No matter what Qiao Ziai said, Meng Qing remained indifferent, at least, she did not believe that the bearded people were real mermaids.

Beard, big waist, thick thighs and calves, extremely thin knees and ankles, wearing tight leather pants...

Which mermaid grows up like this?

Not only that, Meng Qing still has a question that she can't figure out: "What are they doing in your house?"

Qiao Ziai lowered her voice and whispered, "Xia Fei and I are going to infiltrate them to obtain information."

"What information?"

"Lu Zhizhou's spiritual power." Qiao Ziai's nose suddenly approached Meng Qing's coat, and sniffed it vigorously, with a greedy and coquettish tone, "It's such a strong spiritual power, I want to have it too."

"Of course it's easy for you to acquire spiritual power. You can do it directly with Lu Zhizhou. There are a lot of tricks. Those who are capable work harder, and the more they do, the more they get." Qiao Ziai suddenly straightened up, tilting her neck and putting on a deadly look, "What do you think?Can I?"

Meng Qing: "..."

Qiao Ziai: "Why don't you call Lu Zhizhou over? If you want to know anything else, you can ask him yourself."

Meng Qing really wanted to call Lu Zhizhou over immediately, but he was busy, what if calling him here now would affect his maintenance of world peace.

"Don't worry." Meng Qing poked open the lid of the milk tea with a straw, pushed open the door of 301 and walked in, "I'll wait for Lu Zhizhou to come back at your house."

As soon as she entered the door, the crowd immediately dispersed like birds and beasts, took their places, and repeated the slogan they had shouted before.

The bearded man faces out the window: "Let the storm come harder! Mermaid's carnival day!"

The little boy raised his arms: "Look! The one flying in the rainstorm is a fallen angel with broken wings!"

The long-clothed man: "The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Once Xiuxian is gone, he will never return."

Gypsy girl: "The poor girl Sai Sai came from the south of the Yangtze River and went to the north of the Yangtze River to obtain the spiritual power of the Dragon King."

"..."

Meng Qing sat on a chair, drank milk tea, and watched their performance quietly.

Gradually, there was no sound in the room. They all watched Meng Qing drinking milk tea, and the girl on the broom even swallowed.

Xia Fei scratched his head: "I invite everyone to drink milk tea."

Beard: "One more fried chicken."

Xia Fei took out his mobile phone and started ordering takeaway.

"No!" Saisai Jinji turned around independently, "Milk tea fried chicken is a magic pill made by cunning humans, the purpose is to erode our will and make us enslaved and driven by them for life."

A little girl riding a broom: "Since they are all magic pills that are not good for our magic power, why don't you take the killing pills made by my grandpa? It's raining today, so my grandpa didn't go out to set up a stall, so he cooked a big pot of killing pills."Wan, after tonight, it will rot in the pot."

Sai Sai was thoughtful: "No wonder I fainted when I performed the Great Teleportation of the Universe just now. It turns out that I took your grandfather's killing pill this morning."

The bearded man walked out the door: "Anyway, I already ate it this morning, why don't I eat it again, maybe I can fight poison with poison."

Xia Fei followed: "I'll pay."

Soon, the bearded man brought a large pot, the lid was lifted, and steam was still coming out.

The scent was very familiar, Meng Qing stood up and took a look.

In the pot are fish balls, fish tofu, beef balls, lamb rolls, etc. This is clearly a pot of Oden!

Meng Qing: "..."

Sai Sai scooped up a bowl of meatballs and snorted, "Human beings are so cunning, magic pills penetrate every hole. Hehe, how can we Jiangnan people give up so easily, I want to test the poison with myself today."

The others each brought a bowl and echoed while scooping up meatballs.

Meng Qing: "..."

When everyone was eating in full swing, suddenly a shadow appeared outside the window.

Meng Qing's line of sight happened to be facing the window of the living room, she was the first to see it, and before she could cry out in surprise, that black shadow kicked the window glass and broke in.

The sound of broken glass caught everyone's attention.

The visitor landed steadily on the floor, without a single piece of glass shards on his body, with a blank expression on his face, without saying a word, he walked towards the door without looking sideways.

No one stopped him.

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"402!" Meng Qing recognized that he was Lu Zhizhou's neighbor and apprentice, who seemed to be called Qin Jin.

Meng Qing chased it out, and 402 had reached the corner of the fourth floor.

He looked back at Meng Qing, as if he had been struggling for a long time, he called out awkwardly: "Master."

Meng Qing: "Hey——"

Before he finished, 402 pressed the escalator, jumped up suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the corridor.

Meng Qing: "???"

Xia Fei carried the bamboo bed on his back, and Qiao Ziai chased him out with a large uncut watermelon in his arms.

"Kang Dang." Xia Fei propped up the bamboo bed at the entrance of the corridor.

Qiao Ziai hugged the watermelon and crawled under the bed.

Meng Qing raised her forehead: "...Don't get in, come out, 402 has already left."

Qiao Ziai was laying on the bottom of the bed anxiously gnawing on the watermelon rind with her front teeth. When she heard 402 left, she slammed her forehead on the watermelon and sobbed: "Dragon King's apprentice, it feels like flying."

Meng Qing squatted down, hooked her head to look at Qiao Ziai at the bottom of the bed: "Didn't you say that you and Xia Fei were suppressed by Lu Zhizhou's magic, as long as 402 appeared, you and Xia Fei would eat melons with your backs on the bed?"

Qiao Ziai nodded: "Yes, that's right."

Meng Qing: "But how do I look at it, you look like you are enjoying it? It doesn't look like you have been coerced by magic at all."

"It's all caused by mental power!"

Qiao Ziai punched the watermelon, and the watermelon burst instantly, with a layer of red watermelon flesh on the back of his hand.

Meng Qing quickly waved her hand: "Okay, okay, I believe it, you are very angry and you are in pain."

Xia Fei got up, checked Qiao Ziai's hand, wiped off the watermelon pulp on the back of the hand, the skin was intact, Xia Fei praised: "Good fist."

Qiao Zi loves to snort at him: "If next time you move your back on the bed as slowly as today, I will smash your brains with this fist."

Xia Fei blew on the back of her hand like coaxing a child, and agreed without principle: "Okay, okay."

Meng Qing: "..."

The living room lacked a window, and there was rain coming in. Everyone was facing the wind and rain, eating Oden and discussing where 402 came from. How many levels of his skill has now been refined...

Why 402 came and why it left has always been a mystery, and no one knows.

Meng Qing was even more unclear.

In the past few days, especially at night, the single bed sometimes bumped against the wall. Meng Qing was worried that the next door would hear her, so she begged Lu Zhizhou to slow down.

Lu Zhizhou told her that there was no one next door, 402 and 403 didn't live here, and the entire fourth floor was just the two of them.

Where did the 402 come from?

After thinking about it for a while, Meng Qing's ears turned red immediately, and she covered her face with her hands: "The boat of dead land."

After everyone finished cooking a whole pot of oden, the rain stopped and the sky gradually darkened.

Looking at the darkened sky outside the window, Meng Qing remembered that Lu Zhizhou said that he would definitely come back before dark, and was about to send a message to ask him, when the door of room 301 was knocked open.

Lu Zhizhou appeared at the door with rain on his shoulders and hair.

All the guesswork and discomfort were instantly taken up by joy, Meng Qing just wanted to rush over and hug him.

As a result, before Meng Qing had time to stand up from the chair, she saw——

Lu Zhizhou suddenly put his hands on his forehead, put on a cool and shameful middle school domineering posture, and said in a low voice: "If I become a demon, what will I do!"