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!After sleeping beautifully, Lingping opened his eyes.

Reaching out and touching on the bed, he touched his phone and unlocked the screen to see that it was already 7:30 in the morning.

He got up, and after a brief freshening, he remembered the little peach tree upstairs.

So he took a glass of water with a cup, then took the glass of water and went up the stairs.

Go to the hut on the top floor, a plastic basin is placed in the corner of the door.

Ling Ping leaned over and saw that there were only two small saplings that had only emerged from the day before yesterday, and now they looked like a little sapling.

"Awesome!" Ling Pingan was very happy.

So he poured a little water carefully.

Then move this plastic basin to the edge of the corner of the door, so that it can get a little bit of the sun without having to withstand the scorching sun at noon and afternoon.

When he turned and walked down the stairs.

The little peach sapling in the plastic pot suddenly made a giggle.

I don't know where a breeze is blowing.

The young sapling shut up immediately, so it stretched out its young leaves, like an unfolded solar sail, directly reaching the open space outside the door, enjoying the sunshine.

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Go down the stairs and just opened the store door.

Ling Ping'an saw the niece of the king's aunt standing in front of his shop.

She was still carrying brand-new clothes bags.

"I'm sorry!" The little girl lowered her head in shame: "Master Ling, because of me, the clothes you sent to wash were accidentally damaged..."

She handed the bag in her hand to Ling Ping An: "I bought these again according to your brand..."

She bowed deeply, anxiously, her face flushed red: "Please accept it!"

Ling Ping'an listened, she was slightly shocked, and subconsciously took it.

Then he reacted immediately.

The clothes I sent for washing were accidentally damaged by this little girl?

Then, the little girl paid for her own money and bought me the same new clothes to compensate?

Feeling peacefully, the light of the right way shines on me.

There are a lot of self-media on the Internet, and they always say, "The quality of the federal people is getting lower and lower", "Traditional values ​​are almost gone", "Beat Generation" and so on.

It looks like it's all fart!

Take a look!

This little girl, who is only twenty years old at most, may have just left school and started her first job-doing some laundry for her aunt's clothes.

But he has been able to be honest and frank-come to the door in person and admit that the laundry was damaged because of his own sake instead of trying to wrangling, shirking, and delaying.

She was even more courageous and committed-paying out of her own pocket, and over compensation was made before the victim made a request.

Also a look of guilt and guilt!

In ancient times, those who do this, regardless of gender, will be praised.

Therefore, Lingping didn't think much about it, and said to her: "You wait here!"

Then he walked back to the counter, opened the drawer, and counted five hundred-yuan bills from the stack of banknotes in the drawer.

Then he took these five banknotes and handed them to the little girl.

He bought his clothes, of course, knowing the price.

In the store, the average is about thirty or forty yuan.

The brands of the clothes that the little girl sent can basically match, so the five hundred yuan is almost her expense.

"What are you doing?" The little girl was frightened, holding the banknote in her hand, at a loss.

"Have you been to college!?" Lingping asked.

The other nodded.

"Then you should know the story of Zigong redeeming people and Zilu saving lives..." Lingping looked at her encouragingly: "Your behavior deserves praise!"

"Furthermore..." He looked at the little girl's dress, just like him, just wearing some cheap casual clothes.

Why do the working people make it difficult for the working people?

"You just worked, and the income must not be much..." Lingping said earnestly: "How much money can you have in a month?" Small composition novel www.xzwxs.com

"You lost these clothes. I'm afraid you won't even have enough living expenses this month?!"

Generally speaking, the wages of helpers in laundry shops like this are very low.

It costs two thousand yuan to die in a month.

Although for such low-income people who have just graduated, the Federal Center has preferential policies and subsidies for food and rental housing.

However, the only benefit is the reduction or exemption of income tax.

Subsidies are not enough.

The food stamps issued can generally only be used to buy cheap meat from the Northern and Southern Zhou Dynasties-usually poultry.

The ghost knows how the capitalists of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and Southern Zhou Dynasty raised those chickens, ducks and geese?

Anyway, large-scale concentrated feeding must have problems such as excessive antibiotics and excessive hormones.

A young girl, if she eats those junk food every day, her health will definitely go wrong!

Others can't manage it safely.

But under his nose, it is difficult for him to watch a tragedy happen.

This is also a common problem for net writers.

The longer you write and the more books you read, you will be easily moved.

Therefore, he is now obviously in self-movement.

After thinking about it, he felt that he still had to give this little girl a little reward and commemoration—the school had to give a certificate to the pupils to help the grandma cross the road!

So I reached out from the drawer, took out a craft coin that I received last night, and stuffed it into the girl's hand: "This coin, although it may not be worth much, but the workmanship is exquisite. I will give it to you Commemorate it!"

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An Xiaoxiao walked back to her office nervously, holding the money in her hand.

She feels very useless.

It's all messed up with such an errand.

"Director..." An Xiaoxiao lowered her head and looked at Xia Ping, who was already waiting in her office. She was ashamed: "I didn't complete the task, please punish you!"

In An Xiaoxiao's understanding, what he undertakes is the task of delivering clothes for a target.

But now, although the target has accepted the clothes, he has given money.

Then this is not a gift.

This task also failed.

"What's the matter?" The director was unexpectedly lifeless, but asked in a pleasant tone, "Xiao An, please tell me carefully..."

An Xiaoyu handed over the five hundred-yuan bills he had in his hand and the target that seemed to be some kind of ancient coins to him.

Then I told everything about today.

After that, she reprimanded herself in a review: "Director, I don't know why..."

"In front of Young Master Ling, I can't refuse at all..."

"Am I very useless?!"

"No!" The director didn't blame her as he thought, but said happily: "Xiao An! Your task is done very well!"

"I'm afraid no one can do better than you!"

An Xiaoxiao raised her head incredulously, and saw the five hundred-yuan bills, which the director put on the table casually.

He took the souvenir coin presented by the bookstore owner and touched it lovingly.

It's like a supreme treasure...

Xia Ping's investigation has long since made it clear that the money that the bookstore's target spends, whether it is cash or mobile payment, is the same as ordinary money, and there is nothing special.

If you really want to, it means that the cash coupon has a strong aura.

But the aura on these banknotes will quickly diminish and disappear as long as they leave the bookstore.

It doesn't make much sense, and it has no effect.

but……

He looked at the coin in his hand.

He can clearly feel that there is a strong psychic energy in this coin.

It must have a special purpose!