Chapter 122: Envy

"As 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 possess supreme demon power, they are still full of weakness.
"King, as long as you have the inheritance of Shenlong ..."
The huge figure in the shadow trembled: "On earth and earth, only I can get my father's inheritance. My father had a good relationship with Shenfeng, and his inheritance must be in the hands of Shenfeng."
"No one can it from me." The ugly giant monster opened its dark yellow pupils, with a strange green in the depths of the pupils.
"Only me."
"The demon world is so peaceful."
"Only killing and blood is the real demon. The lowly half-demon waste ruins the demon world."
"My King will eventually lead the demon world to the Supreme Avenue of Glory."
Yuanyue Hotel is one of the famous hotels in Kyoto. Celebrities often stay at the hotel, and some important meetings are often held here. After the year closed, some important conference activities also started one after another. On the twelfth day of the first month, there was a very important national writers conference, which was held at Yuanyue Hotel.
As soon as Maha stepped into the hotel's door, Fengyuan Hotel was very special. Any one of the decorations was in the most suitable location. There was no one half cheaper. I do n’t know which expert to help the Fengshui Bureau of this hotel.
Presenting the invitation, he successfully obtained the room card in the receptionist's hand, and before entering the elevator, he encountered several writers who had also come over. Maha is quite famous in the creative world. Many people did not expect that Maha was a handsome middle-aged man, not an old man as everyone imagined. But Maha didn't like talking, and everyone gradually didn't care about him.
In the evening, the organizer hosted a banquet in the hotel. Maha sat in the corner and watched the familiar authors push each other for cups and dishes, and picked the dishes they liked on the table.
After a while, an author in his fifties sat down on a chair and lay on the table. Someone called him a few words, hehe hehe he said drunk.
Maha looked at the chair behind the drunken author's chair, put down his chopsticks and spoke a few words to the person in charge, and then he stood up and left. No matter how he came to the door, the author lying on the table suddenly sat up and looked at him straightly.
Maha walked to him confusedly: "Are you uncomfortable, should I call you a doctor?"
The author pushed his hand away, held the wine glass and staggered towards the others. Maha was treated so impolitely and not angry, and turned and strode away from the restaurant.
He touched his coat, and his cellphone and room card were left in the room. He is a good person, but he has a bad memory and cannot change anything.
Without the room card, Maha couldn't brush the elevator and looked at the empty corridor. He hid in the men's toilet and whispered a secret.
"Huh ?!" Wang Han, who was looking at the hotel's financial statements in the office, suddenly stopped and looked at the hourglass on the table. The hourglass flashed blue and looked very beautiful.
"Is there a demon repair in the hotel?" He put down his pen, turned on the computer, and prepared to check the check-in information of today's guests.
Calling the hotel manager's phone, Wang Han learned that the hotel will have an author exchange meeting these days, so today I checked in with nearly 50 well-known authors from all over the country.
"A group of writers ..." Wang Han touched his chin. "There shouldn't be a demon to be an writer. How can I think of this before I can do this?"
Maha urged the monster power, afraid of being found, went to the front desk to borrow a phone, and called the management office.
"Hello, is it the management office?" Maha stuttered easily when she was in a hurry. Fortunately, the operator had good patience and did not treat Maha as a troublemaker.
"Yes, there are monsters attached to human beings, you quickly send someone over."
"Okay, I'll stay in the house and talk to you at any time." He started, Maha reissued a room card from the front desk, and hurriedly hid in his room.
After he left, a front desk employee whispered, "Which writer just said that a monster possessed a body, could it be that he wrote too much and could not distinguish between reality and fiction?"
"He just sneaked into the elevator just now, as if he was afraid of something entangled with him. It looked a bit scary." Another front desk employee touched his arm. "Think about some infiltration, so many guests in the hotel, In case something goes wrong, it will be troublesome. Shall we call the doctor and the police? "
"Let's report this to the manager first."
In the restaurant, the hall where the laughter was originally silent was silent. The author, who was drunk at first, took care of his clothes and took a deep breath: "Dream, fantasy, ambition, really good taste ..." He The thought that only young humans have a variety of flavors, did not expect people who like to write stories in the human world, so the soul is so interesting.
The drowsy authors do not know that their continuous inspiration and the dreams of life given to the characters are sucked into the stomach by a dirty demon as food.
"Oh ?!" The demon suddenly stopped. "Taste of jealousy." He grinned, as if laughing at human beings with a strong jealousy in the heart, but still maintaining hypocritical friendship.
"It's ridiculous and sad." He swallowed the mouth with a jealous twist and twisted his neck, his neck making a dull sound. "One less, where's the little lamb running away?"
He opened the restaurant door and looked at the restaurant waiter who fainted on the ground, playing with the room card in his hand, humming the song and stepped onto the safe passage.
The restaurant is on the third floor, and the floor where the authors arranged to stay is on the sixth floor.
Step on, step on, step on.
Listening to the footsteps getting closer, Maha shivered in the bathroom, his heart was determined, and if the demon broke into the door, he would escape from the sewer in its original shape.
Although the sewer is dirty, smelly and disgusting, he has never been in a sewage ditch since he became a human, but at the moment of life and death, he doesn't need to be too particular about living.
"Is the clever little lamb hiding inside?" The demon outside knocked gently three times.
"It's rude." The demon suddenly laughed and kicked the door open. Maha hid in the bathroom, watching the demon's long shadow twisted on the ground, like an open claw, trying to drag him out of the bathroom.
Closer, just before the shadow was about to hit the door, a pair of feet stood in front of him.
It's Minister Zhuang, and Minister Zhuang is here.
Ma Ha weakly held the toilet and sat down, almost hugging Zhuang Qing's thigh and called dad.
"Dragon?" The shadow shrank back. He broke free of the weak skin of human beings and stood in front of Zhuang Qing. It was a black shadow, which condensed into a man, "I was on you, smelled Taste of jealousy. "
Zhuang Qing ignored him, reached out to cut through the void, and threw the weak and weak horse into it.
"At this time, I was thinking about saving the useless little demon. It was really a great dragon." The demon hahaha laughed. "The demon world has always been a strong one. Are you a demon that has been brainwashed by humans?" Suddenly open his arms, "Let me see, what is the jealousy in your heart."
Zhuang Qing looked at the overwhelming darkness and finally understood what the demon was. The legendary shadow enchanter walks in the dark and can devour the spirits and dreams of animals and humans. He is very good at deceiving and makes people fall into the world he constructs unconsciously.
I was born long ago, and when the world has light, there is also a shadow. I was born because of this. Its force is not high, but as long as there is light, he will not die, which is very difficult.
Zhuang Qing also has a shadow, so after he applied the spell, he fell into the illusory world.
The shadows are dark, terrifying, but they know the true thoughts deep inside.
Two thousand years ago, your nobleman and the fluffy rabbit met, and nobleman settled in the mountains. The rabbit turns into a person, learns characters with your son, draws pictures, and listens to your son's story.
Before the dying boy, his unusually bright eyes stared at the little boy the rabbit turned into, how could he not close his eyes.
"Berren." The little boy shook his hand. "What do you want to say, I listen."
Your son's mouth twitched, and he said a while later: "After I die, will you raise other humans?"
"No."
Gui Gong smiled reluctantly: "It's good." He was still unwilling in his eyes, and clutched the young man's hand tightly, "You ... I ..."
The little boy shook his hand back, his eyes soft and ignorant.
"You ... look at the human world for me, and help me watch its bustling and peaceful day." The strength of his hands was getting looser, "Don't ..."
do not forget me.
After all, he didn't say this. He wanted him to help him see the prosperity of the world, and he wanted to remember him when he saw the prosperity of the world.
"I promise you, I will show you the prosperity of the human world for you." The little boy looked at the eyes that Gui Gong couldn't close, and shook his hands to close his eyelids. Look closely. "
The little boy found a precious yarn, wrapped the boy's body, and put him in the jade coffin.
When Yin Cha took away Gui Guizi's soul, he did not stop, but stood by the jade coffin for a day and night, and eventually buried him at Huai Shui.
Huai Shui will flow through the royal city where your father-in-law was born, and has a very strong spirit. The younger son buried him here, hoping that he will have a rich and peaceful life in the future.
Zhuang Qing looked back from the illusion and raised his sword coldly: "The trick is not worth mentioning."
"You're jealous of this human." I laughed wildly. "It's ridiculous to be jealous of a human who has been dead for many years."
Zhuang Qing ignored him, slashed his body with a sword, and a sound of dragon howl, all kinds of inspirational dreams originally swallowed by them, fled back to their masters.
Haw's shadow shook, and soon merged into one. He gritted his teeth and said, "You can hurt me ?!"
"There is nothing impossible in this world." Zhuang Qing picked up Jianhua and sneered. "Things 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 beautiful tall building next to him. "Her foul smell."
He walked into a public telephone booth at will, turned into a streamer, and flew into the hotel.
Pedestrians waiting in line outside: ...
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