No. 1 probably didn't expect that not long ago at the First Middle School, he had said, "You want me to control these ants?" In the end, in order to find out more information about his nemesis and monitor his movements, he had placed a puppet string on the British Shorthair's head.
Most importantly, it was one thing to do so, but he didn't expect to be caught red-handed.
Most importantly, Magician didn't touch his puppet lines and didn't do any divination. What went wrong was the acting that he was most proud of.
It had to be said that for a demon who was passionate about acting and stirring up trouble, this was simply the greatest humiliation of all.
Of course, Zong Jiu didn't care at all.
Zong Jiu was suspicious of the cat's strange behavior today, so he stood guard at the bathroom door. As expected, the situation was as he expected.
Hehe, Zong Jiu would never repeat the mistake he made in the No.1 Middle School dungeon, The Dark Wizard!
The white-haired young man was only wearing a pair of underpants. He held the cat in one hand and cut off the puppet strings with the other without hesitation. After confirming that there was no mistake, he put the cat down in the air and touched the back of its neck with his fingertips to comfort it.
The cat's blue and white pupils returned to its usual icy blue. It looked at Zong Jiu with a noble and cold gaze, as if to say, "You human, how dare you lift my master up in the air? How dare you!"
Zong Jiu was speechless.
Although he missed the clingy cat from before, this was the normal temperament that a real cat should have.
The youth rubbed the cat's round blue and white head and fell into deep thought. "Speaking of which, I haven't given you a name yet."
Zong Jiu was naturally fond of cats.
When he was young in the orphanage, the elderly nun also had an orange cat.
Unfortunately, the nun was old, and so was the orange cat. When the elderly nun passed away, the orange cat was entrusted to Zong Jiu.
During the funeral, Zong Jiu watched as the coffin was buried deep into the ground. The black iron cross above the tombstone shone brightly. The priest chanted monotonously from afar, "She quelled all toil, and her soul has returned to the embrace of the Lord. Amen!"
After the orange cat passed away, Zong Jiu found a metal box and brought the cat to the graveyard at midnight. He used a shovel to dig up the soil and bury the cat.
At that time, he was still young and thought that he could go to heaven if he was buried here. He hoped that the orange cat could be taken away by the Lord and rest in the Lord's arms, just as the priest had said.
Later, he was accepted as an apprentice by a magician and showed amazing magic talent. When he toured around the world, it was difficult for him to settle down in any country or city because he had to travel around the world every day. Therefore, the matter of raising a cat was put on hold until it was finally settled.
Later on, his hand was injured, so he was not in the mood to raise a cat. Who would have thought that after going around in circles, he would actually achieve his long-cherished wish after transmigrating into a book.
"Got it."
Looking at Lan Bai's icy blue eyes, Zong Jiu smiled. "I'll call you the Demon King."
The Demon King was obviously not satisfied with his new name. After glancing at Zong Jiu, he walked away with graceful cat-like steps and went to sleep. Magician shrugged his shoulders and turned back to continue with his bathing business.
After soaking in a hot bath, it seemed to have washed away his exhaustion.
From the No.1 Middle School dungeon to the trainee's dormitory, it was as if he had transmigrated from the 20th century to modern society.
Zong Jiu tied his bathrobe and walked to the dryer to dry his hair. He returned to the bed and turned off the bedside lamp.
"Ding." With a sound, the entire suite darkened. Only the flame in the fireplace was still dancing, emitting a flickering light.
It was quiet for a while. Suddenly, there seemed to be a viscous shadow cruising in the darkness. The ominous shadow grew larger and larger, but at a certain moment, it suddenly turned into a tide and dispersed.
On the soft bed, the young man's long silver-white eyelashes moved slightly. He opened his eyes vigilantly.
However, after keeping his eyes open for more than ten minutes, there was no other movement in the suite.
To no avail. Zong Jiu slowly closed his eyes again.
Outside the window, the snow danced like fluttering cotton, covering the tall treetops in a layer of silver.
The Great Demon King was nestled by the fireplace, his tail rising and falling intermittently.
Everything returned to silence.
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When Zong Jiu woke up, it was already the next day.
This sleep made him feel refreshed, and his whole body was full of vitality.
He laid on the bed and ordered breakfast on the screen. After he got up and brushed his teeth, the butler in a tuxedo pushed a silver dining cart and knocked on his door.
The A-rank butler poured him a cup of hot soy milk, poured the hollandaise juice on the egg Benedict wrapped in soft white bread, and opened a basket of steaming Cantonese-style breakfast pastries. Finally, he placed the freshly baked youtiao on the frosted paper, laid out a napkin, and arranged the cutlery for him. Before he left, he had a professional smile on his face. He bent over and placed a bowl of boiled chicken on the Demon King's plate before respectfully leaving.
Before enjoying the sumptuous breakfast, Zong Jiu used the tarot cards to divine. After confirming that the extremely considerate butler wasn't being manipulated by the increasingly bored No. 1, he buried his head in the food.
Unexpectedly, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared at the door while Zong Jiu was eating breakfast.
Knock, knock, knock.
When the knocking sound came, Magician was slicing bacon while calculating which part of his body to strengthen with the 8000 survival points he received from leveling up.
Zong Jiu came up with this idea when he was at a disadvantage in the battle with the Demon King.
Once he strengthened his body, he would be able to defeat No. 1 with a single punch.
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted. Zong Jiu lazily put down his cutlery and clicked on the camera on the screen.
When he saw who was standing outside, the white-haired youth raised his eyebrows.
Oh, he didn't expect this person to come knocking on his door.
That's right, the person outside was none other than Zhuge An, the inept advisor.
Zong Jiu pressed the button to open the door on the screen. The carved black wooden door silently slid open from both sides, revealing the dimly lit entrance.
The black-haired man wore a black Daoist robe. His footsteps were like the wind as he walked in. His face was as calm and indifferent as usual.
"A rare guest."
The white-haired youth was still sitting on the bed. He lazily propped up his head and raised the soy milk on the side. "Did you eat breakfast? Do you want to eat together?"
The housekeeper was too considerate. He set up a long table on the bed and placed breakfast on top of it.
The feeling of eating breakfast in bed in the morning was amazing. At least before he finished his breakfast, Zong Jiu wouldn't get out of bed.
Unfortunately, Zhuge An didn't seem to understand the situation.
He stood at the border between the entrance and the living room. His body was as tall as a pine tree. His face was cold, but his pair of black eyes stared unblinkingly at Magician who was cutting eggs on the bed.
He didn't speak. Zong Jiu was happy not to speak either. Instead, he chewed and swallowed slowly. Let's see who could hold it in longer.
Seeing Zong Jiu's reaction, Zhuge An didn't seem to be in a hurry.
He paced around the large room and found a fabric sofa. He picked up the hem of his Daoist robe and calmly sat down.
Zong Jiu immediately understood.
This old bastard Zhuge had purposely let him enter the B-Level group dungeon. Although the C-Level group dungeon was dangerous, it was still lacking compared to the B-Level group dungeon.
This was probably what Zhuge An wanted him to know.
However, no one liked to be schemed against, even if it was done out of good intentions.
The white-haired youth twirled the shiny table knife around his fingers. A bright silver light flashed as it landed on the edge of the plate. It immediately made an ear-piercing noise.
"Just say what you want to say. I have nothing to ask of you this time, but you have something to ask of me. There's no point in being secretive."
Zhuge An didn't seem to be moved by his blunt words.
He meaningfully looked at Zong Jiu. Then, he slowly said, "Very well. You should know my intentions now."
Zong Jiu slammed the table knife on the table and snorted, "Then I'm sorry to disappoint Mr. Zhuge. I've already joined forces with the devil. Since we're on different paths, please leave."
However, Zhuge An seemed to have heard a funny joke and chuckled for the first time. "You won't."
"Then tell me, why won't I?"
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, "I believe you've already noticed that we're the same type of people. Otherwise, why would you be so cautious of me?"
He was right.
Zong Jiu didn't believe a single word of No.1's nonsense. However, he said that they were the same type of people. There was nothing wrong with his words. Even Zong Jiu couldn't refute it.
He didn't think that he could hide it from Zhuge An. Zong Jiu had never tried to hide his true nature in front of Zhuge An. Therefore, after No.1 Middle School figured out Zhuge An's intentions, he knew that this conversation was inevitable. It was just a matter of who would talk to whom first.
Zhuge An's deep eyes looked at him from afar. "Devils are wild beasts. Morals, laws, etiquette … you don't care about these. But you're different."
"You have a chain on your body."
No.3 pointed out, "What's even more strange is that … you know the existence of the chain, but you don't want to break free from it. Because you saw what happened after you broke free from it. There were no restrictions. Maybe you just don't want to end up like that. That's all. "
"So, I'm guessing that you willingly put the chain on yourself."
The smile on Zong Jiu's face slowly faded. The hostile atmosphere disappeared.
He didn't speak. Zhuge An turned on his talkative nature again. He stood up from the sofa and walked around the room slowly.
"I know everything about the Class B group dungeon. It's exactly as predicted by the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams. Since you've figured out my intentions, I won't say more. But … there's something I don't understand. I need you to clear it up for me. "
At this point, Zong Jiu shrugged instead. "I'd like to hear the details."
Yes, he was similar to the devil, but also not.
It could even be said that they were similar back to back, but they were facing opposite directions.
When No.1 expressed his intention to cooperate with him, regardless of whether the devil was planning to stab Zong Jiu in the back after he agreed, Zong Jiu would never agree. This was his principle. Since Zhuge An saw through this, he didn't bother to hide it.
The black-haired man walked in front of him. His eyes were full of questions. "You could've ignored Class 9. You could've not avenged those two people. Why did you do it?"
That's right. Zong Jiu could've ignored him.
He didn't care about anyone's sorrow or joy. He could've just taken care of himself like he did in the previous two dungeons. There was no need to meddle in other people's business.
"Because I made a promise to Class 9. I'm not a person who goes back on his words. Since I said it, I'll do it."
After a while, Zong Jiu spoke. "As for Class 99 and 15 …"
At this moment, he finally spoke his true thoughts.
One recklessly played with the world, while the other was cold and indifferent. The shadows of the two people gradually overlapped. Unfortunately, one floated in the light, while the other sank into the abyss.
Under the light, the white-haired youth's face was cold and unfeeling.
"The reason why these people's suffering attracted me was because it wasn't necessary."
"Since it wasn't necessary, if I helped them out of pity when I was in a good mood, wouldn't that be the same as the devil stirring up trouble everywhere when he was in a good mood?"