"Hello Mr. Wang, we have detected that you have picked up a mask recently, which allows you to borrow the power of Demon Dang Tianzun. The company hopes that you can hand in the mask. In return, the company will give you a bonus of 500 yuan and a company-wide commendation."
"I didn't."
"But the company has confirmed it."
Wang Jian frowned: "I have already said that if there is no, there is no. Do you dare to question Tianzun?"
"Mr. Wang, if you refuse to cooperate, the company can only take coercive measures. As far as we know, you can only use the power of Demon Dang Zun when you encounter demons. I advise you not to try to fight against the company."
Wang Jian unhurriedly took out a mask from his arms and put it on. The carbon nanotube flying sword behind him slowly rose, and he stepped on the anti-matter somersault cloud. A majestic voice came from his mouth: "I now declare that you are a demon!"
Reader comments
It's not bad, it's a relatively classic urban hermit story, a bit more everyday, but I don't know if it will be updated.
It's not bad, it's a relatively classic urban hermit story, a bit more everyday, but I don't know if it will be updated.