I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

"Control the help tile!"

The young girl who came riding on a small electric donkey brought a takeaway food box to the counter and bowed deeply: "Lingsang, your beef rice bowl is ready!"

Ling Ping, who was playing the game, didn't look up, and replied, "Put it there!"

"Please use it slowly! Remember to give a five-star praise!" The girl bowed again.

"Must!" Ling Ping'an reached out and made an ok gesture.

But the girl didn't leave immediately, instead she kept standing in front of the counter.

After Lingping finished playing the game, he raised his head and found that the girl was still standing in front of the counter.

"What's wrong?" Lingping asked, "Miss Qianye, is there something wrong?"

The girl held a very beautifully printed booklet and handed it to Lingping before bowing deeply: "Excuse me, Lingsang!"

"I would like to ask you a special request, please take a moment and look at this booklet!"

Lingping took it over and found that it was a brochure.

On the cover is a beautiful girl in a traditional fusang kimono, with the standard regular script on it, which reads, 'Fusang enters China, and you need your key vote! ’.

Opening the booklet, there are some beautiful pictures and carefully carved words inside.

There are cherry blossom views of Mount Fuji, ancient gardens in Kyoto and festivals held every year in Akihabara.

There are also many famous people in the history of Fusang.

As usual, Master Jianzhen is in position C.

In addition to this, there are also stories of friendship between the people of Fuso and the people of the Federal Empire over the past 300 years.

And one after another exquisite Fuso cuisine.

At the end of the booklet, there is the most famous sentence in the history of Fusang: Mountains and rivers are exotic, and the wind and the moon are the same sky.

The girl nervously watched Lingping finish the booklet, then bowed deeply and made a pitiful request: "Lingsang, in the general election this September, can you vote for the Datong faction that supports Fusang's entry into China?"

"please!"

Ling Ping'an looked at the poor and beautiful girl in front of him, and then thought about Fusang's cuisine and the beautiful scenery, and nodded: "Okay! I promise you!"

"Thank you! Thank you!" The girl bowed gratefully.

But Lingping shook his head in his heart.

Even if this year's general election, the Datong faction won the power to form a cabinet.

It is not so easy for the Fusang Kingdom to merge into the Federation and become a member of the Federation family.

The Silla Kingdom next door has been working hard on this matter for a hundred years.

But every time it's a little bit worse.

It can only be an observer of the Federal Empire at all times.

Because this matter requires a referendum of the entire federal empire.

The legal process to join the federal empire needs to be approved by more than half of the citizens participating in the referendum.

The native population of the Federation, although accounting for 60% of the population of the entire Federation Empire, has an absolute advantage.

But local people are very less motivated to vote on this kind of thing.

It's amazing to have 20% of the population willing to go to such a boring poll.

Two years ago, the Kingdom of Silla mobilized all their influential entertainment stars in the Federation to build momentum.

Fifty-five large-scale 'Silla Entering China Charity Concerts' were held in 17 cities in the Federation.

One by one is super top, bowing to tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of fans, please.

Television stations and news portals broadcast documentaries and commercials about Silla in turn.

The final local turnout did not exceed 35 percent.

Therefore, the referendum proposal was rejected by the Southern Zhou Kingdom and the Northern Zhou Kingdom with a voting rate of over 70% and 80%.

So, these things, Ling Ping felt, were just for show.

The Fusang Kingdom and the Silla Kingdom need to do this every time they change their cabinets to explain to the country.

I am afraid that even people in Silla and Fusang are not so enthusiastic about this matter.

Only these expatriates living in the Commonwealth are so enthusiastic.

Raising his head, Ling Ping'an saw the hibiscus girl, still not leaving, looking at herself stupidly.

"What's wrong?" He wondered.

"Nothing..." The other party bowed and said, "It's just that Lingsang doesn't seem to be wearing glasses today!"

Ling Ping'an reached out and touched his eyes, then laughed: "Indeed, I forgot to wear glasses today..."

He picked up his glasses from the counter and put them on.

As a result, Ling Ping'an found that after wearing the glasses, he could not see clearly.

This is really strange!

…………………………

Under the copper pot, the firewood burned recklessly.

Gulugulu, the boiling holy water began to evaporate.

The whispering in his ears became stronger and stronger.

Han Li sat beside him expressionlessly as if he was bewitched by something.

In the bag, the three hearts of the harpy were still beating, struggling desperately.

The necromantic grass collected from the lair of the human-faced spider was soaked in thick sulfuric water.

Han Li held a military dagger that he didn't know where he picked up, and cut the rhizomes of these undead grass little by little.

Bright red juice like blood flowed out.

Ahead, in the corner illuminated by the fire, several gargoyles had their wings and limbs chopped off, struggling and wailing feebly.

"Almost!" Han Li said.

She grabbed a heart, put it in a stone mortar, and sprinkled it with a handful of salt diluted with holy water.

The heart was beating violently in the salt and holy water.

Han Li ignored all this, walked to the corner with a blank expression, grabbed a gargoyle with one hand, and dragged it to the stone mortar.

The spiritual power exploded in his hand, and he understood the ghost neatly.

In the green smoke, she grabbed the ashes left by the gargoyle and threw it into the stone mortar.

"Anything is fresh and best!" she said.

He waved the dagger, plunged into the heart in the stone mortar, and stirred vigorously.

…………………………

In the evening, the business of the bookstore was still the same.

Today, the water and electricity bills are going down again.

"Alas!" Ling Ping'an sighed, and if this continued, the bookstore would not be able to sustain it any longer.

I'm afraid I'll have to go home and write a novel.

Thinking of novels, it seems like you have some inspiration now?

Then he turned on the computer in the counter and started to code words crackling.

Finally finished a chapter and uploaded it.

After half the novel, Ling Ping'an deliberately opened the author's backstage and read the chapter.

There are three comments in total.

The first floor said: sofa.

The second floor means: the floor.

The third floor finally sent a sentence: Author, you haven't been a eunuch yet! I have been reading books for so many years, and I have seen many people who are on the street. It is the first time I have seen someone like you who is not willing to update properly!

Qi Ling Ping'an was about to crawl along the network cable and beat this guy violently.

After thinking about it, Ling Ping was fine.

Writing novels is just a hobby.

Gaming is a hobby.

I plan to play a few more games.

He opened his own novel page, his eyes lit up, and he saw a person who offered a hundred reading coins as a reward.

"Has someone finally recognized me?" Lingping was ecstatic.

Looking at the ID again, Lingping decisively cuts back to the author's background, finds the third article in this chapter, and does not hesitate to improve it!

The reader is God, and the reward is the God of Creation.

Gotta serve!

………………

In the copper pot, the boiling holy water tumbled.

The heart of the harpy and the ashes of the gargoyle spilled in, struggling in it.

There seems to be a ghost-like shadow, wailing in the boiling holy water.

Han Li's eyes stared at the copper pot.

In the ear, the babbling sound became stronger and stronger.

The necromantic grass in his hand has been cleaned up.

The rhizomes were removed and the stems were cut off.

Now, just one last procedure.

Wait for the holy water to collect juice.

In the corner, several gargoyles who never knew what they were afraid of were trembling.

For the first time, these human ghosts, who have never been afraid, have the emotion of fear.

It seemed that in front of them was not a seventeen-year-old human girl.

It is the demon god who dominates everything in the abyss and hell.

Finally, the holy water in the copper pot evaporated, leaving only the last bit of foam.

Han Li decisively threw the necromantic grass in his hand.

As soon as the necromantic grass entered the copper pot, billowing green smoke rose up.

The howling in the copper pot was heard.

But Han Li laughed instead.

The seventeen-year-old girl looked very good when she smiled.

She leaned down, revealing her swan-like neck.

In the copper pot, the lingering smoke dissipated, and a pure white pill was spinning inside.

This is the Elixir!

Han Li grabbed the pill from the hot copper pot without hesitation, and swallowed it as soon as he raised his head.

When the pills entered her stomach, her body immediately became hot.

The skin seemed to crack.

This deformed her pretty face, and in her body, there seemed to be a shadow with goat horns and a pair of wings, trying to break free from it.

"Don't think about it!" Han Li laughed. Although she was in great pain, she knew that she had succeeded.

The ghost sealed in her body will eventually become her nourishment!

And she will also become the first witcher among humans who can freely control and decide her own destiny.

The whispering in my ears continued.

Under the urging of the babble, Han Li raised the military dagger in his hand and stabbed it into his heart!

In excruciating pain, the witcher smiled.

Because she knew that she was free.

but……

Are you really free?

The babble in her ear made her in a trance.

"Anyway..." Han Li looked at the dagger that was pierced into his heart and pulled it out.

In the shrill cry, Han Li stood up.

The wound on her chest healed quickly.

With a slight wave of his hand, a scarlet whip appeared in his hand.

"The abyss, the devil, the succubus, the double-horned succubus..."

This is the name of the ghost that was sealed or temporarily parasitized in her body.

An A-level ghost rated by the United Nations National Security Organization.

One of the median demons recorded in the "Lower Abyss Expedition Report" in his arms.

And now, it has been completely wiped out.

Destroyed in his own flesh by a human witcher.

and deprive it of all its power!

The price is just to listen to a little babble, and the body may show some succubus characteristics in the future, a very cost-effective deal!

In the firelight, Han Li turned his head.

In the corner, the gargoyles did not even dare to move.