I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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At night, no one came to the door.

Lingping was also happy and quiet, playing games for a day.

It wasn't until I felt dizzy and swollen that I finally put down the phone.

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

"Jie Jie!" Lingping said arrogantly: "The brave men in the canyon will be sold in Seoul!"

"Too easy! Too easy! Too easy!"

From the afternoon to now, he has only lost one hand.

It was because of the two teammates being dropped, and the opponents were playing black, constantly bringing the line to check the loss.

At other times, it is almost crushed.

So, it came to the Eternal Diamond in sections.

Rubbing the slightly sour temples, Lingping picked up the water cup, found the bag of unknown leaves in the drawer, counted a few pieces from it, and made a cup for herself.

Drinking sweet tea, I was completely exhausted.

Lingping looked up at the time on the computer.

It's half past eight.

"Add more today!" he said.

So he sat down at the counter and crackled the start code.

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Han Li's figure rises and falls from among the tall buildings that have long been abandoned.

Soon, she came to a building that was still looking glamorous in the north of the old downtown of Donglin City.

The LOGO of Zhentai Industry is still hung on the glass wall of the building.

She raised her head and looked at the 55-story, 160-meter-high skyscraper.

The whisper in the ear, rusty.

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

The original glorious mansion is now like a piece of dead wood.

The smooth glass exterior wall in the eyes of outsiders is actually covered with various molds.

Han Li walked forward blankly, opened the glass door, and entered the building.

The welcoming lights hung in the hall lit up one by one.

The sound of sobbing and crying sounded from all directions.

The cold wind blew on Han Li.

Let her feel the inexplicable cold.

But she just smiled.

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

Snapped!

The long whip was in the air with a crisp sound.

With the sound of the whip, the lighting hanging on the ceiling of the hall fell one by one.

The sound of whimpering and crying disappeared cleanly.

Even the cold wind stopped.

The long whip in Han Li's hand stretched forward.

As if there is wisdom, tracking something.

Finally, she caught it.

Pulling hard, the scarlet whip, dragging a thing with long red hair covering his face, returned to Han Li.

The chattering in the ear, rustling, urging her.

Han Li's face struggled.

But after all, it couldn't meet the urging of babbling.

She squatted down and looked at the thing that was still struggling with the whip.

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

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

Under the red clothes, among the long hair, there was only a cloud of blue-gray humanoid gas.

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

This is a light group with a vaguely human shape.

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

So, she subconsciously stretched out her hand, 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 and cruel!

She chewed the ball of light gulp, just like eating the most delicious thing in the world.

In front of her, the evil spirits that once left countless demon hunters helpless.

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

Become food.

Because this is born.

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

In essence, demons are the existence of souls.

Swallow the red evil spirit completely.

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

The hall that was once clean and tidy because of the existence of the evil spirit in red is now a dilapidated place full of dust and cobwebs.

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

"It's delicious!" She commented on the smell of evil spirits.

The red-robed evil spirit that has entrenched the mansion for more than ten years, and has caused countless demon hunters to return home with feathers, ceased to exist.

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Elizabeth, now like a skeleton.

Her flesh and blood have become fuel.

In the turbulent steam turbine, it turns into mechanical power.

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

The prototype of the steel altar has been established.

The track became the foundation.

The armor is the outer wall.

The turret is the holy emblem.

Engine and engine are icons.

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

"Much is good, big is beautiful!" 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 munitions warehouse was completely different.

Everything has been transformed.

but……

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

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

One by one, the words made of molten steel slowly turned into molten iron and flowed onto Elizabeth.

Let her thin body become full again.

Let her know what is needed for the construction of this altar step by step.

"Steel can only produce will with blood!" She said: "A machine can only be awakened if it is injected with life!"

Therefore, she is going to hunt.

Hunt down the evil spirit minions and use their blood to water this sacred altar.

Catch the descendants of the evil gods and use their lives to inject them into the machinery.

"Great Spirit of All Opportunities!" Elizabeth worshipped the altar in front of her piously: "You are one, and ten thousand, there is and nothing!"

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

"It's you!"

"Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva is also you!"

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

"May your way travel 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 the arm.

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

She is going to kill!

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Sitting at the counter, Lingping's inspiration burst out like a tide.

A chapter of two thousand words, less than half a novel, is almost finished.

But suddenly, he was in a trance.

All the inspiration came to an abrupt end.

There seems to be a noise in the ear.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear a series of vague, unclear sounds.

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 cleanly.

Lingping pucked out his ears: "Gan!"

"Fuck it!"

"At the critical moment, there was an auditory hallucination?"

"Your sister!"

He looked at the document that had written 1,725 ​​words, and he was a little bit crying.

Two hundred and seventy-five words short.

This is not a problem that can be solved by irrigation.

and so……

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

"But I haven't said this before, so it's not a pigeon!"

and……

To be honest, a street writer is a pigeon.

What can be done?

No one cares at all.

Removal of the blade and being chased have to be changed, that is the treatment that the great god has.

Go on the street...not worthy!

He raised his head and looked at the clock.

"It's actually just after nine o'clock!" Ling Ping'an was surprised, and he took out his phone: "Such a beautiful day, without playing a few games, I really can't help this good time!"

Then hit the canyon.

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