Demon Sword God

After the hustle and bustle, there were only two tables of people left in the entire hotel. One table was Mu Lin and Qingqing, and the other table was a little unnatural, because there was only one person at the second table. Middle-aged man in black robe with crutches.At first glance, it seems to others that he is a blind man. He sits there quietly, as if he is out of tune with this noisy world.

The most surprising thing is that Mu Lin has no impression of this person at all. Has this person been in the hotel just now?After trying hard to think about it for a long time, there was no result, so Mu Lin simply stopped thinking about it.

When Manager Lin saw that the man in black didn't leave, he didn't get angry. Instead, he let go of his arrogance, walked peacefully in front of the man in black and nodded slightly.

"Owner."

He is Feng Ling?

Mu Lin was stunned for a moment.

"Well, you should step back first." Feng Ling's voice was thick and steady with a hint of majesty, Manager Lin retreated behind Feng Ling.

"Why didn't the little friend over there leave?" There was a hint of surprise and doubt in the heroic voice.

"Answer him, because you smell like a demon." Hei Sha said coldly.

"Because you smell like a demon." Mu Lin tried to answer calmly.

Just when Hei Sha told Mu Lin this answer in his consciousness, Mu Lin was also taken aback. Demons, there will be demons entering the human territory.And then the words of black killing made Mu Lin feel relieved. "Although this man and that man from Harlem have the flavor of the demons, the blood of the demons is not pure. It should be part of the power of the acquired demons."

"The taste of the demons..." Feng Ling fell silent suddenly, and repeated Mu Lin's words to himself, then nodded lightly and told the trembling boss, "You go out first."

"Yes... yes... Master Feng Ling." Boss Yu tried hard to calm his mood, and retreated with trembling legs.If someone else were the owner of this hotel, he would be shocked by some rude people accusing Feng Ling of being a demon, but Yu Lao would not, because he knew exactly what kind of power this man in front of him was. identity.

"Then what do you think of the demons?" Feng Ling's tone changed from curiosity to questioning.

"What a cunning guy, interesting..." Hei Sha's tone was obviously not very happy.

After feeling the displeasure on Heisha's face, he fell into silence. Mu Lin understood that Heisha had thrown this problem to himself.

"The demons are stronger and more orderly than us." Any rhetoric is futile in the face of absolute strength, and Mu Lin decided to tell the truth about his views on the demons.

"Oh? Then." Feng Ling seemed surprised by Mu Lin's answer.

"I don't consider the factor of intelligence and only look at strength. If wild beasts are basic-level creatures, then humans are advanced creatures, monsters are super-class creatures, and demons..." Mu Lin paused, and then said, "They are top-level creatures."

"What a top-level creature." Feng Ling's eyes lit up, and his tone suddenly became a little harsh, "Then, from your point of view, what is the difference between these top-level creatures and us."

"There is no difference, they are both creatures, but their ideals and concepts are different from ours." Mu Lin held Qingqing's hand under the table and answered firmly.

"If you have to talk about the difference." Feng Ling's tone suddenly became colder and colder.

"If you have to talk about the difference, the demons and humans only have different blood colors." Mu Lin held Qingqing's hand and tightened it a bit.