I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Ling Ping Ping stood at the door, watching the foreign guest, holding the book he just bought, and gradually disappeared into the mist.

He also felt as if he was a little drunk.

He yawned.

Looking back, I saw the kitten Best was lying on the blanket.

"Little guy!" He smiled and pulled down the shutter: "I told you to be gluttonous!"

But then again, without this little guy, I would have missed out on such delicious food.

"United States of America!" Lingping pinched a spar again and threw it into his mouth, quietly feeling the sweet taste: "It must be a small foreign country with beautiful scenery!"

"There is a life of idyll in the fields, and there is the ease under the leisurely Nanshan..."

"If there is a chance, I might be able to go there and take a look..."

Curiosity is the common hobby of the people of the Federation.

Closing the door and turning off the lights, Lingping held the iron box and walked up the stairs.

Just throw the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

He yawned again, then walked to the bedroom, tilted his head, and fell into a sweet sleep.

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Elizabeth walked out of the fog and looked back to see the fog dissipating little by little in front of her.

She held up the Steel Bible in her hand.

The bible burst into a dazzling brilliance, unfolding the words full of truth before her eyes.

At the same time, the other book on her body, the "Mechanical Gospel", seemed to be attracted by it, and actively suspended, also releasing the brilliance of steel.

The two brilliance intertwined and merged with each other.

Eventually both books start to melt.

In the end, it was merged into a book that fell into her hands.

The mechanical gospel began to sing: "Ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine!"

And the Bible of steel began to shine with the light of truth.

Let Elizabeth have a deeper understanding and cognition of the truth of steel and the truth of machinery.

She devoutly held this brand new holy book, the immortal holy book called "Mechanical Scripture".

Start heading towards her steel altar.

She knows how to upgrade this steel altar into a mechanical temple!

In addition to flesh and life, she also needs faith!

More faith!

The great Spirit of All Machines needs more faith, and the great Gatling Bodhisattva needs more believers!

Only the devout belief of at least 100,000 believers can make the steel altar possible to evolve.

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In a daze, Lingping felt his consciousness, as if sitting on a swing, floating aimlessly in the world.

He floated from one side of the world to the other side of the world in less than a second.

"The world is so small!" he said.

But dreams are always like this, strange and confusing.

Also, he was a little drunk.

Even in a dream, I don't really want to open my eyes.

I just want to continue to float like this, the feeling of swinging is not bad.

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand caressing his head.

In a daze, Lingping opened his eyes.

A vague female figure stood beside him.

"Mom!" Lingping shouted instinctively.

"I'm not your mother..." The figure stroked him gently: "You are just a child born on my stomach..."

"Mom!" But Lingping ignored her and grabbed her warm hand.

"Child..." She asked softly, "How do you feel about this world?"

"It's very warm..." Lingping replied, "I feel good!"

"The people here are so nice!"

"Would you like to smash it?"

"Why smash it?!" Lingping didn't quite understand.

"That's good!" The vague figure slowly returned to nothingness, but her gentle voice still came: "You have to remember the warmth of this world..."

"Don't smash it!"

wake up!

Lingping opened his eyes and looked around. He let out a small breath.

"Dream again..." He sighed.

Every year, he may have such a dream.

Dreaming of his mother or father.

And each time, they reminded him - don't smash the world.

But the problem is...

Lingping touched his head: "How can I smash a world? It's not a glass ball..."

He sat up from the bed, it was already dawn, and the morning sun was falling from outside.

He knew that he would have such a dream.

It's because he's thinking.

I miss the warmth of childhood and the warmth of a family of three.

pity……

He can't even remember the appearance of his parents now.

Only vague figures and impressions can only be dreamed occasionally in dreams.

Therefore, every time he dreamed, although he knew it was false, he still wanted to indulge as much as possible.

Unfortunately, even dreams are short-lived.

To this end, he turned to some psychiatrists and received a diagnosis of his lack of love and the possibility of traumatic stress disorder.

But the problem is...

He really doesn't have any mental illness, nor does he lack love.

He played games when he was very young, and learned to code when he grew up.

Life is full and easy, without the slightest pressure.

Apart from the occasional miss of childhood, there is no other problem.

"In two days, go to the Federal Meritorious Cemetery to visit the second old man!" Ling Pingan thought: "It has been a long time since I visited the second old man!"

"Probably because of this reason, I am worried about it, and my subconscious mind reminds me through dreams!"

That's about the explanation.

After figuring this out, he became heartless again.

After a simple grooming, Ling Ping'an remembered the peach tree he raised upstairs, so he drank some water and walked upstairs.

Open the door, and the plastic basin is placed beside the door.

A small sapling, already showing a nod, has grown a little twig.

Tiny, like a cute little child, swaying gently in the breeze.

Ling Ping looked very happy.

He felt that this little sapling was like his own child.

So, he lightly sprinkled a little water, then squatted down and looked at the little sapling: "Little guy, you have to grow up healthy and healthy!"

"I'm waiting for you to grow up and eat the peaches you grow!"

The young leaves of the small saplings swayed gently, seeming to give an answer.

Ling Ping Ping nodded, turned around, closed the door, and went downstairs.

Before reaching the stairs, a text message sounded from his mobile phone.

He picked it up and looked at it, and his face twitched suddenly. ,

A text message is displayed on the phone.

Auntie: Little Ping An, I will go back to my hometown tomorrow!

Ling Ping swallowed his saliva.

Why did this aunt come back so soon?

Didn't they say that they would stay in Beizhou for three months or even half a year?

Is it possible that the speed of archaeological excavation work can be so fast now?

But he didn't dare to complain too much, so he could only pick up the phone and obediently enter a message: Got it! Auntie!

Haha, didn't expect it!

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