I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

"The Governor..." Situ He asked, "What does he mean?!"

Li Shouyi looked at the screen.

His brows furrowed deeply.

Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "Check it out, Captain Li An'an, what's the situation now?!"

"Yes!" Situ He also reacted, and immediately walked to a computer encrypted with psionic energy, logged in to the intranet, entered his verification code, and immediately checked it.

After a while, Situ He turned around and looked at Li Shouyi.

"Commander..." Situ He swallowed: "Captain Li An'an reported that he began to retreat yesterday and attacked the major!"

Li Shouyi took a deep breath.

"It seems..." He looked at the screen: "This is his reward..."

A leader of the Beast sect.

Thirteen Feasting Witches!

Li Shouyi thought about the request made by the bookstore owner last time he met.

At first I thought it was just a one-sided request.

But now it seems...

This unknown existence is very generous.

certainly……

This also shows another thing...

Generous people usually hold grudges!

Water Margin has already said it very clearly!

Generous heroes and heroes are often rewarded!

After thinking about it, Li Shouyi decided to accept the gift. He said to Situ He, "Since the owner of the bookstore has adopted this method..."

"We don't have to show off!"

"Send someone to bring them back in the name of the Federal Empire Relief Committee!"

"There's no need to dispatch extraordinary people!" Li Shouyi added: "I believe that since he is willing to say so, he must be fully prepared!"

"Yes!" After Situ He saluted, he immediately went to make arrangements.

Looking at Situ He Yuan's back.

The corners of Li Shouyi's mouth twitched slightly.

"Two groups of guests tonight..."

"The first batch, become a gift..."

"What about the second call?"

The commander-in-chief of the guards in black was very curious about this.

If you can see it with your own eyes, a devil duke who claims to be immortal and immortal has completely fallen.

Well, tonight is a worthwhile trip!

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Ling Ping Ping looked at the dozen or so women who were still a little scared in front of him.

He probably knew that these women were probably the same as the man wearing the mask.

They may be disfigured...

May also have some kind of disease.

Anyway...

Ling Ping Ping knows that such people are quite fragile and sensitive.

Therefore, he tried his best to make his attitude warm and gentle.

"Everyone..." he said, "Sit down!"

Meow!

Kitten Best also barked.

It jumped from Lingping's shoulder to the ground.

The crowd split instantly.

The little guy walked in a funny step that made Lingping feel ridiculous.

He made his way through the crowd arrogantly, then jumped onto the coffee table.

Meow!

Like a princess, it squatted down gracefully, with a small head, as if a queen inspected its subjects.

Proud and honorable.

Ling Ping looked at it with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough..." he thought: "Those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black... After following me for so long, even my cat will comfort and sympathize with people!"

In his opinion, Kitten Best is using his own advantages to heal and relieve the nervousness of these poor people and soothe their nerves!

"What a loving little cutie!" Ling Ping thought.

…………………………

Mr. A raised his head and looked at the majestic cat goddess sitting on the table.

The pyramid is reflected in the eyes.

The will of the black pharaoh is beyond doubt!

So, Mr. A knew that he was wrong!

He also finally understood that he had completely misinterpreted the teachings of the great gods.

He is a true heretic!

Therefore, the great god, the almighty God the Father, was reluctant to respond.

He lowered his head, fear and shame that made him feel ashamed.

He opened his mouth and wanted to repent, before the great messenger, before the great God the Father.

However, he could only make unidentified babbling sounds.

So are the feasting witches!

They want to get down on their knees and sincerely repent.

But this is not allowed!

because……

They are not eligible!

Great Father God, deny them!

Almighty eternal gods, spurn them!

So, they turned their heads and looked at the mysterious Oriental who had already sat on the wooden counter.

Unremarkable appearance, thin body.

But unfortunately, they clearly felt it.

The whole world revolves around him.

…………………………

About twenty minutes later, the sound of a car came from the street outside.

drop!

An extended van stopped at the door.

The body is painted with the emblem of the royal family of the Federal Empire.

This is a vehicle belonging to the Relief Commission under the Royal Family's Federal Relief System.

When Lingping saw the car, he immediately stood up.

Then, he saw the police officer and got out of the car with a few men in formal suits.

He hurriedly greeted him.

"Your Excellency the police officer, it's really hard for you to come here so late!" Ling Ping'an smiled and shook hands with the police officer.

"It's not hard work!" The police officer hesitated for a while, then said with a smile: "Serving the country, not serving the people, I dare not say hard work!"

Then he introduced Ling Ping'an: "Master Ling, these are the officials of the Federal Relief Commission..."

"Thank you for your hard work!" Ling Ping'an looked at the officials, smiled, and said, "That's it..."

"As for me today, it was already closed..."

"But when I heard the knock on the door, I found a poor man standing at the door..."

Ling Ping'an pointed to the masked man in his shop: "Then, his companions came to him..."

"They are all poor people!" He sighed: "Don't the Federal Empire have special support policies and reemployment plans?!"

Ling Ping Ping said: "So, I thought of you all!"

"Just ask the police officer to contact you... I hope it doesn't bother you..."

"No..." The officials shook their heads one after another and said decisively: "How can there be trouble?!"

This is the task of the superior!

A special receiving mission!

Mission Level - Top Secret!

Therefore, the officials were not only very motivated, but also recited the secrecy code several times before everyone came.

But no one wants to be sent to the North Sea to grow corn because of negligence or slack!

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Under the street lights, in the sewers.

along the sewage channel.

Ivey quietly lurked under the road.

He waited, patiently.

His body was dissolved in sewage.

Mixed with the filth in the sewage.

This allowed him to successfully disperse his own psionic energy fluctuations in this long sewer.

In this way, Ivey successfully sneaked into the city more than ten years ago, and quietly established a hidden stake in a community in the city.

It's a pity that not long ago, the well-run secret pile was discovered by people in this country for some unknown reason.

His son Sahato and a large number of minions lurking here were completely eliminated!

This made Ivey terrified and furious!

In his view, this is a blatant provocation and contempt for him!

Therefore, He must take revenge immediately!

otherwise……

Few people in hell would respect him any more.

And the mortals in the world will probably no longer fear him.

Once this situation continues, then... Ivey knows that the only thing waiting for him is the ending of being devoured by other devils!

This is the reality of hell!

A devil who cannot spread fear cannot survive.

Therefore, since the recovery of the devil dukes in hell, they have been racking their brains to set off terrorist events again and again in the world.

They spread plagues, create wars, instigate infighting and slaughter.

Greedy sucks the fear and despair of human beings, sucks the souls of innocent people who died under their conspiracy!

It is precisely for this reason that when Arkado proposed, He could not wait so much, and even did not hesitate to turn to the fallen angel of death for help.

With the help of His power, come here!

But……

He waited ten minutes...

twenty minutes……

Perceiving the appearance of the psionic fluctuations of the leader of the Beast sect.

He also sensed the psionic energy fluctuations of the thirteen feasting witches.

Then……

At a certain moment, he lost the psychic fluctuations of these people.

"What's the matter?" He waited for another ten minutes.

As a result, nothing happened.

So he couldn't hold back any longer.

He carefully split one of his eyeballs, and then let the eyeball turn into a locust and flew out from a well cover.

The locust flapped its wings and stopped on a trash can.

He saw a car parked beside the trash can.

Several mortals were talking beside the car.

Ivey turned around again and used his compound eyes to look at the bookstore behind him.

He saw that Mr. A of the Beast sect and the thirteen feasting witches were all in this bookstore.

The moment he looked at the past in his sight.

In the depths of Duke Ivey's soul, a sense of boundless crisis suddenly emerged.

He felt that a certain terrifying will had targeted him and locked him.

Not just his eyeballs.

And his body!

Even his source in the depths of hell was locked at this moment!

In fear, Ivey subconsciously wanted to cut off the connection between himself and that eyeball immediately.

"Hey!" A surprise came from his ear: "A grasshopper!"

A hand stretched out.

In Duke Ivey's boundless fear and trembling, he accurately caught him.

At the moment of being caught, Duke Ivey's soul seemed to be frozen by some kind of extremely cold power.

He felt that all his power was being deprived in an instant.

More than that, He felt it.

His clone, main body, and everything in his origin began to converge towards the captured locust!

In less than a second, He sadly discovered that he had appeared in the hands of a human being.

He is caught!

Moreover, he has been deprived of even the strength to struggle!

So, the devil, who feeds on fear and despair, finally fell into the abyss of fear and despair!

Hunter, become prey!

"This is a good thing..." He heard the man say: "It must be very fragrant when it is fried and fried!"

"Even if it's just a simple roast, it'll be delicious!"

The people of Guangnan are foodies!

Isn't there a joke on the internet?

Why are there so few Hu Jianren?

Because I was eaten when I traveled to Guangnan!

Thinking of the smell of grasshoppers, his tears almost flowed down from the corner of his mouth!

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