I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Go out of the steel gate of the base.

Han Li turned back and stared for a long time.

Then, she strode forward decisively.

here goes...

Or bring back hope.

Or never come back!

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

An hour later, Han Li returned to the original place.

Looking at the dilapidated street in front of him, Han Li took a deep breath, then took out 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 and fell on the dark and dilapidated street.

The fog gradually arises.

When Han Li opened her eyes, she saw that in front of her, the dilapidated street had disappeared.

A thick fog shrouded the world ahead.

She finally put down her worries, gritted her silver teeth, and stepped in resolutely.

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

In the depths of the fog, a lamp flickered on and off, like a morning star in the sky, swaying in the thick fog that could not be seen.

Han Li looked at it and finally laughed.

She strode over.

…………………………

Lingping reluctantly copied the chapter that he just finished coding to the release column, and then clicked upload.

Looking at the "Published" displayed on the page, he finally sighed: "It's finished again!"

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

After being melancholy enough, he began to think.

What will you write next?

Lingping scratched his head, lost in thought.

"How about I go to the group and ask the big guys for their opinions?"

Thinking like this, he picked up his mobile phone, opened the screen, and entered a group that he had joined for a long time.

After thinking for a while, he typed and asked in the chat box: Big guys, Xiao Pujie would like to ask, is there any way to make Pujie's new book as popular as you guys?

After a brief silence, someone finally began to answer.

Qi Peijia: Ladies and gentlemen, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make Pujie's new book as popular as the big bosses?

Then start copying and pasting IDs one by one.

The eagle eats the chicken: Ladies and gentlemen, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make Pujie's new book as popular as the big bosses?

July new show: Dear bosses, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make Pujie's new book as popular as the big bosses?

Xinfeng: Ladies and gentlemen, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make Pujie’s new book as popular as the big bosses?

...

Densely packed, more than a dozen IDs line up to copy.

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

id made me ugly to the depths of my soul and typed 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 With her forever, when I was twenty-seven years old, I met her again and thought I could renew the relationship with her, but she told me to pay eight hundred nights...

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

Countless people frantically copied this text and formed a long dragon.

Ling Ping watched, silent.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

A figure appeared at the door.

Ling Ping raised her head, looked over, and saw the girl from the night before, standing at the door.

Ling Ping'an quickly put down the phone and stood up a little uneasy.

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

Wouldn't it be embarrassing if someone took the money to redeem it, but couldn't hand it over?

After thinking about it for a while, Lingping pretended to be calm, but actually said with a little guilty conscience: "You're here!"

……………………

Han Li stood at the door, looking inside.

That weirdo, sitting inside the old wooden counter.

The fire in the eye socket is like the sun of a star, dragging out a long trail.

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

This voice seemed gentle, but when it fell into Han Li's ears, it was extremely grand, causing her to tremble, be in awe, and fear involuntarily.

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

This feeling made Han Li involuntarily recall the scene when he was a child when he caught Zhi with his friends in the summer at the security base.

The little know, ignorant and ignorant of the tweet.

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

So, they were picked up one by one and put into wooden jars one by one.

Some people want to have fun by watching them fight.

Some people want to explore the survivability and limits of Zhida, so they either dissect it, or throw it into boiling water and put it on a campfire.

Some people even want to taste the taste of knowledge and throw them into the pan.

All of this has nothing to do with good or evil, and there is no clear purpose.

But it's a game for kids to pass the time on summer nights.

now……

Han Li looked at the weird person in the counter.

His 'head' was still shrouded in mist, only the flames in his eyes flickered.

Han Li realized.

"Perhaps, in His eyes, I and the person under the Xia Ye tree are generally the same..."

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

"Like that Xia Yezhi's tweet..."

"Fortunately, he is not a child!"

If He is still a child, he will meet in this mist.

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

Thinking of this, Han Li corrected his attitude.

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

If it were another person, he might immediately kneel down and plead in the most despicable tone.

But Han Li was a witcher born after the cataclysm.

Witchers have self-respect.

The adoptive father who adopted her and the minister Wang who followed her up with education.

They all instilled a truth into Han Li.

Humans, would rather die standing up!

Never kneel down!

Even if it is a god, devil, fairy, and Buddha, it is impossible to deprive and distort the freedom and will of human beings!

…………………………

Lingping looked at the girl at the door, suddenly bowed deeply, and said politely, "Your Excellency, take the liberty to interrupt again, and look at Haihan!"

Immediately he knew it.

"It seems that, as I imagined, this girl is probably born in a scholarly family in the empire, and she is a very conservative family!"

"These etiquettes and attitudes are enough to explain the problem!"

Thinking like this, Ling Ping'an laughed: "Come in!"

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

Thank you for the reward of 500 points each for ‘Thousands of Blue Oceans’ and ‘Heiyue Yelan’, for the reward of 1,000 points for ‘False Personality’, and for the reward of 100 points for each of ‘Dream of Shuangsheng’ and ‘Jinyi Holy Spirit’!

God of Creation is happy to add 5!