I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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A drumming, waking the palace loyalty to wake up.

He is afraid to see the music station.

Before the microphone, a man wearing a face mask, standing proudly.

His body, quiet, like night, a paint black.

The cat in the arms has already jumped to the countertop.

Black kitten, stretching the body.

The pyramid is reflected between the flashing stage lights.

Black law is high.

The bloody moon is covered with the entire dance pool.

The entire dance floor has been enveloped in invisible strength.

The palace is loyal to the pharyngeal water, then he saw the person wearing a face mask.

Among the controversies, the Palace of Miyamoto faithfully learned, the spirit is like a flowing stream, quietly flowing around him.

As if since ancient times, the spiritual energy is a small stream who flows to him.

The black kitten on the plane is in a faint approving, the figure is illusion.

In the middle, the Palace of Palace seems to see a charming goddess and lying in the table.

Black long hair, wrapped Him perfect, moving the body.

Diwuts like agate, quietly look at His owners.

Like a real pet cat.

The eyeliner is waiting for the master's teasing or order.

"Who he is?" The palace is loyal to the question.

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The drum is still echoing in the ear.

Lingping is already mad!

The world has become meaningless in his eyes, and heaven and earth.

At this moment, he arrived, arrogant, arrogant, has arrived.

As a result, everything I have been overlooked is like a magma.

Let him be difficult to self-suction, can not be free!

He looked at the people in the dance pool and glanced on the music station.

In vague, the spirit is good.

"These humble, died in the sorrow, I am afraid that I can't listen to the big music that I created!"

Dale is the music of the universe.

It is a happy, the voice of the earth!

The same is the same as the heavens and the earth, and the universe natural avenue is elaborated.

This big music, no qualified organisms cannot be listened.

Even the rest of the voice can't hear!

Listening must die!

and so……

"I created a small song!"

Although I don't understand why, the spirit is still in my heart.

He slowly closed his eyes.

His hand gently touched the drums in front of it.

With his stroke, a stroke is like a worm, from all directions, drilling into the drilling.

So, this ordinary leather drum slowly became ancient.

Years on it, leaving a mottled traces.

History is in it, engraving the imprint.

In the faint approving, it seems that there seems to have a 10th hollow, roast the earth.

In the faint approval, the roar of rolling flood is coming.

In the faint, there seems to have a bird of eternal circles, on the blue waves of the East China Sea, the day, the night, the night is the next day.

In the end, all the sounds and the figure are far away.

Into only a mottled traces and dust on the drum.

And these traces and dust were scared and dropped at a little bit.

So this drum is new!

A brand new drum.

The cowhide is in the drum, it is cyan, cyan, faintly blinking.

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Then he opened his eyes.

In his double-eyed, there is no feelings, and the whole person is more embarrassing.

At this moment, the spiritual security knows that he is omnipotent.

There is no thing he can't do!

And everyone in front of him, saw that on this music station, the buddies of the people wearing a face mask, suddenly burned.

A golden flow of fire, spilling from his eyes.

Like the sun!

In his hand, the blue current is flowing in the blue cowfly drum.

boom!

He shouted gently.

Thunder is surging, blooms blossoming electric flowers.

This lightning is not only surging among the drums.

The sky is also fried from the top of the head.

Bang!

It's thundering!

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Li Shouyi opened his eyes.

He looked up and looked at the ceiling of the head.

Bang!

Among the sky, thunder.

Li Shouyi gently took an armrest next to himself, his closed basement, turned on an instant.

He jumped gently, from this basement, after it is necessary, the whole person has already fell on a hill.

He looked up at the sky.

Rolling black cloud, has been depressed.

Thunder sounds from the clouds.

Bang!

Lightning tears the sky.

Endless lightning, bloom in the sky, illuminating the dark world.

Li Shouyi took a deep breath.

"What happened?" He frowned.

This thunderstorm, too unusual!

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"Emperor Meteorological Station, emergency notification, affected by strong convective weather, this night will have heavy rain, accompany thunderstorm ... Please stay at home, try not to go out!"

Li An An listened to the warning from the radio.

She looked up and looked at the slightness on the side.

"What?" Asked Li An'an.

Yan Wei shook his head, but his face was incomparable.

Her hand, imprint from the rainman is shining.

She knows that the emperor of Tonight is, I am afraid I can't calm.

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He Yugui looks at the sky.

The black cloud rolling, the thunder is rumble, and the electric light blooms in the cloud.

Her forehead, an emblem faint.

"It's the master!" She said that she said: "Is the master!"

Her body, instantly hot.

So she directly stopped his car, casually stopped the corner of the street.

She wants to find the master!

This is her mission, and it is her fate!

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Bang!

Thunderstorm fried on the top of the head.

In the Lu Ming Hall, the light started to flash.

The boundless spiritual pressure, from all sides, flock to the whole Lu Ming Hall.

The stronger strength, the deeper feel.

Ordinary staff, but only feel that the body is cold, and I am panicked.

But the extraordinary people have already shaken.

Their apart feelings feel the real horror.

The flesh and blood of the body seems to have his own will, a little dripping.

Among the souls, there is a great horror.

Unclear crazy distortion, constantly emerge.

Everyone is desperately desperate, sticking to rationality.

Everyone knows, once a reason to collapse.

They will inevitably be crazy!

Moreover, it will be twisted into an ignorant monster, there is no thoughtful beast.

Ludwick, is the most feeling.

His head is calm.

The inner crazy thought, a wave of a wave of surge.

He held his hands and insisted on ingredients.

"Who is it?" He thought.

Sudden ...

"His Royal Highness ..." Ludwick asked nervous behind him: "What happened to you?"

The Yu Bo in his eyes, saw a beautiful and cute girl, helping the Princess Fusan, asked the intimate.

That is a fox woman!

Fusang fox women!

but……

Why is she not affected?

Ludwick can't understand.

Everyone in the entire Lunming Hall is clampped by the horrible spiritual power.

But what is this Fusang Foxer?

Regional colleges, actually and missing people!

however……

Ludwick has no longer thinking.

Because the drum, I rang again.

This time, the drum is no longer a separate sound.

But continuous!

Hey!

The drum is rumbling.

Bang!

The sky on the top of the head, thundering!

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The spirit is safe.

Hey!

A burst of beating dried in the drums.

Hey!

The drum is rumbling!

He immersed into the paradise of music, in the desire to create.

In his heart, countless thoughts, this will come.

Everything about music, no need to learn, do not need to be taught, he seems to be born.

Melody, beat ...

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Palace, merchants, angles, sings, feathers.

but……

He patted his drumming, his mouth was madly said: "I need a melody, beat, people?"

The melody, beat, and rhythm are the rules of mortal music.

He does not need.

He only needs to take a shot, you can create the world's Qili, heaven and earth!

Therefore, his creation is actually a few shots.

Rhythm? melody? temperament?

No need!

The real genius, just pat, it is a song, and it is rhythm.

Because the genius is a starter, it is a creator.

I said that 1 + 1 is equal to 3, then it will never equal 2.

1 + 1 is equal to 2, that is because I called it equal to 2!

So he was incomparable to play, and he was very pleasant to play.

The audience under the stage, in the drum, follow his rhythm, slowly shaking the body.

Even his cat, followed the beat, slowly swaying.

In the faint approving, the kitten on the plane seems to becomes a girl who has no hair, only long dark hair, wrapped the girl with a full body.

A pair is like agate, like a water like water.

Feel the pine and more exciting.

Cao Ang said: fortunately, even sing!

He is also eager to try.

So, gently low.

"At the beginning of the ancient, whoever passed ..."

"It's me!" He looked up, and he was extremely firm.

"Don't don't shape it, why not take it ..."

"I know!" He replied gently.

Hey!

The drum is inexplicably bonded to his low.

And his voice, although low.

But it is very clear, echoing in the dance pool, even if it is the sky, there is a rummer, and it is impossible to cover up.

People among the dance pools, listen to the drums, in this low , one of the times raised their heads.

Everyone's eyelids are a paint black.

Their face is full of smiles.

a happy expression.

As if he heard the most beautiful voice in the world, it seems to feel the most extreme warmth of the world.

but……

This smile is incomparable.

Within their skin, it seems to have something, slowly creeping.

Slow down on the smile.

In the corridor of the upstairs, the Palace of Palace is even more.

The drums raised in his ear, and the low-spirited shallow sing and answer were accompanied by drums, and the sound was invited.

Among his eyes, a detailed long line, from the middle, long from the dark eye nest.

,, slowly surging.

Black resentment, from his felt.

"Chao Wen ..." Palace loyalty maintained a happy smile, he kneeled on the ground, full of eyes crazy: "The eve of the night!"

At this moment, he feels that he is very honored and is very lucky.

The humble dust, the small , actually can hear such a drum in the year of birth, and hear such a great sing.

Even if it's time to die, the soul is going to Huangquan, or you can be

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There is no rhythm, no rhythm, from all directions, rolling.

The thunder in the sky, constantly fried.

Thunderstorms continue to tear the sky.

Li Shouyi looked up and looked at the sky.

He can perceive, there is something, from the thunderstorm, flying toward the earth.

at last!

He feels that thing.

A mountain!

Moncilla hundred miles of mountains!

Countless mountain peaks, have collapsed mountains!

Endless river valley has already dried up!

There is between the peaks, the corpse is in the wild.

Inside and outside the river, the grass is not born.

In the depths of this mountain, the core of the vein.

An old fairy, quietly lying on the broken mountain range.

His fairy, has been hitted quartz.

His demonstration is even more horrible, thoroughly crushed.

The blood is so blood, so far, it is constantly spraying from one wound.

In the contest, Li Shouyi heard the lack of the lack of the mountains.

"Kunlun's hill, is the only emperor, the gods of our daughter. His god-like tiger is nine tails, people face and tiger claws; it is God, Si Tianzhi and the emperor of the emperor ... "

Li Shouyi looked up at the thunderstorm depths and horses the mountains.

Listen to the whispers between the mountains.

The sad song and sigh.

In the middle, Li Shouyi seems to see a hazy picture.

On the top, the tiger is nine tails, the people face and the fairy of the tiger claw, in the sky, hand in hand.

The space is broken, the heavens and the earth are choke.

Even if it is dead, this fairy is also killing the mountains under their own.

however……

When He falls from the sky, the blood is sprouted, and the mountains are scattered.

His enemies have not yet letting His mountains swearing to defend.

The peak was broken, and the vein was torn.

Grass bird beasts, all of them were exhausted.

The chicken dogs do not leave, and the grass is not born.

Even so, His enemies are still not relieved, afraid that His rebirth.

I simply pull this group of mountains, from the heavens and the earth, throwing into the endless time and space.

Li Shouyi feels these pictures, his brow is crumpled.

Because the mountains walking in the thunderstorm, they are passing through the thunderstorm.

This thunderstorm, not, but it hinders, but has become its road.

A road to the world.

Hey!

The drum is a bit.

Bang!

Thunder.

The blue lightning, tearing open the black cloud and illuminates the world.

In the lightning, dragging the mountains of long traces, like a meteor, falling toward the northwest.

Target is the Kunlun Mountain!

Li Shouyi looked at it, and the mountains flicked in the lightning.

"After night ..." he sighed: "The world will change your face!"

He knows, myth invasion, exacerbated!