I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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Just about to speak, from the corner of Lingping's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the guest's hand holding the teacup.

"Six fingers?" Ling Ping'an was stunned, and he immediately left the matter behind.

Meow!

At this time, the kitten Best who had been sleeping on the counter woke up.

It stood up and jumped to Lingping's feet.

"Little darling..." Lingping said to the little guy pettingly: "Are you awake?"

Meow!

The little guy screamed softly, turning around Lingping's trouser legs, as if showing off something.

It's a pity that Lingping doesn't understand at all.

Song Shihui looked at the cat that suddenly jumped up from the counter.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

Because, he knew, just today, the Kingdom of Egypt announced that it would regain the canal occupied by the rebels.

He immediately picked up his mobile phone and clicked on Heiyiwei's intranet.

Sure enough, an intelligence bulletin from Kunlun Prefecture appeared in the bulletin area.

The high priest of the Kingdom of Egypt took action, and the seven great wizards of Voodoo died in battle!

He clicked on the report of the Kunlun State Intelligence Department, took a cursory glance, and immediately took a deep breath.

According to the report, the high priest received the divine blessing of the cat goddess, so he burst out with power comparable to the lieutenant general!

Killed seven voodoo wizards in one fell swoop.

The extraordinary force that will support the rebels for a long time, sweep away in one fell swoop!

This means that the Kingdom of Egypt has no obstacles in regaining the canal.

In today's revival of aura, the civil wars in most countries are actually wars between extraordinary people.

An extraordinary person shows the power of crushing.

There is no second choice for the other party except to drop in the wind!

After all, most countries cannot even form a tank regiment.

In places like Kunlun State, with a few old-fashioned bombers, they can already crush the surrounding area with conventional power.

As for being in the East...

Because of the Federal Empire, most countries no longer have a standing army.

Fusang, Silla, and even the armed forces have been cancelled.

Only the armed police who suppressed the riots were retained.

Military expenditures in most countries remain at several million all year round.

Because no need!

Brother, if you have something!

That is to say, in places like Qinlu, a country with a population of 20 million will have a wonderful example of a country with thousands of tanks and dozens of advanced fighters.

"It seems..." Song Shihui thought: "He really is the cat goddess of Egypt!"

This is a sure thing.

Thinking of this, Song Shihui couldn't help holding up his teacup and taking a sip.

The sweet tea flowed into the throat, and instantly turned into a lingering liquid, which filled the mind.

It's more than just letting his soul condense.

Even the thinking suddenly became clear.

Song Shihui felt the benefits of this sip of spiritual liquid, and his shock felt a little more.

"He is telling me..."

"I am worried that you are too stupid to understand and interpret my intentions, so I gave this cup of spiritual tea to help you open your mind?"

"How confident is this!"

"What a tsundere!"

When I was horrified, I heard that person's voice beside my ears.

"Guest..." He only asked: "Do you like music?"

Song Shihui nodded. He put down his teacup and replied with a smile: "Your Excellency, your eyes are like a torch... I am indeed a lover..."

He took out the magic weapon from his pocket.

The bronze cast is exhausted, and the whole body is black.

He took the copper hammer and tapped it lightly.

Palace, Zheng, Yu, Shang, Jiao.

The five tones were struck one by one, and the sound of exhaustion echoed in this bookstore.

"Banmen get an axe..." Putting down the copper hammer, Song Shihui laughed: "I'm showing my ugliness!"

Lingping watched and put his pet aside.

Music, he doesn't understand the truth.

but……

Seeing that copper out, he had an impulse inexplicably.

I wish I had a big drum in front of me so that he could have a good time!

what a pity……

But it does not matter!

I don't understand what can be fooled.

Lingping smiled and said, "To be honest, I am better at drumming..."

This is the truth!

In his dream, he played the drum several times, and every time, the audience in the dream was very enthusiastic!

He even remembered that once in a dream, the audience was the same as the fans of the traffic, and even more enthusiastic.

That is really a sweet dream!

Called Lingping so far, endless aftertastes!

Therefore, he said: "Once, I once played the drums in front of countless people..."

"That scene is really..."

Song Shihui listened, his eyes burning.

He understands that this one will never aimlessly.

It is impossible for an ancient god like him to lie.

and so……

What does he mean?

Has He ever played before countless gods?

Do not!

Song Shihui knew that the person of this ancient god could not be like that of the music god.

His status is undoubtedly, in the myths and legends, it belongs to that kind of main god, god king, and emperor.

It may even be higher.

and so……

There is only one record in Song Shihui's mind at this moment.

At the time of Shun, there was Miao who refused to accept it, and Yu would cut him down. Shun said: No, it is not good to practice martial arts. It is not Tao. He has been training for three years.

and so……

He meant: I used to beat the drum to frighten the gods?The gods are all subdued, knocking on the first three thousand, to praise my might?

do you mean this?

So Song Shihui smiled and said, "That must be a very beautiful scene!"

"Yes..." Ling Ping'an recalled the scene in his dream: "That is pretty wonderful!"

"At that time, countless people were impressed by the sound of my drums!"

The things in the dream are things that have happened—though in the dream.

But Lingping believes that this is not a lie.

Song Shihui then said: "If I have a chance, I can also be there to attend the meeting..."

Ling Ping was suddenly shocked, and he said whispered: "Guest, you probably won't be able to go..."

In the dream, how did he go?

Although Ling Ping An is a face blind patient, but... he is 100% sure that he is not Lord Long Yang!

and so……

If this guest appears in his dream...

Lingping felt that he might be scared to death.

Facial blindness is understandable.

Mr. Long Yang, he really can't accept it!

So he changed the subject decisively: "Guest, do you want to come so late?"

Song Shihui understood what the other party meant.

He... is too weak.

There is no qualification to participate in such a grand event at all.

even……

It is very likely that the subtext is: I am afraid you will be beaten away by me!

And this is very possible.

Nowadays, the myth of mountains and seas has invaded more and more deeply.

Many things recorded in Shanhaijing have also been turned out for research.

In the Shanhaijing, it is recorded that the Yellow Emperor used Kuihide as a drum to shatter the souls of countless monsters.

Listen to the other party's question again.

Song Shihui immediately folded his hands and said, "I'm not hiding it, I love rhythm... I heard that there are a lot of... well... books..."

He wanted to say "Sacred Book of Wonders", but he swallowed when he heard the words.

Because his spirit told him, here, we must abide by the rules.

The rule is: Don’t say words that are not allowed.

When I heard it peacefully, I was excited: "Guest, you are really here!"

"I do have a lot of books of rhythm!"

"It's not that I boast...I have a collection of melody books...um...it's amazing!"

With that, Lingping stood up.

"Guest... please wait..."

"I'll get it for you..."

So he bid farewell, hummed a little song, and walked to the bookshelf behind him.

"Her eyes...Her eyes...like stars shining..."

"Seeing... Seeing... Seeing... Panic..."

Guangnanqiang sang softly.

Cheerful and relaxed!

Lingping felt that the walking was a bit lighter.

just……

"When did you hear this?" He felt a little more forgetful.

……………………………………

Sitting on the sofa, Song Shihui looked at the ancient god and stood up.

He seemed very happy.

The flowing fire in the foggy head danced gently because of joy.

It fluttered in that eye socket.

He walked slowly towards the depths of the bookstore.

And softly whispered, slowly sounded.

"Her eyes...Her eyes...like stars shining..."

This voice is like singing from the underworld.

Just listening, Song Shihui felt that his mind was frozen.

There seemed to be countless ghosts in front of him.

These ghosts are flying in the bookstore, chasing and frolicking.

"Seeing... Seeing... Seeing... Panic..."

One scary figure after another appeared around these ghost figures.

It seems to be black and white impermanence, but also like a horse face.

Vaguely, there was a huge and terrifying figure projected on the floor of the bookstore.

That huge single horn, nine songs into a world!

"Uncle Gui!" Song Shihui swallowed.

He couldn't help turning his head and looking at the ancient god who was singing and walking towards the abyss.

He saw that the feet of the ancient god had already left the ground.

He is floating, walking lightly.

Every foot is on a piece of rotten, empty, twisted soil.

The sound of every step seemed to come from the underground palace.

"Even Uncle Gui... is also his guard?"

Song Shihui was terrified.

Uncle Ghost!

The legendary god in charge of the netherworld.

There is even more evidence that he once transformed into Taishan Mansion after a long time.

More importantly-in the mythology of mountains and seas, there is also his shadow.

"The owner of this bookstore... where did he come from?"

Song Shihui didn't dare to think about it anymore.

but……

"This piece..." He recalled the tone of the other's groan.

Song Shihui's fingers moved lightly.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao...

He raised his head and looked at the cat goddess who was sitting across from the sofa and staring at him.

Song Shihui immediately smiled apologetically, not daring to reorganize the musical score in his heart.

but……

Half a sentence has been written down by him.

Song Sihui knew...

Just this half sentence, if he can exert one-tenth or even one-percent of the power of the bookstore owner.

Then...

He will have another hole card against the enemy!

Maybe, at a critical moment, he can give his enemy a surprise!