower your nobility, and use the authority to solve my little C-level.”

Did you say that Zong Jiu didn’t expect it?

Actually it was expected.

His ability is just against the devil, and he broke ground on No.1 again and again. Zong Jiu killed his puppet twice, this is not a child’s playhouse, how could he be so naive that he thought the other party hadn’t wanted to kill him.

However, what Zong Jiuzhen didn’t expect was that the devil had to chase for thousands of miles without hesitating to use authority.

As far as the devil is concerned, the status of the mentor is not high, and low is not low. Zong Jiu guessed that his identity is very restricted, otherwise he would not be threatened to fold in Las Vegas.

So he really didn’t guess that no.1 actually dared to openly defy the rules of the main system and appeared in this copy as a real body.

The puppet silk of the master is much harder to do than the puppet silk that manipulates the puppet.

Zong Jiu secretly used his strength behind his back for a long time, unable to loosen his hands even a little bit, let alone liberating, and could only weakly press his elbow on the surface of the coffin.

The demon raised his eyebrows, did not break his useless little movements, but lowered his voice, “Because you are so…so interesting.”

It’s so interesting, I can’t help but want to be destroyed by myself.

The white gloves slid along the jawline to the slender swan neck.

The fabric rubbed against the pale skin with a cold touch, arousing dangerous tremors.

Undoubtedly, the neck is absolutely a dangerous zone for humans.

The devil was very satisfied to see that the pale pink pupils suddenly shrank subconsciously, and even the collarbone sank as his chest tense, glowing with a lovely light color.

Like a cat that blows up when in danger.

He thought casually.

But the cat in front of him is much more dangerous.

The narrow dark golden eyes were narrowed, and the man suddenly bent his knees, as if inadvertently, leaning against the young man’s chest impartially, forcing the latter to raise his head slightly.

Their two hairs overlapped intimately, black and white.

The force exerted made Zong Jiu forced to raise his head in this posture.

He felt that the back of his head had touched the lid of the coffin, but no matter how hard he moved upward, he couldn’t lift the lid of the coffin halfway up.

The man touched the back of the young man’s neck intimately through his gloves, whispering.

“What to do, I suddenly feel a little reluctant to kill you.”

Compared with words that seem to contain ambiguous words, they are cold fingers that suddenly tightened.

Sen Leng’s killing intent quietly diffused in the narrow and dark space, making people unable to restrain their muscles.

The malevolent eyes like a poisonous snake patrolled the flawless face of the young man, seeming to expect him to show a more pleasing look when he is under high pressure and death is approaching.

Zong Jiu suddenly sneered.

The hand that was clearly pinched on his neck tightened and tightened, but he looked up lazily like an okay person.

“Kill if you want, don’t talk nonsense.”

Obviously at a disadvantage, but there is no trace of fear, but he continues to make death provocations.

The courage to face danger alone is enough to be eye-catching.

Until then, no.1 is considered to be a good eye to the appearance of this prophetic enemy.

There is no doubt about his appearance, the rare beauty in the world, that is the beauty that has blurred the gender.

But the most eye-catching thing is his sparkling eyes.

In this infinitely cramped darkness, where you can’t even stretch your hands and feet, these eyes are so bright, as if they came from a distant galaxy, like a star born from stellar particles, produced by positive and negative collisions of electrons. Photon.

It obviously can choose to go anywhere in the depths of the universe, but it has chosen to come here, choosing a pair of existences born from twisting and malicious, dragging the splendid and fleeting tail feathers, and crashing into the dark gold in a meaningless posture. In his eyes, everything is burning up.

The cold fingers loosen slightly.

The bruises mixed with green and red bloomed on the delicate skin, like a mottled blooming flower, with a cruel beauty.

The devil was slightly surprised, “Aren’t you afraid?”

“Yeah, I’m not afraid.”

Zong Jiu could only speak intermittently because of being pinched by his neck.

But he not only didn’t stop talking, but also provoked tirelessly.

“Not only are I not afraid…I also want to tell you a secret.”

The tingling sensation like being scratched by a cat came again.

no.1 Stretch out the limbs and show an interested look.

He tidied up his slightly tangled cuffs slowly, “Let’s listen.”

The puppet silk lifted the young man’s hands from behind, wringing his hands to make a gesture to be fixed on the top of his head, making it easier for their owners to appreciate the look of the prey at the moment.

Feeling this strength, Zong Jiu cursed inwardly.

If this is really mentioned, wouldn’t it be able to see all the small movements he made with his hands behind his back!

Fortunately, Zong Jiu’s reaction was quick enough.

In order to conceal the behavior of his hands, he could only lie down/over as a cover, and was forced to get close to the demon’s body.

The coffin was only so big in total, and it was overwhelmed to fit two people.

The sound from outside seemed to be isolated, and it was quiet like a silent grave deep in the ground. I couldn’t hear the conversations of other trainees, and I couldn’t even shake the movement just now.

The youth’s face kept getting closer and magnifying, and the long hair on both sides of his cheeks was hanging down.

Because of the lack of oxygen, his narrow and long eyes were filled with redness, and his face became more and more beautiful in an environment that was so dim that there was no light, and he looked like a ghost that **** human spirits.

They are very close. Almost to the point where breathing is entangled.

The warm breath and the cold breath collide, and the flames meet the cold winter, not to be outdone.

Just when the tips of the two people’s noses were about to come together, Zong Jiu spoke.

His thin lips opened and closed, and his voice was hoarse, but it also showed extreme arrogance and certainty.

“The villain… died of talking too much.”

In the next second, a bright fire burst out of the darkness.

It is not the light contained in the youth’s eyes, but the real fire light.

The coffin made of phoebe wood is strong and heavy, but it is easily ignited.

The top of the torch that suddenly appeared in Zong Jiu’s hand licked the top of the silent coffin, and in an instant, the oil-stained torch ignited the wooden coffin.

Extremely high temperature and raging fire ignited the narrow space, setting up a raging sea of ​​fire.

Sparks and flame-stained wooden sticks fell and set the corners of the clothes on fire.

The white-haired youth laughed happily and wildly, and the corners of his lips were raised wildly.

He lowered his voice like the devil’s favorite tone, ambiguous and containing a cold murderous intent.

“How about it, the devil in the real body, I’m afraid you haven’t tasted the taste of death yet, right?”

They looked at each other in the sea of ​​flames, surrounded by wooden boards that were burned out and made an overwhelming sound, crunching and connecting into one piece, as if the end is coming.

“I really haven’t been able to feel it.”

The dark golden pupils changed their previous laziness, and the dark fire that burned to the bottom of my heart blended with the raging fire, opening the shackles and releasing the cage for the most distorted and dark beast in the world.

The people who did all this were just smiling.

If someone saw this scene, I’m afraid they would be frightened and scream.

Because he saw the two lunatics when death was approaching, not only did they not move, but relaxed their bodies, showing the same smiles to each other.

In the terrible background of flames, the demon slowly faded off his white gloves.

The fingertips that are as cold as the cold pits are also astonishingly hot because of the temperature of the boiling blood.

The devil laughed and let go of the hand holding the young man’s neck, and instead pressed him firmly to his chest, blocking all the way for the other party to escape.

His laughter was hoarse, but it was subtly different from Las Vegas’ response to being pleased at that time.

“—It’s a pity. I changed my mind.”

Everything about them turned into flames and ashes.

Embracing each other, and holding each other’s strongest killing intent, fell into the fiery **** together.