I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

　　 Zhang Hui looked at the ancient god, put down the teacup in his hand, paced cheerfully, humming a popular golden song from the previous years of the Federation Empire, Shi Shiran walked forward.

　　 The end of this bookstore, as Situ He said.

　　 Asphalt-like thick liquid, slowly flowing on the edge.

　　 In the deep abyss, a pair of scary and evil evil pupils opened and closed secondarily.

　　 He swallowed heavily.

　　 sighed deeply, and whispered to Situ He: "General Situ..."

　　 "Do you know?" He said: "I was just now, as if he had seen through..."

　　 "Every word He said has magical power!"

　　 "There seems to be another meaning hidden..."

　　 At this point, Zhang Hui stroked her neck with lingering fear.

　　 There is already sweating.

　　 "Fortunately..." Zhang Hui took out a piece of talisman paper from the pocket of her formal jacket, and looked at it. The talisman paper did not move, and a little bit of subtle aura was flowing between the ink marks.

　　 This is a memorial note specially prepared for him by the governor.

　　 has a special role, even in an environment where all auras are isolated and there is violent electromagnetic disturbance, it can also complete the task of collecting surrounding sounds.

　　 only took a look, and after confirming that the memo was valid, Zhang Hui put it back.

　　In the ear, the sound of the ‘Ancient God’ humming a small song gradually disappeared from nothing.

　　 Zhang Hui looked up and found that his figure had disappeared into the abyss.

　　Meow!

　　His pet, staying in front of the thick asphalt edge.

　　Meow!

　　 He called softly.

　　 Zhang Hui looked at him.

　　 Behind the kitten, the shadow of the pyramid is reflected.

　　 Countless figures crawling and worshipping.

　　 That is His past.

　　 He stood up and stretched his body.

　　 is beautiful and elegant.

　　 then walked to the counter, flexibly jumped onto the chair, and then jumped to the computer on the counter.

　　 This is His present.

　　 It seems that He likes the present better.

　　 Zhang Hui retracted his gaze and glanced at Situ He.

　　 Then, he gently pulled Situ He, and the two raised their heads collectively and looked at the ceiling of the bookstore.

　　 A chandelier hangs under the ceiling.

　　 swayed gently, emitting a faint yellow halo.

　　 This is the source of the light source they see in the fog.

　　 faintly, like a squid swimming in the depths of the ocean, flashing from the shadow of the ceiling.

　　 A pair of cold and ruthless, compound eyes full of madness and weird, opened from the tiles on the ceiling.

　　 Zhang Hui and Situ He immediately lowered their heads and dared not look again.

　　 And Zhang Hui finally confirmed.

　　Here, this bookstore in the mist of late night.

　　 is a nest!

　　 There are many crazy and terrifying monsters hidden inside.

　　 They seem to be imprisoned or enslaved by some power, or the owner of this bookstore.

　　 Of course, it is also possible.

　　 They are the slaves of the owner of this bookstore.

　　 is the former guard of this awakened ancient god.

　　 They serve him, this great ancient master.

　　 also guards him, this indescribable terrible god.

　　 These two possibilities exist.

but……

　　Who is he?

　　 Zhang Hui looked at the kitten in the counter.

　　 He knew, perhaps this ancient Egyptian cat goddess.

　　 However, He could not say.

　　………………………………

　　 Ling humming peacefully, walking in front of the bookshelf.

　　 He has almost figured out the background and needs of the customer.

　　 A conservative, powerful, and decisive middle class in the eyes of outsiders.

　　 Typical Republican voters.

　　When Lingping went to school, he encountered many people like this.

　　 For example, the principal of his elementary school, the head teacher of junior high school and high school.

　　 is usually serious and stubborn.

　　 looks like a cold stone, ruthless steel.

　　 Working overtime is as normal as eating and drinking.

　　 Tutoring students, staring at each student's test results.

　　 Work and live like a machine.

　　 But in fact, this kind of person is the most vulnerable.

　　Because they set people outside, they are tough guys of steel.

　　 In order to maintain this persona, they must constantly strengthen themselves.

　　 Under heavy pressure, who can guarantee their mental health?

　　 Like Lingping's junior high school teacher, he committed suicide later.

　　The reason for suicide was because the enrollment rate in the class he led was not ideal.

　　 This stubborn and arrogant head teacher could not accept it.

　　 In his suicide note, he confessed that he dare not face the parents of the students, let alone face the students.

　　He is sorry for the country, sorry for the emperor.

　　 He has no choice but to die.

　　 Only death can atonement!

　　 Even now, Lingping couldn’t understand it.

　　 But on the contrary, the funny thing is that after the death of the class teacher, he was rated as a "Federal Excellent Teacher" and was awarded the "National Education Medal."

　　Before this, Mingming's class teacher led an average enrollment rate as high as 80%.

　　The rate of enrollment in Category A high school was once an exaggerated 40%.

　　 However, he did not receive these honors.

　　 was dead instead, it was all there.

　　 From Ling'an's point of view, that new customer is probably similar to his junior high school head teacher.

　　He should be a middle-aged person with a heavy sense of responsibility and a lot of family pressure.

　　The pressure of life made his temples pale.

　　 But for the family, but also for their own people.

　　 They hold on.

　　 However, even machines will wear out.

　　 The seemingly sturdy steel cable, if there is no regular maintenance, it will corrode in the wind and sun for a few years.

　　 What about people?

　　For such people, Lingping feels that they should smile more.

　　I laughed a lot, so the pressure would naturally be less.

　　 Of course, it is best to see a psychologist regularly.

　　 just...

　　 This kind of thing is hard to say directly!

　　 "Maybe I can try to hit sideways, suggesting that..."

　　 "As for whether he can listen in..."

　　 "This is his problem..."

　　 After all, it’s just a peaceful meeting, and it is most forbidden to talk shallowly.

　　 Actually, even if you are familiar with it, you can’t just say it like this.

　　 Thinking of this, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Lingping pulled out a brand new book from the shelf.

　　 "Introduction to Meditation".

　　 A book that teaches people to relax and relieve stress through meditation.

　　Lingping has seen some, generally speaking, close my eyes and meditate every day, relax and soothe the spirit.

　　 It's just that these are useless to him.

　　 Because there is no such thing as pressure.

　　 Every month, the federal center's regular allowance is enough for him to be happy.

　　 Therefore, even if the bookstore's business is poor, he will continue to operate it.

　　 Even if there is no customer, he has no pressure.

　　 On the contrary, he enjoys it.

　　 For him, this kind of life that can be carefree every day of fishing and playing games and writing novels with code words is really great!

　　 He didn't want to change.

　　 can eat and wait to die, lie down and win.

　　 Why do you have to fight?

　　 What is the meaning of struggle?

　　 Like that guest, in his forties, he was out of breath under the weight of life, yet he still had a swollen face to fill a fat man?

Never!

　　 "I have a hunch..." Lingping held the book in his hand: "I can sell it today!"

　　 "And earn the first pot of gold this month!"

　　 Ling Ping is very contented.

　　 After almost a month of zero income, now, even if he only sells a book and earns 20 or 30 yuan, he is very satisfied!

　　 At the very least, today’s utility bills are earned!

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