The masseuse girl was a little distracted. Perhaps because of this, she also had some extra feelings under her hands. It was both sensitive and enjoyable, and there was an unspeakable sour taste that stirred back and forth.
At this moment, Ms. Mo La's voice came to her ears again: "We are very similar in body shape. We are both of medium height but with strong bodies..."
"Well?"
"The lipstick is the same color and the perfume is similar. Maybe we have the same hobby... Do you like fitness?" Ms. Murra fiddled with the cards in her hand and threw them back on the gambling table. She seemed too lazy and had no gambling products.
I have been communicating with the host family, but I am optimistic about the future interest.
With the magical scene in front of her, the massage girl was inevitably a little nervous: "Fitness, ah, yes."
"How many times a week do you do maintenance?"
"Two...twice."
"The makeup is also good. Which kind of foundation cream do you use?"
"..."
"Foundation?
"Hair removal solution?
"bra?"
The continuous questioning completely confused the massage girl. Questions that could have been easily answered became stumbling.
After all, these are women's instincts, and in the end she reluctantly finished the answer.
Ms. Mo La nodded: "I really mean it, but it's a pity that it has no other effect except deceiving myself and others."
Massage girl: "..."
The blood demon laughed loudly at the gambling table: "You're doing this again."
"Just stating the facts. The texture is obvious, the pores are large, there are many stains, there is a lot of oil, oh, and there is body hair and body odor... I'm sorry I'm so sensitive, especially since you look a bit like a middle-aged and elderly woman I know."
Mo La's thumb rubbed all the way on the back of the massage girl's hand until he let go at the wrist. Finally, he shook it and shrugged, making the exposed areas of his body more dynamic and energetic, and 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 time to enrich your heart, then all your actions after that will be just a meaningless struggle in despair.
"You can't achieve the target you envy and are jealous of in your lifetime, and you can't even expect her to fall to the same level as you. In this case, jealousy is right. Rich psychological activities are the only highest level in your physical and mental framework.
s things.
"Of course it can never satisfy you, but can only become the laughing stock of others, such as me..."
The massage girl was so stupid that she forgot to be angry for the moment and had no idea how to react next.
The blood demon rolled his eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about here? I've been through a lot of things. Don't look at all the comparisons. I may have stronger psychological skills than you. If I had known you were still so bad, I would have found someone for you.
It is best for those with abilities to be on the physical side."
"oh?"
"You said that ordinary people are ugly, awakened people are starting to get better, architects are barely respectable, and extraordinary people are not cute until they are... The problem is that my career here has just started, so I can't ask a martial artist to give you a shoulder, right?
"
“This expectation is very good!”
Mo La laughed loudly. The dark red lipstick and white teeth formed an extremely beautiful and intuitive visual effect. Although there was no trace of female restraint, it was the one that the blood demon admired the most.
However, Mo La soon shook his head: "Compared with the iron stone that cannot be bitten, I would rather find something more pink and tender, even for a little boy, as long as it tastes good."
"Haha, you must have been dumped by Emperor Wu." "It's just that I haven't found a way to cook it."
"So you are attracted to the most pink and tender extraordinary species at present? Once upon a time, you were synonymous with 'pink'!"
"Pink? You mean Ronan?" Mo La reached out and waved to the blood demon. The latter understood and flicked a cigarette over.
Originally, at this time, it was the massage girl's turn to show her value, but the latter was now completely sluggish and unresponsive. Mo La didn't care. He started to smoke, and without any movement, the front end of the cigarette ignited automatically:
"This is a new dish that keeps adding ingredients to the pot. The recipe looks good..."
"We're obviously playing chess, okay!" No matter how downplayed the incident on Zeolite Beach was in their words, they actually paid attention to it, but it was just a matter of degree.
"It's hard to say anything else. The method of stimulating the Blood Flame Cult is really interesting...the formula is novel and the posture is beautiful." The blood demon wanted to have a good discussion with Mo La, "Don't you decide for him?"
A paragraph or something? Speaking of which, he is also a psychic, wouldn’t you be better at making judgments?”
After all, the latest planned version of Poker, ah, it's a "magazine", is about to be put on the market. How to position the emerging star will largely determine the authority of the list.
Even if you are just playing, authority is a must.
He forcefully bought the magazines to have fun, not to act like a clown.
Mo La was vomiting: "I said he was a vegetable, but you prefer to play chess... Well, he can also be regarded as a cook, an interesting cook. It is indeed quite greedy to think about it, but not now.
Well, there is another point that needs to be emphasized. Not all extraordinary species are cute and edible. Some people are destined to be representatives of corruption and ugliness, as well as piggy banks for jealousy and resentment..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" The blood demon hurriedly stopped, "Words and deeds must be traced. I know that you and the dead witch are sworn in, but don't cause trouble with me, okay? I am a wealthy person now, and I can't stand the trouble.
Especially she can't stand the torment of two psychics... She is far away in Putrajaya, but her apprentice is in Putrajaya, so you can go and toss him to vent your anger."
"The Star Witch is also in Ti City? He's quite filial! Besides, I didn't say it was her, it was you who said it."
"..."
Mo La took a long breath, and the cigarette burned to the end, and then he blew it out. The smoke was like an arrow, hitting the blood demon's face, and he stood up:
"It's a pity that I'm just passing by and can't stay long, so I'm leaving!"
The blood demon didn't mind, but he was just curious: "It's rare for Ticheng to be so lively, why don't you get involved even though everyone is here?"
"Visiting relatives, returning home is as fast as an arrow."
"What kind of relationship do you have with Lone Star of Heavenly Evil? It can't be blood induction... He is quite a psychic."
"We will not respond to personal questions."
Mo La stopped talking, took the coat on one side, kissed the massage girl on the cheek, and then strode out.
Behind the door, she suddenly looked back and smiled, pointed her lips, and blew an extra kiss to the massage girl: "Bye, mother-in-law, I hope there is one more person in the world who hates me.
With just one word, her figure flashed out and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"What a fool!"
The blood demon finally came to his senses, jumped up and wanted to run, but in the end it was too late. The restraint Mo La had previously imposed on the massage girl broke silently due to time limit and intensity issues, and the final spiritual wave spilled out.
The gloomy thoughts coming from an uncertain and distant area are like toxins that grow quickly on the roots of rotten wood after the rain. They quickly appear on the masseuse girl and drive her eyes to shift slightly in their sockets and look over coldly.
.
Damn it!
The blood demon cursed in his heart, but quickly controlled his expression and showed a big smile to the massage girl who had become a temporary parasite:
"Witch, why do you always have time to come here? Brother Star Witch is your signal tower every day, it's really hard..."
The "mushroomed" massage girl stared at him and opened her mouth, but there was no sound. In fact, she "said", but her body and soul were not in harmony, and her mind and body were not synchronized.
The blood demon is not surprised. Even though this dead witch is the strongest psychic in the world, after two transfers over a long distance, she broke through the restrictions set by another supernatural psychic and controlled a strange person.
The physical body is really too difficult.
The "dead witch", that is, the "dead witch" in his mouth, and the "dead witch" in his heart, has never been a patient guy.
After another second, the expression on the heavily made-up face of the massage girl suddenly became very strange. The corners of her lips were slightly hooked, half-smiling, then distorted, misplaced... and even cracked.
The beautiful dealer on the other side happened to see this scene and wanted to scream, but the air was forced into her throat and her whole body convulsed.
At the moment before the whole face was shattered, words finally came out:
"I'm the editor-in-chief."
"I...Okay, okay, even more powerful than a tiger!" The blood demon quickly reached a consensus with this person.
As for whether this person is simply competing with Mo La, or he has a deeper plan; he doesn't care what kind of trouble this overly luxurious editorial department will cause in the future.
The conversation ended and the massage girl also ended her mission.
The result of being forcibly dominated by extraordinary power is that his entire face, and even the skin, flesh and bones above his chest are suddenly torn apart and decomposed, like a rotten watermelon that has been cared for by the wind knife technique, spewing out a large amount of body fluids and juices,
Fell down on the gaming table.
The beautiful dealer's scream finally broke through her throat, and she staggered back, but her 12-centimeter high heels couldn't support her trembling body. She fell to the ground within two steps, and her scream was shaken away.
He just used his hands and feet to step back desperately, trying to distance himself from this terrifying scene and this terrifying person.
Over there, the blood demon didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. He just stretched out his hand and wiped it on his bare chest. As expected, some blood was rubbed on it. He sighed and stretched it to his mouth to lick it.
Lick it and taste it:
"It's sour."
After spitting out the spit, he stretched out his feet and kicked the "former editor-in-chief" who was still unconscious despite being splattered with blood: "Hey, wake up, my editor-in-chief's office is going to be changed into the president's office. It's urgent.
.”
After the man groaned and came to his senses, the blood demon turned back to look at the messy gambling table: "Yes, the number of people who hate you will not increase or decrease, and the business will not lose or make a profit... Just think of it as having fun."
Mo La, who was far away, was probably not heard, and the blood demon was just talking. He sighed again, turned to look at the beautiful dealer who had suffered a mental breakdown, and showed a very candid smile:
"Don't be afraid. I'm not as serious as Mo La. I've always been into meat and vegetables. Anyway, it's like this. Why don't we just let it go and have some fun?"
Heart-rending screams are destined to be unable to transcend the walls of the villa, but the spiritual waves emitted by extremely frightened and desperate people are sharper than any sound waves for keen psychics.
On the street, Mo La, who was walking with his hands in his pockets, curled his lips at this moment, but turned his gaze to the sky, looking at the gloomy clouds, and trying to capture the "dark area" that vaguely existed deeper, and