I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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Lingping stood at the door, watching the foreign guest, holding the book he just bought, and gradually disappearing into the mist.

He also felt like he was a little drunk.

He yawned.

Looking back, I saw that the kitten Best had been lying on the blanket.

"Little guy!" He smiled, and pulled the rolling shutter down: "You are greedy!"

But then again, without this little guy, I would have missed this kind of deliciousness.

"United States of America!" Lingping pinched a spar again and threw it into his mouth, quietly feeling the sweet taste: "It must be a small foreign country with beautiful scenery!"

"There is a life in the fields and pastoral songs, and there is the ease under the leisurely Nanshan..."

"If I have a chance, I might be able to go there and see..."

Curious hunting is a common hobby of the federal people.

Close the door, put out the light, Lingping held the iron box and walked up the stairs.

Throw the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

He yawned again, then walked to the bedroom, tilted his head back, and fell into a sweet sleep.

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Elizabeth walked out of the mist and looked back at the mist dissipating in front of her.

She raised the "Steel Bible" in her hand.

The Bible burst out with brilliant brilliance, unfolding words full of truth one by one before her eyes.

At the same time, the other book on her body, the "Mechanical Gospel", seemed to be attracted by it. It actively floated and released the brilliance of steel.

The two brilliance are intertwined and merged with each other.

Eventually both books began to melt.

In the end, they merged into one book and fell into her hands.

The gospel of machinery began to sing: "Bell the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine!"

And the steel bible also began to bloom with the light of truth.

Let Elizabeth have a deeper understanding and cognition of the truth of steel and the truth of machinery.

She piously held this brand-new holy scripture, the immortal scripture called "Machinery Scripture".

Begin to march towards her steel altar.

She knew how to upgrade this steel altar into a mechanical temple!

In addition to flesh and blood and life, she also needs faith!

More faith!

The great spirit of omnipotence needs more faith, and the great Gatling Bodhisattva also needs more believers!

The devout beliefs of at least one hundred thousand believers can make the steel altar have the possibility of evolution.

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In a daze, Lingping felt his consciousness, as if sitting on a swing, wandering aimlessly in the world.

It takes him less than a second to drift from the side of the world to the other end of the world.

"This world is so small!" he said.

But dreams are always like this, strange and confused.

Moreover, he is also a little drunk.

Even in a dream, I don't really want to open my eyes.

Just want to continue drifting like this, the feeling of swinging is not bad.

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand stroking his head.

In a daze, Lingping opened his eyes.

A vague female figure stood beside him.

"Mom!" Lingping called out instinctively.

"I'm not your mother..." The figure gently stroked him: "You are just a child born from my stomach..."

"Mom!" But Lingping ignored her and grabbed her warm hand.

"Child..." She asked softly, "How do you feel about this world?"

"Very warm..." Lingping replied, "I feel good!"

"The people here are very nice!"

"Do you want to smash it?"

"Why smash it?!" Ling Ping'an didn't quite understand.

"That's good!" The vague figure slowly returned to nothingness, but her gentle voice still came: "You must remember the warmth of this world..."

"Don't smash it!"

wake up!

Lingping opened his eyes and looked around. He let out a soft breath.

"Dreaming again..." he sighed.

Every year, he may have such a dream.

Dreaming of his mother or father.

And every time, they reminded him-don't smash the world.

But the problem is...

Lingping touched his head: "How can I smash a world? It's not a glass ball..."

He sat up from the bed, it was already dawn, and the morning sun was falling from outside.

He understood that he would have such a dream.

It's because he is missing.

I miss the warmth of childhood and the warmth of a family of three.

unfortunately……

He can't even remember the appearance of his parents now.

Only vague figures and impressions can only be seen occasionally in a dream.

Therefore, every time he dreamed, although he knew it was fake, he still wanted to indulge as much as possible.

Unfortunately, even dreams are short-lived.

For this reason, he has sought help from some psychologists and got a diagnosis of his lack of care and the possibility of suffering from traumatic stress.

But the problem is...

He really has no mental illness, and there is no lack of love.

He can play games at a young age, and learn codewords when he grows up.

Life is full and easy, without any pressure.

Except for occasionally missing childhood life, there are no other problems.

"In two days, go to the Federal Meritorious Cemetery to visit the two elders!" Lingping thought: "I haven't visited the two elders for a long time!"

"Probably because of this, I was thinking about it, subconsciously remind me through dreams!"

That's about the explanation.

After figuring this out, he became heartless again.

After a brief refreshing, Lingping remembered the peach tree he had raised upstairs, so he fetched some water and went upstairs.

Push the door open, and the plastic basin is placed by the door.

A small sapling has nodded its head and sprouted some twigs.

Little, like a cute little child, gently swayed in the breeze.

Lingping looked very happy.

He felt that this little sapling was like his own child.

So he sprinkled a little water, then knelt down and looked at the little sapling: "Little guy, you have to grow up healthy and healthy!"

"I'm waiting for you to grow up and eat your peaches!"

The young leaves of the young sapling ~www.ltnovel.com~ swayed gently, seeming to give an answer.

Lingping nodded, turned around, closed the door, and went downstairs.

Before reaching the stairs, a text message came from his mobile phone.

He picked it up and took a look, his face suddenly twitched. ,

A text message was displayed on the phone.

Aunt: Xiaoping, I will return to China tomorrow!

Lingping swallowed.

Why did this grandma come back so soon?

Didn’t you say that you will stay in the Northern Zhou Dynasty for three months or even six months?

Could the current archaeological excavation work be so fast?

But he didn't dare to complain more, so he could only pick up the phone and enter a message obediently: Got it! Auntie!