I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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A boring day is about to end again.

Lingping leaned on the chair, humming a little song, and filling in the options with her fingers on the phone screen.

He is fulfilling his civic duty-filling out the annual tax return.

In the federal empire, taxpayer is a wonderful term.

Because most of the citizenship rights are closely related to taxation.

To use an analogy, voting rights and proposal rights are not natural.

Voter qualifications in the Empire are directly linked to taxation.

Without paying taxes, there is no right to vote and to make proposals.

Can not participate in the national exam.

Therefore, in the Federal Empire, the qualifications of taxpayers are very important.

Even if, in fact, many people, especially low-income earners, pay zero tax each year.

However, this tax return must be filled out every year.

Moreover, it must be completed and reported within the legal time limit.

In this way, the various institutions of the empire are willing to help you.

Otherwise, all federal agencies will refuse to serve you.

Because you are not their service object.

Therefore, accountants in the Federal Empire are very popular.

People above the middle class need an accountant to help them fill out the annual tax return.

One is to carry out financial restructuring to reduce or exempt tax within the legal framework as much as possible.

The second is to prevent some income from failing to be legally declared in the manner prescribed by the law, resulting in tax taint and thus affecting the enjoyment of federal services.

However, people like Lingping are not needed.

Because of his tax file, he was directly classified into the third category.

That is ‘other categories’.

He can enjoy a special tax exemption policy with an annual income of 200,000 and below.

Filling out this form is just a walk through the scene.

Therefore, he filled it out very quickly, and when he encountered a problem, he just checked the third item.

After filling in the form, Ling Ping put down the phone.

The annual civic obligations have been fulfilled.

Standing up, he stretched, and then looked at the kitten Best who had been lying on his stomach in the corner of the counter. He said, "Sleep!"

Best jumped off the counter and landed at his feet.

Lingping took out its blanket and put it at the door.

The little guy lay down obediently.

Ling put out the light safely and said to it: "Good night!"

So, on the phone, walked upstairs.

The kitten was lying on the towel, and his owner's shadow was reflected in the amber cat's eyes.

It slowly closed its eyes.

Behind him, the pyramid is reflecting.

Countless prayers and prayers are rolling in.

The line of faith connects all the cat goddess temples in the Kingdom of Egypt.

Those tall, built temples in the middle of the city.

The devout believer prayed loudly.

The priests recite the scriptures of the goddess.

They want to connect with their gods to get power and favor from the gods.

but……

The cat goddess did not move.

He didn't want to intervene anymore.

He is just a pet, and a pet must be what a pet should be.

Able to make a move, lend out his supernatural power, and let Egypt smooth out civil strife.

It is the limit, and if you interfere, you may be killed by a fist falling from the sky!

Besides...

Now, it is a world of great controversy.

The cat goddess can feel that the concentration of aura recovery continues to rise.

He understood that soon, the ancient gods in this world would become active.

and so……

What Egypt should do now is to calm down and lick the wound well.

Don't get involved in things you can't get involved.

Don't think about things you can't think of.

A small country with few people requires the consciousness of a small country with few people.

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Lingping took a bath, changed into pajamas, and sat on the sofa in the living room, drinking Kvass.

The empty living room is very quiet.

Don't know why, he is not sleepy now.

On the contrary, very excited.

"what happened?"

For some reason, he has an urge to go out and stroll around.

I don't know how long this impulse has not appeared.

Like...like...

When I was young... I just like to go out and play if I don't understand.

Climb the wall of the industrial park and sneak into the factory to make trouble.

Or maybe catch frogs under the tree with the neighbor’s children, or catch frogs by the river beside the industrial park.

However, when he grew up a bit and became sensible, he didn't like going out more and more.

Bigger, the mobile Internet is coming.

Anything can be solved by the mobile phone, so I don't want to go out.

"Hmm..." He finished a bottle of Kvass and stood up: "It's simply, nothing to do... Let's go out for a stroll..."

"Nearby night market..."

"The surrounding mall or something..."

With that, he began to change clothes.

He has always been like this, doing whatever he wants, doing whatever he wants, and will never twitch.

He changed into clothes and shoes, and then went downstairs.

Meow!

Seemingly hearing his footsteps, the kitten at the door stood up all at once, and then ran over quickly.

Lingping picked up the little guy without turning on the light, went to the door, took out the key and pulled up the rolling shutter.

Then he opened the door and looked at the secluded streets outside.

Tonight, the moon and stars are sparse, and the moonlight shines on the city like frost.

The street lights in the streets were on.

The creeper on the courtyard wall of the industrial park opposite is clearly visible.

The evening breeze was blowing in the streets and it was a little bit cold.

Lingping hugged her cat, walked out the door, and then locked the door.

"Little boy..." Lingping said to his pet: "Let's take an adventure tonight!"

Meow!

The kitten yelled softly, agreeing very much.

The amber cat's eyes reflected the image of its owner at the moment.

The fog-shrouded head slowly appeared.

Two points of fire, like a little bit of starlight, penetrated into the eyes.

An ordinary young man with a pair of cheap eyes appeared in the cat's eyes.

Ling Ping'an had already looked to the left, at the end of the street.

He remembered that there seemed to be a park coming through this street and turning left.

So, holding the cat, he walked over.

It has been a long time since I went to the back mountain of the park at night.

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"General..." Song Shihui was called out urgently and awakened from his practice: "He is out!"

Song Shihui immediately opened his eyes and interrupted this practice.

Then directly connect the big screen in your room to the monitoring center.

So he saw a video that was sent.

The ancient god, the door that was already closed, was opened.

In the darkness, two streams of fire slowly appeared under the camera.

The mist shrouded the indescribable head.

The thin young man appeared under the camera.

He held his pet and appeared under surveillance.

then……

The head that was filled with mist showed **** flesh little by little, and the two spots of fire turned into little stars, condensing a pair of black and white eyes.

He smiled.

It seems to be monitoring.

That smile is meaningful, but indescribable.

Then, he closed the door, turned around, and walked towards the end of the street.

The street lamp reflected him, his shadow, ordinary.

Song Shihui was stunned.

He watched this video repeatedly.

Because this video is the first time to show evidence of the bookstore owner's transformation to the black guard.

Don't underestimate, that moment, the transition from nothing to something.

because……

This may well mean some kind of trust or acceptance.

This is easy to understand!

For example, in many circles in the imperial capital, you can't enter if you have money.

Insufficient qualifications, not recognized, no matter how rich they are, they will be rejected.

In the same way, this ancient **** showed his form transition moment under the camera without any cover.

This is a kind of trust.

It means acceptance and recognition in a sense.

otherwise……

The existence of this person makes it impossible for outsiders to see any of his secrets.

Even this secret is actually useless.

but……

"He is out?" Song Shihui thought: "What does he want to do?"

Especially that meaningful smile.

Song Shihui kept reminiscing about the smile in his mind, he understood that this one had deliberately left at this time.

There must be a purpose.

But what does he intend?

Song Shihui didn't know.

He can only tell Xia Ping who is opposite the communicator: "Start all monitoring methods immediately..."

"I want to know... His whereabouts..."

After thinking about it, he added: "If He doesn't want to, don't force it!"

The unwilling standard has already been set.

For example, the camera does not work normally...

In other words, monitoring cannot be scrupulous...

This is not allowed.

Even if it is a malfunction, it must be regarded as not allowed.

Because... the black guard must not take risks.

Any risky options must be excluded!

This is wisdom!

Results of analysis by countless think tank staff.

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Lingping hugged her pet, walked through the secluded streets and turned into a road.

This busy road in the past, nowadays, there are no vehicles.

Only occasionally can I see a passing taxi.

Lingping is also used to it.

Since the factory in the industrial park has closed down or moved.

A large number of workers and their families, including their machines, were packed and carried on a freighter, heading for the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Southern Zhou Dynasty, and Western Song Dynasty.

Manufacturing is slowly disappearing from the local area.

The rise of the service industry.

The new economic cycle begins to circulate.

The depression of Chengdong District is doomed!

Going forward, passing through two intersections, the shadow of a park built on a mountain appeared in front of you.

When I got here, the market became lively.

Because here has entered the traditional construction of the night market.

This night market has a history of one hundred years!

In the heyday of the industrial park, the most prosperous!

When I was young, Lingping often came here to play.

Because here is not only all kinds of delicious food.

There are also various fun performances to watch.

You can see various performances and acrobatics of various countries from all over the world here.

unfortunately……

Lingping walked in the night market for a while, then shook his head.

Traditional performances have all disappeared.

It reminded him of the poor circus that he met last time.

Those who are physically disabled but still want to rely on themselves, not the state.

He sighed.

"Technological progress is not all good!" he said.

Under the mobile Internet wave, his bookstore is a victim.

Acrobatics, circus, puppet show, monkey show...

Also a victim.

but……

This is the historical trend!

Unstoppable, irreversible!

Those who follow, those who oppose, die!

Ordinary people like him have no choice but to welcome with open arms.

Out of the night market, he raised his head and looked at the park on the top of the mountain.

So, along the steps of the mountain road, stepped forward.

This park has a history of one hundred years. It was also built for the heavy industry base that year, and it is one of the infrastructure facilities for workers to enjoy leisure and entertainment.

Similar facilities were once all over the eastern part of the city.

unfortunately……

now……

Lingping looked at the mottled steps and broken fences around him.

This place has fallen into disrepair.

Fortunately, this park has enough historical heritage.

So, even though it is late, there are still many people in the park on the mountain.

Most are elderly and children.

Under the street lamps, the shade of the park and the fountain square, people walk or play.

Looking at Ling Ping'an, she also had some innocence.

He hugged his cat and walked in.

Suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be a crowd gathering under a downhill step on the left hand side.

Many elderly people gathered around a booth and talked a lot.

Ling Ping'an leaned forward curiously, so he saw a man sitting in the stall with a shirtless body and red cloth on his head.

A little girl, holding a gong, stood behind him.

She spoke to the crowd of onlookers with full accent, and arched her hands like a small adult: "Elders, brothers and sisters..."

"Our father and daughter came from Chu, passing by the precious land..."

"According to the ancestral instruction, please help you and solve problems for the fathers!"

"If it works, please pay with one day's housing and meals!"

Lingping listened, and saw what was placed in front of the strong man.

It was a dustpan, and there seemed to be a thin layer of fine sand in the dustpan.

The man held a pen in his hand, his eyes closed tightly, and he said nothing, only the little girl was speaking behind him.

Lingping watched, suddenly became curious.

As a liberal arts student, he knows things like help.

It is probably a kind of feudal superstition in ancient times.

Some are similar to **** fights.

just……

From the corner of Lingping's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a small bronze statue in front of the man's dustpan.

The bronze statue is written in ancient traditional characters: The Lady of the Taiyin, the Lord of the Clouds, and the Goddess of High Media.

There seems to be a string in Lingping's heart that has been plucked.

An essay I learned in school suddenly emerged.

"Yulan Tang Xi Mufang, Hua Caiyi Xi Ruoying..."

Qu Zi’s masterpiece, no liberal arts students don’t read it~www.ltnovel.com~ so...

"The **** they support is Jun Zhongjun?"

This is interesting!

Because, most of the general supporters are bodhisattvas, Buddhas, emperors and the like.

Shouldn’t the ancient beliefs like Yunzhongjun have disappeared now that they are reasonable?

"No wonder they are so miserable..." Lingping thought.

Shouldn't feudal superstitions now be dominated by gods that are more familiar to the general public?

Jun in the cloud? Too strange, right?

No wonder the onlookers can't ask.

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