Above the mountain of elves

Chapter 530 Massaging Together

"Mr. Mikri, Mr. Mo Yan, they are relaxing with a massage in the lounge on the [-]th floor. Do you need me to arrange it for you?"

In the lobby of the seven-star hotel, Mikri's exclusive butler came to him and asked respectfully.

"Okay, sorry for the trouble!" Mikoli replied with a smile, and went straight to the eighteenth floor under the guidance of the other party.

"Buck button!"

"Enter~"

There was a leisurely cry from inside the door, and Mikoli immediately recognized who the owner of the voice was, and thought about it for a moment.

Soon, the door was opened, Mikoli grinned flawlessly, and walked in.

But before he could say what he expected, he was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw that the small lounge was already filled with dozens of massage seats, large and small, including the three of Mo Yan, and all elves except Geng Gui were assigned masseuses.

Yin and Yang screams are endless, but no matter how they are heard, they reveal a feeling of enjoyment.

Mo Yan tilted his head, and greeted Mikoli lazily, which woke him up.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really haven't seen this scene before, you guys... really enjoy it."

Even the flamboyant Mikoli didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment.

"Well, a seven-star hotel is good, and these additional services are really good, you should try it too." Mo Yan never mentioned the performance conference, and instead asked Mikri to join them.

"...Okay, I will try too!"

Mi Keli gritted his teeth and agreed, he still needs to communicate with Mo Yan about the day's affairs, so he can only sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.

This feeling is really like being with customers!
Mi Keli ordered the waiter to move a massage chair and put it next to Mo Yan, enjoying the massage absent-mindedly, then turned to look at Mo Yan who closed his eyes and ignored him.

It's not a good time to talk about things, is it?

Thinking of this, Mikri could only hold back and try to enjoy the rare massage time.

Then, the lounge fell into silence again, but there was a strange cry from time to time, which made passers-by look sideways.

Time flowed away like water, and half an hour later, Mo Yan they took all the elves back after enjoying the massage.

"I'm so sleepy, I feel sleepy after the massage." Mark yawned lazily, his eyes blurred, and it was obvious that he was really sleepy.

"It's getting late, Mi Keli, if there's nothing else, we'll go back to rest." Mo Yan nodded, then turned to look at Mi Keli, who was a little dazed.

Apparently, the massage was comfortable and he enjoyed it.

"Hmm... um? Is there something to do!" Mikri was about to nod his head in agreement, but then he finally remembered why he came here, so he woke up three minutes away.

"What's the matter, tell me?" Mo Yan folded his arms, with an expression on his face as if please start your performance.

"Ahem! That's how it is. Some time ago, I got a very talented scorpion from a friend.

But I have never cultivated this kind of elf, and I am worried that I will not be able to tap its maximum potential, so I want to find a trainer worthy of entrustment."

While talking, Mikri took out a sky-blue netball.

"So?" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and said softly with a grin.

"The pintail scorpion has not yet evolved, it was poisonous + worm attribute before, and it is poisonous + evil after evolution.

And I know Mo Yan that you are proficient in these three attributes, so I want to entrust it to you to cultivate. "

A blue light flashed, and a different-colored scorpion with a red body appeared at the feet of everyone. The distinctive color immediately attracted the eyes of the three of Mo Yan.

At the same time, the Force of Darkness Energy Probe also simultaneously fed back the worm talent of the Pincertail scorpion.

Quasi-king!
Coupled with the fact that even Mikri appreciates him, and with his current status, the talent of the poison department is probably not weaker than the quasi-king level.

The most rare thing is this strange color, the body is flushed, and it looks very handsome. The evolved Dragon King Scorpion is not bad at all.

But this compensation is a bit tricky!

Mo Yan thought that Mi Keli would give him a little compensation, but he didn't expect it to be such a top-quality pincer-tailed scorpion!
If he accepted it, he would owe Mikri instead, which was not his original intention.

More importantly, from the beginning to the end, Mi Keli never apologized to him in person, but thought that the problem could be solved by bringing a pincer-tailed scorpion.

"The scorpion tail is pretty good, but it doesn't belong to me." Mo Yan looked at Mi Keli, smiled, and pushed the catcher ball back.

Mikri watched this scene in astonishment, clenched his palms involuntarily, and for the first time, his beautiful eyebrows frowned tightly.

It's been a long time, it's been a long time since I've been directly rejected like this, and don't you see the talent of this scorpion?

Do you know what you say no to?

Mi Keli is too good at laughing, even now, he can still keep smiling, but silently said that they are the ugliest they have ever seen.

In the end, Mi Keli slowly lowered his right hand holding the tennis ball, but his heart was still in a trance. I have been asking for your forgiveness like this, but you still don’t accept it...then don’t accept it!
However, Mikri forgot who was the first to praise his fighting style, who was the first to encourage him to travel, and who agreed without hesitation when he invited him to compete.

Perhaps, there are too many licking dogs around, but Mi Keli really thinks that he is different now.

Taking the initiative to show weakness and make up for it is already the greatest apology, right?

"Miccoli, are you okay tomorrow?"

"Huh? I'm fine for the time being, what's the matter?" Mikri was taken aback, but still nodded in response.

"Then join me in an elf battle, and I won't pursue the previous matter."

"Are you sure? Now I..."

"I'm sure! Don't you dare?" Mo Yan directly interrupted Mi Keli's speech and said provocatively.

"Okay, that's what you said."

"Go to bed early, and see you on the battlefield tomorrow morning!" Mo Yan smiled, led Mark and George around Mikri, and strode towards his room.

"That's it? You really don't want the heterochromatic scorpion boss?" Mark asked impatiently at this moment, with a look of loss.

"I'm not in the mood to train new elves now. The most important thing now is to let Zoroak and the others break through as soon as possible."

"So you invited him to fight, did you succeed?" George suddenly said, and there was a lot of concern in his words.

You must know that Mi Keli belongs to a very terrifying hair trainer with a long history of accumulation, and his strength has been growing explosively in the past few years.

Even if the other party sent a king-level elf tomorrow, George would not feel surprised at all.

"Of course you'll know if you can fight well. Mikoli's current state doesn't look like..." Mo Yan said, his voice became quieter.

(End of this chapter)