I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

In the afternoon, it started to rain.

The pattering rain accompanied by the autumn wind caused the temperature to drop several degrees.

But inside the bookstore, the temperature is still a comfortable 20 degrees.

Lingpingan sat at the counter and filled out his electronic contract.

First is the book title, author name, and then various electronic signatures.

Once everything is done, click Send.

Soon, the editor opposite sent a received expression.

Lingpingan snapped his fingers: "It's done!"

Then he looked at his current data.

172 favorites, 210 recommendations.

Very good!

He crossed his legs and began to look forward to his results after passing the recommendation.

Central Plains Five Whites...

Your opponent is here!

He raised his lips slightly, feeling very proud.

Like every time before, this time he was still confident.

He even changed his penguin label - a man will be a boy until he dies!

……………………

Han Li walked out of the cave where he was hiding.

The sun fell on her body. The figure of the witcher was voluptuous and plump, and her skin was moist and shiny.

A pair of eyes that shine like gems.

The whispering in my ears is no longer as whispering as it used to be.

But it has a different taste.

Taking a closer look, it seems to be some kind of radio wave, like Morse code a long time ago.

However, it is extremely confusing and has no logic at all.

However, Han Li felt that he could understand a little bit.

Sizzling...sizzling...

She stretched out her hand and gently raised the sun in front of her.

Something in the light was slowly lifted up by her.

These are psychic powers!

She gently blended and wound these spiritual energies into silk threads.

Slowly, they were woven into a small swimming dragon, wandering between Hanli's fingers.

With a gentle wave, the swimming dragon turned into dots of light and dissipated in the air.

Behind Han Li, Xiao Ai was stunned.

"The manipulation of divine power equivalent to that of a false god..." She thought: "No! It should be the subtle manipulation ability that only true gods have!"

As a bloodline of the Love Thorn Clan, Xiao Ai has already recalled some memories of the past.

By reading the "Book of Escodel" left behind by his father, Xiao Ai also gained a clearer understanding of the past of the Aithorn Clan.

Therefore, she knew that this was an ability that only the existence of the true God could possess.

With such ability, as long as this human girl does not perish, she will definitely hold the throne high and ignite the divine fire.

The plane where she was born has a population of hundreds of millions.

this means……

She can rely on this plane to establish her own divine system.

"Let's go!" Han Li turned around and waved to Xiao Ai: "It's time for us to report to Minister Wang!"

It's time to remove all the minions and strongholds of the Abyss left on the earth one by one.

Only in this way can we take the initiative in future wars!

…………………………………………

Elizabeth vibrated her steel wings and dragged a huge offspring of the evil god to the sky above the Iron Temple.

With a gentle release, the son of the evil god fell into the center of the Iron Temple.

His flesh and soul were quickly decomposed by the Iron Temple.

It turned into strips of spiritual light, nourishing this great palace.

"Not enough...not enough!" Elizabeth looked at her and shook her head slightly.

The North American continent has been integrated by her.

Humanity continues to regain lost ground, and the descendants of the evil god are compressed outside the scope of the Doomsday Fortress.

Given time, recovering the entire continent is no longer a dream.

but……

These descendants of the evil gods left on the earth are just inferior products that are disgusted and abandoned by the evil gods entrenched on Mars, the moon, Jupiter, and the sun.

For the Iron Temple, their quality was too low.

She raised her head, and the emotionless and colorless eyes in her eye sockets looked towards the sky.

Deep in the starry sky!

She knew that she wanted to water the Iron Temple so that this place where the Spirit of All Opportunities could stay in the world would truly become a holy place where the great Spirit of All Opportunities could descend.

Then, at least one evil god is needed as a sacrifice.

Watered with his flesh and blood, sacrificed with his soul.

"Take your time..." Elizabeth landed in front of the temple.

The steel wings folded up automatically.

She raised her head and looked towards the temple, squatting down in front of the two altars filled with prayers of steel and machinery.

Inside the altar, there are colorful essences extracted from the souls and flesh of the sons and minions of the evil god.

She gently grabbed a handful.

These are all good things.

It’s much easier to use than the previous Evil God’s Crystal!

They can not only be used as energy, but a small particle can supply a steel plant with electricity for a day.

They are also food and medicine!

Dilute it into clean water, and one grain can save ten thousand steel people from hunger and disease, and it also has the effect of eliminating evil gods and pollution!

It is precisely because of them that the new generation bred by the people of the Mechanicus does not need to undergo mechanical transformation surgery at the first glance.

Children can grow up healthily and happily just like the children of Void Storm.

This is the teaching of the great Spirit of All Opportunities.

He said: The way of steel is materialistic, because machinery is the truth.

And materialism needs to recognize itself.

Especially recognizing the fragility of our own flesh and blood.

Only in this way, when they grow up, will they understand the correctness of the sacred prayer and truth of the spirit of all machines, "flesh is weak, but steel is eternal", and can they devote themselves wholeheartedly to the path of steel and machinery.

but……

The real purpose of these extracted essences is to make mechanical relics.

Use them to go to the master in the mist and exchange for classics from machinery and steel!

Gently let go of the book, and the essence fell into the altar again.

Crash, make a crisp sound.

"Not enough!" said Elizabeth.

The mechanical relic is a kind of mechanical sacred object mentioned by Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva in a sermon in the "Mechanical Sutra".

The Mechanical Sutra clearly states: Watching Gatlin Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, you will see that all dharmas are empty, and all misfortunes will be eradicated! Relics, since thousands are thousands, and since ten thousand are thousands, if they hold tens of thousands, they will be like this again.

This is a mechanical holy object!

It is because of the Buddhist teachings that it saves all living beings and transcends all things.

Only with such a treasure can it be possible to exchange the true scripture from the master in the mist, save the world, and ascend to the mechanical heaven as soon as possible!

It is precisely for this reason that this thing is extremely difficult to refine.

It not only requires the flesh, blood and souls of countless descendants of the evil god to extract the essence.

Hundreds of thousands of devout believers are needed to recite the Mechanical Sutra every day.

With his Buddhist teachings, he can influence the lingering thoughts of evil spirits, suppress and crush the pollution consciousness within them.

Eventually, they gathered into mechanical relics.

Gather the thoughts of the common people, refine the evil of evil gods, and extract the way of steel.

Therefore, one grain is enough to destroy a lifetime, shatter matter, draw out the void, transcend everything, and transcend everything.

Even the future Duojiang Buddha also praised it highly: Relics, among the Dharma images, there are images of human beings, images of me, and images of living beings. Holding one tube is better than two tubes... More is good and great. So beautiful, Amitabha, Amitabha!

Thinking of these, the steel scripture in Elizabeth's hand shone brightly.

She flapped her wings and soared into the sky.

The mechanical saint is on the journey again.

For the sake of true Dharma...

She will do whatever it takes!

…………………………………………

In the evening, the rain finally stopped.

A sanitation truck drove through the street.

Lingpingan sat at the counter, bored.

There are still zero customers today, and even the collection of novels has not increased much.

He leaned back in his chair and watched the news on TV.

"The Yongzhou tripod found in the Fuhao River has been identified by experts as authentic!"

"Currently, relevant departments are carrying out maintenance and upkeep on it..."

"It is expected that in the second half of next year, the public will be able to have a glimpse of the true face of this civilization treasure in the Imperial Capital Museum..."

"The discovery of the Yongzhou Ding in the Fuhao River further proves that the Southern Zhou Kingdom has been the sacred and inviolable territory of the Federal Empire since ancient times..."

Lingpingan listened and complained a little about his incompetence.

The Yongzhou tripod that disappeared in the Qin Dynasty ended up in the Fuhao River?

Is it possible that the survivors of the Yin and Shang Dynasties returned to the Northern Zhou Dynasty and took away the Yongzhou Ding from the Sishui River?

How is this possible?

On the contrary, it is a saying on the Internet, which is more practical.

The Sishui River leads to the Huaihe River, and the Huaihe River water rolls up the Yongzhou Ding, reaches the sea, passes through ocean currents, and rushes into the Fuhao River today, more than two thousand years later.

this story……

Um……

It’s just as magical as the scallops that escaped in previous years.

But at least it can be explained.

At the very least, it cannot be falsified in theory.

Of course, there is another way of saying it.

That is, in fact, the Jiuding of the Yin Shang Dynasty and the Zhou Dynasty are not the same.

Merchants and Zhou people all had their own Jiuding.

Therefore, a group of Yin Shang survivors took Jiuding, crossed the Northern Zhou continent, and came to the Southern Zhou Dynasty via roads and bridges. The explanation was clear.

However, whether this theory is valid depends on the follow-up and whether evidence can be found from the discovered Yongzhou tripod.

In addition, there are still some rumors on the Internet.

Some guys are really poisoned by feudal superstition.

He actually said that ‘the Yongzhou tripod is a divine weapon’ and that one tripod can suppress a country.

It's really a waste if these guys don't write novels.

Thinking of this, the news on TV has cut off the screen.

The land of Southern Zhou Dynasty was full of singing and dancing.

The brothers and sisters of the Yin Shang ethnic group even put on their own traditional costumes and played the musical instruments left by their ancestors.

In the melodious sound of musical instruments, the descendants of the Yin and Shang Dynasties burst into tears.

Everyone burst into tears in front of the TV.

The discovery of the Yongzhou Ding was a nuclear bomb-level event for the Southern and Northern Zhou Dynasties.

Outside the screen, there was faint singing.

"The mysterious bird of destiny came down to give birth to Shang, and the residence of Yin earth shines brightly!"

People were singing and dancing in the squares and on the highways.

Lingpingan looked at it, pursed his lips slightly, and laughed.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

I picked it up and saw that it was a video sent by my aunt.

Lingpingan clicked on it and saw his aunt, wearing a loose bathrobe, standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

She looked at Lingpingan triumphantly: "Xiaopingan, look where I am?"

Lingpingan shook his head with a confused expression.

"I'm at the Xuannio Hotel in Nanzhou!" The aunt in the camera said arrogantly, "And it's a super suite in the Xuannio Hotel!"

"One night, at least tens of thousands!"

Lingpingan was dumbfounded: "Is it so expensive? Auntie, your company is also willing to reimburse it?"

"Of course!" My aunt said happily: "Don't even look at how much contribution I have made!"

Lingpingan had an idea and asked: "Auntie, does the Yongzhou Ding have something to do with you!?"

"Hehe!" My aunt smiled, extremely proud.

She raised an envelope in her hand: "Did you see it?"

"Just the bonus here..."

"That's it..." She thought for a moment and said, "tens of thousands!"

"So much money?" Lingpingan was shocked: "Auntie, you are rich!"

When he thought about it, his aunt could only do something.

Then as a member of the team, I settled in this hotel.

This is normal.

Therefore, it is normal for the bonus to be only tens of thousands of dollars.

"Hehe!" My aunt laughed loudly: "Xiao Ping'an, do you want me to bring you something back?"

Lingpingan's head immediately moved like a rattle: "Auntie, I haven't even unpacked the things you brought back last time!"

Last time, the large and small bags that this aunt brought back from the Northern Zhou Dynasty were all stored there by Lingpingan.

Mainly because of laziness!

Unpacking is very troublesome.

The aunt suddenly looked a little ugly: "Xiao Ping An!"

Lingpingan quickly changed the subject and said: "Auntie, auntie, did my mother like to go to the Soul Winery in the nearby park to drink?"

The aunt frowned as she listened, recalled it carefully, and replied, "I'm not very sure!"

Her sister is truly the pride of heaven!

At the age of eighteen, he was admitted to the Federal Imperial Central University. At the age of twenty, he received his diploma early and switched to studying biology. At the age of twenty-two, he inexplicably married an ordinary man.

She was still young at that time, just over three years old, so she can't remember clearly.

I gave birth to a child at the age of twenty-three, this little nephew.

In her memory, her sister was always a serious person.

drink wine?

Okay, I kind of like drinking.

But I rarely go out to drink.

"Why do you ask this?" Li Anan asked.

"Last night, I found a puppet made by my mother from the Soul Wine Shop..." Lingpingan said.

"Oh..." Li Anan nodded. She didn't think much about it. After all, when her sister passed away, she was actually only ten years old and still in junior high school.

But then she thought about it, and she became curious again: "Why did the doll stay in that wine shop for so long?"

"I don't know!" Lingpingan said, "That's why I asked you!"

"Then I don't know!" Li Anan pouted. She seemed to have thought of something. She took her mobile phone and walked towards the back room: "Xiao Ping An, Xiao Ping An... Weiwei is here, do you want to call Weiwei? call?"

As she said this, she felt a little eager to try.

Lingpingan knew at a glance that his aunt had no good intentions, and quickly said: "Forget it..."

"Auntie, I have something else to do here...hang up first!"

He immediately turned off the video.

Looking at the video that was suddenly closed, Li Anan stamped his feet angrily.

"Useless guy!" she said angrily.

but……

Then she thought about the sorority party next month, and she became happy again.