I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Back in the store, Lingping closed the door again, took out the key, and locked it.

Then, he turned off the light, turned on his mobile phone, and walked upstairs by the light of the mobile phone.

Ding Deng Deng.

The wooden stairs were creaking, a little scary.

However, Ling Ping has long been used to it.

One person goes upstairs, one person goes downstairs, one person does business, one person eats, and one person sleeps.

Pushing open the hidden door, putting on slippers, and turning on the light, Ling Ping Ping took out a bottle of iced drink from the refrigerator, opened Mei Mei's and took a sip, then slumped onto the sofa.

"Play the game first and then code!" he said, "Anyway, it's already on the street!"

Writing web novels is a hobby.

Gaming is a hobby.

You can have both fish and bear's paw.

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Han Li held the flashlight in his hand.

Under the irradiation of electric light, she stepped out of the thick fog step by step.

came to the sun.

On the ground, there are still ashes of the ghosts she killed not long ago.

If it was in the past, Han Li, like everyone else, didn't know what to do with the ashes left by these ghosts.

But now she knows.

She stepped forward and grabbed the ashes expressionlessly.

She lowered her head and looked at the crimson book in her hand that was still heating up.

Open the page, forbidden knowledge, blowing in the face.

So she knew the name of the ghost she killed - the gargoyle.

You can use the heart of a harpy to smash, mix the ashes of the gargoyle, add one liter of holy water, 12 grams of necromantic grass, and boil it in a copper pot to get a potion that can deprive the power of ghosts below the median— - Elixir.

"Harpy!" Han Li knew where that kind of ghost had appeared before.

Put the ashes in his hand into a small glass bottle and put it away.

Han Li turned around and looked at the street behind him.

I don't know when the thick fog has quietly dissipated.

In front of you is a dilapidated street.

Han Li walked in, only to see collapsed houses, plaques scattered on the street, and rusted and abandoned vehicles parked on the side of the road.

This is the street before a cataclysm.

Now, it has been abandoned.

Han Li held the book and flashlight in his hand.

She picked up the flashlight and put it in front of her eyes. It was an industrial product with a red casing and exquisite workmanship.

A nameplate appeared in front of him.

"Gift from Jiangcheng Huamao Supermarket..."

Han Li's pupils suddenly enlarged.

In the world, there is no city called Jiangcheng.

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Its daybreak.

Ling Ping walked to the mirror in the bathroom and looked at his face.

Thick dark circles under his eyes made him look haggard.

"I didn't update it yesterday..." He sighed: "I can't play multiplayer sports like this in the future..."

But he was just talking.

After a brief shower, he walked down the stairs.

Then go to the door and pull up the roller shutter.

The thick fog outside the door had already dissipated.

A lively street appeared in front of you.

Several students in school uniforms passed in front of him.

Ling Ping looked at them with some envy. If possible, he also hoped to continue to go to school with a schoolbag like them.

such a pity……

Walking to the breakfast shop next door, Lingping asked the proprietress, "Aunt Cai, are you ready to steam the dumplings?"

"Good morning!" Aunt Cai, a slightly fat woman in her forties, came to Lingping's house two years ago and rented this small breakfast shop.

Her steamed dumplings are a famous breakfast nearby.

"Aunt Cai, give me two cages and a bowl of tofu nao, want something sweet!" Ling Ping'an smiled and took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay.

"Okay!" Aunt Cai immediately got busy, put two baskets of steaming steamed dumplings into a paper bowl, took out another porcelain bowl, scooped a bowl full of snow-white tofu brains for Ling Ping'an, sprinkled Add two tablespoons of sugar.

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Jingtai Building.

To the east is the once landmark building of the city.

At its peak, tens of thousands of people worked here.

But now, the building is dilapidated and decaying.

The cables, long unmaintained, are covered with moss.

Cobwebs spread freely in the stairwell.

The rotten smell fills the nose and mouth.

Han Li raised his head and looked at the exit of the stairs, where there were hundreds of rotting corpses in a nest covered with thick branches and straw.

She expressionlessly untied a pocket she was carrying on her back.

Packs of snow-white salt were exposed.

"Roar!" On the top of the head, a monster with a wing membrane like bat bat wings, with the outline of a woman's body and a turquoise skin, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, roaring and swooping down.

Han Li didn't even look at it, grabbed a bag of salt, poured his spiritual power, and threw it hard at the monster.

Snapped!

The salt bag is wrapped in spiritual power, and it accurately hits the monster that swoops down at high speed.

A full 500 grams of salt was instantly vaporized.

And the monster screamed miserably, and its wing membrane was corroded by salt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its sturdy flesh peels off a little in the salt air.

Eventually, it fell.

All the bones and internal organs were scattered on the ground.

There is only a bright red and coquettish heart, still beating tenaciously.

Han Li stepped forward, picked up the heart, and stuffed it into a bag full of salt.

"The third one!" she said.

She had never imagined that the harpy could be killed so easily.

A bag of salt, with spiritual power.

A B-rank ghost was simply killed.

So, she reached out and touched the still-hot book hidden in the tight-fitting battle suit.

"Ghosts, nothing more than that!" she said, so she stepped up the steps and went to the top floor of the building, staring coldly at the few harpy cubs curled up between the branches and straw in front of her, and the harpies scattered on the ground. The severed limbs and internal organs on the sides of the cubs.

She pulled out a lighter and lit the nest.

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Aunt Cai's steamed dumplings are never tire of eating them, and they are also a must when paired with the sweet bean curd.

Ling Ping was sitting at the counter, Mei Mei ate steamed dumplings and drank bean curd.

In front of him, an old TV was broadcasting today's news live.

"The foot-and-mouth disease continues to spread in the Northern Zhou Kingdom... Three counties and twenty-five counties have reported the foot-and-mouth disease epidemic to the Ministry of Animal Husbandry and Agricultural Affairs of the Federal Empire..."

The news screen cut out the picturesque picture of the Northern Zhou Kingdom, with pastures and farms scattered across the vast continental plain.

"We hope that the federal center and the kingdom's epidemic prevention department will come up with measures and policies as soon as possible to stop the epidemic from spreading!" In the footage, a rancher said worriedly.

"Our family has been grazing here for a hundred years, and this is the first time we have encountered foot-and-mouth disease on this scale..." In the voiceover, the federal epidemic prevention department is treating thousands of livestock harmlessly.

The screen cuts to the air.

Helicopter printed with the logos of the Federal Empire and the Northern Zhou Kingdom is circling, spraying all kinds of potions.

The live footage cuts to the port outside the capital of Beizhou.

Ships that were supposed to be full of various meats stopped in the port.

The faces of the workers and sailors were blank.

In the voice-over, the voice of the news announcer Rumei came out: "According to the report of the Ministry of Public Health and Safety and Epidemic Prevention of Beizhou Kingdom, at 12 noon local time, the foot-and-mouth disease epidemic in Beizhou has accumulated more than 1.7 million deaths in Beizhou Kingdom. If a beef cattle is infected, the economic loss may be as high as 300 billion yuan, and the federal center has urgently allocated 50 billion yuan to assist the Northern Zhou Kingdom to control the epidemic!"

"At the same time, the Ministry of Animal Husbandry and Agricultural Affairs of the Federal Empire has applied to the center for a loan totaling 200 billion yuan to help and support the animal husbandry of the Northern Zhou Kingdom through the crisis..."

Seeing this, Ling Ping'an couldn't help sighing: "It seems that the price of beef has to increase!"

Northern Zhou and Southern Zhou supply more than 70% of the beef and pork in the federal empire, and also supply more than 60% of the seafood and more than half of the grain in the federal empire.

These two kingdoms are the granaries and pastures of the federal empire.

There is some trouble over there, and the price of the federal land will definitely soar!