On March 6, 2000, at the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Center, which was the venue of the jewelry exhibition held by the Ildong Group, the catwalk was already full of people from all walks of life, who were interested in these jewelry or just interested in those models, but fortunately, these people claimed to be upper-class people, so there was no ugly phenomenon.

Kim Jung-chung stood alone on the edge of the catwalk, watching the people around him, after all, the Ildong Group attached so much importance to protecting the legendary cursed 'Angel's Tears', and gave a lot of money, if anything went wrong, his master Ma Xiaoling would definitely want him to look good.

"Master is really, I am your apprentice, I can also pretend to be your assistant. That way I can go to the backstage as well. Jin Zhengzhong muttered in fragments, but he only dared to complain when Ma Xiaoling was away, and he was more jealous of Wang Xiaoming.

So, where is Wang Xiaoming, who is jealous of Kim Zhengzhong, at the moment? The answer is self-evident, he was watching the models change their clothes backstage, because he said that he was Ma Xiaoling's assistant, so no one stopped him from entering the backstage, so he blatantly looked at the beauties in the background.

But after looking at it for a while, he just went to his interest, not because of anything else, but because the makeup of these models is really weird, perhaps in order to highlight the jewelry more, the outfits of these models have almost no characteristics, and almost all of them are disguised as public faces.

"What the hell are you looking at?" After Ma Xiaoling put on makeup, when she came back and saw Wang Xiaoming's appearance, a fire suddenly ignited in her heart.

"Look at beautiful women, such opportunities are not common." Wang Xiaoming smiled, not hiding his intentions at all.

"Look at it, but don't forget that we have jobs in the tens of thousands." Ma Xiaoling wanted to be angry, but she felt that she was not him, so she forcibly held back her anger and said indifferently.

"Don't worry, it won't be a problem, oh, by the way, your clothes have arrived." Wang Xiaoming smiled slightly, and then handed the clothes in his hand to Ma Xiaoling.

Ma Xiaoling took the clothes and walked into the dressing room a little unhappily, originally these models did not have a dressing room, but Ma Xiaoling's special, and it was the final finale, and it was just a walk, and there was no need to change clothes directly in the background like other models.

"Joey Ma, Joey Ma, is Joey Ma here?" A man hurried in, shouting inside.

Joy Ma is a name given by Ma Xiaoling casually, after all, this place seems to be very popular with this kind of foreign name, especially among models, in order not to appear too unique, so Ma Xiaoling also gave an English name according to the local customs.

"What's wrong? I'm her assistant. Wang Xiaoming walked over and asked.

"Is there any mistake, it's time for her to play, what are you doing?" The man said angrily.

"She's changing clothes, and we're meant to be special guests, so it doesn't seem like you're in charge." Wang Xiaoming said angrily.

If the other party just spoke like this, he wouldn't be like this, but since he roared crookedly, there was no need to give him face, anyway, Ma Xiaoling and he were both invited by the organizers, and these staff members couldn't care about them at all.

"What happened?" Ma Xiaoling's voice came from behind.

"No ·····" After Wang Xiaoming said three words, he was stunned, he didn't expect that Ma Xiaoling, who had changed into a dress and brought Angel Tears, would be really good-looking.

"Isn't it time to play?" Ma Xiaoling's voice is still faint, but the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, and it can be seen that she seems to be in a good mood at the moment.

"Ah, well, it's time to play, remember to be careful in a moment." Wang Xiaoming came back to his senses, nodded and said.

"I'm a descendant of the Ma family, be careful." Ma Xiaoling smiled lightly, and then followed the person before to the stage.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Ma Xiaoling's back for a while, and then followed quickly, standing on the side of the stage and quietly watching Ma Xiaoling's stage debut. It can be seen that Ma Xiaoling enjoys the feeling of standing on the stage surrounded by flashing lights, the smile on her face remains unchanged after a show, and her steps are a little lighter.

Wang Xiaoming stood on the right side of the stage, quietly watching Ma Xiaoling's catwalk, but remembered what the other party said when he saw Ma Danna before, I have to say that the women of the Ma family are really hard enough, because of the tricks of fate to live such a hard life.

He felt that Ma Xiaoling only thought about a woman of her current age at this moment, as if at this moment she had let go of her responsibilities and obligations as the heir of the Ma family and enjoyed the feeling of being the focus of everyone.

But unfortunately, reality is reality, and Ma Xiaoling's ease and happiness did not last long, because she suddenly found that there was one less person among the models behind the stage. This made Ma Xiaoling finally remember her work, and the smile on the corner of her mouth faded instantly.

A burst of footsteps sounded, even if the music did not stop at the moment, but Ma Xiaoling could still easily hear the footsteps, she stood in the center of the stage, quietly looking at a woman walking towards her, a woman wearing black leather pants and a windbreaker, with an expressionless face.

"I knew it wasn't going to be that simple." Ma Xiaoling muttered in a low voice.

And at this time, the woman had already risen into the air, and a flying posture attacked Ma Xiaoling, to be precise, the angel tears on Ma Xiaoling's neck. However, Ma Xiaoling is not a simple person, she confused the other party with a flick of the scarf around her neck, and then directly tore off the hem of the evening dress on her body and turned it into a miniskirt.

"Who are you?" Unable to strike, the woman in the black trench coat asked with a frown.

"Ma Xiaoling, in the cleaning business!" Ma Xiaoling held the exorcist sword drawn from her waist in her hand and lightly reported her name.

It's a pity that this woman in black doesn't seem to know the name Ma Xiaoling, she looks up to the sky and roars, her eyes turn white, and two fangs protrude from her mouth, at this time, as long as she is not blind, she can know that this woman does not seem to be human.

"Yo, zombies, it's hard to see." Wang Xiaoming didn't know when he was standing next to Ma Xiaoling, holding the other party's makeup box in his hand.

"Red, green, yellow, gray, and white, they are the fifth generation, and they can handle it," Ma Xiaoling said lightly, as if she was very confident in herself.

At this time, the models who were still standing behind the stage suddenly began to look up to the sky and roar, one by one turning into black-eyed zombies, these black-eyed zombies can be said to be some walking dead, without much superpower, but just more strength.

"I'll go, there's so much more." Wang Xiaoming looked at the zombies behind him with his exorcism wand in his hand, but he didn't look scared.

"I'll deal with this one, and I'll leave the rest to you." Ma Xiaoling said a word, and then brandished her exorcism sword and started a fierce battle with the fifth-generation zombie.