Demon Sword God

After the hustle and bustle, there were only two tables of people left in the entire hotel. One table was occupied by Mu Lin and Qing Qing, and the people at the other table who had not left were a little unnatural, because there was only one person at the second table, one blindfolded and holding a chair.

A middle-aged man in a black robe wearing a cane. At first glance, others feel 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. Was there this person 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 hadn't left, he didn't get angry. Instead, he put down his arrogance and calmly walked up to the man in black and nodded slightly.

"Owner."

Is he Fengling?

Mu Lin was stunned for a moment.

"Well, please step back first." Fengling's voice was thick and steady with a hint of majesty, and Manager Lin retreated behind Fengling.

"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." Heisha said coldly.

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

Just when Hei Sha told Mu Lin this answer in his mind, Mu Lin was also shocked. Demons, demons would actually enter human territory. And then Hei Sha's words made Mu Lin feel...

He was relieved. "Although this man and the Harlem man have the flavor of the demon clan, the blood of the demon clan is not pure. They should have acquired some of the power of the demon clan."

"The smell of demons..." Fengling suddenly fell silent and repeated Mu Lin's words to himself. He nodded lightly and ordered to the boss who was shaking with fear: "You go out first."

"Yes...yes...Master Fengling." Boss Yu tried to calm down his mood and stepped back with trembling legs. If someone else were the owner of this hotel, he would be shocked that there were rude people accusing Fengling.

It smells like a demon, but Yu Lao doesn't, because he clearly knows the identity of the powerful man in front of him.

"So what do you think of the demon clan?" Fengling's tone changed from curiosity to questioning.

"What a cunning guy, interesting..." Hei Sha's tone was obviously unhappy.

Feeling the displeasure on Hei Sha's face, he fell into silence. Mu Lin understood that Hei Sha had thrown this problem to him.

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

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

"Ignore the factor of intelligence and only look at strength. If beasts are basic-level creatures, then humans are higher-level creatures, Warcraft are special-level creatures, and demons..." Mullin paused, and then said, "They are top-level creatures."

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

"There is no difference. They are both living beings, but their ideals are different from us humans." Mu Lin held Qing Qing's hand under the table and answered firmly.

"What if we have to tell the difference?" Fengling's tone suddenly became colder and colder.

"If we have to talk about the difference, the blood colors of demons and humans are just different." Mu Lin held Qingqing's hand and tightened it a little tighter.