Chapter 0784 Old Friend

Mr. Ma doesn't like tall buildings, but he still insists on living in the tallest building in Tallang City, because it is his right, symbolizing the highest status, and he can stand at the window and look down at "all living beings".

"Living beings" disgusts and fascinates him, because he used to be one of the living beings, busy for survival, and always lacking a sense of security in his heart, but now, he is high above and can decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of residents. At this moment, he can kill pedestrians or monsters on the street several miles away with a simple spell, and the unlucky guy will not even notice where the disaster comes from.

"It's like squeezing 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 across many pavilions and towers, and found his target in the shadow of a pile of logs. It was a group of boatmen who were resting, a dozen humans were eating, and only a young man in his twenties was talking nonstop. The young man was full of energy, and the heavy work in the morning did not make him tired. He paced back and forth in front of his companions and made all kinds of passionate gestures.

Mr. Ma could use magic to listen to what the young man was saying, but he didn't do so. He just wanted to prove his ability. It didn't matter to him whether the young man was bragging or inciting riots.

The magic reached his fingertips. As long as he thought about it, a fresh life would end. The reaction of "living beings" would not be much different from that of ants. They would pretend not to see the death of their companions, and even dare not look up to find the source of death. Instead, they hurriedly dispersed and worked hard in silence for several days, thinking that they could escape the disaster. They didn't know that the ruler above them was just killing to kill boredom.

There was a knock on the door outside, and Mr. Ma retracted the spell. If he couldn't see the scene of "living beings" jumping in panic, killing would lose its meaning. Fortunately, there were many opportunities. Tallang City was a huge anthill, and he had plenty of time to play games.

The door behind him opened automatically, and a dusty sorcerer tiptoed into the house. He came from a long way and met Mr. Ma directly after entering the city. He didn't dare to rest for a moment.

"Mr. Ma, I brought that person back." The sorcerer's voice was full of respect and fear. Even with such a simple sentence, he was trying to please the half-demon, and at the same time worried that he would go too far.

Trembling with fear and treading on thin ice, Mr. Ma still remembered the taste of this feeling. Seeing it from other creatures was like a newly rich man watching a stranger living his previous miserable life, which always brought a series of satisfaction and encouragement.

Mr. Ma did not speak, or even turn around, leaving the sorcerer aside, letting him guess anxiously. After a long time, he waved his arm, as if to drive away a disturbing insect - he had to give the other party something to guess.

The sorcerer immediately understood Bai, bowed and left the room, gently closed the door, and then hurried downstairs, with a sense of relief in his footsteps.

Mr. Ma really wanted to laugh, laugh like a child, but he held back. Although no one could see him, he still put on a bored and indifferent expression. Boredom is an emotion exclusive to the nobles, and indifference is the appearance that only Taoists are worthy of. He learned a lot from these two types of people.

The door opened quietly again, and the sorcerer brought "that person". For "that person", the sorcerer flew alone nearly ten thousand miles away, deep into the hostile human world, experienced many dangers along the way, and finally completed the task.

"One day late, to be precise, five hours and a quarter of an hour. "Mr. Ma still did not turn around. The satisfaction and reward of the gods were more rare than the rain after a long drought. He regarded himself as the god of this city.

The sorcerer knelt down, not in a normal way as prepared, but fell to the ground directly after losing his balance. "Mr. Ma, spare me, I really tried my best. I fought with dozens of talisman masters..."

Mr. Ma felt sorry. This sorcerer obviously did not know how to please his master and actually started to defend himself. What he should have done was to admit his mistakes and say that he was useless, or even cry bitterly - no one likes a servant who loves to defend himself , even if the slave is right, he should take the blame voluntarily.

Thinking of this, Mr. Ma felt a sense of superiority as a person who had experienced it. In the past, when he was still among the "common people", he rarely made such mistakes.

He turned around and moved his fingers. The sorcerer who was kneeling on the ground flew out of another window, fell more than ten feet, and fell heavily on the ground. The screams stopped abruptly. He felt lucky that he didn't die, and dragged his body away 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 gained weight. At this time, he was staring at Mr. Ma in disbelief, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Mr. Ma was in a good mood. This was the performance he expected, so he smiled more, "If a person becomes noble, he should return home in glory to show his old friends. I can't "return home", so I have to invite my old friends. I hope you haven't suffered too much along the way. ”

The middle-aged man shook his head woodenly, still not believing his eyes. He slowly regained consciousness and carefully looked around the room, hoping to find something more real.

The room was not very big and the decoration was simple, but every item was very valuable. He could recognize it. Even the tables and chairs were specially made by famous craftsmen in the imperial capital, and the delicate patterns on the wooden legs were proof of that.

"So, you're not dead." The middle-aged man finally spoke, his voice dry. In fact, his whole body was feeling weak. He really wanted to find a place to sit down, but he insisted on standing, not out of politeness, nor because he wanted to look too good. Fragile.

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

The middle-aged man hesitated for a while and sat across from Mr. Ma, looking dazed. After thinking for a while, he asked: "What on earth is going on? You are obviously in the battle...why do the monsters 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 battle between the Holy Talisman Dynasty and the Sacrifice Kingdom. Humans didn't come to save me, but the demon clan sent me to Lookout Mountain, where I saw the truth. It turns out that I am born different. After leaving Wangshan, my surname is no longer Mu, my surname is Ma, and the half-demon is Ma."

"This, this..." The middle-aged man stood up again, his face turned red and white, and he was a little incoherent, "You are Mu Feihuang. You came from Yelin Town like me. What is different? You must be. Yes... there must be something wrong. You have been bewitched, right?"

Mu Feihuang is also middle-aged, but he has never gained weight. His complexion is slightly darker. His face that used to always smile is now like a piece of iron. Even his occasional smile cannot block the ruthlessness in his eyes.

Daliang Shen Xiuming was shocked and puzzled. His former partner even changed his tone of voice and looked completely different. Mu Feihuang's nickname was Lengzi. When he was a child, he was Er Shuan Shen Hao's follower. He was most effective when fighting, but not so good when bickering. At Pangshan Yangshen Peak, Mu Feihuang once betrayed Mu Xingqiu. Mu Xingqiu never told anyone about it, but Shen Xiuming could guess it.

Then came Zhiyongsuo, Duanliu City, and the Imperial Capital. Mu Feihuang gradually drifted away from the path of cultivation and became a mortal, serving as a soldier for the Princess of Xijie Kingdom. Two years ago, he participated in a During the war, everyone thought he died in battle.

Shen Xiuming sat down again, "Why did you arrest me?"

"It's not about arresting, it's about asking. If the magician does something wrong, I will punish him."

"Stop mincing words. To be honest, I don't think we are good friends. I was very sad when I heard that you died because there are not many people left in Yelin Town. But that's it. I won't be sad for you. Now Not anymore."

If this was an ordinary human or demon... Mr. Ma suddenly felt tired of killing. It would be good to drop to the mortal level occasionally, as long as he could make sure he could rise back to his original position.

"Well, there aren't many people left in Yelin Town. Shen Hao followed Dao to retreat together. As far as I know, he took your son away but left you behind. As for me, he probably already took me away from him. My partner completely forgot about it.”

Shen Xiuming snorted.

"Erliang Shen Xiuwei died in Jinghu Village, Zhuziguan Jinwu died in Laozu Peak, Xiaoshun Shen Tongyou and Fangfang died in Duanliu City, and the puppy Zhao Dayi died on the battlefield. He is real He died. I saw his body broken into two pieces. Who else? Ah, Xiaoqiu, Mu Xingqiu, he died in Zhibu State."

"Xiao Qiu is not dead." Daliang said firmly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, "The bald man is also alive."

"Bald Man has died a long time ago. He was the first to die. Every time I see that head flying around, I feel sick." Mr. Ma's tone became less peaceful, "The only people in Yelin Town are you and I am still alive in this world, so I want to invite you."

"Reminiscing about old times? We have nothing to say." The shock in Shen Xiuming's heart has disappeared.

"Of course, we haven't been good friends since childhood. You and Xiaoqiu were in the same group, and Er Shuan and I were in the same group. We didn't get closer when we were in Zhiyongsuo. Later, you became rich and became rich by growing flowers. , but I work as a slave for 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 calmly, ready to face death.

"Revenge? For revenge, I only need the head, not the whole person. Remember? Daotong said that the demon species invaded Yelin Town to steal Fangfang's soul. Everyone thought she was the most special person, but Daotong was wrong, at least there was no That’s right, the devil is not just looking for the soul, the truly special person is me.”

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

There was another knock on the door outside, "Mr. Demon, General Treading the Sea and Wang Suntuoyong want to see you."

Everything is under control, and Mr. Ma likes this feeling.