After successfully finding the triangle button, Zhang Ning came to a room full of Thai style.

The room is lined with a Buddhist shrine in the center, reed-woven roller blinds on the four walls, a beige incense burner emitting green smoke, and two neat bamboo beds and two white spa cabins are symmetrically placed on both sides of the room.

This is a room in the hotel spa club.

Switching from the series of bloody battle scenes just now to this relaxing spa massage room, Zhang Ning felt a sense of impatience to relax.

He looked around the room, thinking about what could be looted.

He suddenly noticed that in the cabinet next to the sink, there were bottles of essential oils with colorful shapes full of mystery. Each bottle exudes a mysterious and mysterious aura, and you can see that the quality is extraordinary at a glance.

Suddenly, in the center of the room, a strange spatial distortion appeared in the same place as where Zhang Ning had just appeared.

Zhang Ning hurriedly put on the Spider-Man mask, pasted the invisibility charm, and hid next to the sink.

In the next second, three yellow coats and money rattails appeared in the room.

Zhang Ning guessed that they had either found the magical triangle, or they had gained something and automatically teleported here.

Sure enough, after they cautiously observed the surroundings, their faces were full of joy, and one of them said with a smile: "Little Bizi, you are still clever, and the eye of this teleportation array has made you feel it." ”

The other smiled stupidly and said, "Brother Cai, after I entered this palace, I started to touch the wall, thinking that I would definitely find the mechanism, no, as soon as you passed, I just found it." ”

The third ordinary-looking Qingfeng Sect disciple said, "Don't talk about it, hurry up and find the immortal weapon." ”

After looking around again, the three of them began to run to Zhang Ning's hiding place.

Zhang Ning began to use his divine sense to contact several attacking magic weapons in the volute space.

However, the three money rats didn't take a few steps before they were nailed to the spot in a daze.

A lewd old monk with his body hunched up, his clothes so dirty that he couldn't see his original color, and his whole body exuded a strange smell, slowly showed his figure. He was also in the realm of consummation in the late stage of foundation building, and after glancing at the three Qingfeng Sect disciples, he seemed to inadvertently glance at Zhang Ning's hidden place.

Zhang Ning was vigilant in his heart and was ready to defend himself against the enemy at any time.

But the old monk did not attack immediately, but confidently walked to the essential oil storage cabinet.

"Old man Lu Maoxian, you need these immortal dew alchemy. A few little dolls go elsewhere. ”

Zhang Ning almost laughed out loud, how old is it to build a perfect foundation, and he has cultivated immortals to the point of being faceless for so many years?—— wait, Lu Maoxian? An old rascal in the mortal world somehow got the fairy fate, stumbled and was surprisingly lucky to cultivate to the consummation of the foundation building period. But since then, good luck seems to have abandoned him, and the realm has not improved for more than a hundred years, and Shouyuan is almost here. This time it should be that the camp has finally got a chance to explore the secret realm, hoping to fight against the water. And the reason why this guy who is still deceived in the cultivation realm has not been killed by other monks is because his unique alchemy is close to the realm of grandmasters, and many monks in the Jindan period can't compare to him, so under the entanglement of interests and mutual use, he has been jumping until now.

Lu Maoxian suddenly stopped, and stretched out a cup of wax on the table next to him with his eroded and yellowed hand.

Why didn't he go straight to the essential oil cabinet, but start from his side, Zhang Ning guessed afterwards, maybe it was to give him time to leave the hideout of the essential oil storage cabinet automatically. The reason why he reached out to get it in person, instead of taking it from the air, made Zhang Ning very puzzled.

The moment Lu Maoxian touched the cup of wax, it really changed dramatically.

In the whole room, all those cups of wax that silently emitted a soft shimmer in the corners and corners all rose up with a three-foot-high red flame, and at the same time, the two spa cabins seemed to have been discussed, and at the same time, one took a big mouth, one bit the tail of the Qingfeng faction, and the other bit Lu Maoxian, and then tilted his head and swallowed the two of them into his mouth, the lid closed, and the heat steamed. The remaining two Qingfeng Sect disciples were tightly bound by the thorny black vines sticking out from under the bamboo bed, screaming and dragging them under the bed.

Zhang Ning, who has the protagonist's aura protector, is safe and sound.

After a few breaths, a troll with pale skin and fangs that was three meters tall and dressed in a masseur's costume that had been cracked apart walked into the room.

It was the second hotel staff member Zhang Ning had ever met...... Could it be that this hotel is from a post-Resident Evil world?

After seeing the troll, the two spa pods jumped up and down like their owner's pet dogs, scrambling to open the hatch, revealing a white, yellow and wrinkled body to ask their owner for credit.

The troll grabbed the yellow wrinkled one and threw it out. There was a puddle of broken flesh and bones in the corner of the wall on Zhang Ning's left, and a high-grade storage ring bounced twice and landed at Zhang Ning's feet.

The troll turned around and kicked the spa pod that had swallowed Lu Maoxian away, it rolled around a few times, spilling a long water stain, and after standing firm, it shrank into the corner next to the bamboo bed, and hummed and wailed lowly.

Looking at this situation, it should be that the troll disliked the old Sanxiu's poor meat quality and discarded it casually, and then punished the spa cabin without vision.

Next, the troll began to happily dispose of the little fresh meat of the Breeze Pie.

The cleaned monks of the Breeze Sect were picked up by the trolls and thrown on the bamboo bed, and the excess hairs such as the money rat tail were cut off, and there was not a single one left. It grabbed something similar to sea salt from the clay pot next to it and began to exfoliate the little fresh meat, skillfully and skillfully.

When it was almost done, the troll let out a low sound, and the spa cabin at his feet spread its little short legs and rushed towards Zhang Ning. Zhang Ning was almost about to fight back in self-defense, but the spa pod stopped a few steps away, it stretched out its long blood-red tongue, deftly rolled up a few bottles of essential oil, and turned and ran back to the troll's feet.

The troll took the essential oil, evenly applied it to every corner of the little fresh meat, and then began to press, rub, push, take, knead, rub, pinch, point, buckle, roll, pinch, and rub...... A series of perfect massage techniques made Zhang Ning stunned.

The bones were unwound, and then the troll sprinkled petals and mint leaves on its white flesh, and finally placed hot black "power stones" and pushed them into the fireplace on the opposite wall.

After a few breaths, the room filled the room with the disgusting smell of barbecue.

The troll pulled out the roast meat and chewed it, the fat dripping from the corners of its mouth, the minced meat splashing, and the spa cabin jumping open to catch the fallen minced flesh and bones.

It only took about ten breaths for the troll to finish eating, kick the spa pod at his feet, and leave through the spatial passage that appeared out of thin air in the center of the room.

As soon as the space passage was closed, Zhang Ning immediately put away Lu Maoxian's storage ring, and didn't touch those bottles of essential oils, but went straight to the bottom of the bamboo bed—the two Qingfeng Sect disciples had already been sucked into human dryness.

When Zhang Ning shook his head and was about to hurry up to sweep the essential oil bottle, a malicious bark sounded, and Zhang Ning's backhand was a vernier caliper, smashing the spa cabin in the corner with a wail.

But it was still a step too late, the space in the middle of the house was distorted, and one of the trolls' thighs had already stepped in again.