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!Xiaoman looked at the Shura who crawled out of the ruins.

Looking at their appearance, feeling their spirit.

"How many low-level'ghost soldiers'?" Xiaoman slowly held his sword.

Shura and the demon have a very special relationship.

The relationship between the two is similar to that of a mortal and a monk.

It's a bit similar to caterpillars and butterflies.

However, the relationship between the two is far more complicated than these two examples.

Moreover, because of the lack of evidence, it is just a guess.

Following Tian Qing, Shura and the demon swarmed into the world.

People have to classify these monsters.

Ghost soldier is one of Shura's many forms.

From low-level to high-level, the strength and size of the ghost soldiers vary.

But the shape is basically the same.

They are all skinny and all bones are deformed because of distortion.

the most important is……

Most of these things have only simple wisdom.

Therefore, they need a higher order Shura to command.

This is also the origin of their name-ghost soldiers.

It's just pawns and cannon fodder.

Anyway, Shura is immortal.

The physical body dies, it's dead, and it's a big deal to crawl back from the void.

Holding the sword in his hand, Xiaoman slowly began to accelerate.

On the blade, the soul fire began to rise.

Xuanjun’s whispers echoed in her soul: “Those who plan to live and die, or die, or die, or die, or die, or die, do not have or have nothing..."

In this whisper, Xiao Man already leaped high.

With a sharp sword in his hand, he stabbed a ghost with a hoe and hit her head.

Its deformed bones, at this moment, are twisted in ways that ordinary people cannot imagine.

In an almost anti-human way, he held the hoe high and smashed it at Xiaoman.

"Meat!" it yelled: "Fresh meat!"

In the mouth full of sharp teeth, countless stinky saliva flowed out continuously.

"Dead!" Xiaoman tapped his toe lightly, and the sword in his hand pierced its forehead, piercing its hard skin, deep into the skin and the sky.

But no blood came out.

After the Asuras steal the flesh of a mortal, they will basically choose to drain their blood!

This makes most Shura, in fact, a little afraid of fire.

Just like now!

Xiaoman's sword pierced his head.

The soul fire attached to the blade immediately ignited its skinny flesh.

The flame rose.

The ghost soldiers howled miserably!

Howl miserably in the soul fire!

"what……"

It started to burn all over!

But it is not flesh and skin that are burning, but soul is burning!

The Soul of Shura from the void has been ignited by the soul fire!

Xiaoman kicked the ghost soldier abruptly on its chest.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand was pulled out, and then he slashed to his side, directly cutting off the arm of a ghost soldier.

A little soul fire took the opportunity to get into this ghost soldier.

It was also lit!

"Ah..." the ghost soldier howled miserably.

But Xiaoman didn't care about it. Instead, he used his mana, exerted his power on both feet, and jumped up again. The long sword in his hand slashed in all directions, and a few swords swept in all directions.

There is a little soul fire on every sword light!

With the sword light, the soul fire swept into the ghost soldiers.

Ignite them all at once!

In an instant, seven or eight ghost soldiers rolled in front of Xiaoman.

They howled miserably and screamed sternly.

Until, in the end, I can't howl anymore and can't move.

The soul fire ignites all their souls.

It also ignited the grease in their deformed bodies.

The air exudes the burnt smell of barbecue.

Xiao Man held the sword.

Start to recover the soul fire.

She slowly read Fajue: "Nothing is not heaven, nothing is fate, nothing is not god, nothing is not element..."

With her chanting, a little bit of soul fire, like a firefly, gathered from the bodies of the burning ghost soldiers to her.

These little flames slowly dipped into Xiaoman's forehead and merged into the pupils.

With their return, Xiaoman felt that his soul had become stronger.

This is the terrible thing about Soul Eater.

Burn others and illuminate yourself.

And seize its essence, take its origin, and be my firewood!

If it is the soul fire of Xuanjun, it can ignite the whole world and all the souls of all creatures with just one sprinkle.

It is really the first choice for destroying the world, destroying must be used!

Xiaoman is still weak, but he has built a foundation.

Her spirit, at best, would ignite low-level Asuras like Ghost Soldiers.

If she is stronger, she will probably fall into fierce fighting.

but……

It's ok!

There may be other shortages in Qingshan Town, but there is no shortage of Shura!

There are at least one or two thousand here!

"Come slowly!" Xiaoman said, and she leaped up gently, jumping into the ruins ahead.

……………………………………

Lingping raised his head and looked at the time on the wall.

It's almost eleven o'clock!

"Order a takeaway first!" he said.

So I picked up my phone and ordered a beef bowl.

Then, stand up and make yourself a cup of tea.

Drinking fragrant tea, Lingping turned on the TV set easily.

At this point, there is an advertisement on TV.

Changing channels is still advertising, and continuing to change channels is still advertising.

Finally, I switched to a channel without ads.

but……

It's playing a soap opera.

Lingping sighed and could only turn off the TV.

He leaned on the chair, held his mobile phone, opened the micro-book, and started to read the news.

Randomly scanned the hot search list, there is nothing special today.

On WeChat, the traffic seems to be slowly becoming active again.

XXX backless...

XX caused fans to scream...

XX's new song broke ten million in half an hour...

Lingping watched and couldn't help but yawn.

"Today is another ordinary and boring day..." he muttered.

At this time, the phone switched to the incoming call mode.

Lingping checked the number, which belonged to the old village chief.

He clicked to connect, and then put it to his ear: "Uncle Zhang..."

"Little son..." Uncle Zhang's honest voice came across the phone: "What you asked me to help has been done..."

"The contract for the two hundred acres of land has been terminated..."

"Look at..."

"Uncle Zhang, can you help me find a new partner..." Lingping said with a yawn: "It's the contract or something, you just need to sign it for me..."

He didn't want to run back for such a thing.

"Hao Le!" The old village chief across the phone agreed with a smile.

"Then please!" Lingping hung up the phone with a smile.

Then he suddenly remembered.Girls' Novel Network www.nsxs.org

"Why so fast?" He scratched his head.

Isn't the Luyuan company that contracted his land very powerful?

It doesn't matter!

Originally, Lingping was ready to go to court with him.

It was so easy to solve.

"It may be that Uncle Zhang has a lot of face..." Lingping thought.

There can only be this explanation.

Otherwise, how could the other party give up so easily?

…………………………

Hanging up the phone in his hand, the old man who had just had a simple and honest appearance turned around.

He looked at the plaque in front of him.

Nodded gently.

As a result, the workers who had been on standby for a long time swarmed up and removed the plaque.

Then, the man talked about an axe and chopped the plaque into pieces.

A man with a big belly, not far away, looked at all this foolishly.

He covered his face and did not even dare to lift his head.

My heart is even more regretful.

He couldn't think of it, but he didn't let anyone pick strawberries.

Actually carried such a big somersault.

First, the company changed hands.

The three foundations that hold 60% of his company's shares held a meeting to remove his seat.

Then all the industries under the name were targeted.

The loan was called on and the tax was checked.

Suddenly, the capital chain broke, and there was nothing in the moment, and he owed the bank a debt.

Then, this is the scene now.

An old man in cotton-padded clothes, with workers, took the decision of the board of directors, and drove him out of the office.

Then, in front of him, the company's plaque was removed and smashed little by little.

The old man walked slowly to the man.

"Zhang Daoming..."

"Jiangcheng, you can't stay..."

"Hurry up!"

In the past two hundred years, each family has been secretly operating various industries in this city.

Trust the Federation Empire to treat the extraordinary.

Whether they raise money or start a business, they can always take the lead.

After two hundred years of accumulation, wealth alone is scary enough.

Just take the Zhang family as an example. In the past two hundred years, which consortiums, banks and companies in Jiangcheng did not have shares in the Zhang family?

Because of the ancestral motto, the Zhang family scattered these wealth among foundations, never showing up.

If it is an ordinary person, you may also worry that the Foundation will be embezzled.

But, who would dare to do such a small action against the Zhang family?

Therefore, the wealth of the Zhang family has not diminished, but with the advent of the mobile Internet era, the tide has risen.

Zhang family is like this.

The same is true for other companies.

Therefore, for two hundred years, the master has never had to worry about money.

"Let's go!" The old village chief turned around slowly, and said to the secretary carrying a briefcase: "Book me a plane ticket to Nanyang this afternoon..."

"Yes..." The secretary nodded and bowed: "Mr Zhang!"

……………………

Riding a small eDonkey, watching the navigation on the phone.

Fujiwara Chika finally found the small alley mentioned by his cousin.

"Qiyuan Bookstore..." She slowly found it along the streets.

Finally, she saw a sign hanging under the street lamp in that street-Qiyuan Bookstore!

"Here!" Chika Fujiwara clenched her fists happily.

So, she stopped the little eDonkey to the side of the road.

Then, he lifted the heavy food container and walked over.

She walked to the door of the store and looked curiously at the situation inside the store.

A twenty-four-year-old young man sitting at a simple counter in a bookstore with a mobile phone in his hand, not knowing what he was looking at.

A kitten is lying on the counter.

Everything in the bookstore is very simple.

The floor is wooden, and the posters on the walls are printed by a simple street copy shop.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the "very special person" or "very amazing bookstore" that Chiba Michiko said.

She looked at it and knocked gently on the store door.

Tuk tuk...

The young man who was looking at the phone raised his head, and when he saw her, he immediately laughed.

"Welcome..." He said, "Please come in!"

His voice sounded very ordinary.

There is neither magnetism nor momentum.

Instead, she was a little lazy, as if she didn't sleep well this morning.

However, Chika Fujiwara remembered the hint of his cousin.

"If the mountain is not high, there are immortals and spirits, and the water is not deep, and dragons are spirits..." She read the ancient article in her heart: "Si is a shabby room, but my virtue!"

In this country, people are not to be seen.

When Fujiwara Qianhua was a child, he heard from his grandfather that in the imperial capital of this country, there was an old man living in seclusion and making trouble in the world.

Every day is to raise chickens and ducks, tease the birds, just like most ordinary old people.

However, even the first assistant of the center must hold the disciple's ceremony in front of him.

Even the emperor must respect him.

So, Fujiwara Chika opened the door, carried the food container in her hand, and walked forward.

"Hello..." She bowed politely: "I'm Chika Fujiwara, delivering food for Michiko!"

As she said, she put the food box in her hand to the counter.

"Fujiwara-chan!" The other party seemed to look at Fujiwara Chika seriously, and then laughed: "I heard that Qianye-chan said about you!"

"Hayi!" Fujiwara Chika bowed deeply, "I am Fujiwara Chika, please enlighten me!"

As a Chinese, even if it is a downright Chinese, the manners of Fujiwara Chika are beyond criticism.

To a certain extent, her etiquette can even be compared with the federation nobles in the imperial capital!

This is also the helplessness of a small country.

Since no matter the economy, military, population, or territory, they are far inferior to Big Brother.

Then you can only dig out the details.

Every action, every manner, even a smile, has strict rules and requirements.

Especially in this foreign country, almost all Fusang people will become extremely serious and serious.

I am afraid of losing points in etiquette and being looked down upon.

Even if others don't care, Fusang people will be very serious and serious.

This is the national character of Fuso.

But the other party didn't seem to have any etiquette at all, and just smiled and said, "Fujiwara sauce doesn't have to be so polite..."

As he said, he opened the food box.

Then, I looked at the delicious food in the food box, took it out without anyone else, smelled it, and then praised: "The craftsmanship of Qianye Sauce is really getting better and better!"

He picked up the chopsticks and couldn't wait to eat.

This makes Fujiwara Chika a little disappointed.

"This is what Michiko calls a'very special person'?" She thought, "It's not like it!"

but……

Fujiwara Chika's pupils suddenly dilated.

She looked at a bow in the cupboard behind the bookstore owner.

The Chinese from Fusang swallowed.

"Your Excellency..." She couldn't help asking: "What is the bow in your cupboard?"

The other party raised his head, glanced at Fujiwara Chika, and then laughed: "That bow..."

"A guest, mortgaged with me..."

"Pledge?" Fujiwara Chika took a deep breath and asked, "Why did she mortgage this bow here?"

The other party laughed: "Because the guest bought the book from me and forgot to bring the money, he pledged with a bow, and said that he would redeem it for half a month..."

"Buy a book?" Fujiwara Chika swallowed.

"Yeah?" He looked at Fujiwara Chika, and the pupils under his eyes suddenly brightened, dazzling like the sun and dazzling like stars: "Would you like a copy of Fujiwara-chan?"

As Fujiwara Chika listened, he only felt that the surrounding air had solidified instantly, and the pores of his skin were trembling.

She shook her head quickly: "Thank you sir..."

"I don't need..."

Does she dare to buy?

Dare not!