I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

"Qi said no clothes, go with my son! Dear Master Lingping: Imperial Veterans Affairs Administration, thank you for your contribution to the country's veterans! The money you donated has been entered into the special account for the placement and maintenance of veterans of the Federal Empire , You can log on to the official website of the Federal Empire Veterans Affairs Administration to track and check the purpose and details of your donation in real time..."

  "I wish my son a happy Winter Clothes Festival!"

  Looking at the text message just sent to the phone.

  Ling peacefully scratched his head: "Time flies so fast..."

  Today is October 1st, Winter Clothes Festival.

  The old spirit family’s tradition is to donate half of the year’s farm rent and land output to the Federal Empire Veterans Affairs Administration every year during the Winter Clothes Festival.

  This is the rule set by the ancestor who returned from the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

  Lingping has no opinion on this.

  Because he is a gentleman.

  Gentlemen don’t say good things, so money is a bastard!

  Before the spirit was safe, no one cared.

  Because the ancestors of the spirit family have been senior intellectuals for generations!

   is the generation of Lingping, because of mathematics, physics, and chemistry, this record ended.

  And senior intellectuals enjoy state subsidies.

  Even if they don’t have a copper plate in their pockets, they can live without worry.

  Ling Ping'an raised Erlang's legs and leaned on the back of the chair.

  "Winter Clothes Festival..." He thought: "Be prepared to buy some paper clothes and paper quilts, so let’s burn them for parents..."

  The Winter Clothes Festival is a very important festival in the Federal Empire.

  After the founding of the motherland, he issued an order to ‘Memorial Day for the Fallen Martyrs/Memorial Servicemen’.

  Every year, the government will hold a grand memorial ceremony.

  The folks are even more lively.

  Every family will go out to worship their ancestors!

  Just leave, Ling Ping stood up and took the key.

  Then beckoned to his pet. The little guy jumped up from the counter and jumped in front of him: "Go!"

  Ling safely walked out of the gate, pulled down the rolling shutter, and locked it.

  The shops in the streets are basically closed.

  Everyone went out to worship their ancestors.

  Ling safely picked up her cat and walked to a shroud shop at the end of the street.

"Uncle Yang..." He shouted to an old man who was in the store, with his back on his back, who was playing with paper clothes, "Excuse me, please prepare some couple outfits... and another set of mandarin duck quilt... Besides, Tiandi How many bundles of banknotes issued by the bank!"

   "Okay!" The old man with his back turned around and nodded with a smile.

  He carried his back, walked to the shelf, and quickly prepared everything for Lingping.

  Next, he wrapped the paper clothes and quilts into a paper bag and put a seal on it.

   Then put several thick stacks of very beautifully printed Tiandi Bank ten thousand yuan bills into a bag.

  "How much is it?" Lingping asked.

   "One hundred!" The old man laughed.

  Ling nodded safely, took out his mobile phone and scanned it to complete the payment, then carried these things, walked to the side of the road, and stopped a taxi: "Master, Jiangcheng Federal Empire cemetery for honorable personnel! Thank you!"

  The driver's master smiled upon hearing the words: "Okay!" She beat the watch: "Jiangcheng Federal Empire Meritorious Cemetery..."

   Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and looked at Ling Ping'an: "The son is the descendant of the hero?"

  Ling nodded safely.

  The driver's master respected: "Thank you for your dedication and contribution!"

  Ling safely smiled, and listened to the driver's master said: "My son? Today, the various institutions in Jiangcheng are organizing memorials in the cemetery!"

   "Many big people are gone!"

   "I heard that even the Governor of Guangnan and the Speaker of the Guangnan Council of Doctors are here!"

   "Such a big battle?" Ling'an raised eyebrows.

   "No!" The driver's master is worthy of knowing everything. He said quietly: "I heard that? It is the real dragon among the descendants of our Jiangcheng heroes!"

   "These guys? They are all rushing to be'filial sons'...... Haha..."

  Ling Pingping listened and laughed.

  But? This is the world.

  The poor are in the busy city and no one asks, the rich have distant relatives in the mountains!

  This was the case in the past? It is now? I am afraid it will be the same in the future.

  However, Lingping became curious and asked, "What big man has come out of Jiangcheng?"

   "Then I don't know..." The driver's master said: "Perhaps... it is probably a descendant of a hero, who has been included in the recommended list of cabinet ministers after the general election?"

   "No wonder!" Lingping nodded.

  Cabinet Minister...

  That is a big man with a lot of power!

  Even if it's just entering the nomination recommendation list, it is a great thing.

  The people below heard the sound of the wind, and they burned the stove in advance? It is completely understandable.

  ……………………………………

  Jiang City Meritorious Cemetery.

  A grand memorial? It is being held in front of the "Memorial to the Meritorious Martyrs of the Federal Empire" in the center of the cemetery.

  Hundreds of officials, nobles, and industry and commerce representatives? All dressed in plain clothes? Take off their hats and bow their heads. They face the high monument and pay their respects in silence.

  A retired old bachelor, holding a page tremblingly in front of the monument, chanting the sacrificial text.

  In his circumflex chanting.

   There was a roar of salute.

  Clothed soldiers, carrying wreaths one by one, dedicated to the monument.

   Then bow and salute, turn around and back.

  He Rourou stood at the end of the crowd. She lowered her head, wore a plain white dress and a small white flower.

  Even so, her brilliance is still difficult to hide.

  Even on such occasions, some people still couldn’t help but look back.

"Who is that?"

   "I heard it was from the Lion City..."

   "Three Buddhas Qi?"

"Correct……"

   In these whispers, He Rourou remained motionless.

  She knows that such occasions are solemn.

  Especially for people like her, you can’t make mistakes.

  Because, just before the crowd, the general of the black guard was also in solemn silence.

  That is the real strong.

  Even after dozens of steps away, He Rourou could clearly feel the surging psychic energy of this general, as vast and profound as the sea.

  Just feeling, He Rourou seemed to face the mountain and look up at the galaxy.

   gives birth to the feeling of hopelessness.

  This is the strongest among the extraordinary in the world.

  The general of the black guard.

  One person can suppress the peerless power in a country!

   Feeling his power, He Rourou sighed in her heart: "It really is a well-deserved reputation!"

  She has contacted two generals in black.

  The last time Situ He made her face the abyss without being peeped.

  And this one, like the ocean, is incalculable!

  And this is just their usual state.

  The appearance in a relaxed state.

  Once you start, go all out...

  I’m afraid that even those gods’ consciousness will not be able to defeat such humans.

  Because they are already standing on the dividing line between man and god.

   "No wonder the black guards can put this huge country and the gods of the world at hand, and the monsters will be ministers..."

   She sighed.

   Lower your head deeply.

  ……………………………………

  Taxi quickly arrived at the square in front of the cemetery.

  Ling pulled over and got off the car safely, paid for the fare with her mobile phone, and then walked over with her pet and today’s sacrifice.

  The square is full of luxury cars.

  Although I don’t know one of them, I can’t distinguish those bells and whistles.

  But he knows that each of these luxury cars is probably a limited edition of millions of dollars.

   "Little Jiangcheng...There are so many rich people..." He shook his head with emotion.

  Continue to move forward. The parking lot in front of the cemetery is full of state official vehicles.

  Ling walked to the door safely, took out his ID, and after verification, he entered the cemetery smoothly.

  Along the path of the memorial ceremony in the past year, he smoothly walked to the tomb of his parents.

  As usual, state officials have come to pay homage this year.

  In front of the tomb, burnt paper ashes remain.

  Lingping put his pet on the path next to the tomb, then picked up a tool next to the tomb and cleaned it up.

   Then, he sat in front of the tomb and looked at the vague photos of his parents.

  "Father...mother..." He toasted two old people a glass with the wine he had brought: "I came to see you again..."

  "Today is the Winter Clothes Festival, I am worried that you have no new clothes to wear below, no new quilts..."

   "I brought some for the second elder..."

  He picked up the paper bag, put it in front of the tomb, and said, “I see...there are the latest couple clothes and mandarin duck quilts!”

  Speaking, he picked up the lighter and lit the paper bag.

  The flame rose, and the smoke was filled.

  Meow!

  The kitten on the side of the road barked softly.

  Lingping glanced at it, he laughed, and then chatted with his parents: "Second old man... I failed in business..."

   "It's been a long time since there have been guests..."

   "Writing a book... It seems that the grades are also average..."

  The last time I tried the water, I pushed it down, and my collection increased by less than 800.

  This week, I just run naked.

  He understands that the website must be effective.

  He is also used to it.

  Anyway, writing books is an interest.

  In front of his parents’ mausoleum, he opened the chatterbox: "In two weeks, I have to go to the Imperial Capital..."

  "The two elders also know...I have face blindness...I really can’t distinguish between beauty and ugliness..."

   "But...this is not filial piety, there are three things to do!"

   "It really doesn't work, I might perhaps make do with it!"

  Life is alive, and there are many unsatisfactory things.

  Even Li Taibai and Tao Yuanming, whom Lingping’s admired, are the same.

  Mr. Taibai, the Ming dynasty exudes a flat boat. Apart from being chic, he has to be an assistant for others. Although his daughters have scattered and come back, he often has to worry about his shy wallet.

  Tao Yuanming didn’t succumb to five buckets of rice. He wanted to avoid the peach blossom field, find his ideal country, and write down his words of return. But after all, he had to face the reality of Chai Rice, Oil, Salt, Soy, Vinegar and Tea.

  How can Lingping make an exception?

  He is no exception.

  He knew this well.

  After all, living in the dunya must be restricted by the dunya.

  Fortunately, the materialists never worry about these things, nor do they complain about these things.

  Materialists will actively face these problems optimistically and find ways to solve them.

  Ling Ping’an picked up the wine glass, and offered another glass to the two elders: “This winter season, the two elders put on new clothes and go out for a stroll...”

"Ok……"

  "I also prepared some dating funds for the two elders!"

  He picked up the stacks of banknotes from the Tiandi Bank, took the lighter and lit it.

  Paper and pen burned slowly, and the breeze blew through, making it burn more thoroughly.

  After burning the paper money, the task of Lingping is completed.

  He does not believe in ghosts and gods.

  Coming here to pay homage is purely the result of traditional and cultural influence.

  Master Confucius said well: Respect ghosts and gods and stay away.

  Some of these traditional things are inferior if they are near, and disrespectful if they are far away.

  It is necessary to keep a moderate distance.

  "Go!" Lingping greeted her pet.

  The little guy immediately followed in the footsteps of his master.

  Meow!

  It happily ran to the front.

  Ling smiled peacefully.

  One person and one cat, he quickly walked out of the cemetery. He went to the door and found that there was no car, so he took out his mobile phone and called an online taxi.

  Hugging his cat, he squatted quietly to a waiting seat in front of the parking lot and waited.

  The waiting seats are all without backrests.

  So, he lightly leaned against the body of a listening car behind him.

  His cat, lying in his arms very sensibly, rubbing his arms.

   seems to be a little afraid of the cold.

  ………………………………

  Lu Bo took the key and walked out of the cemetery.

  He took a long breath.

   "The old man asked me to come to this place to blow the cold wind... I really don't know what to think..."

   "I don't want to come again next time!"

  Memorial ceremony, nothing good.

  Everyone stood stupidly.

  The only thing that is interesting is that there is a beautiful and glamorous woman in the worship crowd.

   Thinking of the woman, Lu Bo sighed.

   "Mother! Such a beautiful woman is actually a rich woman!" He became depressed.

  For him, this is undoubtedly bad news, because it means that he may not even touch it.

  After all, he has learned to spend money all these years.

  As for other skills?

I am sorry!

  Thinking about this, his heart became angry.

  Because he could imagine that such a woman would definitely fall into the hands of those dignitaries.

  Thinking of the cold-eyed and tall woman, actually under someone else.

  He became angry and his temper became violent.

   "My mother! My mother! My mother!" He cursed and took out his car key.

Push the button.

  Beep! Toot!

  A luxury car in front of the parking lot lights up.

  He walked over, opened the door, and sat down in the driving position.

  "Go find a place to vent the fire!" He thought: "I heard that recently, a group of red-haired ghost girls came to the Qiuyuan Villa in the center of the city..."

   "There seems to be a rundown nobleman among them..."

  He licked his lips.

  Qin Lu’s red-haired woman was once consumed by civilians on the Imperial Court.

   But in recent years, with the development of the animation and game industries, these women who were rarely willing to patronize by the upper class have slowly become popular.

  Thinking about this, he felt itching, so he kicked the accelerator.

boom!

  The front of the car hit a waiting seat in front.

  There seems to be a person sitting in that seat?

  The road was slightly shocked, after thinking about it, he stopped the car.

  After all, this is the cemetery of meritorious personnel, and I don’t know how many cameras there are.

  You can’t run.

  Don't say it is a rich and rich second generation like him.

   is the descendant of a powerful nobleman, and cannot run.

  It must be bad as soon as you run!

  More money is useless. Go to jail obediently.

   "Unlucky!" he complained.

   can only pull out the key, open the car door, and at the same time take out the wallet.

  Fortunately, he has money and a lot of money!

  This is a good thing!

  Especially, he had seen the person who had been hit by his own car and had stood up.

  He doesn't seem to be doing anything, it's just a little dust on his body.

  Lu Bo laughed.

   "Poor!" He said in his heart.

  That person, the clothes he wears all over his body add up to two hundred yuan. Even the reward he gave to the tortoise in Fengyuechang was more than this.

  But on his face, he still showed a hypocritical smile.

  Three hundred years of the federal empire, if there is anything, it is the words that taught these brothers.

   Then, this matter must be something that can be solved with money, and it is best not to think about other ideas.

  So, he walked over.

   "Are you okay?" he asked.

  The other party raised his head, looked at Lu Bo, and shook his head: "Nothing..."

   "But..." he said, "Be careful when you drive!"

  "Pay attention to public safety!"

  Lu Bo frowned as he listened.

  Grass!

   actually put the score in front of me?

  He took out his wallet, took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills, and threw them directly.

  One by one banknotes, throw them directly on the opponent.

   "Tell you to pretend to be forced?" Lu Bo thought, "Kneel down to the Lord!"

  He likes this scene very much.

  I like to look at others, kneel down in front of money, and pick up banknotes one by one.

  That makes him feel like he is superior!

  And this person...

  This young man is certainly no exception!

  After all, his handful of banknotes is thousands!

  Has his salary for one month?

  And, this little money is only enough for him to pour a glass of wine for a beauty in Fengyuechang.

  This is the gap!

  The gap in status!

  The gap in life!

   is an absolute resource gap!

   So, Lu Bo slightly raised his lips, he smiled and said, "Pick it up!"

  "This is my compensation to you..."

  He likes this.

  This makes him feel happy!

   There is nothing more that makes him happy than taking money to kill someone.

  The other party does not seem to understand.

  He frowned, patted the dust on his body, and questioned: "Your Excellency..."

  "Have you heard a word..."

   "A gentleman does not eat what comes!"

  He is very serious.

  Lu Bo laughed: "Yo-ha! Still a gentleman?"

  "But you...are you worthy of a'gentleman'?"

   "The pauper, you are not qualified to be a gentleman!"

This is a fact!

  Facts since ancient times!

  A gentleman, such as learning and consulting, such as grinding.

  That is beautiful jade!

  When do common people and hardworking people deserve to be called ‘gentlemen’?

  Able to be a gentleman, whether in ancient times or now, is a person who is rich in learning, rich in wealth, holding the power of the world, and lying on the knees of beauty!

  That kind of character is called a gentleman!

  As for this one...

  Cheap clothes~www.ltnovel.com~Cheap glasses, cheap shoes, cheap inches...

Ok……

   is the cat in his arms, which may be valuable!

Cat?

  He laughed.

   "Sell me your cat!"

  He took out his checkbook: "You can ask for a price!"

  He wants the ability to use money, so that the poor can understand what is extravagant.

  Wait until he gave in, knelt down, was defeated by the ability of money, and deprived him of hope.