"Yeah?"

Mo Yun withdrew his hand and put the black armor on his body, his face calm and he didn't say anything more.

Huang Yingwei next to him pulled the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Follow the stairs to the ground floor, here is a circular corridor with dozens of rooms on the corridor.

Zhao Yuan distributed room keys to everyone, then introduced the restaurant and bar in the central location, and left.

Mo Yun and Huang Yingwei lived in a double room. He opened the door with the key, pushed it open and walked in, and turned on the light.

A pale white light illuminates the room.

This place is a bit similar to the youth hostel in the real world. It has two simple beds, no windows in the room, but special exhaust pipes, and the air is still circulating.

The ground is just ordinary cement floor, without flooring, and it is slightly rough when stepped on.

No wallpaper, no carpet, no refrigerator, no TV, and no separate bathroom.

If you want to go to the toilet, you need to go to the public toilet outside to solve the problem.

There are two wooden beds in the center of the room, with hay and mats on it, as well as a pillow and a quilt.

Perhaps it was because it was underground, it was raining outside, the room was wet and a little cold.

The conditions here are indeed very simple, but they are much better than the Hope Sanctuary where Mo Yun first lived.

At least there is a door in the room here, and there is only a curtain there.

Mo Yun shrugged and did not go to bed. He spread the mat on the bed on the ground, then calmly sat down cross-legged, and began to practice the Yanyang true skills.

Huang Yingwei took off his black armor on his body, threw it on the ground, then jumped onto the bed, lay on the bed, with his head resting on his arms, staring at the ceiling, with a bored expression on his face.

"I said, you are too hardworking, right?" Huang Yingwei said, "Don't you think that cultivation is boring?"

"It's okay, it's okay if you get used to it." Mo Yun said lightly.

"Abnormal..." Huang Yingwei shrugged and sighed, "If I have worked so hard as you, now I should be in the state of freedom and become the youngest elder in the sect."

Mo Yun grinned when he heard this.

This is simply an invincible Versailles speech...

However, Huang Yingwei's talent for cultivation is indeed very terrifying. As long as the topics related to cultivation are concerned, he basically talks about them and knows many levels of knowledge.

Every time Mo Yun talks to him, he can gain a lot.

Moreover, Mo Yun had never seen Huang Yingwei practice. Every day, he seemed to be sleeping, eating, or fighting.

In fact, Huang Yingwei is the real pervert...

"Are you testing that Zhao Yuan just now?" Mo Yun asked.

"Yes, try whatever you want." Huang Yingwei's tone revealed a strong sense of boredom, "Didn't you test it too?"

"At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this person, but... it's hard to say. I feel that he seems to be hiding something from us, and his expression is a little unnatural." Mo Yun said calmly.

"If you think it's wrong, then..." Huang Yingwei's eyes moved, "Why don't we go out? Try it again?"

"Get out of here?"

"Yes, this is their territory. What if they blow up the place and bury all of us underground?"

Huang Yingwei sat up suddenly, and an excited light flashed in his eyes.

"Why do I think you are just trying to find trouble..." Mo Yun said helplessly.

While the two were talking, Mo Yun suddenly heard something that seemed to be coming from outside the door.

He and Huang Yingwei calmed down at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, a knock on the door sounded.

A weak voice came out, "Brother Huang, Brother Mo, have you slept?"

"Not yet." Mo Yun heard the other party's voice, "Come in, the door is not locked."

The door handle turned gently, and a girl in a white dress carefully pushed open the door and walked in.

"What's the matter?" Huang Yingwei asked lazily on the bed.

"That... I just looked at it. There is a cocktail party in the lobby... and a restaurant. Do you want to go and have something to eat?"

Shang Yongyi's daughter, Shang Yingxuan, asked tentatively.

"Well." Huang Yingwei glanced at Mo Yun sitting cross-legged by the bed, "Are you going?"

"It's good to go and have a look." Mo Yun nodded.

"good."

"Then you wait outside for us and come soon." Mo Yun said.

"Okay." The girl nodded and slowly left the room.

"She seems to be interested in you..." Mo Yun looked at Huang Yingwei.

Huang Yingwei jumped out of the bed suddenly, "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's go."

"Okay." Mo Yun smiled and shrugged.

The two walked out of the room together. When Shang Yingxuan saw Huang Yingwei coming out, she immediately smiled happily, pulled his arm and walked towards the restaurant.

Mo Yun behind him was alone and slowly followed.

The hall outside was bustling with people coming and going.

As Zhao Yuan said, there was a cocktail party and a very rich buffet, and there were waiters here. When they saw them walking in, they welcomed them very enthusiastically.

"Several, what do you want to eat?"

"Let's take a look." Huang Yingwei waved his hand.

"Okay. Just pick up whatever you want." The waiter stepped back respectfully again.

"Grilled Chicken?" Without taking two steps, Huang Yingwei pinched a chicken leg from the plate next to him.

"Can you eat it?" Mo Yun asked.

"I don't know." Huang Yingwei pinched the chicken legs and sniffed them at the tip of his nose, "It seems that there is no problem."

After saying that, he put the chicken legs into his mouth, creaking, and chewed all the bones and swallowed them.

The few people standing next to him all opened their eyes and looked at him blankly, and some people couldn't help but take a few steps back.

This guy looks so shocking when eating.

“Is it necessary?”

Mo Yun was a little helpless, although he hadn't eaten similar meat food for a long time.

However, practicing the Yanyang True Art for several hours every day is a process of absorbing energy between heaven and earth to replenish yourself.

In fact, his demand for food from the outside world is no longer huge.

As for Huang Yingwei's performance, it is entirely because he likes to eat.

Mo Yun didn't eat anything, but just drank a few sips of wine. This thing is a rare and rare resource in the doomsday world.

Shang Yingxuan was wearing a white dress, which was particularly eye-catching among the evolvers wearing animal skins, and attracted a lot of attention.

But she didn't care about this, she just followed Huang Yingwei and looked at him steadily, her eyes staying close to Huang Yingwei.

"This lady is here in Xia Yanchi, I want to invite you a drink."

A young man in black animal skin strode over and said to Shang Yingxuan with a smile.

"I'm not interested, you drink it yourself." Shang Yingxuan refused the young man indifferently.

"Is this your companion?"

Yan Chi was still unwilling to give up. He looked at Huang Yingwei's body shape and couldn't help but take a step back, but he saw Mo Yun next to him.

"If you don't walk away..." Suddenly, a tall figure blocked the light in front of his face.

Huang Yingwei was almost one head taller than Yan Chi. At this moment, he stood in front of him and looked down at the young man from a high place.

"I..." Yan Chi's body trembled, he took a few steps one after another, and his face turned pale.

"What do you want to do to the young master?" Suddenly, behind Yan Chi, a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression took out his pistol.

"Dare you pointing a gun at me?" Huang Yingwei narrowed his eyes, "The last person who dared to do this did not see the sun the next day."

"Haha..." The middle-aged man sneered, unmoved.

"Don't be excited, two." When Zhao Yuan, who was standing next to him, hurried over and stopped the middle-aged man.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man wearing a light green robe strode over, "I am Fang Hongjun, the hotel manager. Can several guests give me a face?"

"Hmph, forget it this time, our young master's safety cannot be missed." Seeing the manager appearing in person, the middle-aged man snorted coldly and put down his pistol.

On the other hand, Shang Yingxuan also grabbed Huang Yingwei's arm and advised, "Brother Huang, let it go..."

She knew what consequences would be if Huang Yingwei took action.
To be continued...