Chapter 71
In order to prevent the large temperature difference between indoor and outdoor from causing discomfort to travelers who have just arrived at the hotel, Wenbei has deliberately raised the overall temperature in the hotel a little tonight. Although it is not stuffy, this cool feeling will indeed make people feel comfortable for a moment.
Qiu Ting had a smile in his eyes as he approached a little bit: "You..."
His words came to an abrupt end because the dagger that had been hidden under Wen Bei's pillow was pressing against his lower abdomen.
The muscles under the shirt are taut, revealing powerful lines.
Qiu Tin's eyes darkened.
Wen Bei did not waver at all, and the strength in his hands did not lighten, as if the dagger would cut him if he dared to get any closer.
He blinked his cat eyes and emphasized again: "I'm sleepy."
So please get out of here quickly with your rogue superpowers.
Qiu Ting didn't get angry but laughed instead. The "tail" that had already climbed onto the young man's flexible waist rubbed it reluctantly, leaving a little red mark.
"Don't act like a spoiled brat."
The man's voice was hoarse, as if he was trying hard to endure something.
behave in a spoiled manner?
Wen Bei's expression went blank for a moment.
Before he could react again, the man had already stood up and retracted his supernatural power. His eyes were clear and contained a hint of subtle tenderness. "Good night."
...
The next day.
The huge changes that took place in the hotel really made everyone feel surprised and horrified.
They asked around, but no one knew what had happened last night.
Some of them did not sleep all night and did not hear any movement.
The next day, I quietly discovered that the hotel had transformed from a small wooden villa into an entire manor, and the mist swirling outside showed the unfathomable strength of this hotel.
Some people who originally had some ulterior motives no longer dared to think about it.
For someone with this ability, crushing them in a hotel is as easy as crushing an ant.
Wen Bei pretended not to see the surprised and confused expressions of the crowd and continued to calmly open the hotel door for business.
His effortless demeanor made him look even more sophisticated in the eyes of others. His natural arrogance made him look like a noble aristocrat as he moved among the invited guests.
The man who had heatstroke yesterday has fully recovered. He came to Wen Bei with a grateful look on his face to express his gratitude.
Like most travelers, he felt that the presence of Wenbei was like a savior. The pollution level, which had been in a critical condition due to his weakened body caused by heat stroke, had stabilized to a safe level.
Wen Bei curled the corners of his mouth at him, revealing a polite smile that could be captured in slow motion even with a top-notch camera: "You're welcome."
This smile stunned the man who had suffered from heatstroke, and his heart beat faster and faster uncontrollably.
Wen Bei: "Did you encounter any difficulties on the road?"
Generally speaking, people who frequently go in and out of polluted areas know how precious water resources are. It is difficult to find clean water that can be drunk directly in polluted areas, so they will prepare enough water before setting off.
But the polluter who suffered from heatstroke had been in a state of dehydration for a long time when he fainted in the hotel.
He hadn't had a drop of water for at least five days, and the weather outside was extremely hot. An ordinary person would have died long ago.
He was lucky to have made it this far.
The man with heatstroke swallowed, the fear still in his eyes: "Yes, it's someone from the Holy Progressive Church."
Wen Bei was stunned for a moment.
This was the second time he had heard of this sect.
It turned out that the ones attacking him were not filthy things, but that evil cult.
Wen Bei: "Can you tell me more about it?"
The rabbit butler was summoned and brought a bowl of peach shaved ice.
After seeing the shaved ice, the man who had suffered from heatstroke became wide-eyed and told everyone everything about his tragic experience.
He originally accepted a mission to escort important documents from an abandoned research institute to the base. There were several high-level polluters in his team, including people from the Huang Qian Guild and the White Eagle Guild.
Both guilds sent out quite reliable talents.
In the abandoned research institute, they encountered a 3A-level filth that was distorted from a datura flower. The people in the team risked their lives to escort the document out safely.
Unexpectedly, just when they thought things would go smoothly, the people from the Shengjin Church came out to block their way like a mantis stalking a cicada.
Having just experienced a fierce battle, they were no match for those lunatics on the brink of collapse.
One of the polluters who possessed spatial abilities trapped them in an invisible space, watching them as if they were ants trying to escape.
No matter what special power you use from the inside, it will be swallowed up by that space.
The outside world can still hurt them.
So those polluters were tortured to death.
He was the only one left, and due to the special nature of his superpowers, he underwent a paralysis and faked death.
In the end, the bodies of everyone in the convoy were thrown into the polluted area by the Holy Jin Church to feed the filth, and only he secretly escaped from under the corpses.
He suffered a lot of torture and had no supplies on him. He was thirsty, hungry and suffered inhuman torture, which is how he got heatstroke.
After hearing what he said, Wen Bei's eyes flashed with thought: "So that information was also taken away?"
The man with heatstroke nodded. "Yes, that information is top secret, and we don't have the authority to open it, so even we ourselves don't know what we are escorting."
When he said this, a self-deprecating expression appeared on his face.
Until their death, everyone in the convoy was still thinking about the document that was vital to the base. The document was taken away by forcibly prying open the stiff fingers of the corpses, but no one knew what was hidden in the document.
Wen Bei: "Do you still remember what those people looked like?"
The man with heatstroke recalled those painful memories, and his expression became very uncomfortable. "There was a girl with short pink hair and a person covered in bird feathers. Only they were exposed. Everyone else was covered tightly in white robes."
He was obviously not willing to have a deep conversation, so Wen Bei didn't feel embarrassed.
While they were talking, Qiu Tin came over from somewhere, with an undeniably powerful aura. Just by standing between the two of them, the man with heatstroke turned pale.
He felt uncomfortable all over after being glanced at by Qiu Ting, and quickly found an excuse to leave.
Recently, Wenbei has been welcoming new guests at the hotel's cashier counter.
Many tourists who come to the hotel want to find an opportunity to get close to Wenbei, but the final outcome is similar. They will be forced away by someone who follows them like a wolfhound.
So some strange rumors began to spread in the hotel - about the relationship between the hotel owner and the man with red eyes.
Most people tacitly believe that it must be what they think.
With such a ferocious dragon guarding the treasure, even bounty hunters dare not act rashly.
This is also the main reason why Wen Bei has not encountered any fanatical pursuers in the hotel so far.
In the end times, violence and beauty like to be put together. With a stunning face and a hotel that can create miracles for mankind, Wen Bei only needs to wave his hand, and most of the polluters in the hotel will rush forward and bow down to him willingly.
Wen Bei also allowed Qiu Ting to drive away all the male creatures around him like a wild beast building a nest. He seemed not to notice the man's overflowing partiality.
Little do they know that their indulgence is another driving force for people to develop dark thoughts.
Qiu Tin looked at him and wanted to hide him away more and more, as his own treasure, so that he could only have himself in his sight.
He secretly pressed his palm, and his red eyes, which had turned into vertical pupils, regained their composure.
It's not the right time yet.
Being too reckless would scare his little lark, and then this poor and cute little creature would rather break its wings than be imprisoned in his palm.
Only a constant supply of honey can make him completely let down his guard.
...
After staying in the hotel for a while, noisy sounds came from outside.
Wen Bei heard a familiar voice. He raised his hand from behind the cashier counter with a little surprise, and paused while counting the crystals.
The next second, a familiar figure flashed by enthusiastically: "Dear Wen Xiaobei!"
Huang Qian stretched out her hand to hug her friend whom she hadn't seen for a long time, but was separated by a small ball of hideous [pollution].
The pitch-black thing opened its mouth, revealing a mouth full of equally black fangs and teeth, powerful enough to easily crush a person's skull.
Huang Qian immediately recognized whose ability this was. She twitched her lips and stepped back: "You don't have to be so enthusiastic when you just met."
Qiu Tingle raised the corners of his lips slightly, without a trace of smile in his eyes: "I give this to you too."
Stingy! Dictator! A tyrannical hegemon!
Huang Qian cursed Qiu Ting in her heart, but her body had already stopped obediently, maintaining a safe social distance from Wen Bei.
Wen Bei was somewhat happy to see this former customer: "Why are you here?"
Huang Qian tilted her head back: "Escorting 5A filth."
As a core figure in the big guild, she naturally received the transaction information proposed by Wen Bei.
This level of horrific filth, even if contained, still poses unpredictable risks.
Wen Bei didn't expect that the base would agree so quickly, and the action was delivered so quickly.
He couldn't help but blink: "Are you in trouble?"
Apart from this, he could not think of any other reason for a large base to simply send out the Class 5A filth that it had taken so much effort to contain.
Huang Qian hesitated for a moment: "Yeah."
She was well aware of Wen Bei's sensitivity, so all the words she had thought of along the way were scrapped. She reorganized her words, this time very sincerely.
"We need your help."
Wen Bei: "To be more precise, you need help from other bases."
The [Jump] function of his hotel acts as a bridge, which is particularly important at this moment.
Huang Qian took a deep breath, brushed her hair, and revealed an expression of exhaustion that could not be concealed: "Yes, that's right, we are in big trouble."
She paused again. "Not just our base, I mean...all of humanity."
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