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

"Sentient beings" made him disgusted and fascinated because he used to be one of the sentient beings. He was busy running around for survival and always lacked a sense of security in his heart. But now, he is high and can determine the life and death of hundreds of thousands of residents. At this moment, he can use a simple spell to kill pedestrians or demons on the street several miles away. The unlucky guy would not even notice where the disaster came 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 flashed through the 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 burying their heads for dinner, and only one young man in his twenties was talking nonstop. The young man was full of energy, and the heavy work for the whole morning did not make him tired. He paced back and forth in front of his companions and made various passionate gestures.

Mr. Ma can use spells to listen to what the young man is saying, but he does not do so. He just wants to prove his ability. Whether the young man is bragging or inciting riots, there is no difference for him.

When the spell reaches the fingertips, just have to have a thought, a living life will end. The reaction of "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. Instead, they will scatter and work desperately in silence for several days, thinking that this will allow them to escape the disaster. They are completely unaware that the master on their heads is just killing them to get bored.

There was a knock on the door outside, and Mr. Ma took back his spell. If he could not see the scene of "sentient beings" jumping in panic, killing would lose its meaning. Fortunately, there were many opportunities. Talang City was a huge ant hole, and he had time to play games.

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

"Mr. Ma, I'll bring that man back." The witch's voice was respectful and even more frightened. Even if it was just such a simple sentence, he was trying to please the half-demon, and was worried that he would overdo it.

Trembling as if walking on thin ice, Mr. Ma still remembers the feeling. Seeing it from other creatures is like a rich man watching strangers live his tragic life in the past, which always brings a series of satisfaction and motivation.

Mr. Ma did not speak or even look back, and left the magician aside and let him think about it in panic. After a long time, he waved his arm, as if he was driving away the worm that was disturbing people - he had to give the other party something to ponder.

The magician immediately understood, bowed and exited the room, closed the door gently, and then hurried downstairs, with relief in the sound of footsteps.

Mr. Ma really wanted to laugh loudly, laughing like a child, but he held back. Although he could not see any gaze, he still showed a boring and indifferent expression. Boredom was the exclusive emotion of the nobles. Indifference was the appearance that only Taoist priests were qualified. He learned a lot from these two kinds of people.

The door opened quietly again, and the magician brought "that person". For the sake of "that person", the magician flew nearly ten thousand miles away, penetrated into the hostile human world, experienced many dangers along the way, and finally completed the mission.

"It's one day late, to be precise, five hours plus one quarter of an hour." Mr. Ma still did not turn around. The satisfaction and reward of the gods were more rare than the dew that had been seen in a long drought. He regarded himself as the god of this city.

The magician knelt down, not because he was ready to kneel down normally, but because he lost his center of gravity and fell directly to the ground. "Mr. Ma, please spare me, I have really tried my best, I will deal with dozens of talisman masters..."

Mr. Ma felt regretful that the magician obviously did not know how to please his master, so he actually spoke up. What he should do was to admit his mistakes, make what he said was useless, and even cry - no one likes slaves who love to defend themselves, even if the slaves are right, they should consciously and voluntarily take over the mistakes.

Thinking of this, Mr. Ma developed a sense of superiority as a veteran. In the past, when he was still among the "common beings", he rarely made such mistakes.

He turned around, moved his fingers, and the magician who was kneeling on the ground flew out of another window, fell more than ten feet, and fell heavily to the ground. The screams came to an abrupt end. He felt lucky before he died, and dragged his body back in a hurry.

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

Standing at the door was a middle-aged man with a fat figure. He was staring at Mr. Ma in disbelief, shocked to speak.

Mr. Ma was in a good mood, which was what he expected, so he smiled a little more, "If you have a noble person, you should return home in glory to show your 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 blankly, but still couldn't believe his eyes. He slowly regained his mind and looked at the room carefully, hoping to find something more real.

The room is not very big and the decoration is simple, but every item is very expensive, and he can recognize that even the tables and chairs are specially made by famous craftsmen in the imperial court, and the exquisite textures on the wooden legs are proof of this.

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

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

The middle-aged man hesitated for a while, sat opposite Mr. Ma, looking in a daze, then asked, "What's going on? You are obviously in the battle... Why do the demons call you 'Mr. Ma'? Why do 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 Kingdom of Sacrifice. Humans did not come to save me, but the demon clan sent me to Wangshan. There I saw the truth. It turned out that I was born different from others. After leaving Wangshan, my surname was Mu. My surname was Ma, and half-demon was 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, like me, they all came from Yelin Town. What's the difference? It must be... Something wrong must be. You were hit by the magic trick, right?"

Mu Feihuang is also a middle-aged man, but he has never gained weight. His skin is slightly darker. His face, which used to be smiling, now looks like a piece of iron. His occasional smile cannot block the ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Sit down, Daliang, don't push everything to the magic trick. The demon clan does not have this ability, they are as incompetent as humans."

Daliang Chen Xiuming was shocked and puzzled. His former companions even changed their tone, which was completely different. Mu Feihuang's nickname was Langzi. When he was a child, he was the follower of Chen Hao. He was the most powerful when fighting, but he couldn't do it when he was a quarrel. At Pangshan Yangshen Peak, Mu Feihuang once betrayed Mu Xingqiu. Mu Xingqiu had never told anyone about this, but Chen Xiuming could guess the rough idea.

Then there was the Zhiyong Institute, Duanliu City, Huangjing, and Mu Feihuang gradually drifted away from his cultivation, becoming one of the mortals, and serving as a personal soldier for Princess Xijieguo. Two years ago, he participated in a big battle, and everyone thought he was killed on the battlefield.

Chen Xiuming sat down again, "What did you do to catch me?"

"It's not to catch it, it's to ask. If the magician has any inappropriate things, I will punish him."

"Don't pick on words. To be honest, I don't think we are good friends. I'm very sad when I heard that you were dead, because there are not many people left in Yelin Town, but that's it. I won't be sad for you, let alone now."

If this is an ordinary human or demon race... Mr. Ma suddenly felt tired of killing, and occasionally he fell to the level of a mortal. Just ensure that he could still get back to his original position.

"Well, there are not many people in Yelin Town. Chen Hao followed Daotong to retreat. As far as I know, he took your son away, but threw you down. As for me, he probably forgot my former companion."

Chen Xiuming snorted.

"Erliang Chen Xiu only died in Jinghu Village, Zhuzi Guan Jinwu died in Laozu Peak, Xiaoshun Chen Tongyou and Fangfang died in Duanliu City, and the little dog Zhao Dayi died on the battlefield. He was really dead. I saw his body broken into two pieces with my own eyes. Who else? Ah, Xiaoqiu, Mu Xingqiu, he died in Zhibubang."

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

"The bald man has long died. He is the first to die. Every time I see the flying head, I feel disgusted." Mr. Ma's tone was not so peaceful. "You and I are the only people in Yelin Town who live in this world, so I want to invite you."

"Do you reminisce about the past? We have nothing to say." Chen Xiuming's shock had disappeared.

"Of course, we have not been good friends since we were young. You and Xiaoqiu are in the same group, and I am in the same group. I didn't get closer when I was in the workplace. Later, you became rich and became rich by planting flowers. But I worked as a slave to the princess in Huangjing, lived in a cold house, and ate the food left over from others."

"Now you can take revenge." Chen Xiuming said calmly, ready to welcome death.

"Revenge? If you take revenge, I only need a head, not a whole person. Remember? The Daotong said that the demon seed invaded Yelin Town to snatch Fangfang's soul. Everyone thought she was the most special person, but the Daotong was wrong, at least not all right. The demon seed is not only looking for the soul, but the real special person is me."

Mr. Ma paused for a while, admiring the astonishment on Chen Xiuming's face, "I want to know if you are equally special."

There was another knock on the door outside, "Mr. Demon, General Stepping on the Sea and Wang Sun Tuoyong asked for a meeting."

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

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