I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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In the afternoon, it started to rain.

The patter of rain accompanied the autumn breeze, causing the temperature to drop several degrees.

But in the bookstore, the temperature is still around 20 degrees Celsius.

Lingping sat at the counter, filling out his electronic contract.

First, the title of the book, the name of the author, and then various electronic signatures.

After everything is done, click Send.

Soon, the editor on the opposite side sent a received emoji.

Lingping snapped his fingers: "Get it done!"

Then he looked at his current data.

172 collections, 210 recommendations.

Very good!

He raised his legs and began to look forward to his results after being recommended.

Central Plains Five Whites...

Your opponent is here!

He lifted his lips slightly, very proud.

Like every time before, this time he is still full of confidence.

Even, he changed his penguin label-a man is a boy to death!

…………………………

Han Li walked out of the cave where he was hiding.

The sun fell on her, the figure of the demon hunter was enchanting and plump, and the skin was moist and shiny.

A pair of eyes, shining like gems.

The babble in the ear is no longer as rusty as it used to be.

It has a different taste.

Savor carefully, it seems to be some kind of electric wave, like the Morse code long ago.

However, it was extremely chaotic, and there was no logic at all.

However, Han Li felt that he could understand a little bit.

Zi Zi... Zi Zi...

She stretched out her hand and gently bowed the sunlight in front of her.

Some things in the light were slowly lifted up by her.

These are psionics!

She gently kneaded, winding these psychic energy into silk threads.

Slowly, they were woven into a small dragon, wandering between Han Li's fingers.

With a light wave, the dragon turned into a little light and dissipated in the air.

Behind Han Li, Xiao Ai was dumbfounded.

"Equivalent to the manipulation of divine power at the level of a false god..." she thought, "No! It should be the subtle manipulation ability that a true **** has!"

As the bloodline of the love-stab heaven clan, Xiao Ai has recalled some of the past.

By reading "The Book of Escordale" left by his father, Xiao Ai also has a clearer understanding of the past of the Ai Tsang Clan.

Therefore, she knew that this was the ability that only the existence of the true God could possess.

With this ability, this human girl, as long as she doesn't fall, will surely lift up the **** seat and ignite the fire.

And the plane where she was born has a population of hundreds of millions.

this means……

She can rely on this plane to establish her own **** system.

"Let's go!" Han Li turned around and waved to Xiao Ai: "We should report to Minister Wang!"

It is time to pull out all the minions and strongholds left in the abyss one by one.

Only in this way can we take the initiative in future wars!

…………………………………………

Elizabeth shook her steel wings and dragged a huge evil **** child to the sky above the steel temple.

With ease, this evil **** child fell into the center of the steel temple.

His flesh and soul were quickly broken down by the steel temple.

Turned into a strip of psychic light, nourishing this great palace.

"Not enough...not enough!" Elizabeth looked at, and she shook her head slightly.

The North American continent has been integrated by her.

Mankind continued to regain lost ground, and the descendants of the evil **** were compressed outside the scope of the doomsday fortress.

Taking time to recover the entire continent is no longer a dream.

but……

The descendants of the evil gods who remain on the earth are just inferior products that the evil gods who are entrenched on Mars, the moon, Jupiter, and the sun hate and give up.

For the Iron Temple, their quality is too low.

She raised her head, and the pair of emotionless and colorless eyes in her eye sockets looked towards the sky.

The depths of the starry sky!

She knew that she wanted to pour the steel temple so that this spirit of omnipotence would reside in the world and truly become a holy place where the spirit of great omnipotence could descend.

Then, at least an evil **** is needed as a sacrifice.

Water with its flesh and blood, and sacrifice with its soul.

"Come slowly..." Elizabeth landed before the temple.

The steel wings are automatically stowed away.

She raised her head, before looking at the temple, squatting down in front of the two altars lingering steel and mechanical prayers.

Inside the altar, there are gleams of radiant essence extracted from the souls and flesh of the evil god's heirs and minions.

She grabbed a hand gently.

These are all good things.

It is much easier to use than the previous Cthulhu Crystal!

They can not only be used as energy sources, but a small amount can provide electricity for a day in a steel plant.

They are still food and medicine!

Dilute it into clean water, and one pellet can save 10,000 people of steel from hunger and disease, and it has the effect of eliminating the pollution of evil spirits!

It is with them that the new generations bred by the children of mechanical education do not need to perform mechanical transformation operations as soon as they are released.

Children can grow up healthily and happily like the children of Voidstorm.

This is the teaching of the great spirit of all mechanisms.

He said: The way of steel is materialistic, because machinery is truth.

As for materialism, we must recognize ourselves.

Especially recognize the fragility of one's own flesh and blood.

Only in this way, when they grow up, will they understand the correctness of the sacred prayers and truths of the spirit of ‘flesh and weakness, steel is eternal’, and can devote themselves to the road of steel and machinery.

but……

The real use of these extracted essences is to make mechanical relics.

Use them to go to the master in the mist, in exchange for classics from machinery and steel!

Opening the book lightly, the essences fell back into the altar.

Shattered, made a crisp sound.

"Not enough!" Elizabeth said.

The mechanical relic is a kind of mechanical sacred object mentioned by the Bodhisattva No Gatling in the "Machinery Scriptures" in a lecture.

It is even more clearly stated in the mechanical scriptures: to observe the Gatlin Bodhisattva, to walk deep prajna paramita for a long time, to see all dharma is empty, and to destroy all evil! For the relics, a thousand is ten thousand, ten thousand is a thousand, and it is held by ten thousand.

This is a mechanical holy thing!

It is because of Buddhism, to destroy the common people, to transcend all things.

Only this kind of treasure can be exchanged from the hands of the master in the mist, to the world, to rise to the mechanical heaven early!

It is for this reason that this thing is extremely difficult to cultivate.

It is not only the flesh and soul of countless evil gods' children to extract the essence.

Hundreds of thousands of devout believers are also needed to recite mechanical scriptures every day.

With its Buddhism, it influences the evil spirits lingering in it, suppresses and crushes the pollution consciousness in it.

In the end, the gathering becomes a mechanical relic.

Collect the thoughts of common people, refine the evil of the evil gods, and extract the way of steel.

Therefore, one pill is enough to destroy the first life, crush the matter, extract the void, detach everything, and save everything.

Even in the future, the Buddha will be praised: relics are statues of all dhammas. There are human images, me and sentient beings. One control is better than two... It is beautiful, Amitabha, Amitabha!

Thinking of this, the steel scripture in Elizabeth's hands is shining brightly.

She shook her wings and soared into the sky.

The mechanical saint, once again embarked on the journey.

For the truth...

She will do whatever it takes!

……………………………………

In the evening, the rain finally stopped.

A sanitation vehicle drove through the streets.

Ling safely sat at the counter, bored.

There are still zero guests today, and even the collection of novels has not increased much.

He leaned back in his chair and watched the news on TV.

"The Yongzhou Ding found in the Fuhaohe River is verified by experts and is indeed authentic!"

"At present, the relevant departments are maintaining and maintaining it..."

"It is expected that in the second half of next year, the public can get a glimpse of the true face of this treasure of civilization in the Imperial Capital Museum..."

"The discovery of Yongzhou Ding in the Fuhao River further proves that the Kingdom of Southern Zhou has been the sacred and inviolable territory of the Federal Empire since ancient times..."

Ling Ping'an listened, somewhat incompetent.

Yongzhou Ding, who was missing in the Qin Dynasty, went to the Fuhao River?

Could it be that the survivors of the Yin Shang Dynasty returned to Beizhou and took the Yongzhou Ding from the Surabaya River?

How is this possible?

On the contrary, it is a kind of saying on the Internet, which is more practical.

Surabaya leads to the Huai River, and the water from the Huai River wraps around the Yongzhou Ding. When it reaches the sea, it passes through ocean currents and so on. Today, more than two thousand years later, it rushes into the Fuhao River.

this story……

Ok……

It's as magical as the scallops that ran away in previous years.

But at least it can be explained.

At the very least, it cannot be falsified in theory.

Of course, there is another argument.

That is, in fact, the Jiuding of Yin and Shang and Zhou dynasties is not the same.

Businessmen and Zhou people have their own Jiuding.

Therefore, a branch of the remnants of the Yin and Shang Dynasty took Jiuding, crossed the mainland of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and came to the Southern Zhou via the road and bridge.

However, whether this theory is valid or not depends on the follow-up, and see if we can find evidence from the discovered Yongzhou tripod.

In addition, there are still some rumors on the Internet.

Some guys are really poisoned by feudal superstition.

Actually saying that ‘Yongzhou Ding is a magical instrument’, one Ding can suppress a country.

It is really a waste of these guys not to write novels.

Thinking about this, the news on TV has already cut the picture.

Southern Zhou Dynasty, singing and dancing.

The brothers and sisters of the Yin Shang ethnic group put on the traditional costumes of their own nation and played the musical instruments left by their ancestors.

In the melodious sound of musical instruments, the people of Yin and Shang Dynasty burst into tears.

One by one, tears filled his eyes in front of the TV.

The discovery of Yongzhou Ding was a nuclear bomb-level event for the Southern and Northern Zhou Dynasties.

Outside the screen, there is a faint singing voice.

"The mysterious bird of destiny, descended to be a merchant, and lived in the earth!"

The people singing and dancing are singing on the square and on the highway.

Lingping watched, pursed her lips slightly, and laughed.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

I picked it up and looked at the video from my aunt.

When Lingping opened, I saw my aunt, wearing a loose bathrobe, standing in front of a huge floor mirror

She looked at Ling Ping An triumphantly: "Xiao Ping An, see where I am?"

Lingping shook his head blankly.

"I'm at the Xuanniao Hotel in Southern Zhou!" The little aunt in the camera was proud: "And it's a super suite of Xuanniao Hotel!"

"One night, let alone tens of thousands!"

Lingping was silly: "So expensive? Aunty, your unit is willing to reimburse?"

"Of course!" said the aunt happily: "Don't look at it, how much credit I have made!"

With peace of mind, he asked: "Auntie, that Yongzhou Ding is related to you!?"

"Hey!" Auntie smiled, very proud.

She raised an envelope in her hand: "Did you see it?"

"Just the bonus here..."

"It's..." She thought for a while, and said, "Tens of thousands!"

"So much money?" Lingping was shocked: "Then aunt, you have made a fortune!"

When he wanted to come, his aunty at best hit her.

Then as a member of the team, settled in this hotel.

This is normal.

Therefore, it is normal that the bonus is only tens of thousands.

"Hey!" Auntie laughed: "Xiao Ping An, do you want me to bring you something back?"

Lingping's head immediately plucked like a rattle: "Auntie, I haven't removed the things you brought back last time!"

Last time, the big and small bags that this aunt brought back from the Northern Zhou Dynasty were all collected there by Ling.

Mainly lazy!

Unpacking is very troublesome.

The aunt's face was a bit ugly suddenly: "Little Ping An!"

Lingping hurriedly changed the subject and said, "Auntie, auntie, did my mother like to drink at the soul wine shop in the park nearby?"

The aunt frowned, remembered it carefully, and replied, "It's not very clear!"

Her sister is a true goddess!

At the age of eighteen, he was admitted to the Federal Empire Central University. At the age of twenty, he got his graduation certificate ahead of time, and switched to studying biology. At the age of twenty-two, he married an ordinary man inexplicably.

At that time she was still young, just over three years old, so she can't remember.

It was this little nephew who gave birth to a child at the age of twenty-three.

In her memory, her sister was always unsmiling.

drink?

Okay, it's kind of like drinking.

But rarely go out to drink.

"Why are you asking this?" Li Anan asked.

"Last night, I found the puppet doll made by my mother in the soul wine shop..." Lingping said.

"Oh..." Li Anan nodded, she didn't think much about it. After all, when her sister died, she was actually in her ten years old and was still in junior high school.

But after another thought, she became strange again: "Why did that doll stay in that wine shop for so long?"

"I don't know!" Lingping said, "That's why I asked you!"

"Then I don't know!" Li Anan pouted her little mouth~www.ltnovel.com~ She seemed to have thought of something, holding her mobile phone, and walking towards the back room: "Xiaoping, Xiaoping... Weiwei is here, you Do you want to say hello to Weiwei?"

With that, she was a little eager to try.

Lingping knew that his aunt was not at ease, and quickly said, "Forget it..."

"Auntie, I have something else here... Hang up first!"

He immediately turned off the video.

Seeing the video that was closed all at once, Li Anan stomped angrily.

"Useless guy!" she angered.

but……

After thinking about her, she thought of the sorority meeting next month, and became happy again.

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