On March 6, 2000, the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Center, which is the venue for the jewelry exhibition held by the Ridong Group this time, was filled with people participating in the exhibition, from all walks of life, who were interested in these jewelry or were only interested in those models. Fortunately, these people claimed to be upper-class people, so there was no ugly appearance.

Kim Jong-jung stood alone on the edge of the T-shaped platform, and the people around the viewer were taken so seriously by the Ridong Group to protect the legendary cursed "Cheeper of Angels", and gave a lot of money. If anything goes wrong, his master Ma Xiaoling would definitely want him to look good.

"Master is really, I am your apprentice, I can pretend to be your assistant. In this way, I can go to the backstage." Jin Zhengjun muttered, but he only dared to complain where Ma Xiaoling was not there, and he was more jealous of Wang Xiaoming.

So, where is Wang Xiaoming, who is jealous of Kim Jong-jung? The answer is self-evident. He watched the models change out of dressing in the backstage. Because he said he was Ma Xiaoling's assistant, no one stopped him from entering the backstage, so he blatantly looked at the beauties in the backstage.

But after watching it for a while, he became interested. It was not because of anything else, but because the makeup these models put on was too weird. Perhaps to highlight the jewelry, the outfits of these models had almost no characteristics, and almost everyone was disguised as public faces.

"What are you watching sneakily?" After Ma Xiaoling put on makeup, she immediately felt angry when she came back to see Wang Xiaoming's appearance.

"Looking at the beauty, such opportunities are not common." Wang Xiaoming smiled and did not hide his intentions at all.

"Look, don't forget that we have tens of thousands of jobs." Ma Xiaoling wanted to be angry, but she felt that she was not someone else, so she forced herself to hold back her anger and said in a calm tone.

"Don't worry, there will be no problem, oh, by the way, your clothes are here." Wang Xiaoming smiled slightly, and then handed the clothes in his hand to Ma Xiaoling.

Ma Xiaoling took the clothes and walked into the locker room with some displeasure. Originally, these models did not have a locker room, but Ma Xiaoling was special and finally made her debut, so she just went there. She didn't have to change clothes in the backstage like other models.

"Joey Ma, is Joey Ma here?" A man hurriedly walked in and shouted inside.

Joey Ma is a random name Ma Xiaoling named. After all, this foreign name seems to be very popular in this place, especially among models. In order not to look too unique, Ma Xiaoling also named an English name according to local customs.

"What's wrong? I'm her assistant." Wang Xiaoming walked over and asked.

"Are you wrong? It's time for her to go on stage? What are you doing slowly?" the man said angrily.

"She is changing clothes, and we are originally special guests, so it seems that you can't control it." Wang Xiaoming said angrily.

If the other party is just a good person, he will not be like this. However, since he is yelling, there is no need to give him face. Anyway, Ma Xiaoling and him are invited by the organizer, so these staff members can't control them at all.

"What happened?" Ma Xiaoling's voice came from behind.

"Isn't it set up..." Wang Xiaoming was stunned after saying three words. Unexpectedly, Ma Xiaoling, who had already changed into a dress and had angel tears, would look really good.

"Is it time to appear?" Ma Xiaoling's voice was still faint, but the corners of her mouth slightly raised, it could be seen that she seemed to be in a good mood at the moment.

"Ah, well, it's time to go on stage. Remember to be careful later." Wang Xiaoming came to his senses and nodded and said.

"I am the successor of the Ma family, be careful." Ma Xiaoling smiled softly, and then followed the previous person to the stage.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Ma Xiaoling's back for a while, then quickly followed, standing on one side of the stage and quietly watching Ma Xiaoling's debut on the stage. It can be seen that Ma Xiaoling enjoys the feeling of standing on the stage and being surrounded by flashes. After the show, the smile on her face remained unchanged, and her steps became even lighter.

Wang Xiaoming stood on the right side of the stage and quietly watched Ma Xiaoling's show. However, he remembered what the other party said when he saw Ma Danna before. I have to say that the women of the Ma family are really hard enough, and they lived such a difficult life because of fate.

He felt that Ma Xiaoling only thought of her current age at this moment, as if she had let go of her responsibilities and obligations as a successor to the Ma family at this moment, and enjoyed the feeling of becoming the focus of everyone.

But unfortunately, reality is reality. Ma Xiaoling's ease and happiness did not last long, because she suddenly discovered that there was one missing among the models behind the stage. This made Ma Xiaoling finally remember her work, and the smile on the corner of her mouth faded instantly.

A sound of footsteps sounded, even though the music did not stop at this moment, Ma Xiaoling could still easily hear the footsteps. She stood in the center of the stage and quietly watched a woman walking towards her, a woman wearing black leather pants and a windbreaker with a expressionless face.

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple." Ma Xiaoling murmured in a low voice.

At this time, the woman had already soared into the air, and a running posture attacked Ma Xiaoling. To be precise, it was the angel tears on Ma Xiaoling's neck. However, Ma Xiaoling was not a simple person. She used a scarf on her neck to confuse the other party, and then directly tore off the hem of the evening dress on her body, turning it into a miniskirt.

"Who are you?" The woman in black windbreaker frowned and asked.

"Ma Xiaoling, it's a cleaning business!" Ma Xiaoling held the exorcist sword drawn from her back in her hand and quietly reported her name.

The most unfortunate thing is that this woman in black doesn't seem to know the name Ma Xiaoling. She whistled to the sky, her eyes turned white, and two fangs protruded from her mouth. At this time, as long as she is not a blind man, she can know that this woman seems to be not a human.

"Oh, zombies, it's rare to see them." Wang Xiaoming was standing next to Ma Xiaoling at some time, holding the other party's makeup box in his hand.

"Red, green, yellow, gray, white, are the fifth generation and can be dealt with," Ma Xiaoling said lightly, as if she was very confident in herself.

At this time, the models standing behind the stage suddenly began to roar to the sky, turning into black-eyed zombies. These black-eyed zombies can be said to be some walking zombies, with little superpowers, but they just have increased their strength.

"I'll go, there are so many more." Wang Xiaoming looked at the zombies behind him with his exorcist wand in his hand, but his expression was not as scared as he looked.

"I'll deal with this one, and I'll leave it to you." Ma Xiaoling said, then waved her exorcist sword and started a fierce battle with the fifth generation zombie.
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