The masseuse was a little absent-minded. Perhaps it was because of this that she felt something extra in her hand. It was sensitive and enjoyable. There was also an indescribable sourness that stirred in her hand.
Right at this moment, Madam Mora's voice traveled into her ears again, "Our physiques are very similar. We are both of medium height, but our bodies are fit …"
"Huh?"
"Lipstick is the same color, and perfume is similar. Perhaps we have the same hobby … Do you like to work out?" Madam Mora casually played with the cards in her hand and threw them back onto the gambling table. She looked like she could not be bothered to communicate with the owner who had no gambling ethics, but her interest in the latter part of the game increased.
With the magical scene in front of her, the masseuse could not help but feel a little nervous. "Working out? Ah, yes."
"How many times do you do your maintenance every week?"
"Two … two times."
"Your makeup is not bad. Which type of sunscreen do you use?"
"…"
"Foundation?"
"Hair removal fluid?"
“Bra？”
The series of questions completely confused the masseuse. The question that could have been easily answered had now become a stumbling block.
At the end of the day, these were all female instincts. In the end, she still managed to finish answering.
Madam Mora nodded. "You're really diligent. Unfortunately, other than deceiving yourself, there is no other effect."
The masseuse was speechless.
Blood Demon cackled at the gambling table. "You're doing this again."
"I'm just stating the facts. Clear lines, big pores, lots of color spots, a lot of oil, oh, and body hair and body odor … Sorry, I'm just that sensitive. Especially since you look a little like a middle-aged woman I know. "
Mora's thumb rubbed the back of the masseuse's hand all the way to her wrist before she let go. In the end, she even shook her hand and shrugged, making the exposed areas of her body more dynamic and lively. She also made a perfect counterexample.
"Are you envious? Clean, cool, soft, and flawless.
"Are you jealous? Once you lose your youth, you can never get it back. Before you have the time to fill your heart, all the actions you take after that will only be meaningless struggles in despair.
"You will never be able to achieve the goal that you're envious of and jealous of. You can't even hope for her to sink to your level. In this case, it's right to be jealous. rich psychological activities are the highest level of your body and mind.
"Of course, it will never satisfy you. It will only become a joke to others, such as me …"
The masseuse stood there dumbfounded, momentarily forgetting to be angry. She had no idea what to do next.
The Blood Demon rolled his eyes. "What are you talking about? He's been through a lot. Even though he's no match for you in every aspect, he might be mentally stronger than you. If I had known that you were still so vile, I would have found an ability user for you. It would be best if it was a physical one. "
"Oh?"
"Didn't you say it before? Mortals are unsightly, Awakened ones are starting to improve, Architects are barely decent, and Extraordinaries are only cute … The problem is that my business here has just started, so I can't get Wu Jiong to massage your shoulders, right?"
"That's a very good hope!"
Mo La laughed loudly. Her dark red lip gloss and snow-white teeth formed an extremely beautiful visual effect. Even though she did not have the reserved demeanor of a woman, she was the side that the Blood Demon admired the most.
However, Mo La quickly shook her head. "Compared to a metal rock that I can't bite through, I'd rather find a more tender one. A boy is fine too, as long as it tastes good."
"Hehe, you must have been dumped by a Martial Monarch, and you just haven't found the cooking method yet."
"So you've taken a fancy to the most tender Extraordinaries? Not so long ago, you were the synonym for tender! "
"Tender? You're talking about Luo Nan? "Mo La extended her hand and waved at the Blood Demon. The Blood Demon understood and flicked a cigarette over.
Originally, it should have been the masseuse's turn to display her value, but the latter was completely lifeless. She had no reaction at all. Mo La didn't mind. She held the cigarette in her mouth, and the tip of the cigarette automatically lit up without any movement.
"This is a new dish that's still endlessly adding ingredients to the pot. The recipe looks pretty good …"
"They're clearly playing chess, okay!?" No matter how much they tried to downplay the matter on Zeolite Beach, in reality, they would pay attention to it. The only difference was the depth of the matter.
"Let's not talk about other things, but the method of stimulating the Bloodflame Order is really quite interesting … The pattern is novel, and the posture is beautiful." The Blood Demon wanted to have a good discussion with Mo La. "Why don't you give him a segment or something? Speaking of which, he's also a psychic. Wouldn't it be easier for you to make a judgment? "
After all, the newest edition of the poker game, ah, the 'magazine', was about to be released into the market. How to position the rising star that came out of nowhere would determine the authority of the ranking to a large extent.
Even if he was playing, authority was necessary.
He forcefully bought the magazine for fun, not to act like a clown.
Mo La puffed out a cloud of smoke. "I said he's a noob, but you insisted on playing chess … Fine, he can also be considered a chef, an interesting chef. Just thinking about it makes one want to eat him, but not now. Yep, there's one more thing that needs to be emphasized. Not all Extraordinaries are cute and easy to eat. Some people are destined to be the representatives of decay and ugliness, as well as the piggy banks of jealousy and hatred … "
"Stop, stop, stop!" The Blood Demon hurriedly called for a halt. "Words and deeds are bound to be marked. I know that you and the damned witch are absolutely irreconcilable, but can you not cause trouble for me? I'm a person with property now, and I can't afford to be tormented, especially by two psychics … She's far away in Bu City, but her disciple is in Ti City. You can go and torment him to vent your anger. "
"The Star Witch is also in Ti City? That's quite filial! Also, I didn't say it was her. You said it. "
"…"
Mo La took a deep breath, and the cigarette in his hand burned to the bottom. He then puffed it out, and the smoke was like an arrow, hitting the Blood Demon's face. He then stood up.
"Unfortunately, I'm just passing by and can't stay for long. I'm leaving!"
The Blood Demon did not mind, but he found it strange. "It's rare for Ti City to be so lively. Since you're here, why aren't you joining in?"
"I'm visiting my relatives, and I'm eager to go home."
"You're a cursed loner, what relatives do you have? It can't be a blood connection … That's very much like a psychic. "
"Sorry, I won't answer your personal questions."
Mo La did not continue chatting. She took her jacket and kissed the masseuse's cheek. She then strode out of the room.
Behind the door, she suddenly turned around and smiled. She pointed her finger at her lips and blew another kiss at the masseuse. "Bye bye, Granny. I hope there's another person who hates me in this world.
After she finished speaking, her figure flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"F * ck!"
The Blood Demon finally came back to his senses. He jumped up and wanted to run, but he was still too late. The restraints that Mo La had placed on the masseuse previously broke silently due to the time limit and the strength of the restraints, and the last of the spirit waves spread out.
The sinister thoughts that came from an unknown and distant region were like mushrooms that grew rapidly on rotten roots after rain. They quickly appeared on the masseuse's body and moved her eyeballs slightly in their sockets. She looked over coldly.
'Damn it!'
The Blood Demon cursed in his heart, but he quickly controlled his expression. He smiled widely at the masseuse, who had become a temporary parasite.
"Granny Wu, why are you so free to come over? Brother Star Sorcerer, it must be tiring to be your signal tower every day … "
The masseuse stared at him and opened her mouth, but no sound came out. In reality, she had 'said' it was just that her spirit and body were not in harmony. Her thoughts and body were not synchronized.
The Blood Demon did not find it strange. Even if this damned witch was the strongest shaman in the world, it was too difficult for her to break through the restrictions set up by an Extraordinary shaman and control an unfamiliar body from such a long distance away. She had to go through two transmissions and break through the restrictions set up by an Extraordinary shaman.
The 'Death Witch', who was also the 'Granny Wu' in his mouth and the 'damned witch' in his heart, had never been a patient person.
After another second, the masseuse's heavily made-up face suddenly had a strange expression. The corners of her lips curled into a faint smile. Then, it distorted, dislocated … and cracked.
The beautiful dealer on the other side happened to see this scene. She wanted to scream, but she could only let air fill her throat. Her entire body convulsed.
The moment before her entire face shattered, a voice finally came out.
"I'm the chief editor."
"I … Alright, alright. It's like adding wings to a tiger!" The Blood Demon quickly came to a consensus with this person.
As for whether this person was purely competing with Mora or had a deeper plan in mind, he did not have the time to care about what kind of trouble this overly luxurious editing department would cause in the future.
The conversation ended, and the masseuse ended her mission.
The result of being dominated by supernatural powers was that his entire face and even the skin, flesh, and bones above his chest were abruptly torn apart. He was like a rotten watermelon that had been slashed by the Wind Saber Technique. His body fluids gushed out, and he fell on the table.
The beautiful dealer's scream finally broke through her throat. She staggered backward, but her 12-centimeter high heels could not support her trembling body. She fell to the ground on her butt after taking two steps. Her scream was also dispelled. She could only use her hands and feet to retreat with all her might. She wanted to widen the distance between her and this terrifying scene and the terrifying person.
The Blood Demon did not even bother to bat an eyelid. He only extended his hand and wiped his bare chest. As expected, there was some blood on it. He sighed, licked his lips, and tasted it.
"It's sour."
He spat out a mouthful of saliva, extended his leg, and kicked the unconscious former chief editor who was splashed with blood. "Hey, wake up. My chief editor's office is going to be changed into the president's office. It's urgent."
When this moaning person came back to his senses, the Blood Demon turned around and looked at the messy gambling table. "Alright, the number of people who hate you doesn't increase, and the business isn't losing money or earning money … I'll just treat it as having some fun."
Mora, who was far away, probably could not hear him. The Blood Demon was just saying it casually. He sighed again and turned to look at the beautiful dealer who had already broken down. He put on a very honest smile.
"Don't be afraid. I'm not as serious as Mora. I don't mind meat or vegetables. Since it's already like this, why don't we just let loose and have some fun? "
The heart-wrenching screams were destined to be unable to go beyond the walls of the villa. However, the spirit waves released by extremely terrified and despairing people were sharper than any sound waves to sensitive spirit mediums.
On the street, Mo La, who had his hands in his pockets and was walking leisurely, pursed his lips at that moment. His gaze was cast toward the sky, looking at the gloomy clouds. He was also trying to capture the 'dark region' that vaguely existed at a deeper level, as well as the buzzing noises that seemed like an illusion.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
