Early on Sunday morning, Mo Xiaoyou really found that he was a little sore and weak when he got up.

This is what Qin Chaoxin said, the precursor to mutation?

I don't know if my body can stimulate any abilities, thinking about the abilities of all kinds of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder and ice, and what kind of abilities, Mo Xiaoyou can't help but start to look forward to it.

But even if she doesn't have the ability, she is confident that she can survive these last days. With her training in the past few years, with the knowledge she put into her head in previous years.

Turning sideways on the bed, one hand rubbing under the bed, until the gun she had hidden under the bed was taken out again, and Mo Xiaoyou's heart settled down even more.

She turned her head to look at Ziqiang, who was sleeping peacefully on another single bed on the side, and her heart was even more stable - at least this child had not yet appeared as Qin Chaoxin said, with a blue face and bruises on his head.

After three polite knocks on the door, the voice outside the door was slightly hoarse compared to yesterday:

"203 guests, breakfast has been prepared in the kitchen below, if you get up, please come to the restaurant together, we have some emergencies to notify."

Hearing this voice, the ink demon hid the gun under the bed, and then got up from the soaking body over, and heard the hoarse voice behind the door and called all the way to the door, her eyes looked carefully outside through the cat's eye to make sure that there was no one.

It wasn't until he walked far away, and when he was almost at the end of the hallway, that the little demon opened the door a crack, and the pungent stench suddenly broke into her nose, causing her to almost cough.

Strangely, she didn't make any sound when she opened the door, but the man who had clearly walked to the corner of the corridor spotted her keenly, and before he could turn his head, the voice had already come:

"This guest ......"

His movements were a little stiff, but his voice was full of joy, and the little demon stood at this end of the corridor and watched the other party staggering towards him, and said expressionlessly:

"I'm not feeling well, don't bother me if something happens today."

As she spoke, the gun in her hand was pointed at one meter under the opponent's feet, and with a "bang", it completely stopped the other party's move to stop her from closing the door.

Frightened by Mo Xiaoyou's actions, the other party obviously didn't understand what was going on, his mind was a little confused now, but he instinctively sensed that the guest just now was very powerful, and now he ...... It's dangerous.

She shook her head helplessly, and then stiffly turned her head to knock on the door of another tenant.

"Hey...... Hello ......"

The pleasant voice of the front desk became slightly sluggish, and in the interval between the words, the ink demon seemed to hear the sound of sucking saliva.

"Hello, please help me pick up room 206."

“2…… 0…… 6 rooms, you wait. ”

The memory of the three numbers of 206 seems to be very difficult, and the front desk lady seems to have tried hard to memorize it, and then finally dialed the inside line.

"Hello? Potato! ”

"Hello? Sweet potato! “

Mo Xiaoyou listened amusefully to Chenchen in an extremely mysterious voice, quickly and nervously cashing out the code, as if they were playing the joint code of the police thief when they were children.

"Xiao Mo, how are you over there?"

Hearing Mo Xiaoyou's calm voice, Chenchen's voice revealed worry, joy, and hope.

"All the codes on my side, Xiaozhuzi is still sleeping, how are you over there? What about small logs and small pimples? ”

Xiao Mu and Xiao Pimple were the two children who followed Chenchen yesterday, and when they heard Mo Xiaoyou ask, Chenchen's voice had a few more crying sounds at this moment:

"Xiao Mo, what should I do?! The little pimple began to have a fever, and the little wood never woke up. ”