Chapter 122

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date="2020-10-15"

title="Chapter 122"

weight="96444"

series = ["Don’t Discriminate Against Species"]

mode = "manual"

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"When the demon gets closer and closer to humans, they will be assimilated by humans. They become jealous, greedy, and resentful. At this time, even if they have supreme demon power, their bodies are still full of weakness."

"Great King, as long as you get the inheritance of Shenlong..."

The huge figure in the shadow trembled: "Between heaven and earth, only I can get the inheritance of my father. When my father had a good relationship with Shenfeng, his inheritance must be in the hands of Shenfeng."

"No one can snatch it from me." The ugly giant monster opened its dark yellow eyes. Deep in the eyes, there was a strange green.

"Only me."

"The demon world is too peaceful."

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

"This king will eventually lead the Demon Realm towards the great road of supreme glory."

Yuanyue Hotel is one of the famous hotels in Jin City. There are often celebrities staying in the hotel, and some important meetings are often held here. After the New Year's Eve, some important conference activities have also started one after another. On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, there is a very important national writers conference held in Yuanyue Hotel.

As soon as Maha stepped into the hotel's door, he found that the Feng Shui of Yuanyue Hotel was very special. Any decoration was in the most suitable location. There was no cheap price. I don't know which expert helped the hotel get the Feng Shui bureau.

After showing the invitation letter, he successfully got the room card in the hands of the reception staff, and before entering the elevator, he met several writers who had also rushed over. Maha is quite famous in the creative world. Many people did not expect that Maha turned out to be a simple-looking middle-aged man, not the old man that everyone thought. But Maha was not very talkative, and gradually everyone didn't care about him.

In the evening, the organizer held a reception banquet in the hotel. Maha sat in the corner, watching the familiar authors push cups for each other, picking up favorite dishes on the table.

After a while, an author in his fifties sat down on a chair and slumped on the table. The person next to him called him a few words, laughing and talking about being drunk.

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. Unexpectedly, he had just walked to the door, when the author who was lying on the table suddenly sat up and looked at him in a daze.

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

The author pushed his hand away, took the wine glass and swayed towards the others. Maha was treated so rudely and not angry, turned and strode out of the restaurant.

He touched his coat, and forgot his phone and room card in the room. He is good at everything, but he has a bad memory and can't change anything.

Without a room card, Maha couldn't access the elevator, glanced at the empty corridor, hid in the men's room, and whispered the formula.

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

"Is there a demon repair in the hotel?" He put down his pen, turned on the computer, and was going to check the check-in information of today's guests, but there were a lot of guests staying today, and he would not see who had a problem with the household registration 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 these days, so today he checked in with nearly fifty well-known authors from all over the country.

"A group of literary authors..." Wang Han touched his chin. "There shouldn't be any demon to be the author. How can I do this before I can figure it out?"

Maha urged the demon power, afraid of being discovered, went to the front desk to borrow the phone and call the management office.

"Hello, is it the management office?" Maha easily stutters when he is in a hurry. Fortunately, the operator has good patience and does not treat Maha as a troublemaker.

"Yes, some monsters are possessed by human beings. Send someone over quickly."

"Okay, I will stay in the house and keep talking with you at any time." Shaking, Maha reissued a 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 the monster possessed. Could it be that he wrote too much and couldn't distinguish between reality and fiction?"

"The way he entered the elevator just now was sneaky, as if he was afraid of something harassing him. He looked a little horrible." Another front desk employee touched his arm. "Think of it a bit infiltrating. There are so many guests in the hotel. If something happens, it will be troublesome. Should we call the doctor and the police?"

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

In the dining room, the hall where there were laughter and laughter was silent. The "author" who was initially drunk adjusted his clothes and took a deep breath: "Dreams, fantasies, ambitions are really beautiful..." He I thought that only human young children have thoughts of various flavors. I did not expect that people who like to write stories in the human world have so interesting souls.

The drowsy authors didn't know that their endless inspiration and the life dream that gave the characters in the pen were sucked into abdomen by a dirty monster as food.

"Oh?!" The demon suddenly stopped, "The smell of jealousy." He chuckled, as if laughing at the human beings with a strong jealousy in their hearts, but on the surface they still had to maintain a hypocritical friendship.

"It's a ridiculous and sad creature." He swallowed the breath of jealousy, twisted his neck, and made a dull noise in his neck. "One missing, the running little lamb, where is it?"

He opened the door of the restaurant, did not even look at the waiter who fainted on the ground, played with the room card in his hand, hummed and stepped onto the safe passage.

The restaurant is on the third floor, and the floor arranged by the authors is on the sixth floor.

Step, step, step.

Hearing the footsteps approaching, Maha hid in the bathroom shivering, and he had already made up his mind. If the demon broke through the door, he would escape from the sewer in his original form.

Although the sewers are dirty, smelly and disgusting, he has never been in the sewage ditch ever since he became a man, but at the critical moment of life and death, he does not need to live too much.

"Smart little lamb, are you hiding here?" The demon outside knocked gently on the door three times.

"It's impolite." The demon suddenly laughed and kicked the door open. Maha hid in the bathroom, watching the long shadow of the demon twisting on the ground, like spreading claws, trying to pull him out of the bathroom.

It was near, and just when the shadow was about to touch the door, he stood with his feet in front of his door.

It's Minister Zhuang, Director Zhuang is here.

Maha sat down weakly holding the toilet, almost holding Zhuang Qing's thigh to call Dad.

"Dragon?" The shadow shrank back. He broke free from the weak human skin. Standing in front of Zhuang Qing was a group of black phantoms. The phantom condensed like a man. "I'm on you and smell it. The smell of jealousy."

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

"At this time, I still want to save the useless little demon. It's a great dragon." The demon laughed loudly. "The demon world has always respected the strong. Are you demon brainwashed by humans?" Suddenly opened his arms, "Let me see, what is the jealousy in your heart."

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

Sprites were born very early, and when the world has light, there will be shadows. The sprite was born because of this. Its strength is not strong, but as long as there is light, he will not die, which is very difficult.

Zhuang Qing also has a shadow, so after the sprites used the spell, he fell into an illusory shadow world.

The shadows are dark and terrifying, but they know the true thoughts deep in the heart best.

Two thousand years ago, the noble son met a furry rabbit, and the noble son has settled in the mountains ever since. The rabbit turns into a human, and he learns calligraphy, paints, and listens to the stories of the human world.

Before the noble son died, his abnormally bright eyes stared at the little son the rabbit had turned into, and he didn't want to close his eyes.

"Berlian." The little boy held his hand. "What do you want to say, I'm listening."

The corners of the noble son's mouth twitched, and after a long while he said: "After I die, will you raise other humans?"

"No support."

The noble son reluctantly smiled: "It's great." He still has unwillingness in his eyes, and tightly grasped the little son's hand, "You...I..."

The little boy held his hand back, his eyes were gentle and ignorant.

"You... look at the human world for me, help me watch its prosperous and peaceful day." The force in his hand is getting 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 even wanted him to remember him when he saw the prosperity of the world.

"I promise you to see the prosperity of the human world for you." The little son looked at the noble son's eyes that could not be closed, and shook his hands to close his eyelids, "I will learn to touch the life of the human world, help you well, carefully Look closely."

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

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

Huaishui will flow through the royal city where the noble son was born, and it 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, he raised the sword with a cold face: "The trick is not worth mentioning."

"You are jealous of this human being." The ghost laughed wanton. "The dignified aquatic Dragon Emperor is jealous of a human who has been dead for many years. It's ridiculous."

Zhuang Qing ignored him and swung his sword through his body. With a roar of dragons, the various inspirational dreams that the sprites had swallowed fled back to their owner.

Sprite's shadow shook, and soon merged into one. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "You could hurt me?!"

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

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

He randomly walked into a public telephone booth, turned into a streamer, and flew into the hotel.

Pedestrians waiting in line outside to call:...

Did he make a mistake just now, there is no one in the phone booth? What was the man who went in just now?