I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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Tao Zhan is stupid to look at everything in front of him.

The owner gives the baby.

That kind of magical power helped him to change the god paper against the sky.

As long as you stick it, anyone's mind will be distorted and become a puppet of his hand.

There is no great force.

Not afraid of all physical injuries, even if you put it in the flame, even if you soaked into the royal water, you will also be un losspaper.

It's so torn.

Just like torn a paper.

Then a group, just like a group of paper.

Then, lost on the ground and stepped on a foot.

God paper is scared.

The heart of Tao Shi is also scared.

He is red, looking at each other.

"I dare to do these bored things in front of me ..."

The opponent's flat face is proud, and the eyes become very dark, just like the abyss.

"I beat you to death!"

His voice is not big, but it is a thunder.

Do not……

That is not a thunder.

It is the evil whisper of the government.

It is under the nine, and the deepest demon of the demon.

Tao exhibition raised his head.

He is red under the sunglasses.

"how dare you……"

"How do you dare!"

The owner's god paper was torn off.

Takened ...

The owner will kill me!

Do not……

The owner will return all the blessings to me.

I will turn into the past ...

As a result, no one knows.

Just a piece, just a way, the lightthist, you can marry me ...

How are you so stupid?

Will Tocanda Will you?

Don't you understand a dead?

Tao exhibition! Are you tmd to hear people?

Roll!

And now him, it is no longer able to adapt to that kind of life.

Now he is a top flow.

It is a brother in countless fans.

Even if it is sold, it has become a person who has become the most discerning in the past.

but……

He is red!

No matter which creows, he is people.

Director, scriptwriter, production, no one nod hat and meets the goddess.

Exhibition, there is a play here, I don't know if you have time to see the script?

Exhibition, this thing is necessary to help ...

Exhibition, you will take a rest! How can you eat it! Naturally there is a substitute to help you show.

Each time you appear in public.

There is always countless fans, and the road is squeezed.

"Exhibition to see your mother!"

"Exhibition, I love you!"

"Exhibition! Exhibition! Exhibition!"

Just sing, I don't know the so-called song, it is a million real gold.

Just send a Selfie, an hour, the message is more than 1 million, and the highest number of systems specified.

and so……

"I can't fail!"

"Your cat……"

He bite his teeth.

It is reasonable and thorough.

"Give me a hurry!"

"Do you know who I am?"

"You have to dare to reverse me ..."

"My fan is spit, and you will die!"

He called in his hysterical.

I have rushed to the past.

His eyes have only that cat.

He as long as there is that cat.

But I don't know, his heart has already been distorted.

I don't know, in the void behind him.

Black hair black robe's monks, laughing.

"Amitabha, I am compassionate!"

Twelve black lotus sitting down.

A twisted tentacle, reached out of the black lotus.

At the end of the empty.

Countless, the flesh is full of terrible locusts, the Buddha, and the bodhisattva, there is a clear smile.

He has faced a direction, and the ulced mouth, fierce, bloom like a flower bud.

"Amitabha! No Buddha's compassion!"

These have been sacred, and now they have been completely distorted.

He became twisted, chaotic and dark Buddha.

And the monks sitting on the black lotus, quietly waving.

It turned a little light and shadow, fell on the shadow of the spirit, and then drilled in.

There is no Buddha.

It is just a thought.

A powerful idea.

A Buddha that is imagined.

At this time, Tao Shi has just rushed to the front of the spirit.

Ling peacefully watched the hat, sunglasses and masks, a pair of traffic, but suddenly stimulated, screaming, hysterically rushing to himself.

"Hey!" The spirit is picking up: "Is this special?"

"This is the medicine?" He thought.

The entertainment circles of the Federal Empire and the entertainment circles around the world are one thing.

The bory of boring has doubtful guys who have doubt life, it is easy to lose themselves in the fame and fortune.

So, there are several baubles every year to explode.

then……

There's no after that!

The cultural traditions and values ​​of the federal empire will not tolerate any public figures that have a bad impact on others.

Don't say that it is a medicine, it is the stars of derail, regardless of men and women, will be killed for a while.

This is not an administrative order, nor is it an official instruction.

It is the collective consciousness of the whole society in action.

That's why, the flow of the federal empire, always advertises its own 'root seedling', and try to get mainstream identity.

This is also more and more, the more I want it.

Ling peacefully looked over, and it has been the same as the madman.

He rushed to his own cat to jump to one side.

The other party is rushing too fierce, and I can't pay attention to the past.

Directly, fell on the ground.

The encephalop is smoked on a hard smooth floor, issues a crisp sound.

At this time, the spiritual peace discovered that the people of the entire pavilion were already watching him.

The eyes of these people, some weird.

The spirit is safe.

He is busy with the relationship: "I haven't done anything!"

"This brush is falling!"

I want to go to his head.

Especially the fans of this pen.

Spirituality believes that the pavilion has been monitored.

He did not encounter this goods.

This goods is too much to be too much medicine, thinking that he is going to become a superman.

But the entire exhibition hall is quiet and terrible.

The pine and even heard many people in the swallowing sound.

He blinked, did not understand, what did these people have seen?

........................

Zheng Yijing came out of the elevator.

Suddenly, she turned her head.

She has grown up from the Buddha's bones, and she is very sensitive to the power of the Buddha.

She lowered.

Seeing a black lotus station on the marble floor of the pavilion.

The lotus table is open.

The Buddha is spread in a quiet voice.

It is a black Buddha light.

Her wrist has been weaving a hand strap weaving by the lotus seeds of Month, slightly vibrating.

Among the lotus seeds, it is faint, as if he heard a voice of the Buddha.

"Amitabha!"

"There is a Buddha compassion!"

"There is a Buddha ?!" Zheng Yantang's heart beats.

Although she understands that there is no Buddha in myday.

but……

The color is empty.

For the Buddha, is the name important?

unimportant!

If you can come, you can be like it, it can be Zhang San, but also Li 4.

Therefore, the most Buddha's most talks is to let go of obsessment, cut off the trouble.