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!Ingulat returned to his villa with great concern.

This place was originally the property of a Butanian businessman, but after hearing that the Duchess of Rhine would come to study, the businessman immediately gave the villa to Ingulat.

"What's the matter?" As soon as she entered the house, Arcado's voice came: "Our mistress seems unhappy!"

"The horror of the Orientals..." Ingulat said, "I finally know!"

In that elementary school, she saw that there were not only civilians among the students, but also people with extraordinary potential.

Such a person, in Butania, would be in aristocratic school.

But they were mixed among the civilians.

Moreover, they don't seem to know their potential.

In the school's teachers, the extraordinary and ordinary people are in the same office.

They talked and laughed happily, and she even saw it with her own eyes, a strong man humbly asked in front of an ordinary teacher.

The reason is simply that the teacher is better than him in teaching.

This is something that will never happen in Butania!

How could it be possible for a nobleman to bow to the commoner Luther?

impossible!

How can the descendants of the nobles chosen by God sit with commoners?

impossible!

But here, all of this really happened.

Akado was not surprised.

He even knew so long ago!

"Mistress, you are not worried about these things..." He smiled and said: "It's better to think about how to stay out of the banquet tonight!"

"Our guests are here..."

"Moreover, there are more imaginations coming!"

Ingulat listened, with a firm expression on his little childish face.

"I will leave early!" she said, "I am young and it is normal for me to get sleepy easily!"

Acado listened and laughed.

His mistress, although a bit pedantic.

However, you have learned to use your own advantages!

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Lingping sat at the counter, watching the sunset outside.

He yawned boredly.

Playing with an invitation letter in his hand.

He was hesitating, the question of whether to go or not.

After thinking about it, he decided-not to go!

After all, going out is really troublesome, and you have to close the shop.

Moreover, from the previous experience, the level of the Butania restaurant is not as high as that.

"Let's play the game!" He threw the invitation letter in his hand into the trash can.

Then he opened the screen of the phone and plunged into the canyon.

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The setting sun slowly fell.

In the mountains and forests on the outskirts of Jiangcheng City.

One figure after another slowly emerged from the woods.

The man wearing a sphinx mask, holding Pharaoh's scepter, walked onto the road.

He raised his head and looked at the city where lights were gradually appearing in the distance.

"Thank you! Brother!" he said to the faces of the people who were slowly fading from the trees.

"Mr. A, we hope you can fulfill your promise!" The faces said, "Bring back the messenger of the Almighty Father!"

"I promise!" Mr. A said seriously.

The Brotherhood is mysterious in the eyes of outsiders.

But only those who are in it know that the entire Brotherhood is actually composed of a dozen large and small cults.

They are all churches that believe in ancient and mysterious gods.

They are also people who follow the footsteps of that god.

For hundreds of years, they have been trying to please and try to summon their gods.

But there is no record of success!

Of course, occasionally, the gods will pass some terrible rituals to impart some powerful spells and knowledge to them.

This makes the sects of the Brotherhood obsessed with how to please their gods.

Apart from that, they don't care about anything else!

And these sects respectively believe in part of that god.

Just like Mr. A, he believes in one of the incarnations of that god, the black pharaoh who had descended in ancient times!

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Sitting in the general control room of the headquarters of the Emperor.

Zhang Hui raised his head and looked at the screen.

"Captain!" He picked up the phone: "The guest has arrived!"

He looked at the figures on the screen.

Big data began to compare the archives of the Federal Empire.

"It has been determined..."

"Brotherhood, leader of the Beast Sect, codenamed A!"

"Thirteen black witches of the Banquet Sect!"

Not much is known about the Brotherhood, even the Federation Empire.

Because they are so mysterious!

Mysterious enough, the undercover agents of the Federal Empire could not sneak in!

Only through the trajectory of their activities from time to time and the impact they left behind, to file for them!

"There are new guests!" Suddenly he looked at the other side of the screen.

A super red dot began to appear.

Psionic fluctuations can't hide it from others!

That is the fluctuation of a Duke of Hell!

The destination of his arrival is a business factory in Butania in Jiangcheng!

"The Duke of Ivi is here!" If it was in the past, Zhang Hui might not be able to judge, or even find out the appearance of the Duke of Hell.

But now, as long as He appears, it is impossible to escape the surveillance of the psionic guard station of the Federal Empire.

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Zhou Ke held Aning and returned to the house he rented.

Then he took out a tablet and showed Aning to watch cartoons.

Then he walked to the balcony and looked at the gradually brightly lit city.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's so fun!" He said, "I won't join in this fun!"

"I won't be...packed up together..."

He turned his head and looked at Aning, who was looking at the tablet and smiling very brightly.

The ancient prophecy emerged from the bottom of his heart.

The great old ruler will never escape the end of fall.

The only thing that can change this ending is His daughter!

Therefore, he desperately gave birth to countless children in various worlds.

And pampered with one daughter after another who might change his ending in the prophecy.

But unfortunately...

None of those daughters can afford to change his destiny in the prophecy.

until……

He saw Aning!

So He knew that sometimes, the daughter doesn't have to be biological.

It can also be an adopted daughter!

Thinking of this, Zhou Ke smiled and asked, "Aning, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Squid whiskers!" The cute little girl raised her hands and said, "Brother's squid whiskers, Aning likes the most!"

"Okay!" Zhou Ke smiled.

He reached into the fish tank next to him and caught a big squid that was alive and kicking.

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Sahato sat in the prison room.

Devil prince, the treatment is still good now.

It can even enjoy custom-made food-beef with sulfuric acid, chicken that has been rotten for ten days, and its favorite stinky tofu!

Thinking of stinky tofu, the devil prince's saliva can't help but flow out!

It swears that the best food in hell is not half as delicious as this human stinky tofu.

That rich smell, that sweet taste.

More pure than the soul of an angel!

"Sahato!" A prison guard walked over with dinner: "This is your dinner!"

He lifted the lid, and dozens of kilograms of stinky tofu just taken out of the jar exuded a strong flavor.

Served with meat that is covered with maggots.

Saharto's eyes lit up immediately.

"Thank you! Thank you!" The devil prince has learned to behave like the Federation now.

In this prison, apart from eating and sleeping, it receives four classes of education a day.

Educated with it, there is also a zombie that looks muddled, it is said to be called a general.

After class, it has to write homework and write experience.

Every seven days, someone will come for spot checks.

In the previous spot check, Sahato got the first-class evaluation!Higher than the evaluation of that zombie!

Therefore, it was personally praised by the warden of the prison and gave it the honor of being an active reformer!

This is amazing!

Because according to the regulations, the evaluation of active reformers can be superimposed.

When it reaches ten, it can be released.

Then you can get a registered certificate, and then you can legally operate in this country-just report on time and abide by the law!

There is already a general with a black guard, who has seen it in person.

The general promised that as long as he reforms well, he can go to work in the black guard after he is released from prison.

Serve mankind and the country!

"Serve mankind and the country..." Saharto thought of this sentence in his heart, and it seemed to be pretty good!

Suddenly...

Saharto turned around and looked in a certain direction.

He swallowed, then looked at the prison guard.

"Sir!" It raised its huge arm: "I want to report! I want to make merit!"

It said seriously: "I feel it, my father, Ivey has come!"

The devil prince now only wants to make contributions as soon as possible, gain freedom, and serve mankind and the country!

Therefore, it betrayed its father without hesitation!

Anyway, this is a very common thing in hell!

The guard listened, dumbfounded.

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But he immediately followed the procedure and reported to his superiors.

As a result, the warden was alarmed.After consulting his superiors, the devil prince Sahato achieved second-class merit!

And once again awarded the "active reformers".

Beside Saharto's prison, the unconscious zombie stood up, with his eyes open, looking at the demon prince who was wearing an'active reformer' medal on his chest by the warden.

The devil prince danced with excitement, and promised in front of the warden that he would make good reforms and strive for his release as soon as possible to serve the country and humanity!

The zombie feels that his three views have collapsed!

So it turned around and looked at a book on the desk.

The title of the book is "Human Rights in Different Kinds".

Pick it up and decide to take a closer look.

Otherwise, the native zombies, lose to the foreign demons, this spread, the face of the zombie king can't hold it!

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Lingping raised his head and rubbed his sore temples.

He looked at the clock on the wall. It was nine o'clock.

He looked at the document on the computer again.

A total of zero words were output today.

He was a little bit ashamed.

"Starting from tomorrow, I must work hard!" the young net writer said categorically, "I must write four thousand characters!"