Don’t Discriminate Against Species

Chapter 122: envy

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"When demons and humans get closer and closer, they will be assimilated by humans. They become jealous, greedy, and resentful. At this time, even if they have supreme demon power, they are still full of weaknesses."

"Your Majesty, as long as you get the inheritance of the dragon..."

The huge figure in the shadow trembled: "Between heaven and earth, only I can get my father's inheritance. When my father and Shenfeng were good friends, his inheritance must be in the hands of Shenfeng."

"No one can rob me." The ugly and huge monster opened its dark yellow pupils, and in the depths of the pupils, there was a strange green.

"Only me."

"The demon world is too peaceful."

"Only killing and blood are the real demons. That lowly half-demon waste has destroyed the demon world."

"This king will eventually lead the demon world to the avenue of supreme glory."

The Enyue Hotel is one of the famous hotels in Kyoto. Celebrities often stay in the hotel, and some important meetings are often held here. After the end of the year, some important conferences and activities have been launched one after another. On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, a very important national writers conference was held at the Yuanyue Hotel.

As soon as Maha stepped into the door of the hotel, he found that the feng shui of Yuanyue Hotel was very special. Any decoration was in the most suitable location, and it was not cheap. I don't know which expert helped this hotel to get the feng shui bureau.

After showing the invitation letter, he successfully obtained the key card from the receptionist, and before entering the elevator, he met several writers who also rushed over. Maha is quite famous in the creative world. Many people did not expect that Maha is a simple and honest middle-aged man, not the old man everyone imagined. However, Maha is not very talkative, and everyone gradually stopped caring about him.

In the evening, the organizer held a reception banquet at the hotel, and Maha sat in the corner, watching the authors who knew each other exchange cups and eat dishes they liked on the table.

After a while, an author in his fifties sat down on a chair and lay down on the table. The people next to him called him a few words, hehehehe, he said he was drunk and so on.

Maha looked at the chair behind the drunk author's chair, put down his chopsticks and said a few words to the person in charge, before getting up and leaving. Who knew that just as he walked to the door, the author who was lying on the table suddenly sat up and looked at him blankly.

Maha walked to him in a daze: "Are you uncomfortable, do you want me to call a doctor for you?"

The author pushed his hand away and wobbled his glass towards the others. Maha was treated so rudely and didn't get angry, turned around and strode out of the restaurant.

He touched his coat, and forgot his cell phone and key card in the room. He is a good person in everything, but his memory is poor, and he can't change anything.

Without a room card, Maha couldn't use the elevator. Looking at the empty corridor, he hid in the men's toilet and whispered a formula.

"Huh?!" Wang Han, who was reading the hotel's financial statement in the office, suddenly stopped and looked at the hourglass on the table. The hourglass was shining with blue light and looked very beautiful.

"Is there a demon cultivator in the hotel?" He put down his pen, turned on the computer, and was about to check the guest check-in information today, but there were a lot of guests checking in today, and he couldn't see anyone's household registration problem for a while.

After dialing the phone number of the hotel manager, Wang Han learned that there will be an author exchange meeting in the hotel in the past few days, so today nearly 50 well-known authors from all over the country have been checked in.

"A group of writers of wenxuanxiao..." Wang Han stroked his chin, "There shouldn't be any demons to be writers, how hard would it be to do this?"

Maha motivated the demon force, afraid of being discovered, he went to the front desk to borrow a phone and called the management office.

"Hello, is it the management office?" Maha easily stuttered when he was in a hurry. Fortunately, the operator was very patient and did not regard Maha as a troublemaker.

"Yes, there are monsters possessed by humans, you quickly send people over."

"Okay, I'll stay in the room and keep talking with you at any time." With shaking hands, Maha got a replacement room card from the front desk and hurriedly hid back to his room.

After he left, a front desk employee whispered: "The writer just now said that monsters are possessed. Could it be that he wrote too much text and couldn't distinguish between reality and fiction?"

"He looked sneaky when he entered the elevator just now, as if he was afraid of something pestering him, and his appearance was a bit scary." Another front desk employee touched his arm, "Think about it, there are so many guests in the hotel, If something happens, it will be troublesome, should we call the doctor and the police over?"

"Let's report this to the manager first."

In the restaurant, the hall where there was still laughter and laughter was silent. The "author" who was drunk at the beginning straightened his clothes and took a deep breath: "Dreams, fantasies, aspirations, what a wonderful taste..." He thought Only human children have all kinds of thoughts. I never thought that people in the human world who like to write stories have such interesting souls.

Unbeknownst to the slumbering authors, their constant source of inspiration, as well as the life dreams that endowed their characters, were ingested as food by a filthy demon.

"Oh?!" The demon stopped suddenly, "It smells of jealousy." He laughed, as if he was laughing at the fact that human beings have strong jealousy in their hearts, but they still maintain a hypocritical friendship on the surface.

"What a ridiculous and sad creature." He swallowed the jealous breath, twisted his neck, and made a dull sound, "One less, runaway lamb, where did it go?"

He opened the door of the restaurant, and without looking at the restaurant waiter who fainted on the ground, he played with the room card in his hand, and hummed a song to the safe passage intersection.

The restaurant is on the third floor, and the floor where the authors arranged to stay is on the sixth floor.

Step, step, step.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer, Maha hid in the bathroom and shivered. He had already made up his mind that if the demon broke into the door, he would escape from the sewer as he was.

Although the sewers are dirty, smelly and disgusting, he has never stayed in the sewers since he took a human form, but at the juncture of life and death, he does not need to be too particular about his life.

"The wise little lamb, is it hiding here?" The monster outside gently knocked on the door three times.

"That's rude." The demon laughed suddenly and kicked the door open. Maha hid in the bathroom, watching the long shadow of the demon twist on the ground, like an open claws, trying to drag him out of the bathroom.

It was getting close, and just when the shadow was about to touch the door, a pair of feet stood in front of his door.

It's Minister Zhuang, and Minister Zhuang is here.

Maha weakly hugged the toilet and sat down, almost hugging Zhuang Qing's thigh and calling him Dad.

"Dragon?" The shadow shrank back, he broke free from the weak human skin, standing in front of Zhuang Qing was a black phantom, the phantom condensed into the appearance of a man, "I'm on you, I smell it Jealousy."

Zhuang Qing ignored him, stretched out his hand to cut through the void, and threw the weak and weak Maha into it.

"At a time like this, you are still thinking about saving the useless little demon, what a great dragon." The demon laughed hahaha, "The demon world has always respected the strong, but a demon like you has been brainwashed by humans?" He suddenly opened his arms, "Let me see what the jealousy in your heart is."

Zhuang Qing looked at the overwhelming darkness and finally understood what this monster was. The legendary shadow monster, walking in the dark, can devour the spirits and dreams of animals and humans, and is very good at bewitching, causing people to fall into the world he constructed unconsciously.

The sprite was born very early. When the world has light, it also has shadow. The sprite was born because of this. Its force is not strong, but as long as there is light, he will not die, and it is very difficult to deal with.

Zhuang Qing also has a shadow, so after the sprite applied the spell, he fell into the illusory shadow world.

The shadow is dark and scary, but it is the clearest of the true thoughts deep inside.

Two thousand years ago, your son met a fluffy rabbit, and he settled in the mountains from then on. Rabbit turns into a human, learns calligraphy, paints with your son, and listens to your story about the world.

Before your son died, his abnormally bright eyes stared at the little son who turned into a rabbit, and he was reluctant to close his eyes.

"Bo Lian." The young master took his hand, "What do you want to say, I'm listening."

The corner of your mouth twitched, and after a while, he said, "After I die, will you still raise other humans?"

"I don't care."

The gentleman smiled reluctantly: "It's good." There was still unwillingness in his eyes, and he tightly grasped the little boy's hand, "You... I... "

The little boy took his hand back, his eyes soft and ignorant.

"You... take a look at the world of the world for me, and help me see its prosperous and peaceful day." The strength in his hands became looser and looser, "Don't..."

do not forget me.

After all, he didn't say this sentence. He wanted him to help him see the prosperity of the world, and he wanted him to remember him when he saw the prosperity of the world.

"I promise you, I will see all the prosperity of the world for you." The young master looked at the eyes of the young master that couldn't be closed, and closed his eyelids with trembling hands, "I will learn to touch the life of the world, and help you take care of yourself carefully. Look closely."

The young master found precious yarn, wrapped the noble son's body, and put him in the jade coffin.

When the messenger took away your son's soul, he did not stop him, but he stood beside the jade coffin for a day and a night, and finally buried him by the Huai River.

Huai water will flow through the royal city where your son was born, and he has a very strong spiritual energy. The little son buried him here, hoping that he will have a prosperous and peaceful life in the next life.

Zhuang Qing recovered from the illusion, and raised his sword with a cold face: "Small tricks are not worth mentioning."

"You are jealous of this human being." The spry laughed wantonly, "Dangtang Shui Clan Dragon Emperor, it is ridiculous to be jealous of a human who has been dead for many years."

Zhuang Qing ignored him, slashed his body with his sword, and with a roar of dragons, all the inspirational dreams that the sprites had swallowed all escaped back into their masters' bodies.

The shadow of the sprite swayed, and soon they merged into one, he gritted his teeth and hated: "You can actually hurt me?!"

"There is nothing impossible in this world." Zhuang Qing held up the sword flower and sneered, "What is in the gutter, don't try to return to the earth."

"Huh?" The tall man dressed as a backpacker stopped and looked up at the tall and beautiful building beside him, "The stench of sprites."

He walked into a public phone booth at random, turned into a streamer, and flew into the hotel.

Pedestrians waiting in line outside to make a phone call:…

Did he read it wrong just now, there was no one in the phone booth? What is the man who just entered