I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

As usual, the bookstore's business is still deserted.

At night, not a single guest came to the door.

Ling Ping Ping was also happy to be quiet and played games for a day.

It wasn't until a little dizzy that I finally put down the phone.

Looking at the latest rank on the phone screen, he began to swell.

"Jie Jie!" Ling Ping said arrogantly: "The brave warriors in the canyon are all selling to Seoul!"

"It's so easy! It's so easy! It's so easy!"

From the afternoon to the present, he has only lost one game.

Or because two teammates dropped the line, plus the opposite side opened the black, and continued to lead the line to contain the loss.

Other times, it's almost crushing.

So, the segment came to Eternal Diamond.

Rubbing the slightly sour temple, Lingping picked up the water glass, found the bag of unknown leaves from the drawer, counted a few from it, and made a cup for himself.

Drinking the sweet tea, I was swept away from exhaustion.

Lingping looked up at the time on the computer.

It's half past eight.

"Add more today!" he said.

So, he sat at the counter and started to code words crackling.

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Han Li's figure rose and fell from among the high-rise buildings that had long been abandoned.

Soon, she came to a building in the north of the old downtown of Donglin City, which still looked bright.

On the glass wall of the building, the LOGO of Zhentai Industry is still hanging.

She raised her head and looked at this skyscraper with fifty-five floors and a height of one hundred and sixty meters.

The whispering in the ear, rustling.

The building in front of her gradually changed in her eyes.

The original bright building is now like a piece of dead wood.

The smooth glass exterior wall in the eyes of outsiders is actually covered with all kinds of mold.

Han Li stepped forward with an expressionless face, pushed open the glass door, and entered the interior of the building.

The lights hanging in the hall to welcome guests light up one by one.

Sobbing and crying sounded from all directions.

A gust of cold wind blew on Han Li.

Let her feel the inexplicable cold.

But she just smiled.

"Little ghost, you dare to be presumptuous in front of me?" Han Li raised his hand, and the scarlet whip was held in the palm of his hand.

Snapped!

The long whip hit the air with a crisp sound.

With the sound of the whip, the lamps hanging from the ceiling of the hall fell one by one.

The whimpering and cries disappeared cleanly.

Even the cold wind stopped.

However, the long whip in Han Li's hand continued to stretch forward.

Like a psychic, tracking something.

Finally, she caught it.

Pulling hard, the scarlet whip, dragging something with long red hair covering his face, returned to Han Li's side.

The babble in her ear, rustling, urged her.

Han Li's face struggled.

But in the end, it couldn't resist the urging of raving.

She squatted down and looked at the thing that was bound by the long whip and was still struggling.

It was dressed in red, and the long hair that seemed to grow from its head covered its entire body.

If you look carefully, you will know that in fact, this thing only has red clothes and long hair.

Under the red clothes, in the long hair, there is only a cloud of blue-gray human-shaped gas.

In Han Li's eyes, red clothes and long hair did not exist.

This is a group of light with a vaguely human shape.

Looking at it, Han Li couldn't help drooling.

So, she subconsciously reached out, grabbed the thing, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Click, click!

Han Li's eyes gradually turned red.

Like a beast in the dark.

Fierce, cruel!

She chewed the ball of light in big mouthfuls, like eating the most delicious thing in the world.

And in front of her, the evil spirit that once made countless witchers helpless.

The United Nations National Security Organization, an evil spirit that cannot be eliminated.

became food.

Because it is innate.

In the abyss, all ghosts, grievances, and earthbound spirits are just food for the devil.

In essence, demons are soul-eating beings.

Swallow the red-clothed evil spirit completely.

Han Li stood up and looked at the building again, everything was different.

The hall that used to be clean and tidy because of the presence of red-clothed evil spirits is now a dilapidated place full of dust and overgrown with spider webs.

Several skeletons were scattered beside the sofa in the hall.

Han Li stuck out his tongue and licked his plump and bright lips.

"Delicious!" She commented on the taste of the evil spirits.

The red-clothed evil spirit who had entrenched the building for more than ten years, causing countless witchers to return home, no longer exists.

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Elizabeth, now like a skeleton.

Her flesh and blood have become fuel.

In the rush of the steam turbine, it turns into the mighty force of machinery.

Therefore, she dragged tanks and armored vehicles together, and piled them into a mountain of steel and a peak of machinery with a strange beauty and inexplicable logic.

The prototype of the steel altar has been established.

The track became the foundation.

Armor is the outer wall.

The turret is the holy emblem.

The engine and the engine are icons.

Boxes of ammunition and barrels of fuel were placed in the center of the mountain.

"More is better, bigger is beauty!" She raised her head and looked at the great altar in front of her, this sacred steel altar, her eyes were full of piety and awe.

At this time, this underground arms warehouse has changed beyond recognition.

Everything has been transformed.

but……

Elizabeth lowered her head and looked at the "Mechanical Gospel" in her hand.

At this time, this mechanical holy book has opened a new chapter.

The words cast in iron and steel slowly turned into molten iron and flowed onto Elizabeth's body.

Let her thin body plump up again.

It also let her know what was needed for the construction of this altar step by step.

"Steel can only generate will when watered with blood!" she said, "A machine can only awaken when it is injected with life!"

So, she's going to hunt.

Hunt down the minions of the evil god and water this sacred altar with their blood.

Capture the descendants of the evil god and inject their life into the machine.

"Great Spirit of Myriad Machines!" Elizabeth devoutly worshipped the altar in front of her: "You are one, and you are also ten thousand, yes, and no!"

"You are the savior of the world and the apocalypse of destruction!"

"Duo steamed riveting is just you!"

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva is also you!"

"You are the Father, you are the Mother, and you are the Son!"

"May your Tao run in all universes, like a mechanical engine, roaring in all worlds!"

She stood up and walked out of the warehouse.

Two laser knives stretched out from their arms.

The flesh is pumped into the steam turbine, which is burning.

She's going to kill!

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Sitting at the counter, Ling Ping's inspiration bursts like a tide.

One chapter and two thousand words, less than half a novel, is almost finished.

But suddenly, he was in a trance.

All inspiration came to an abrupt end.

There seems to be a noise in the ear.

Indistinctly, he seemed to hear waves of indistinct, inexplicable voices.

This sound is a bit like the feeling when the engine of a car engine is broken.

But it seems a bit like the sound of prayers in Taoist temples and Buddhist temples.

It lasted about two seconds at most.

The noise disappeared completely.

Ling Ping's ears pierced: "Gan!"

"Fuck!"

"At a critical moment, there is actually a hallucination?"

"Oh your sister!"

He looked at the document that had already written 1,725 ​​words, and he wanted to cry without tears.

There are still two hundred and seventy-five words.

This is not a problem that irrigation can solve.

so……

Lingping looked at the computer and said, "Today's Jiageng is probably over!"

"But I didn't say anything about it, so it's not a pigeon!"

and……

To be honest, a street writer is a pigeon.

What can be done?

Nobody cares at all.

Receiving the blade and being chased has to be added, which is the treatment of the great gods.

Throwing in the street... not worthy!

Look up and look at the clock.

"It's only after nine o'clock!" Ling Ping'an was surprised, and he took out his mobile phone: "It's such a beautiful time, I really can't help this good time if I don't play a few games!"

into the canyon.

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