I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

You can search for "I'm Really Not a Demon Search Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Zhang Hui looked at the ancient god, put down the teacup in his hand, paced happily, hummed a popular golden song from the previous years of the Federal 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 terrifying and evil evil pupils opened and closed again.

He swallowed heavily.

He 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!"

"It seems to hide another meaning..."

Having said that, Zhang Hui touched her neck with lingering fear.

There was 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, a little bit of faint aura flowing between the ink marks.

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

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

After just looking at it, Zhang Hui put it back after confirming that the memo was valid.

In the ears, 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 stayed in front of the thick asphalt edge.

Meow!

He cried softly.

Zhang Hui looked at him.

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

Countless figures, creeping, worshipping.

That is his past.

He stood up and stretched his body.

Beautiful and elegant.

Then he 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 prefers now.

Zhang Hui retracted his gaze and glanced at Situ He.

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

A chandelier hung under the ceiling.

It swayed gently, emitting a faint yellow halo.

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

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

A pair of cold and merciless, 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 anymore.

And Zhang Hui finally confirmed.

Here, this bookstore in the mist of late night.

It's a lair!

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.

It was the former guard of this awakened ancient god.

They serve him, this great ancient master.

Also guarding him, this indescribable terrifying god.

Both of these possibilities exist.

but……

Who is he?

Zhang Hui looked at the kitten in the counter.

He knew that this ancient Egyptian cat goddess might know.

However, He could not say.

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Lingping hummed a small song and walked in front of the bookshelf.

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

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

Typical Republican voters.

When Lingping went to school, he encountered many such people.

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

Usually serious and stubborn.

It looked like a cold stone, merciless steel.Biquge 88 www.roto88.com

Working overtime is as normal as eating and drinking.

Give students tutoring and watch every student's test scores.

Work and live like a machine.

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

Because they set people outside to be tough guys of steel.

In order to maintain this personality, 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 the suicide was that the enrollment rate in the class he led was not ideal.

This stubborn and proud class teacher could not accept it.

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

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

He had no choice but to die.

Only death can atone for sins!

Even now, Lingping cannot understand it.

However, what is funny is that after the death of the class teacher, he was rated as a "Federal Excellent Teacher" and won the "National Education Medal.

Before that, Mingming's class teacher had an average admission rate of 80%.

Among them, the enrollment rate of Category A high school was once an exaggerated 40%.

However, he did not receive these honors.

Instead, it's dead, it's all there.

From Lingping's point of view, the 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 personality.

They hold on.

However, even machines will wear out.

The seemingly sturdy steel cable, if no one regularly maintains it, it will corrode in the wind and sun for a few years.

What about people?

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

If you laugh more, the pressure will naturally decrease.

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

just……

This kind of thing is not easy to say directly!

"Maybe I can try to knock on the side, suggesting that..."

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

"That's his problem..."

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

In fact, even someone who is very familiar with this is not something to say casually.

Thinking about this, 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.

Ling Ping'an has seen some, generally speaking, close my eyes and meditate every day, relax and soothe the spirit.

It's just that these are of no use to him.

Because there is no such thing as pressure.

Every month, the federal central government'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 carefree life 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 struggle?

What is the meaning of struggle?

Like that guest, in his forties, he was overwhelmed by 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!"

Spiritual peace is very content.

After almost a month of zero income, now, even if he just 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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