Tomb Raider: I Became the Young Master of the Crescent Hotel

Xiang Hu rolled his eyes, hid aside and kept silent.

Di Ting put his head against the cage and looked inside. "Hey? Where are you?"

It shouted for a long time, but there was no sign of the snake.

"cut!"

Di Ting swung his tail and walked away leisurely. When passing by other cages, he made a few sarcastic remarks.

But no monster paid any attention to her. No matter how joking she was, she couldn't win by scolding or beating her.

Listen carefully to the insults, they are centered around your mother, with your relatives as the radius, your father as the auxiliary, and your eighteen generations of ancestors as the goal, they are attacking you from all directions.

Don’t mess with this bitch! Don’t mess with her!

Yin Qiumu lay on the table, looking at the group photo in the frame in a distracted manner. The young man petted the fox like a cat, and the little fox squinted its eyes comfortably.

The Kirin tattoo on the young man's body was stained with sweat and was shining.

The tattooed pupil suddenly disappeared and turned into a wisp of smoke that floated into the next room.

The snow-white little fox jumped out of the little brother's arms and went to play with Qilin.

The black smoke turned into a unicorn with gentle eyes, hugging the little fox.

There is a word called spiritual communication.

Yin Qiaomu felt the tattoo on his body go numb, and suddenly realized what was going on.

The guy found that his tattoo had become a little darker. What happened?

Yin Qiumu felt that he had entered retirement life early, eating, drinking, sleeping, and punching in at work.

Yin Qiaomu has basically reinforced the prison and has reached the sixteenth floor.

I thought it would get harder as you go along, because the stronger ones are at the back.

But except for some effort on the third floor, the fourth floor was basically unobstructed.

The monsters inside all nodded and bowed, and howled.

Di Ting was responsible for the translation, which was basically just some flattering words.

Yin Qiaomu tilted his head and glanced at the whip in his hand.

"Do they know me?"

The phoenix on the whip was alive and getting hotter and hotter, as if responding to his words.

Yin Qiumu thought of the snake in the first layer of hell and planned to ask him about it when he had time.

It wasn't that he didn't want to ask Di Ting, it was just that Di Ting's words were incoherent and he couldn't understand them at all.

All you can tell is that he is awesome, his background is awesome, his ability is awesome, he has an awesome backing, his backers are awesome and look awesome too.

Di Ting often speaks with his own opinions and describes himself as being very awesome.

"Idol, your memory may be stuck, but believe me, you are really awesome."

"Think about it, the highest official in the underworld is Hou Tu Niangniang, but now Hou Tu Niangniang's bloodline is impure. The highest official is Fengdu Emperor, but his official position is not as high as yours."

"You are the most awesome person in this underworld!"

Di Ting jumped and hopped, changed into the size of an adult, then lay down next to his ear and whispered.

"Let me tell you, this Queen Mother Hou Tu came to the throne later, and her bloodline is not pure. But you grew up here since you were a child. The ghosts in this underworld only obey you."

Yin Qiaomu stroked her head and asked, "What is my position?"

Di Ting stammered, "I can't really tell. I was too young. When you left, I was only over 300 years old. I don't remember it clearly."

Yin Qiumu narrowed his eyes. This sounded like something from a novel. He was indeed the chosen one!

He touched the white hair on his head. The hair that had grown out now was already white.

"First, I was reincarnated with my memories, then I have special blood, and my identity is a mystery. It seems that the author is very good to me?"

"I just don't know what their intention is! I'm actually at the bottom of the group!"

Yin Qiaomu waved his fist in indignation and shouted to the dark sky, "You treat your own son like this!"

Zhang Qiling turned his head away, his eyes filled with confusion.

Yin Qiaomu shook his head and said, "Let's go! Let's go down and see if there are any monsters or demons!"

The monsters on the sixteenth floor happily sent the plague god away.

After Yin Qiaomu had left, they dared to say a few words, "Damn it, we beat him up and brought him here, and now he's pretending not to know us. All the beatings were in vain!"

Even after thousands of years, they dare not forget how badly they were beaten.

Seventeenth floor -

There is no gloomy atmosphere, but rather clean and tidy.

They are small rooms, not cages that can be seen from the outside.

Di Ting's face was serious. "Idol, the seventeenth and eighteenth floors may be a bit strenuous for you."

Di Ting has always been a fan who blindly worships him, and this is the first time she has no confidence in him.

"Okay, let's go back and not watch anymore!"

"Ah?" Di Ting didn't understand and tilted his head. "Idol, are you serious?"