I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

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Step out of the steel gate of the base.

Han Li turned his head and stared for a long time.

Then, she strode forward resolutely.

Go here...

Or bring back hope.

Either go for nothing!

With such determination, Han Li disappeared into the night without looking back.

An hour later, Han Li returned to where he had been.

Looking at the dilapidated street in front of him, Han Li took a deep breath, then took the flashlight from his arms and held it carefully.

After praying to the gods and Buddhas in his heart, Han Li closed his eyes and gently turned on the flashlight.

The electric light shone out and fell on the dark, dilapidated street. Remember the URL m.luoqiuzw. com

The mist gradually emerged.

When Hanli opened her eyes, she saw her in front of her. The originally dilapidated street had disappeared.

A thick mist enveloped the world ahead.

She finally let go of the worry in her heart and bit her silver teeth, so she stepped in resolutely.

As soon as he stepped into the mist, Han Li's babble disappeared completely.

In the depths of the fog, a lamp flickered and dimmed, like a star in the sky, swaying in the thick fog where you can't see your fingers.

Han Li looked at it and finally laughed.

She strode over.

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Lingping reluctantly copied the chapter that was just coded to the release column, and then clicked upload.

Looking at the "Released" displayed on the page, he finally sighed: "I've finished the book again!"

This book, he wrote for a year and four months, finally came to an end.

After feeling melancholy, he began to think.

What is written next?

Lingping scratched his head, lost in thought.

"Why don't I go to the group to ask the opinions of the big guys?"

Thinking about this, he picked up the phone, swiped the screen, and entered a group that had been added for a long time.

After thinking for a while, he typed and asked in the chat box: Dear friends, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make the new books on the street as popular as you all?

After a short silence, someone finally started to answer.

Qi Peijia: Dear friends, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make the new books on the street as popular as you all?

Then start copying and pasting each ID.

The eagle eats the chicken: Dear friends, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make the new books on the street as popular as you guys?

July New Fan: Dear friends, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make the new books on the street as popular as you all the bigwigs?

Xinfeng: Everyone, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make the new book on the street as popular as you guys?

...

Densely densely packed, more than a dozen IDs are queued for replication.

In the end, the topic was ended by one person.

The person who called me ugly to the depths of my soul typed out a text: When I was seven, I caught a cicada, thinking I had caught the whole summer, when I was seventeen, I kissed her face, thinking I could Stay with her forever. When I was twenty-seven years old, I met her again, thinking that I could reconnect with her, but she told me Bao Ye 800...

As a result, the painting style of the author group changed again.

Countless people copied this text crazily to form a long dragon.

Lingping watched and was silent.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door.

A figure appeared at the door.

Ling Ping'an raised his head, looked over, and saw the girl from the previous night, standing at the door.

Lingping put down the phone quickly, and stood up anxiously.

Because the bag of leaves that this girl mortgaged here last time, he has soaked almost half of the bag in the past few days.

What if someone takes money to redeem, but can't give it away, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

After thinking about it, Lingping reluctantly pretended to be calm, but actually said with a little guilty conscience: "You are here!"

…………………………

Han Li stood at the door, looking inside.

The weird man, sitting in the old wooden counter.

The stream of fire in the eye sockets, like the sun of a star, dragged a long trail.

He seemed to have raised his head as expected, looked at himself, and said softly: "You are here!"

The voice seemed mild, but it fell in Han Li's ears, but it was so magnificent, making her involuntarily tremble, awe, and fear.

It seems that one's own life and death are entirely tied to the other's thoughts.

This feeling made Hanli involuntarily recall the scene when he caught up with his friends in the summer of the safe base when he was a child.

Little knows it, and tweets ignorantly.

But as everyone knows, it attracts the attention of young children.

As a result, they were picked up one by one and put into wooden jars.

Some people want to watch them fight for fun.

Someone wanted to explore the survivability and limits of what they knew, so they either dissected it, or threw it into boiling water and put it on a bonfire.

Some people even want to taste the taste they know, and throw them into the pan.

All of this has nothing to do with good and evil, let alone any clear purpose.

But it is a game where the children pass the time in the summer night.

now……

Han Li looked at the weird man in the counter.

His'head' is still shrouded in the mist, only the flow of fire in his eye sockets, flickering light and dark.

Han Liming realized.

"Perhaps, in his eyes, I and the one under the summer night tree are generally the same..."

"Ignorance and ignorance made me break into this mist..."

"Like the tweet that Xia Ye knew..."

"Fortunately, He is not a child!"

If he was still in his infancy, he would meet in this mist.

Han Li knew that his fate would not be better than the one under the tree.

As soon as he thought of this, Han Li corrected his attitude.

She bowed deeply and replied in a very humble tone: "Your Excellency, take the liberty to interrupt again, and look at Haihan!"

If you change someone, you might kneel down immediately and plead in the most humble tone.

But Han Li is a demon hunter born after the cataclysm.

Demon hunters have self-respect.

She was adopted by her adoptive father and Minister Wang, who subsequently educated her to grow up.

They all instilled a truth into Han Li.

Humans, would rather stand to die!

Never kneel to give birth!

Even if they are gods, demons, and Buddhas, they can never deprive and distort human freedom and will!

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Lingping looked at the girl at the door, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com suddenly bowed deeply and said politely: "Your Excellency, take the liberty to interrupt again, and look at Haihan!"

He immediately knew it.

"It seems, as I imagined, this girl, I am afraid, was born in a scholarly family in the empire, and a very conservative family!"

"These etiquette and gestures are enough to explain the problem!"

Thinking about this, Lingping laughed: "Come in!"

"Thank you very much!" The girl bowed again, then opened the door and walked in.