"Mr. Michaeli, Mr. Mo Yan and the others are relaxing and enjoying a massage in the lounge on the 18th floor. Do you need me to arrange it for you?"
In the lobby of the seven-star hotel, Michaeli's personal butler came to his side and bowed respectfully.
"Okay, sorry to trouble you!" Michaeli replied with a smile, and went straight to the 18th floor under the butler's guidance.
"Knock, knock!"
"Come in ~"
A leisurely voice came from the other side of the door. Michaeli immediately recognized the owner of the voice, and had an idea in his mind.
Soon, the door was opened, and Michaeli walked in with a flawless smile.
But before he could say what he wanted to say, he was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.
In the small lounge, there were dozens of massage chairs of various sizes. Including Mo Yan and the other two, all the elves, except for the Geng Gui, had been assigned a masseuse.
The eccentric cries were incessant, but no matter how one listened to it, it revealed a sense of enjoyment.
Moyan tilted his head and lazily greeted Mi Keli. Only then did the other party wake up from his stupor.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I've never seen such a scene before. You guys … really know how to enjoy yourselves."
Even the flirtatious Michaeli didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment.
"Mm, a seven-star hotel is great. These additional services are really good. You should try it too." Mo Yan didn't mention anything about the performance and asked Michaeli to join them.
"… Okay, I'll try it too!"
Michaeli gritted his teeth and agreed. He still needed to talk to Mo Yan about what happened during the day, so he could only risk his life to accompany him.
This feeling was really like accompanying a client!
Michaeli asked the waiter to bring a massage chair and put it next to Mo Yan. He enjoyed the massage absent-mindedly, and turned to look at Mo Yan, who closed his eyes and ignored him.
This wasn't a good time to talk about that, right?
Michaeli thought, and could only suppress it and try to enjoy the rare massage time.
Then, the lounge once again fell into silence, but from time to time, there would be a burst of strange cries, which attracted the attention of passersby.
Time flowed by like water. After another half an hour, Mo Yan and the others finally took back all the elves who had enjoyed the massage.
"I'm so sleepy. I fell asleep after the massage." Mark yawned lazily. His eyes were blurred. It was obvious that he was really sleepy.
"It's getting late, Michaeli. If there's nothing else, we'll head back to rest." Mo Yan nodded and turned to look at Michaeli, who was staring at him in a daze.
Obviously, the massage was very comfortable and he enjoyed it very much.
"Hmm … hmm? There's something! " Michaeli was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly remembered what he was here for, so he immediately woke up.
"What's the matter? Speak." Mo Yan crossed his arms and looked like he was inviting her to start her performance.
"Ahem! It's like this. Some time ago, I got a very talented Pincer Scorpion from a friend.
But I've never cultivated this type of elves before, and I'm worried that I won't be able to bring out its full potential. So, I want to find a worthy trainer. "
As Michaeli spoke, he took out a sky blue tennis ball.
"So?" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and said softly with a grin.
"Before the Pincer Scorpion evolved, it had the attributes of Poison + Insect. After it evolved, it became Poison + Evil.
And I know that you, Mo Yan, are very proficient in these three attributes, so I want to entrust it to you to cultivate. "
A blue light flashed, and a Pincer Scorpion with a red body appeared under everyone's feet. The unique color immediately attracted the attention of Mo Yan and the others.
At the same time, the Dark Force – Energy Detection also reported back the Pincer Scorpion's Insect Talent.
Quasi Heavenly King!
In addition, even Michaeli was full of praise for it. With its current status, its Poison Talent was probably no weaker than a quasi Heavenly King.
The rarest thing was that it had a different color. Its body was red, and it looked very handsome. The evolved Dragon King Scorpion wouldn't be bad either.
But this apology gift was a little tricky!
Although Mo Yan thought that Michaeli would give him some compensation, he didn't expect it to be such a high quality Pincer Scorpion!
In this way, he would owe Michaeli a lot of things. This wasn't his original intention.
More importantly, from the beginning to the end, Michaeli didn't personally apologize to him. Instead, he thought that the problem would be solved by bringing over a Pincer Scorpion.
"The Pincer Scorpion is very good, but it doesn't belong to me." Mo Yan looked at Michaeli, chuckled, and pushed the tennis ball back.
Michaeli looked at this scene in shock. He couldn't help but clench his fists, and for the first time his good-looking eyebrows were tightly knitted together.
It's been a long time, right? It's been a long time since I've been directly rejected like this. And can't you see the Talent of this Pincer Scorpion?
Do you know what you've rejected?
Michaeli was too good at smiling. Even now, he could still maintain a smile, but it must be in his ugliest state.
In the end, Michaeli slowly put down the tennis ball with his right hand, but his heart was still in a daze. I've already asked for your forgiveness like this, and you still don't accept it … Then don't accept it!
However, Michaeli forgot who it was that first praised his fighting style, first encouraged him to travel, and when he invited him to participate in the competition, he agreed without hesitation.
Perhaps, having too many bootlickers around him made Michaeli really think that he was different from the past.
Taking the initiative to show weakness and make up for it was already the biggest apology, right?
"Michaeli, are you free tomorrow?"
"Hmm? For now, I'm fine. Why? "Michaeli was stunned, but still nodded in response.
"Then have an elven battle with me. I won't pursue what happened before."
"Are you sure? The current me … "
"I'm sure! You don't dare? "Mo Yan directly interrupted Michaeli's words, and said provocatively.
"Okay, that's what you said."
"Rest early. I'll see you on the battlefield tomorrow morning!" Mo Yan smiled, and led Mark and George around Michaeli, and strode towards his room.
"That's it? Boss, you really don't want that Multi-colored Pincer Tail Scorpion? "Mark finally asked impatiently, looking like he had suffered a loss.
"I'm not in the mood to nurture new elves now. The most important thing is to let Soroilhac and the others break through as soon as possible."
"So you challenged him to a battle. Can you beat him?" George suddenly asked, his words full of concern.
One had to know that Michaeli was a very terrifying trainer who had accumulated a lot of experience. His strength had been increasing explosively in the past few years.
Even if the other party sent out a Heavenly King-tier elf tomorrow, George wouldn't find it strange at all.
"We'll only know if we can beat him after we fight. Michaeli's current state doesn't look like …" Mo Yan's voice became softer as he spoke.
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