I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

　　As usual, the bookstore business is still deserted.

　　 At night, no one came to the door.

　　 Lingping is also happy and peaceful, playing games for a day.

　　I finally put down the phone until I felt dizzy.

　　 Looking at the latest rank on the phone screen, he started to swell.

　　 "Jie Jie!" Ling Ping An arrogantly said: "The braves of the canyon, all are sold in Seoul!"

　　 "Too easy! Too easy! Too easy!"

　　 From the afternoon to now, he has only lost one hand.

　　 It was because of the two teammates dropping the line, and the black on the opposite side, constantly bringing the line to check the loss.

　　 Other times, it was almost crushed.

　　 So, I came to the Eternal Diamond in sections.

　　 rubbed the slightly sour temples, Lingping picked up the water cup, found the bag of unknown leaves in the drawer, counted a few pieces from it, and made a cup for herself.

　　 sipping sweet tea, swept away from exhaustion.

　　 Lingping looked up at the time on the computer.

　　 It's half past eight.

　　 "Add more today!" he said.

　　 So, he sat down at the counter, crackling the start code.

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　　 Hanli's figure rises and falls from among the tall buildings that have long been abandoned.

　　 Soon, she came to a building in the north of the old downtown of Donglin City, which still looked glamorous in appearance.

　　 The glass wall of the building even still hangs the LOGO of Zhentai Industrial.

　　 She raised her head and looked at the 55-story, 160-meter-high skyscraper.

　　 The whispering in the ear, rustling.

　　 The building in front of her gradually changed its appearance in her eyes.

　　 The original glorious mansion is now like a piece of dead wood.

　　 The smooth glass exterior wall in the eyes of outsiders is actually covered with various molds.

　　 Hanli walked forward blankly, opened the glass door, and entered the building.

　　 The welcoming lights hung in the hall were lit one by one.

　　 Sobbing and crying sounded from all directions.

　　 There were gusts of cold wind blowing on Han Li.

　　 made her feel the inexplicable cold.

　　 But she just smiled.

　　 "Little ghost, dare to be presumptuous in front of me?" Han Li raised his hand and held the scarlet whip in his palm.

Snapped!

　　 A long whip in the air, making a crisp sound.

　　 The lights hung from the ceiling of the hall fell one by one in the sound of whip.

　　 The sound of whimpering and crying disappeared cleanly.

　　 Even the cold wind stopped.

　　 The long whip in Han Li's hand stretched forward.

　　As if there is a sage, tracking something.

　　 Finally, she caught it.

　　 Pulled hard, scarlet whip, dragged a thing with long red hair covering his face, and returned to Han Li.

　　 The chattering in the ear, rustling, urging her.

　　 Hanli's face struggled.

　　 But after all, it couldn't meet the urging of chattering.

　　 She squatted down and looked at the thing that was still struggling with the whip.

　　 It was dressed in red, and the long hair that seemed to grow from its head covered its whole body.

　　 If you look closely, you will know that, in fact, this thing is only red clothes and long hair.

　　 Under the red clothes, among the long hair, there is only a cloud of blue-gray humanoid gas.

　　 In Han Li's eyes, red clothes and long hair actually don't exist.

　　 This is a light group with a vaguely human shape.

　　 Looking at it, Han Li couldn't help drooling.

　　 So, she subconsciously stretched out her hand, grabbed the thing, and stuffed it into her mouth.

　　 Click, click!

　　 Hanli's eyes gradually turned red.

　　 is like a beast in the dark.

　　 Fierce and cruel!

　　 She was chewing the ball of light, like eating the most delicious thing in the world.

　　 In front of her, there was an evil spirit that once left countless demon hunters helpless.

　　 The United Nations National Security Organization, an evil spirit that cannot be eliminated.

　　 became food.

　　Because this is innate.

　　 In the abyss, all ghosts, unjust souls and earthbound spirits are just food for the devil.

　　In essence, demons are soul-feeding existences.

　　 swallowed the red evil spirit completely.

　　 Hanli stood up and looked at this mansion again, everything was different.

　　 The hall that was once clean and tidy because of the existence of the evil spirit in red is now a dilapidated place full of dust and cobwebs.

　　 Several skeletons were scattered beside the sofa in the hall.

　　 Hanli put out his tongue and licked his plump and bright lips.

　　 "It's delicious!" She commented on the taste of evil spirits.

　　 entrenched the mansion for more than ten years, and the evil spirits in red that made countless demon hunters come home in feathers ceased to exist.

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　　 Elizabeth, now like a skeleton.

　　 Her flesh and blood have become fuel.

　　In the surging steam turbine, it turns into mechanical power.

　　 So, she dragged tanks and armored vehicles together, and piled them into a mountain of steel and machinery with a strange beauty and inexplicable logic.

　　 The prototype of the steel altar has been established.

　　 the track became the foundation.

　　The armor is the outer wall.

　　The turret is the holy emblem.

　　 Engine and engine are icons.

　　 Boxes of ammunition and barrels of fuel were placed in the center of this mountain.

　　 "More is good, big is beautiful!" She raised her head and looked at the great altar in front of her, this sacred steel altar. Her eyes were full of piety and awe.

　　 At this time, this underground munitions warehouse was completely different.

　　 Everything has been transformed.

but……

　　 Elizabeth lowered her head and looked at the "Mechanical Gospel" in her hand.

　　 At this time, this mechanical scripture has opened a brand new chapter.

　　 One by one, the words made of iron and steel slowly turned into molten iron and flowed onto Elizabeth.

　　 made her thin body full again.

　　 also let her know what is needed for the construction of this altar step by step.

　　 "Steel can only produce will when blood is poured out!" She said: "Machine can only be awakened by injecting life into it!"

　　 So, she is going to hunt.

　　 hunt down the evil spirit minions and use their blood to water this sacred altar.

　　 Catch the descendants of Cthulhu and use their lives to infuse them into the machine.

　　 "Great Spirit of All Opportunities!" Elizabeth worshipped the altar in front of her piously: "You are one and ten thousand, there is and nothing!"

　　 "You are the savior of the world and the apocalypse of destruction!"

　　 "It's you, Duoqiang Riveting!"

　　 "Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva is also you!"

　　 "You are the Father, the Mother, and the Son!"

　　 "May your way travel in all universes, like a mechanical engine, roaring in all worlds!"

　　 She stood up and walked out of the warehouse.

　　 Two laser knives stretched out from the arms.

　　 The flesh is pumped into the steam turbine, and the turbine is burning.

　　 She is going to kill!

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　　 Sitting at the counter, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com's spiritual peace and inspiration burst out like a tide.

　　 A chapter of two thousand words, less than half a novel, is almost finished.

　　 But suddenly, he was in a daze.

　　 All the inspiration came to an abrupt end.

　　 There seems to be a noise in his ear.

　　 faintly, he seemed to hear waves of vague, unclear sounds.

　　 This sound is a bit like the feeling when the engine of a car engine is broken.

　　 But it seems a bit like the sound of prayers in Taoist temples and Buddhist temples.

　　 also lasted about two seconds at most.

　　 The noise disappeared cleanly.

　　 Ling cut out his ears safely: "Gan!"

　　 "Fuck it!"

　　 "At a critical moment, there was an auditory hallucination?"

　　 "Your sister!"

　　 He looked at the document that had written 1,725 ​​words, and he was a little bit eager to cry.

　　 is still two hundred and seventy-five words short.

　　 This is not a problem that can be solved by irrigation.

and so……

　　Lingping looked at the computer and said, "Today's update is probably over!"

　　 "But I haven't said this before, so it's not a pigeon!"

　　 and...

　　 To tell the truth, a street writer is a pigeon.

What can 　　 do?

　　 No one cares at all.

　　 Receiving the blade and being chased to have to add more, that is the treatment that the great **** has.

　　 rush the street... not worthy!

　　 raised his head and looked at the clock.

　　 "It's only past nine o'clock!" Ling Ping'an was surprised, and he took out his phone: "Such a beautiful day, without playing a few games, I really can't stand this good time!"

　　 then entered the canyon.

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