I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

In the corridor above the dance floor, Tadanobu Miyamoto was drinking.

He raised his glass and looked down at the noise on the lower floors.

Then, he raised his head and took a gulp of spirits.

"Wine is more sorrowful than sorrow!" He sighed.

As an extraordinary major, he certainly had reason to be distressed.

Today is the dance of the Fuso Embassy.

The imported object of the dance was passed down from Qin Lu during the Hundred Years War.

To be precise, it was brought by Qin Lu prisoners of war.

In the Hundred Years War, the federal empire captured a large number of Qin and Lu nobles.

Naturally, these nobles were treated very well.

By the standard, they are all imperial aristocrats of the same level.

Who said, these guys will be bought with ransom money?

Moreover, according to Qin Lu's example, the expenses during their captivity will be recognized as long as they sign.

Naturally, these prisoners lived very comfortably in the prisoner of war camp.

Full of warmth and thinking about **, so the dance party appeared naturally.

Of course, the nobles and officers of the Federal Empire were also invited to participate.

So, out of control, it quickly swept the country, and then swept the world.

Up to now, it has developed models such as dance halls and nightclubs.

But the most important, the most formal, was the dance in the main hall.

There is no white ding in the exchanges, and the conversation and laughter are full of Confucianism!

Thinking of this, Miyamoto Tadanobu poured himself another sip of wine.

It's a pity that extraordinary people will not get drunk.

Any alcohol will be instantly decomposed by the powerful liver function of the superhuman.

Therefore, he is also deceiving himself.

But not so, what can be done?

He looked again at the dance floor below.

They are all second-generation, dummies.

Not worth mentioning!

Every moment here, Miyamoto Tadanobu is every second like a year!

"Heroes from ancient times paid wrongly..." Miyamoto Tadanobu murmured: "So, Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang is difficult to seal!"

So, I took another sip of wine to myself.

He naturally has reason to be melancholy!

What day is it today?

The day of the reception dance in the Fuso Kingdom.

In the main hall, there will be heroes from all over the world.

And the Prince of Poland, Lieutenant General Hurricane Ludwick.

More Fuso Brigadier General Yanagawa Nobuo will also come.

Maybe, there will be a strong man of the federal empire, who will sit in person.

Between these electric lights and flints, they may have been fighting for countless rounds.

All kinds of exquisite and extraordinary magic techniques will bring you back and forth.

This is an extremely precious feast for any extraordinary person.

Even, it can be called a course for a lifetime!

A secret fight between generals.

Psionic power blooms quietly.

It is necessary to control both the intensity and the impact.

This will inevitably show all kinds of skills, reveal all kinds of strategies.

As long as you learn a few of them, you will use them for a lifetime!

How is it like sitting on a cold bench here and drinking boring wine?

This is simply exile!

Thinking of this, Miyamoto Tadanobu poured himself another glass.

suddenly...

In the corner of his eyes, a figure caught a glimpse.

He stood up suddenly and looked under the dance floor.

A man wearing what appeared to be a mask made his way slowly through the crowd.

The lights on the dance floor fell around him, as if falling into a viscous dark abyss, as if falling into a lightless hell.

He walked quietly.

In Miyamoto Tadanobu's perception, psychic energy surrounded him like the wind.

As if he were the psychic king.

"Who is it?" Miyamoto Tadanobu stared at him, "A certain immortal bloodline?"

But the person who came had already walked across the dance floor and went around to the stage behind the dance floor.

"What is he going to do?" Miyamoto Tadanobu became nervous.

He looked at the man, and walked up the stairs one step at a time.

The dancing lights shone on him, and the two security guards on the bandstand walked up to him.

Meow!

A cat meow overwhelmed everything.

Including the screaming music, dancing crowds, and loud noises.

Miyamoto Tadanobu swallowed.

The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"True God!" Fear struck from the bottom of my heart.

It was only now that he finally saw the man holding a cat in his arms.

Godly cat!

Miyamoto Tadanobu was shocked!

……………………………………

Lingping held her pet and walked across the dance floor to the bandstand.

His fingers moved flexibly.

Countless scores appeared in his mind.

In an instant, it turns into nothingness and becomes an inspiration that cannot be grasped.

However, this made him even more excited.

Some things that he had forgotten were remembered again.

"I remember that in a dream, I played music for thousands of people..." He recalled a dream he once had.

Endless audience, crazy for his music.

At that time, he was the most beautiful boy in the world.

Flow within flow, focus within focus.

In that dream, the audience screamed and cheered.

Vaguely, it seems that there are countless worlds rejoicing.

It felt sour.

It tastes great!

And now!

Lingping raised his head and looked at the two security guards walking towards him.

They're pulling out stun sticks.

Ling Ping'an laughed: "Don't disturb the artist's creation!"

Meow!

The cat in his arms was meowing softly.

One million points of approval for the master's decision!

And the two security guards seemed to understand at this moment how stupid their behavior was!

correct!

Just stupid!

How can they stop the creation of a great artist, the best musician in the world?

No way!

That is a crime!

Crime against art, against music art!

So, they came to their senses, they understood, and they moved away.

This is good!

Ling Ping Ping smiled and looked at the two security guards.

From their faces, Lingping saw their respect for themselves, their awe for art, and their worship for music.

So he nodded.

He went straight to the players who were playing discs and drums.

Meow!

The kitten yelped softly.

The musicians immediately stepped aside very wisely.

They seem to understand who the stage should be given to.

Who is the protagonist on the stage tonight.

very smart!

So, Ling Ping An easily took the microphone from the singer's hand.

Then, he looked towards the dance floor.

The dance floor has been silent.

He looked again at the musicians and singers who were unable to speak because of seeing great artists.

He raised his hand.

So, grab the microphone.

He said, "Gentlemen and ladies..."

"Now, please enjoy my latest creations..."

"This is an unparalleled musical feast!"

No applause, no cheers.

How is this possible?

Lingping then asked, "Why is there no applause? What about cheers?"

After an instant, clap clap, clap clap...

The sparse applause sounded, and then it was like thunder.

The crowd whistled and many even cried.

Ling Ping looked at it with great relief.

"It seems that I really have a musical genius!"

As for when did he have musical talent?

Liu Ling, Li Bai, Su Shi...

Which one is not a musical genius?

Today, he is possessed by so many poets.

Naturally, when he is the number one music genius in the world!

I didn't see it, the audience even patted their hands on the red, and they didn't want to stop, and even tears flowed out, do you still want to cheer?

So, no need to think about it.

Of course, in his heart, he had a vague idea of ​​something wrong.

The rational voice seemed to say, "Hurry up and stop... don't make a fool of yourself!"

but……

Why be afraid?

I am Liu Ling.

Drunk Liu Ling.

Liu Ling who knocked five stone powder.

Liu Ling with disheveled hair!

Five stones scattered?

Lingping hesitated for a moment.

He felt that his current state seemed to be the same as that of the famous Wei and Jin scholars who had knocked five stone powder.

Totally unruly, totally unscrupulous.

"This day ****, so terrible?"

"Never mind!" he thought: "Let's talk about it after it's cool... Anyway, I'm wearing a mask... and no one can recognize me!"

So he went to the musical instruments.

Look at it piece by piece.

If you want to do good work, you must first sharpen your tools!

To create good music, you must have good instruments!

So, he looked at a drum.

Loved it right away!

drum!

This is good stuff!

He loves it.

On the dance floor, the audience was still applauding.

Desperately applauding.

Tears and snot, because of fear kept flowing out.

In everyone's eyes, on the bandstand at the moment.

It's hell!

Because the king from hell is standing there.

Although he looks like a humanoid.

Although it does not seem to have any power.

However, in his hand, the black cat demon he was holding was showing his teeth and claws.

Behind the cat demon, a strange pyramid is rising.

The outline of the pyramid is reflected in everyone's eyes.

In the radiant pyramid, the black pharaoh has raised his scepter.

A blood moon shines above the pyramid.

The nameless monster crawled out of the blood moon.

Deformed, terrifying, terrifying.

Fear from the soul takes over everything!

Therefore, no one dared not to applaud.

No one dared not cheer.

Everyone seems to be enlightened.

If you don't do it...

Then, the monsters in the blood moon will climb to reality and tear them apart!

Lingping listened to the applause and cheers.

He reached out and stroked the drum in front of him.

The audience was so enthusiastic.

He has to create good music to repay the enthusiasm of the audience.

He thought about it, and tapped the drum in front of him lightly.

Boom!

Pleasant drums!

Drums rumble!

The drums are thundering!

Drums sound like electricity!

Ling Ping'an remembered a legend.

"There is Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea, which is seven thousand li into the sea. On it is a beast, shaped like an ox, with a pale body but no horns, and one foot. When entering and leaving the water, there will be wind and rain. Its light is like the sun and the moon, and its sound is like thunder. Its name is Kui. When the Yellow Emperor got it, he used his skin as a drum, his pegs used the bones of thunder beasts, he heard the sound for hundreds of miles, and he used his power in the world!"

He smiled: "Good drum! Good drum!"

so……

He raised his head and looked at the audience.

He solemnly announced: "Everyone, please be quiet!"

"The concert is on!"

Meow!

The kitten in his arms jumped to the front of the bandstand.

It is ready to listen to the supreme pleasure of its master.

And the entire dance floor was extremely quiet for a moment.

The audience is very enthusiastic!