Mr. Ma doesn't like tall buildings, but he still insists on living in the tallest building in Treading Wave City, because it is his right, symbolizing the supreme status, and he can stand at the window and look down on the "crowd of people".

"Beings" disgusted and fascinated him, because he used to be one of the living beings, busy with survival and always lacking a sense of security in his heart, but now, he is high enough to decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of inhabitants, and at this very moment, he can kill a pedestrian or demon in the street miles away with a simple spell, and the unlucky man will not even notice where the disaster is coming from.

"It's like twisting an ant to death. Mr. Ma said to himself and laughed, this sentence is not a metaphor for him, but a real ability.

He stood in front of the window, his eyes swept over the many pavilions, and found his target in the shadow of a pile of logs, it was a group of boatmen resting, a dozen or so humans were eating with their heads buried in their heads, only a young man in his twenties was talking about something, the young man was full of energy, and he did not tire him out of the heavy work of the morning, pacing back and forth in front of his companions, making all kinds of passionate gestures.

Mr. Ma could have listened to what the young man was saying through a spell, but he didn't, he just wanted to prove his ability, whether the young man was boasting about himself or inciting a riot, it didn't make a difference to him.

When the spell reaches its fingertips, just move the thought, a living life will end, and the reaction of the "sentient beings" will not be much different from that of ants, they will pretend not to see the death of their companions, and they will not even dare to look up to find the source of death, but will scatter in a hurry, working desperately for days of silence, thinking that they will escape in this way, unaware that the master on their heads is just killing to kill boredom.

There was a knock on the door outside, and Mr. Ma withdrew the spell, if he couldn't see the scene of the "sentient beings" jumping in a panic, the killing would be meaningless. Fortunately, there are many opportunities, Treading Wave City is a huge anthill, and he has time to play games.

The door behind him opened automatically, and a dusty sorcerer tiptoed into the house, he came from afar, and after entering the city, he directly met Mr. Ma, and did not dare to have a moment of rest.

"Mr. Ma, I brought that person back. There was respect and trepidation in the sorcerer's voice, even if it was just a simple sentence. He's also trying to please the half-devil while worrying that he's overdoing it.

Trembling on thin ice, Mr. Ma still remembers the feeling of seeing it from other creatures, like a rich man watching strangers live their former miserable lives, which always brings a series of satisfaction and encouragement.

Mr. Ma didn't speak, didn't even look back, and left the sorcerer aside, leaving him to figure it out in fear. It was a long time before he waved his arm, as if to drive away the annoying bugs—he had to give the other a little thing to figure out.

The sorcerer understood immediately, bowed out of the room, and gently closed the door. Then he hurried downstairs, his footsteps filled with relief.

Mr. Ma really wanted to laugh, laughing like a child, but he couldn't help it. Although he could not see it with any eyes, he still put on a look of boredom and indifference, which is the exclusive sentiment of the nobility. Indifference is the appearance of a Taoist priest, and he has learned a lot from these two kinds of people.

The door opened silently again, and the sorcerer brought "the man" in. For the sake of "that person", the sorcerer flew alone nearly 10,000 miles away, deep into the hostile human world, experienced many dangers along the way, and finally completed the task.

"A day late, five hours plus a quarter of an hour to be exact. Mr. Ma still did not turn around, the satisfaction and reward of the gods were more rare than the nectar of a long drought, and he regarded himself as the god of this city.

The sorcerer knelt down, not a normal kneeling to prepare, but lost his center of gravity and fell directly to the ground, "Mr. Ma spares my life, I really tried my best, I am dealing with dozens of talisman masters......"

Mr. Ma regretted that this sorcerer obviously didn't know how to please his master, and actually opened his mouth to defend himself, what he should do was to admit his mistakes, and even cry bitterly - no one likes a slave who loves to defend, even if the slave is right, he must consciously and voluntarily take the mistake down.

Thinking about it this way, Mr. Ma gave birth to a sense of superiority of people who had come before, and in the past, when he was still mixed in with the "crowd of living beings", he rarely made this kind of mistake.

He turned around, moved his fingers, and the sorcerer who was kneeling on the ground flew out of another window, fell more than a dozen feet, and fell heavily to the ground, the screams stopped abruptly, he felt lucky that he was not dead, and dragged his body back in a hurry.

Mr. Ma forgot about the sorcerer and looked at "that person" with a smile on his face, "Long time no see." ”

Standing at the door was a middle-aged human, who had already made a fortune, and was staring at Mr. Ma with wide eyes at this time, and was speechless in shock.

Mr. Ma was in a good mood, this was the expression he was looking forward to, so there was a smile on his face, "People have to be noble and return to their hometowns to show their hometowns, I can't 'return to their hometowns', so I have to invite the old people, I hope you haven't suffered too much along the way." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head blankly, still unable to believe his eyes, and slowly regained his senses, carefully surveying the room, hoping to find something more real.

The room is not very large, and the decoration is very simple, but every item is very valuable, he can recognize it, even the tables and chairs are specially made by the famous craftsmen of the imperial capital, as evidenced by the delicate lines on the wooden legs.

"So, you're not dead. The middle-aged man finally spoke, his voice dry, in fact his whole body was weak, and he really wanted to find a place to sit, but he insisted on standing, not out of politeness, not to appear too fragile.

"I'm alive, but I did die once. Mr. Ma walked to the table and sat down by himself, the window door closed automatically, "Sit down, you are not an outsider in my place." ”

The middle-aged man hesitated for a while, sat opposite Mr. Ma, looked dazed, and pondered for a while before asking, "What the hell is going on......?" Why do the demons call you 'Mr. Ma'? Why did you become a half-demon? ”

"It's a long story, but it's simple, I was seriously injured in the great battle between the Holy Rune Dynasty and the sacrificial country, and the human race didn't come to save me, but the demon clan sent me to Wangshan, where I saw the truth, it turned out that I was born different, after leaving Wangshan, I no longer have the surname Mu, my surname is Ma, and the half-demon is Ma. ”

"This, this ......" The middle-aged man stood up again, his face flushed and white, and he was a little incoherent, "You are Mu Feihuang, you are from Yelin Town like me, what is different?" It must be ...... Something must have gone wrong, you've fallen for witchcraft, right?"

Mu Feihuang is also middle-aged, but he has never gained weight, his complexion is slightly darker, and his face, which used to always smile, is now like an iron plate, and the occasional smile can't stop the ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Sit down, Daliang, don't blame all the qiē on the demon arts, the demon clan doesn't have this ability, they are as incompetent as humans. ”

Daliang Shen Xiuming was stunned, his former partners even changed their tone of speech, and they were judged to be like two people. Mu Feihuang's nickname is stunned, when he was a child, he was the follower of Shen Hao, the second bolt, and he was the most effective when he was fighting, but he couldn't do it when he was fighting. In Pang Mountain Yangshen Peak, Mu Feihuang once betrayed Mu Xingqiu, Mu Xingqiu never told anyone about it, but Shen Xiuming could guess it.

Then there is the Zhiyongsuo, Broken Flow City, and Huangjing, Mu Feihuang gradually distanced himself from the path of cultivation, became a member of the mortals, and served as a personal soldier for the princess of Xijie Kingdom, two years ago, he participated in a big battle, and everyone thought that he died on the battlefield.

Shen Xiuming sat down again, "What are you doing with me?"

"It's not a catch, it's a please, and if the sorcerer is not careful, I will punish him. ”

"Don't pick out the words, to tell you the truth, I don't think we're good friends, I'm sad to hear that you're dead, because there aren't a few people left in Yelin Town, but that's it, I won't be sad for you, and not now. ”

If this is an ordinary human or demon race...... Mr. Ma suddenly felt tired of killing, and it was not bad to descend to the mortal level once in a while, as long as he could make sure that he could rise back to his original position.

"Well, there are not many people in Yelin Town, Shen Hao followed the Dao and retreated, as far as I know, he took away your son, but he threw you down, as for me, he probably forgot about my former partner a long time ago. ”

Shen Xiuming snorted.

"Erliang Shen Xiuwei died in Jinghu Village, Zhuzi Guan Jinwu died in Laozu Peak, Xiaoshun Shen Tongyou and Fangfang died in Broken Flow City, and the puppy Zhao Dayi died on the battlefield, he really died, I saw his body broken into two with my own eyes. Who else?ah, Xiaoqiu, Mu Xingqiu, he died in the state of stopping. ”

"Xiaoqiu is not dead. Daliang's tone was firm, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, "There are also bald people alive." ”

"The bald man had died a long time ago, he was the first to die, and I felt sick every time I saw that flying head. Mr. Ma's tone was not so calm, "You and I are the only people in Yelin Town who live in this world, so I want to invite you here." ”

"Reminiscence? We don't have much to say. The shock in Shen Xiuming's heart has disappeared.

"Of course, we haven't been good friends since we were children, you and Xiaoqiu are a group, I am a group with Erzhuo, and I didn't get closer when I was in the office, and then you developed, relying on planting flowers to enrich the armor, but I was a slave to the princess in the imperial capital, living in a cold house, and eating other people's leftover food. ”

"Now you can take revenge. Shen Xiuming said indifferently, ready to meet death.

"Revenge? I only need a head, not a whole person. Remember, Dao Tong said that the demon seed invaded Yelin Town to snatch Fang Fang's divine soul, everyone thought she was the most special person, but Dao Tong was wrong, at least not all right, the demon seed was looking for not only the divine soul, the real special person was me. ”

Mr. Ma paused for a moment, admiring the stunned look on Shen Xiuming's face, "I wonder if you are just as special." ”

There was another knock on the door outside, "Mr. Demon, General Tahai and Wang Sun Tuoyong ask to see you." ”

One qiē is all under control, and Mr. Ma likes this feeling.

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