I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Standing at the door of the store, Lingping watched the young lover of ancient culture and tradition disappear into the thick fog.

He sighed: "Oh!"

"Loss! Loss! Loss!"

This time, although I sold a book, I only received more than 20 crafts that I could only play with.

In addition, a flashlight worth three yuan was also set up.

He missed the customer the night before.

Walking back to the store, Lingping took a look at the more than 20 craft coins placed on the counter.

Then, he put them in the drawer in silence.

Then he comforted himself: "Maybe, these coins can bring me good luck!"

As a materialist, Ling Ping An does not believe in the feudal superstition of gods and gods.

But with this luck...

He more or less believed it a little bit.

After all, this has been verified by facts.

For example, a certain old fairy had a mouth open, and a professional commentary made four words at a time, and countless e-sports players burst into tears.

Therefore, metaphysics still has to believe a little bit.

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Hold the cylindrical Mohist creation in your hand.

Under the illumination of its light source, Liu Yu walked in this mist.

He clutched the book on his chest tightly.

Zulong's handwritten notes are very precious illustrations of pottery figurines.

Liu Yu's mood is both excited and anxious.

Excitedly, he got this precious knowledge and had the opportunity to create a powerful army of pottery warriors like Zulong did to protect his people and guard his country.

The worry lies in...

He kept reminiscing about what he saw and talked about in the monster's bookstore.

Especially the process of trading.

"Guest, your craftsmanship is not enough..." This seemingly ridiculous but disdainful sentence kept echoing in his ears.

Every word of this sentence was chewed repeatedly by him.

"He may know the whereabouts of Zulong..." Liu Yu thought in his heart.

"Even, he has an inseparable relationship with Zulong's disappearance..."

If not, how could Zulong's notes appear with him?

Therefore, his personality is higher than Zulong.

And Zulong's personality is not inferior to the four evil gods of Chaos...

At least there is a record that Zulong fought against Seinie, and also fought Yanqi in the air.

And afterwards, Se Nie acquiesced to his minions and apostles to serve the Zulong.

The followers of Yanqi have become eunuchs in the Zulong Palace.

In the end, the treacherous believer named Zhao Gao passed a terrible ritual and completed the subversion of Zulong’s Xianqin Empire.

This was the rise of the blood of the Black Dragon Emperor and the establishment of the Xinghan Dynasty.

"So..." Liu Yu thought: "He sheltered me and sold me this Zulong notebook..."

"What is intended?!"

The young Xinghan Crown Prince did not know what he meant.

But he knew that everything must be paid for in order to get it!

Thinking of these things, Liu Yu stepped out of the scope of the fog.

He raised his eyes to look forward, his eyes stunned.

It is Chang'an in front of him!

This great holy city!

The fortress was built by Xiao He, a powerful legendary strong under the command of the founding Emperor Taizu.

When he walked over, he came to the Hengcheng Gate of Chang'an City.

The two stone unicorn guards standing on both sides of the city gate immediately reacted.

A red light was reflected in their eye sockets.

Liu Yu didn't rush, took out his token, and faced the red light from the eyes of the two stone unicorns.

"His Royal Highness!" The Qilin moved, and they lay down: "Welcome your Royal Highness back to Chang'an!"

The heavy city gate slowly opened.

The loyal Northern Army soldiers guarding the city gate greeted him.

The leader was a titan: "Weichen Li Guang, the rescue is too late, and please forgive the prince!"

Liu Yu raised his head and looked at these loyal soldiers and ministers.

He turned his head back and looked behind him.

In the deep night, there is no trace of the fog.

He touched the Mohist creation in his hand and the book in his arms.

All this is extremely real.

The shock in his heart is beyond words.

From Sixianyuan to Chang'an, at least one hundred and fifty li, but the mist sent him to this safe Chang'an city in an instant!

The evil **** in the mist has fully demonstrated his sincerity and strength.

"So..." Liu Yu asked: "What will he ask for?!"

Those twenty or thirty pieces of Xianqin's half-two dollars that were despised by Him but barely received?

how is this possible!

But no matter what his ultimate goal is, that is the future!

What Liu Yu has to do is-revenge!

For his loyal guards, for the people who died in Si Xian Garden.

The young Xinghan crown prince raised his hand: "Aisin Rats are bold and arrogant, so they dare to assassinate the orphans!"

"Which general would you like to eliminate this evil thief?!"

"His Royal Highness!" Li Guangdun, who was wearing a thick Chi You heavy armor, asked for his orders: "Please hand this matter to the Weichen!"

"Weichen is willing to issue a military order to slaughter the Aixin Ratman within three days!"

Liu Yu nodded: "Then there will be General Labor!"

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Han Li leaped from the canopy.

By the road ahead, a road stone was planted on the ground.

The place name of Linhai City is inscribed on the road monument.

Two rusty cars fell down beside this asphalt road.

She jumped over and landed on the roof of a corroded car with only one body left.

With a light wave of the spirit blade in his hand, the car suddenly fell apart.

A ghost lying in ambush under the car screamed bitterly, and then the whole body fell apart and broke to the ground.

Han Li fell and picked up a spar dropped by the ghost.

"The eighty-fifth one!" she said.

The soul spar is the most thing in her body now.

These ghosts and evil spirits have a certain probability of spar, which has been used by humans as additives and fertilizers.

Used to make spirit blades or plant spirit plants.

Tianqingling tea is grown with this crystal stone.

But now, Han Li knows that it has more uses.

For example, to make medicine, or to swallow it directly to strengthen the soul.

But it is a pity that only she can do it in this world.

Because this is the gift of the master in the mist.

After receiving this spar, Han Li stood up and strode towards Linhai City ahead.

"I will bring peace to this place!" She said firmly, as the sun fell on her body, reflecting a enchanting and plump shadow on the ground, full of charm and maturity.

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Close the rolling shutter, UU read www.uukanshu.com and turn off the lights.

As usual, Lingping said goodnight to the kitten Best, and then he took his mobile phone and stepped up the stairs.

As his footsteps faded away.

On the glass door, one pupil opened.

He scanned every corner of the entire bookstore, wherever he passed, it was surprisingly quiet.

Finally, His eyes stayed in the drawer of the counter, where there were twenty or thirty coins shining with colorful luster.

Xinghan imitated Xianqin half two coins.

A coin made by the legendary powerhouse with the aspiration of the people!

One is enough to keep a huge and magnificent Great Wall beacon tower running for a year.

In the end, he slowly closed his eyes, and in the bookstore, he resumed the hustle and bustle of the past. </div>