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His eyes turned back to the polite young man walking upstairs in the hotel, carrying Mo like a dead dog.

When he turned his back on everyone and stepped onto the stairs, the smile on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by an indifference like thousands of years of ice covered in thick snow in the North.

The young man carried Mo and climbed to the seventh floor of the hotel in one breath. He came to the end of the corridor, opened a closed door, threw Mo inside, turned around and looked behind him before leaving. When entering, close the door.

Inside the door is a conference room with a sofa table on the left and a fruit plate and tea set on the table. On the right is a round conference table with seven stools around it.

At this time, there were five people sitting on the stools, three women and two men.

Sitting in the first place is a lovely girl with short hair, delicate facial features, and a healthy wheat color. She wears smart clothes and is full of heroism. She has a calm face at this time, and she takes one mouthful to inject the medicine with full power. He stuffed the spiritual fruit into his mouth.

To her right is a sexy mature woman. Her figure is very tall, and the wide stool is filled with her figure, but the proportions are perfect, and there is no ambiguity at all about where the bulge should be bigger, the plumpness should be, and the roundness should be round. , with a wide-brimmed black top hat on her head, wearing a plain white pleated skirt, and a pair of gray high heels at her feet. Her delicate red lips held a slender golden cigarette holder, and gray smoke spit out from both sides of her mouth.

On the left side of the heroic girl is a little girl who seems to have been carefully carved by a craftsman. Every inch of her skin and facial features are unusually perfect. Like an exquisite porcelain doll, people can't help but want to possess her and care for her. She, destroy her, she was wearing a black gothic lolita dress, holding an open black umbrella in one hand, and sitting quietly.

Next to the little girl, there is a boy with orange hair all over his body. He seems to be only seven or eight years old. He has an ugly face, the kind of ugly that can make people dislike him. His hands are clasped on the table, and the glue on the surface of the table is The layers had been pulled off by his nails, and the wood had been pierced. He gritted his teeth, with an angry look on his face, as if he was angry about something that he was dissatisfied with.

Next to him was a fat man with a round figure. He looked like an inflated balloon doll. At this time, he was lying on the table, sleeping soundly.

"Hehe, I knew that Mo would be punished very badly. After all, the other party is the person the leader asked us to pay attention to. Madam, give me the money quickly. Give me the money quickly."

The little girl who looked like a porcelain doll jumped off the stool, folded her umbrella, and jumped to Mo lying on the ground. She poked his face with the tip of the umbrella, looked at the sexy beauty with a smile, and said .

The sexy beauty stood up. Her tall body made her head almost hit the ceiling. You must know that the height of this floor is between three and four meters. She stepped on cat steps and supported her broad mind with one hand. Walking to Mo's side, he used his feet to help him turn over. Looking at the vertical injuries on his face, he laughed and said: "This injury doesn't look like it was left by those people in the intelligence. On the contrary, it is It looks like it was shot out of the soul."

The little girl leaned down, took a closer look, pouted her lips cutely, puffed up her cheeks, and returned to her seat with a look of dissatisfaction, muttering: "Then he must have been beaten badly first, Otherwise, why would Po kick him? Do you think so, Po?"

A polite young man with a comfortable smile and an aristocratic temperament saw his two companions, one large and one small, focusing their attention on him. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He didn't know how to answer to ensure that he would not offend one of them.

He squinted his eyes, thinking carefully about the bet between the two people, and said softly: "When I went down, Mo was fighting fiercely with the man named Tang San. The battle was quite fierce, and the man named Tang San could injure him. Mo, and Mo can also kill the opponent, so my answer is that Mo neither lost badly nor won, so it is considered a tie."

"You are really good at talking, Po."

As soon as Po finished his words, a magnetic and soul-stirring voice sounded next to his ears. Several long nails gently brushed against his face, causing Po's smooth and delicate skin like tofu to ripple. There were slight ripples, and he could feel the sharpness on his nails, as if he could peel off his entire face with just a little more force.

Po's nervous arms trembled slightly and he didn't dare to reply.

The little girl stood on the chair, patted the table, and said dissatisfiedly: "How can it be a tie? Did you see it?"

At this time, the heroic girl beside her threw the last spirit fruit into her mouth, picked up the tissue next to her and wiped her mouth, then glared at the lady and the porcelain doll, both of whom showed obvious fear.

The lady walked back to her seat and sat down, and the porcelain doll sat down obediently.

The heroic girl stood up, looked at the sleeping fat man and shouted: "Wine barrel, go ahead and wake me up."

The fat man's snoring stopped instantly. He raised his head, opened his eyes in confusion, jumped out of the chair slowly, and walked towards Mo, yawning. The brilliance bloomed in his hand, and a large wooden barrel and a three-wheeled soul ring appeared. One yellow and two purple appeared beside him.

"There is no need to worry about anything, and a cup of it will relieve a thousand worries."

The fat man grunted something, a purple soul ring beside him shone, and the big wooden bucket in his hand also shone. He pulled out the rubber stopper on the top of the bucket, squatted down, opened Mo's mouth, and then dumped the bucket.

A strong aroma of wine filled the whole room, and everyone who asked about the aroma of the wine showed an expression of obsession. The more they smelled the aroma of wine, the more excited they became.

The muddy yellow wine poured out from the barrel, most of it falling on Mo's face, and only a small amount poured into his mouth, but the fat man didn't care and continued to yawn, as if there was something hidden in the barrel. Wang Jiuhai kept pouring out for half a minute without any intention of stopping.

But Mo, who had been poured for half a minute, couldn't stand it anymore. He opened his eyes suddenly and waved his hands with water, like a drowning person. He wanted to push the wine barrel above his head, but he couldn't move it no matter how hard he tried. He had no choice but to roll to the side and avoid it.

After a few seconds, the wine barrel realized that Mo had woken up, and the wine in the barrel stopped. In a flash of light, the barrel disappeared, and the fat man yawned and walked to his seat.

Mo coughed a few times and spit out the wine stuck in his throat. He stared angrily, but did not dare to look at the wine barrel. Instead, he looked at Po and roared: "Asshole Po, why are you attacking me!"

Po glanced at him sideways and said: "You are so brainless. If you are sober and continue to make trouble, this matter will not end so easily. I will have to spend some time wiping your butt. This is such a waste." I don't care about time, so I choose the best way, do you have any opinion?"

"You guy." Looking at his arrogant posture, Mo Qi's body trembled, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Snapped.

The heroic girl slapped the table and said coldly: "Okay, come here and report the information you detected. If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you."

As soon as these words came out, Mo sobered up a lot. He quickly got up from the ground, shook the wine from his body, sat down on an empty chair, and clearly and completely explained the situation of the fight with Dai Mubai and Tang San just now. Say it.

After roughly narrating how he seduced Dai Mubai and what happened during his fight with Tang San.

Mo said disdainfully: "The so-called Shrek Academy is nothing more than that. That Dai Mubai is the same type as me. He is a fighting soul master, but his strength is not strong enough and his fighting consciousness is too weak. It can even be said that he has no sense of it. And that one Tang San, as a control-type soul master, is indeed very agile, but his physical strength is a big problem, and without his weird gadgets, I can easily kill them both if they join forces. Their strength is estimated to be only He can be compared with the top students in the ordinary classes in Sun Academy, but compared with us, he is nothing."

"Huhu, it seems that Mo has a very high opinion of them. Compared with the top students in ordinary classes, they are all first-class geniuses outside. According to their words, they are all successful. Luo Zhizi’s evil genius.”

The porcelain doll covered her mouth and snickered.

They were also members of the Sun Academy, and they were all top students in their respective ordinary classes, so they knew what level Mo was talking about.

However, talent alone is not enough. If it were just about talent, they would never be able to sit here and become a reserve player at the root.

"Is that all?"

While everyone else was secretly feeling proud of Mo's last words, the heroic girl still kept a calm face and asked.

Mo nodded and said: "The soul came too fast. I failed to attract more Shrek students to take action. However, the two who took action against me should have the highest combat power among the Shrek students. Their evaluations It’s already the upper limit for Shrek students, isn’t that enough?”

The heroic girl shook her head and said: "That alone is not enough. The leader said that Tang San has a big secret. Your description did not push him to the limit at all. He didn't even force out his martial spirit. The fighting style , soul skills, and ultimate strength have not been analyzed, how can you say it is possible?"

"Even if they use martial arts, they can't beat me. I really don't know what the point of the leader asking us to analyze these weaklings." Mo folded his arms and muttered.

As soon as he finished speaking, other people cast horrified looks. Mo felt the air around him getting colder. The next moment, a strong wind blew from the sky. Mo looked up and saw nothing but a clicking sound coming from his neck.

A fist hit the top of his head and cut his neck into half.

"How dare you doubt the leader!" The heroic girl held Mo's head and said coldly.

Mo's eyes were filled with fear, and he grunted and wanted to speak, but his vocal cords were broken by the force of the punch and he couldn't make a sound. His whole head was in chaos, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

The others exchanged glances, and finally the little girl who looked like a porcelain doll jumped up on the table, walked carefully to the heroic girl, and said timidly: "Sister Xuan Shuang, Mo, he may not mean to doubt the leader, as you know , Our faith in the leader is indestructible, how can we doubt the great leader, please spare his life."

Xuan Shuang turned to look at her, with such ferocious eyes that the porcelain doll trembled and remained silent for a few seconds.

Xuan Shuang retracted his hand and said coldly: "Treat him, tell him, and you guys should also listen to me."

"If you want to join the Roots, you must remember that the leader's orders are supreme and cannot be violated, complained, or questioned. With your current thinking, I am very worried about whether you will be able to do it when your assessment day comes in a year's time. Passed successfully."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that your grades can also affect my grades. If my grades are not up to standard due to your influence and I am unable to join the root, you have to consider whether you can bear my revenge."

"Hmph, I hope this is the last time I take action against my 'companion'. There will be no next time. Can you promise me."

While she was lecturing, the porcelain doll beside her stretched out her small and cute palms. Light poured out from her palms, converging into a cute rag doll wearing a black skirt and blond hair. Three soul rings emerged from her body, and a dark purple soul ring emerged from her body. The ring glowed, and the girl opened her mouth and said softly: "The third soul skill, replace the injured."

The soul ring glowed, and the doll also glowed. Finally, a ray of light penetrated Mo's body. Mo's shortened neck instantly returned to its original shape. The doll in the girl's hand had its neck cut off. Her face turned pale, and she quickly put away the doll and took it out. Putting a spirit fruit into his mouth, his pale face eased a lot.

Mo clutched his neck, as if he had had a nightmare of death, breathing heavily. He looked up at Xuan Shuang, and met Xuan Shuang's eyes that were so cold and indifferent that all souls were dead. Endless panic welled up in his heart, and he hurriedly lowered his head. , and others responded to Xuan Shuang's words.

"Yes, ma'am."

Xuan Shuang snorted, jumped off the table, and left the room.

The others looked at Mo and sneered. The fat man and the child with orange-red hair did not say anything and left together. Po ridiculed him in a cold voice, criticizing him with more qualified words such as stupidity and brainlessness, and then left. Madam calmly Walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said with a chuckle.

"It's over, don't be afraid."

It sounded like a gentle elder sister was whispering comfort, but then she said: "If there is a next time, without elder sister taking action, I will harvest your head for her, or make your body into my collection. "

After saying that, he stood up and left.

The little girl's complexion returned to its former pinkish-white and rosy color and she jumped off the table. Mo looked up at her, her lips moved slightly, and words of gratitude came to her mouth. When she was about to blurt out, the little girl suddenly turned around and held an umbrella. The tip pointed at him and said: "Remember, save your life, 50 gold soul coins, and try your best to make money to pay me back, otherwise I will take back this life."

What a cold-blooded team!

Watching the girl's leaving figure, the remaining gratitude in Mo's heart for this savior disappeared. He covered his head in pain, regretting how he dared to be disrespectful to the leader, and how could he still have these 50 gold soul coins? Where can I make money?He never thought that the girl might scare him if she took back his life, because the entire root organization, including the Sun Academy, had such an article in its ideological guidelines.

Whatever you say must be accomplished at any cost, even if it costs your own life.

If you say that your whole family will be destroyed, not even a mouse will be left for you. You really mean what you say.

He sighed silently, stood up, and left the conference room feeling exhausted.

On the top of a hill outside Tiandou Imperial City, in a steep place, there is a small courtyard.

The courtyard is not big, but the interior is filled with the fragrance of flowers and the scenery is beautiful. The plants are colorful and exude fresh medicinal fragrance. The surface is shrouded in colorful rays of light, which adds brightness to the courtyard all day long.

There is only one room in the courtyard, with black tiles and white walls, covering an area of ​​more than 100 square meters, which is very ordinary.

There was a black animal fur blanket spread on the bamboo platform at the door, and Fang Mian sat cross-legged on it. His appearance remained unchanged. After a few years, he was still as handsome and handsome, but he had the milkiness of his childhood. Although it has completely faded away now, not much of the youthful youth remains. The temperament on his body is calm and restrained, but warm, like the sun in the sky. He carefully restrains his strength and releases a little to give this person. The world is bright and vibrant.

With a calm smile on his face, he poured water and made tea by himself, fiddled with complicated tea sets, and used the most troublesome processes he had figured out to do the simplest things.

At this time, an anxious bird call came from outside the yard. Fang Mian raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. A pigeon with green feathers, twice the size of ordinary birds, flew over the roof with difficulty and landed. In front of Fang Mian.

Fang Mian stretched out his hand to hold it in his arms, untied the letter from its paws, unfolded it, and his smile became even brighter.

"Finally they're here," he exclaimed.