"The next dungeon trainee not only can't bring special props, but all the physical enhancements will be cleared. After having the ten-sided dice, they can choose a route and fixed skills for enhancement, and use the points thrown by the dice to determine."

After demonstrating how to turn the two ten-sided dice, the devil's hand still didn't mean to move, it still rested naturally on Zong Jiu's shoulder, and even had a tendency to slide down.

Zong Jiu stretched out his hand indifferently, and directly threw the opponent's hand off his shoulder.

The latter was not discouraged either, smiling and holding up a long silver-white hair of the magician, rolling it between his fingers and playing with it in a casual and ambiguous posture.

Just standing there and doing nothing, they can make others feel an unusual and irrelevant atmosphere.

Watching this series of familiar actions in the live broadcast room, the survivors who had just started clamoring that no.1 and no.9 had absolutely nothing to do were also silent.

The face slapped so quickly, I was caught off guard and caught off guard.jpg

Many enthusiastic followers are still struggling.

[Just, bed partner, isn't it normal? 】

[That is, what is all the fuss about, you don’t have a bed partner to solve your physical needs in the infinite loop? Please, they are all grown-ups, can you not look like you have never seen the world, speechless]

[No.9 can climb on the bed of no.1, that’s his skill, if you look good and strong, you should also go.]

Their stiff mouth quickly provoked the wrath of the magician's diehard fans.

That's right, Zong Jiu has accumulated a lot of diehard fans in his previous copies. After he successfully ranked No.9, the scale of diehard fans has expanded. Although not as enthusiastic as the devil's followers, each of them is too loyal and has a strong ability to sell Amway.

No, the magician's support team rolled up their sleeves.

[Please, look at the poses of the two big guys in the studio now, how do you think it’s all your adults sticking to the magician?]

[That is, the panoramic camera can't cure your blindness? Can't you see the magician knocking down your adults' hands with a cold expression? I have to say that people crawling on the bed, I really don’t deserve to go in front of them and give them shoes 23333]

[You followers are really funny, I don’t know who confessed to the magician and you adults at the Masquerade Party yesterday. You have to vowed to say that the one wearing the black gloves is no.1, even your master is the master. I can’t recognize it, laughing so hard]

This wave is really painful, and the incident at the masquerade is still a pain that cannot be erased in the hearts of all the followers.

At the beginning, they fooled the matter over with sloppy eyes. Because of the large number of people, the forum did not dare to laugh at them. Now that the old thing is brought up again, the two sides have directly started a verbal battle.

On the other hand, in the studio hall, after receiving so much information, all the trainees watched their noses and noses, and cared more about their own lives. Few people looked back and raised their necks to see the situation on the S-class throne.

no.3 The sword eyebrows were tightened, and the brain began to revolve rapidly, thinking about the corresponding countermeasures.

Body strengthening will also be cleared? !

This is indeed something Zhuge hadn't expected.

He expected that the Super S Grade dungeon would not be that simple, but he did not expect the rules to be so harsh.

Zong Jiu also sat in his seat and thought.

The rules of the game that the main system lets the demon announce on his behalf are somewhat similar to the board games he has played in his previous life.

Before starting the game, everyone will have an identity card marked with a limited value. For example, how much health is worth, how much appearance is worth, and how much sanity is worth, all abilities will be marked and realized with numerical values.

For example, Zong Jiu lighted himself up with disguise skills in advance, so he needs to make a disguise judgment on his appearance before entering the dungeon.

His disguise skill points are 50 points, so as long as he throws less than 50 points with the dice, he can judge the disguise as a success in the main system; on the contrary, if the dice thrown by him is greater than 50 points, the disguise will fail.

That's right, this point is the reverse. The greater the number of points, the more unfortunate, the smaller the number of points, the more lucky.

After the main system judged that the disguise had failed, even if Zong Jiu cut his hair and painted black paint on his face, in the eyes of the copy NPC, he was exactly the same as before when he hadn't disguised himself. It was useless.

It can be said that in the next instance, the number of dice rolls represents everything.

Calculated like this, as long as the trainee is lucky enough, and the judgment is successful every time, it is really not a dream to have no damage to the Super S Grade instance.

With such an introduction, these rules immediately mobilized all the enthusiasm of all the trainees.

Everyone started the discussion after "coax—".

The trainees tweeted, "If we can judge by just counting the dice, wouldn't our chances be greatly increased?"

"Indeed, ordinary Super S Grade dungeons are not allowed to bring special props, but as long as they can throw small enough points, this ten-sided die can do things that cannot be done. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle."

It is indeed a miracle, and it is not an exaggeration to say that these two small ten-sided dice are no less than any S-level props.

For example, there is an "inspiration" skill in the skill just shown. As long as the points thrown by the dice pass the judgment, you can get a valuable clue from the main system out of thin air. If this is placed in other copies, it is self-evident how precious a clue is, it is a good thing that I can't even dare to think.

Not to mention the stealing skills like "Wonderful Hand", ordinary trainees who would want to steal things from NPCs, there is no such thing as a thief. Not to mention that you can even roll dice to use "dodge" when you are in danger. If the dodge decision is successful, you don't even need to be injured.

Ou Huang can do whatever he wants!

Everyone was boiled, one by one was cheered, and swept away the previous gloomy and bleak atmosphere.

Humans are strange creatures. When it comes to strength, everyone cringes, and when it comes to luck, everyone immediately strikes out.

No one feels that they are unlucky, everyone feels that they are the one who is favored by God, and even the eternal non-Emirate imperial gate has the illusion that "you will be lucky next time", not to mention other ordinary people.

Obviously, the instructor designated by the main system does not intend to be responsible for explaining a little bit to the trainees.

After saying a few words at random, the devil waved his hand and issued an identity card to everyone, asking them to figure out the rule book when they returned to the dormitory, and then concentrated on harassing the magician.

Zong Jiu was so annoyed by him that he didn't even look at his identity card. He grabbed two ten-sided dice and got up, walked towards the elevator behind him, and walked out of the area covered by the panoramic camera in the studio hall.

"Don't worry about it."

The black-haired demon blew ambiguously behind his ear, "It is a very serious accusation to say that a man is technically inadequate. You can try it on the bed with me before drawing conclusions."

He raised his eyes and looked at the scarlet gold earrings concealed behind the young man's white hair, his pupils getting deeper and deeper, and the hand hanging down lightly tapped the magician's trouser pocket, with a hoarse ending.

"Any night in the future, of course, during the day. I'll be waiting anytime."

Zong Jiu heard his subtext, his expression even worse.

One refers to the room card that he gave him as early as the Kings game, and the other reminds him of how he felt when he received the roses at the Las Vegas casino.

Now I'm here to make a roundabout with him, seeming to ask, but in fact he is pressing harder and harder, not allowing the other party to retreat halfway.

The magician sneered, "You can try to see if you get your wish first, or if my knife pierces your heart first."

The devil squeezed his chin and thought about his proposal.

They are still mortal enemies, even if both sides are unwilling to put each other to death for various reasons, the most essential hostile relationship remains the same.

The devil is never a patient person.

There are not many things that can catch his eyes, even if he is fancy, he will only choose the simplest and rude plunder.

He doesn't know how to cherish, let alone love and affection. Just possessing can also be satisfied.

"Good idea, I will consider it."

The man nodded unexpectedly, his dark golden pupils were full of approval.

In many cases, the pain only makes him more excited.

Unreasonable lunatic.

Zong Jiu lost the desire/hope to continue speaking, and turned his head and left.

Behind him came the voice of the devil pretending to be wronged, "I am so patient with the juvenile body, and so indifferent to the adult body, so cruel."

"Because when you were a kid, you didn't want to think about me, you look cuter than you."

The magician dropped a cold sentence and walked away.

The black-haired demon who was still standing there shrugged, and gently stroked the rose petals on his chest with his fingertips.

What's the use of being cute?

The little devil must hold his rabbit doll tightly wherever he goes. That's because the juvenile body does not have enough power, so he will always keep the things marked with him by his side, fearing that the doll will disappear when he let go.

And he doesn't need it.

Veteran hunters with sufficient strength and rich experience will only wait for their prey to throw themselves into the net.

Of course, only before he runs out of patience.

The black-haired man lowered his head and casually kissed the cold dew on the petals.

He looked forward to that day very much.

......

After leaving the studio, Zong Jiu went to the conference room on the top floor.

There is a meeting room here that has been contracted by their anti-demon alliance for daily activities.

Five S-class bosses came forward. Isn't it easy to occupy a conference room?

The decoration in the quiet room has also been renovated once, replaced by Zhuge An's favorite Zen style. There is a pair of Othellos on the table, burning incense, and it's refreshing when you step in.

When Zong Jiu came in, there was already a person sitting in the quiet room.

The Onmyoji was sitting cross-legged on a futon, with two ten-sided dice in front of him, and a wooden fish in front of him. He was holding his breath and meditating quietly.

"Huh? Didn't the exorcist say that you were in the room? Why did you come out?"

Here Zong Jiu was still marveling at the self-repairing ability of Tu Yumen, and he saw this scene as soon as he turned his head, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

After hearing the sound, Tu Yumen closed his eyes.

Originally, because of his social death, An Anxin shrank himself in the bed of the room.

The main system connected him to the real-time broadcast in the studio hall, and all of a sudden he sat up in a dying illness from half-dream and half-awake.

"I am consecrating them, hope they can take care of me a little bit..."

Tu Yumen replied weakly, wearing a mask of pain on his face.

The smaller the points, the better, what if you can fool the dice?

After all, luck alone can really kill you! Really! ! !