Chapter 530

"Mr. Mickley, Mr. muryan, they are having a massage in the lounge on the 18th floor. Can I arrange it for you?"

In the lobby of the seven-star hotel, Michael's exclusive housekeeper came to him and bowed down and asked respectfully.

"OK, please!" Michely smiled and went straight to the 18th floor under the guidance of the other party.

"BUCKLE!"

"Jin ~"

There was a leisurely cry inside the door. Michael immediately heard who the owner of the voice was and thought about it in his heart.

Soon, the door was opened, and Mickey grinned flawlessly and walked straight 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 rest room was filled with more than ten massage seats, large and small, including the three silent words. All the elves except Geng ghost were counted as one, and all were arranged with masseuses.

The strange sounds of yin and yang can be heard all the time, but they all reveal a feeling of enjoyment.

Silently, he said a lazy hello to Mickey, which woke him up.

"Tut Tut, I haven't seen this scene yet. You... Will enjoy it."

Even mickle, a coquettish genius, didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment.

"Well, seven-star hotels are good. These additional services are really good. You can try them," murmured, never mentioning the performance conference, and asked mikoli to join them.

"... OK, I'll try!"

Mikaeli grinned and promised that he still needed to communicate with silent words about things during the day, so he had to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.

This kind of feeling, he mews like accompanying customers!

Michely told the waiter to move a massage chair and put it next to silent speech. He enjoyed the massage absently, turned his head and closed his eyes to ignore his silent speech.

It's hard to talk at this time, isn't it?

Michael thought so, he could only bear it and try to enjoy the rare massage time.

Then, the lounge fell into a silence again, but a strange cry came from time to time, which made passers-by look at it one after another.

Time flowed away like water. After another half an hour, they said silently that they would take back all the elves who had enjoyed the massage.

"I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep after the massage." mark yawned lazily, his eyes blurred, and I could see that he was really sleepy.

"It's getting late, Michelle. If there's nothing wrong, we'll go back and have a rest." silent nodded and turned to look at Michelle with some dazed eyes.

Obviously, the massage is very comfortable and he enjoys it.

"Huh... Huh? Something, something! " Michael just nodded to promise, and then finally remembered what he had come for, so he immediately woke up three points.

"What's up, say it?" Silent words, arms in both hands, a face, please start your performance.

"Cough! Well, I got a very talented scorpion from a friend some time ago.

But I've never trained such elves. I'm afraid I can't explore its maximum potential, so I want to find a trainer worthy of trust. "

Mickle took out a sky blue tennis ball as he spoke.

"So?" Silent Yan raised his eyebrows, grinned and said softly.

"Before evolution, the scorpion is poison + insect, and after evolution, it is poison + evil.

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

The blue light flashed, and a different color scorpion with red body appeared at the feet of the people. The different color immediately attracted the eyes of the three people.

At the same time, dark power · energy exploration also synchronously fed back the insect talent of the scorpion.

Prospective king!

In addition, even mikaeli praised him. With his current status, the poison talent will not be weaker than the quasi Heavenly King level.

The most rare thing is that the body is red and looks very handsome. The evolved Dragon King Scorpio will not be bad.

But this reparation is a little tricky!

Although Mo Yan thought that Michael would give him some compensation, he didn't expect to be such a top-grade scorpion!

If he takes it, he will owe mickle instead. This is not his original intention.

More importantly, from beginning to end, Michael didn't apologize to him personally, but thought that the problem could be solved by bringing a scorpion.

"Pintail scorpion is very good, but it doesn't belong to me." silent Yan looked at Michael, smiled and pushed the tennis ball back.

Miccoli looked at the scene in amazement, his palms clenched tightly, and his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled tightly for the first time.

It's been a long time. I haven't been directly rejected for a long time, and can't you see the talent of this scorpion?

Do you know what you rejected?

Michael is so good at smiling that even now, he can still keep smiling, but he says silently that they have seen the ugliest.

Finally, Michael slowly put down his tennis hand, but his heart was still in a trance. I asked for your forgiveness, but you still didn't accept it... Then don't accept it!

However, Michael 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 participate.

Perhaps, there are too many licking dogs around, which makes michely really think that he is different from the past.

Taking the initiative to show weakness and compensate is already the greatest apology, isn't it?

"Michael, are you okay tomorrow?"

"Huh? It's all right for the time being. What's the matter? "Michael was stunned, but nodded.

"Then fight with me. I won't pursue the previous things."

"Are you sure? Now I...... "

"I'm sure! Dare you? " Silent speech directly interrupts michely and says provocatively.

"Well, that's what you said."

"Rest early and see you on the battlefield tomorrow morning!" Silent smiled, took Mark and George around Mickley and strode to his room.

"That's it? You really don't want that heterochromatic scorpion? " Mark asked impatiently, with an expression of great loss.

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

"So you invited him to fight. Can you fight?" George made a sudden noise, and there was no lack of concern in his words.

You know, Michael is a terrible thick and thin hair trainer. His strength has been growing explosively in recent years.

Even if the other party sent a king level elf tomorrow, George was not surprised.

"If you can't fight well, you'll have to fight to know. Michael's current state is nothing like..." he said silently, and his voice decreased.