My Xiuxian has a mall

Chapter 70
Room 7!

Mo Ming said that MMP didn’t know what to say. He was really afraid of something. He felt that this secret realm was deliberately making things difficult for him...

The danger of Room No. [-], to sum it up, is that it is particularly easy to attract hatred.

First of all, the other six people in the same company, because the evil seventh person is notorious, the person in room seven, as the seventh storyteller according to the room number, naturally arouses suspicion and suppression from others, and may even be eliminated first by the traversers Condition.

Secondly, those Transcendents who died tragically in the villa also had a strong hostility towards Room No. [-].

They all died directly or indirectly at the hands of Fan Wensheng, but they didn't dare to deal with the mighty Fan Wensheng, so from time to time they found ways to send warmth to the successor in Room [-].

In the end, Fan Wensheng, the culprit who caused all this, also had a grudge about Room No. [-].

He seemed to miss this room he lived in before his death, and still regarded it as his territory.

However, limited by the rules of the villa, most of the time he could only stay in the area where the servants were active on the first floor, faithfully performing the duties of the ghost servant.

The second floor is where the guests are, and the third floor is where the owner is. Without a call from the villa, you are not allowed to enter and disturb at will.

And as long as there is a chance to go upstairs, Fan Wensheng may come back to check the room. If he finds that other people "occupied the magpie's nest", he would naturally wish to tear him to pieces.

He is the scariest level 9 ghost servant in the villa!

In short, in every villa story meeting, the person in Room [-] is usually the first to die.

The only good news is that they may be able to spend the first seven days in the villa.

"I'm fucking with Qigang, right?" Mo Ming was speechless for a while, and saw that the door of the No. 6 room next to him was also opened, and a young man with a height of 181 came out.

His hair is slightly long, messy like a chicken coop, his head is held high, and he looks rebellious and proud of the world, which makes him feel very uneasy.

With distinctive features, you don't need to guess who it is.

The other party didn't know Mo Ming's identity. When he saw him, he immediately became vigilant and shouted: "You are the seventh person of evil? Don't try to murder me!"

Bang!
A fist-sized flame rose from his hand, illuminating the shadows around him, Xiao Qiyan became more and more proud, feeling that he had punctured Mo Ming's plot.

"You don't even light the candles, you really want to sneak up on me in the dark, right?"

"Explosion is art." Mo Ming's voice was low, as if he was reciting some spell silently.

Xiao Qiyan was shocked all over, and said in disbelief: "Who are you? The sword holder, is it still a blockbuster?"

Mo Ming's eyes sank slightly, and he said calmly, "You should call me Brother Ming."

"Brother Ming..." Xiao Qiyan spoke with some difficulty.

Obviously, he is not willing to lower his stance in front of others, but because of the previous agreement and Mo Ming's legend, he temporarily succumbs...

Mo Ming said "hmm", walked up with a candle, borrowed fire with Xiao Qiyan's fire ability, and stunned the other party.

Crazy, crazier than him!As expected of Brother Ming...

At this time, Mo Zixiu also came out from Room 5, and the three easily completed their meeting.

"I didn't expect us to have consecutive numbers. God helped me, and it happened to be convenient for supporting each other."

Xiao Qiyan looked excited, and Mo Zixiu was also refreshed.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and hurriedly asked: "By the way, I don't know how many levels brother Ming is. He must be higher than me. If there is level 9, our chances of winning this time will be great!"

"Upside down." Mo Ming said lightly.

Xiao Qiyan:?

But he soon realized, wouldn't 9 be 6 upside down?
Xiao Qiyan choked, and smiled awkwardly: "Brother Ming, stop playing with me, we are teammates now, we should treat each other honestly, there is nothing to hide about our strength, the stronger you are, the more convincing you are!"

"Okay, let me tell you. Three months ago, I was level 1, a newcomer who had just entered the secret realm, and he underestimated me. One month ago, I beat him into a pig's head when he used the strongest Mohist swordsmanship move. "Mo Ming pointed to Mo Zixiu.

Mozi shaved his face and twitched, but didn't say anything, which was a tacit agreement.

Mo Ming immediately stared at Xiao Qiyan, and said coldly: "Now, I can hit two! Do you want to try?"

Fuck, this terrifying upgrade speed and leapfrog challenge ability!
Xiao Qiyan trembled, and immediately put away the rebellious heart that had just arisen, waved his hands and said:
"Brother Ming was joking, and agreed to obey Brother Ming's command, I, Xiao Qiyan, will never repent!"

Mo Minghu's inspiration was touched, and he pointed at a shadow in front of him and shouted coldly: "Who?"

Hearing this, Xiao Qiyan threw out a ball of flames, which exploded with a bang.

A petite woman in black rolled on the spot, dodged in embarrassment, and hurriedly said: "Sorry, my name is Shi Ying, and I come from Room 4. I have no malicious intentions. Please be merciful."

"Who dares to hurt my sister!"

Another person rushed out from the shadows and stood in front of the woman. It was a short, stocky man with a simple and honest face.

"Brother, it's okay. I don't think they are bad people. I was being rude." Shi Ying immediately explained, and introduced Mo Ming and the others, "This is my brother, Shi Shan."

Shi Shan touched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly.

The pair of brothers and sisters seem quite friendly, and their strength is not too high. Judging from their aura, Shi Shan is level 7, Shi Ying is level 6, and their occupations... seem to be ancient warriors...

Mo Ming faintly felt a little weird, so he kept his eyes open and temporarily ignored it.

Five people have appeared, and only the last two are left.

Steady footsteps sounded, and under the light of the portable lamp, two tall and burly figures came into view, with muscles all over their bodies, and they were very difficult to mess with at first glance.

The leader was actually an acquaintance of Mo Ming.

With a height of 1.9 meters, a face that had been horribly beaten by steel spiked gloves has regained its heroism, and he no longer conceals his inner fanaticism and arrogance.

"I'm Zhou Liyang, a level 8 ancient warrior!" Zhou Liyang squeezed his thick hands, rubbing his joints, making a popping sound like fried beans.

Mo Ming's pupils shrank slightly, and the opponent actually successfully upgraded, maybe... he was stimulated severely after the bloody battle with him and broke through the checkpoint.

A little behind Zhou Liyang, the big man with the lantern immediately shouted: "My name is Wu Yifeng, I come from the Zhou Family Boxing Gym, and I am a level 7 ancient martial artist. I have never lost a match at the same level so far! This is the seventh son of our Zhou family in the south of the Yangtze River. He has a noble status. The strength is strong, if you want to survive, you have to obey!"

The Zhou family's style is really domineering, even one of the subordinates in Zhou's Boxing Gym has followed suit.

Mo Ming smiled lightly, the secret realm this time is really interesting, they are all small teams that they know in real life, and they are clearly separated, just forming the pattern of the three families of Wei, Shu and Wu.

So, who can finally "advance"!

Zhou Liyang glanced condescendingly across everyone's faces. He was the highest-ranking person on the scene, so he was full of confidence.

He first smiled contemptuously at Mo Zixiu: "Sixth son of the Mo family, that's all. I heard that someone compared you to me. I'm really blind!"

Mo Zixiu's eyes turned cold, and he said with a fake smile: "Indeed, after all, you were beaten worse than me by someone!"

"You!" Zhou Liyang was stabbed to the sore spot, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

Suddenly, the painful memory and reality slowly came together through a pair of calm eyes.

He stared at Mo Ming sharply, his muscles tensed, exuding an increasingly dangerous aura, he almost gritted his teeth and said:

"You are... number 36!"

(End of this chapter)