I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Listen to the words of this weirdo whose head is shrouded in fog.

Xiaoman walked in involuntarily.

As soon as she entered the door, the first thing she felt was countless prying spirits.

These spiritual consciousnesses are extremely crazy, extremely deformed, and extremely twisted.

Faced with their madness, deformity and distortion, the demons may not even be qualified to carry shoes!

Because, Xiaoman had faced a demon in the pill-forming stage.

But she didn't feel like she did now.

She felt like a fish crawling onto the beach and came face to face with a huge crocodile.

It looked like a deer grazing on the grassland, but when I looked out, I saw a hungry white tiger lying in the grass!

There is no other end than closing your eyes and waiting to die!

This made Xiaoman tremble.

Fortunately, the weird voice came from behind: "Guest, please take a seat..."

All the horror, madness and distortion instantly disappeared without a trace in this sound, as if they had never existed.

Xiaoman swallowed and could only follow the weirdo's request and sit on a strange rectangular chair designated by him.

This chair is as strange as this weirdo.

After Xiaoman sat on it, the hairs all over his body immediately stood up.

Her spirit screamed in fear.

because……

She swallowed...

She knew what kind of leather the chair was wrapped in...

A fairy-level demon skin!

Moreover, it was a demon in the void who was caught alive and skinned alive!

Because, the moment Xiaoman sat down, her eyes became hazy.

She seemed to see a terrifying monster rampaging in the void.

He captured a demon so powerful that it almost solidified its form.

"This is the best real leather..."

"The master will like it after he is born..."

As a result, this extremely powerful demon was skinned alive!

Xiaoman shook his head quickly, and the hallucination in front of him disappeared.

She knew that this was the memory left in the demon skin she was sitting on, and her instinctive reaction when encountering creatures of the same origin.

It's warning!

The source of the world's disasters, the demon whose mission is to destroy the world, is warning its food.

It's dangerous here...

It's very dangerous here...

Run!

Run!

Xiaoman swallowed and saw the strange man. He picked up a strange thin object and walked to an equally strange thing that seemed to be an immortal weapon.

He pressed a certain button.

Hot water flowed from the fairy vessel.

"Guest..." The weirdo walked up to Xiaoman holding the thin transparent water cup: "Please drink tea..."

Xiaoman took it over tremblingly.

The water cup is very thin and the tea in the cup is very hot.

She put it in front of herself and looked at the tea in the cup.

A few golden leaves are floating in the water glass.

The spiritual energy, so dense that it almost turned into liquid, lingered on the cup.

After taking a gentle sniff, Xiaoman felt his soul lighten, and his soul became even more solid.

"Fairy tea! Definitely fairy tea!"

"Besides, it might be the legendary imperial tea that only the Emperor of Heaven is qualified to drink!"

Legend has it that the Emperor of Heaven planted a supreme fairy tea tree.

The tea tree sprouts once every three hundred years, and the Emperor of Heaven ordered his queen to pick them personally and fry them with supreme techniques.

If a mortal smells it, he will be free from disease and disaster, and his life will be prolonged.

One sip will make you transcend to otherworldly places, and you can even fly to the sky!

Because of its magical effect, not even the gods in the sky have ever drunk it!

Now, here, the cup of tea handed over by this weirdo is already comparable to the Emperor of Heaven's most beloved imperial tea!

This shocked Xiaoman beyond words.

"How's it going?" the weirdo asked, "Guest, isn't my tea good?"

"This was given to me by a customer..."

Xiaoman was even more shocked when he heard this.

Sent? !

A gift from a customer?

This shows what?

This shows that this weirdo even wants to curry favor with a powerful person who can grow such immortal tea, and even does not hesitate to give him a divine item like Imperial Tea in order to gain trust and closeness.

"Your tea is indeed very good..." Xiaoman picked up the teacup with trembling hands and took a careful sip. The dense spiritual energy mixed with the indescribably sweet tea penetrated the mind and cleansed the mind.

This is indeed an imperial tea level fairy tea.

After one gulp, Xiaoman felt that his soul became lighter and more stable.

This at least saved her several years of work on polishing her soul!

This means that ordinary demons can no longer easily break through her mind.

This may allow her to go further in the future!

Provide longer protection for her fellow villagers and elders!

So, she couldn't help but take another sip.

"Hehe!" The weirdo was very satisfied with Xiaoman's knowledge. His proud voice directly lingered in Xiaoman's ears: "Guest, as long as you like it!"

Next, he sat across from Xiaoman.

The fire in his eyes was spinning like the two qi of yin and yang.

Meow!

A kitten appeared at his feet at some unknown time.

The kitten meowed softly.

Xiaoman looked at it, and then his eyes widened.

A huge building with splendid tiers on top of each other is reflected in the shadow behind the kitten.

Countless prayers and wishes from the living people came pouring in.

This is a God!

A god who protects and protects one person!

A cat cultivates to become a god!

Such a thing, even before Tian Qing, was extremely rare.

so……

Xiaoman looked at the kitten, and she nodded slightly, conveying a friendly meaning to the other person.

However, the cat god is very proud.

It raised its head proudly, and then rubbed the weirdo's trouser leg affectionately.

Like a pet, acting coquettishly to its owner.

"Little darling..." The weirdo stretched out his hand and touched the cat god's head, just like a normal owner comforting his pet: "I will play with you after I finish my work, brother!"

Meow!

The kitten meowed obediently and lay down very docilely.

The weirdo looked at Xiaoman, and those two points of flowing fire were rising, transforming, and evolving.

Just looking at those two flashes of fire, Xiaoman couldn't help but think of what was recorded in the Taoist Records.

Two is born, two is born three, and three is born all things.

The flowing fire is like the flame from the first creation.

The flames spit out from the mouth of the candle dragon.

It creates time and space.

It also separates the clear and the turbid.

Let the pure air rise and the turbid air descend, shaping the sky and the earth.

Just listen to the weird person ask: "Guest, can you tell me..."

"What kind of book would you like?"

He looked at Xiaoman, and the flowing fire conveyed the undeniable and irrefutable truth.

I have everything you want here.

Everything!

There's nothing I don't have here.

Whether it’s something you know or something you don’t know.

Whether it’s what you want or what you don’t want.

I have them all here!

As long as you can afford it, you can take them!

Xiaoman felt this will, and of course she didn't dare to question it.

But……

"Can I afford the price?" Xiaoman asked himself.

She looked at this weirdo's strange bookstore again.

There was nothing she recognized here.

A fairy lamp hung above her head, a lamp she could not understand.

No traces of oil were seen, and no signs of burning.

It was shining like that, emitting light that even the fog could not hide, guiding her here.

Above the fairy lantern are pieces of strange stone slabs of unknown material.

These stone slabs are embedded in each other in a way that Xiaoman has never seen before.

In the gaps between those stone slabs, there were some terrible things huddled inside.

They are extremely powerful, but they are trembling and dare not show up at all.

The weird chair sitting under his buttocks was wrapped in the skin of a god-level demon.

This demon was skinned alive by a terrifying thing while he was still alive.

Moreover, its soul was also peeled off and filled in this chair.

On the chair opposite, there is also a chair wrapped in the skin of an immortal or god.

Xiaoman could clearly feel that the weirdo was sitting on that chair, and his weight was pressing on the demon's skin, causing the demon's soul in the demon's skin to rise and fall in pain.

But it worked like a massage instead.

On both sides of the wall, there are strange and terrifying portraits.

In those portraits, Xiaoman could vaguely sense powerful beings that she dared not look directly at. In those portraits, their bodies were curled up carefully.

They don't dare to reveal themselves in front of weird people.

All of this is enough to prove that this weirdo is the master of this misty world.

Everything here is his pet, slave and guard.

He controls this place, he dominates this place, and he rules here.

Even the mist might just be his nursing home.

Guard the gates and clean the filthy courtyards for him.

Therefore, the pill-forming demon was killed the moment it was shrouded in mist!

Then even the flesh, blood and soul were completely evaporated.

This is the duty of nursing homes.

The master's territory must not be dirty at all!

It must be clean!

In front of such a powerful existence, in his terrifying territory.

Xiao Man understood that even if she pledged all her flesh, blood, and soul, it might not be worth the fur of any of his artifacts here.

so……

Xiaoman thought of this and woke up.

"Why did he allow me to come here?" Xiaoman thought of the key.

Such a powerful ancient immortal god is an ancient existence that can be compared with the candle dragon.

If he doesn't want to, no one can see him.

Only with his approval can outsiders see him and contact him.

Otherwise, even if you accidentally break into this fog, you will definitely be cleared by the fog.

Just like the demon in the elixir formation stage, it was evaporated without even leaving any ashes.

So, Xiaoman understood.

He may need to use his own hands to do something.

Or maybe it's just because he is pleasing to his eyes, and he just wants to see him and give him another chance.

No matter which possibility it was, it showed that she could pay the price he wanted.

Thinking of this, Xiaoman became excited.

She asked cautiously: "Sir, do you have the Sword Scripture here?"

Xiaoman understood that in the hands of this ancient immortal god, there were probably countless ancient sword canons that she could not imagine and recognize.

Maybe, there is also a powerful sword scripture that even the gods can't imagine.

But the key is, will he be willing to sell these ancient and powerful secrets to her?

Therefore, after asking this question, Xiaoman became nervous.

She was afraid of rejection as well as acceptance.

Lingpingan listened to Xiao Gun...well, the little girl's words, and he immediately laughed: "Sword Sutra?"

"The Sword Scripture is good..."

He was extremely happy, extremely happy!

He happens to have many ancient martial arts books here that have not been sold for a long time.

It was when he was in college that after he exposed the so-called ancient martial arts master's painting, he bought the ancient martial arts secret book from the market out of curiosity, intending to study it and use it as the material for a new book.

Um……

Basically, they are all very mysterious things.

Lingpingan has seen some, and always feels that these so-called ancient martial arts are almost the same as deception.

Why are you so angry, God...

very messy.

Why do you still need to meditate in the morning and dusk, and practice at midnight?

You can tell at a glance that this is something to fool people who don’t understand science.

but……

Not to mention, it’s really good to use it to write novels!

Relying on these materials, Lingpingan wrote a book "The Descendants of Ancient Martial Arts in the City". The subscription is okay, and at least it covered his Internet fees and living expenses for playing games when he was studying.

It’s really great!

So, he stood up and said to the little girl: "Guest, please wait a moment..."

Then he walked happily to the bookshelf.

……………………

Xiaoman looked at the weird man and looked very happy. She stood up and walked into the bookstore. It was only then that she finally noticed that there was a deep, dark and silent abyss in the inner layer of the bookstore.

This hole is more terrifying and profound than the huge hole in the sky behind the sky.

The asphalt-like viscous liquid slowly flowed around the deep abyss.

There were faintly terrifying sounds coming from inside.

Pair after pair, crazy and evil, crimson eyes full of distortion and despair, opened and closed one after another in the depths of the abyss.

Xiaoman just glanced at it and didn't dare to look at it again.

She quickly turned around and looked in front of her.

There was a rustling movement in the devil's skin under his buttocks.

It was the soul of the demon that was not completely dead yet. It was squirming uneasily after feeling the soul of the living being with the same origin.

but……

Meow!

A gentle cat meow made the devil's soul immediately calm down like a mouse after hearing the voice of its natural enemy.

"Thank you!" Xiaoman quickly expressed his gratitude to the kitten.

But the other party ignored her, just curled up again and fell asleep next to the strange chair.

Xiaoman looked at her and thanked her again: "Thank you very much..."

Meow!

This time, the kitten was no longer arrogant.

It barked softly, seeming to say: I'm not helping you, I just don't want the owner's guests to be harassed...

Xiaoman felt the meaning of the cry. She picked up the tea cup and took another sip.

The dense spiritual energy, mixed with the sweet tea, penetrated her soul and made her feel calmer.