I Really Not The Lord Of The Demon

Chapter 25 | Less Knowledge

[I Really Not The Lord of the Demon]

Chapter 25:

Exit the steel gate base.

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

Then, he stepped forward firmly.

Come here...

Or bring back hope.

Don't do anything!

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

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

Seeing the dilapidated path in front of him, Han Li took a deep breath, then took the flashlight from his arm and held it carefully.

After praying to the gods and Buddha in his heart, Han Li closed his eyes and gently lit a flashlight.

The electric light shone and fell on the dark and dilapidated road. Recall URL m.luoqiuzw. com

The fog slowly appeared.

When Hanli opened his eyes, he saw him in front of him, the originally dilapidated path had disappeared.

A thick fog enveloped the world ahead.

He finally let go of the worry in his heart and bit his silver teeth, so he stepped firmly.

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

In the depths of the fog, the lights flickered and dimmed, like stars in the sky, swaying amidst a thick fog where five fingers could not be seen.

Han Li looked at it and finally laughed.

He stepped closer.

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Lingping reluctantly copied the recently encoded chapter to the release column, then clicked upload.

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

This book, which he had written for one year and four months, was finally finished.

After feeling sad, he started thinking.

What's next written?

Lingping scratched his head, deep in thought.

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

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

After thinking for a moment, he typed and asked in the chat box: Dear friends, Xiaopujie wants to ask, is there a way to make new books on the road as popular as you all?

After a moment of silence, someone finally began to answer.

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

Then start copying and pasting each ID.

Eagle eats chicks: Dear friends, Xiaopujie wants to ask, is there a way to make new books on the road as popular as other high-ranking people?

New July show: Everyone, Xiaopujie wants to ask, is there a way to make the new Pujie book as popular as everyone?

Xinfeng: Everyone, Xiaopujie wants to ask, is there a way to make a new book on the streets as popular as you are?

...

Packed solidly, more than a dozen IDs queue up for replication.

The topic was finally ended by one person.

The person who called me ugly to the deepest of my soul typed the text: At the age of seven, I caught a cicada, thinking that I had caught the whole summer, at seventeen years old, I kissed her face, thinking that I could stay with her forever. When I was twenty-seven years old, I met him again, thinking that I could reconnect with him, but he 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 kept quiet.

This time, footsteps came from outside the door.

A figure appeared at the door.

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

Because of the leaf pouch that this girl pawned here last time, she had wet almost half of the pouch in the past few days.

What if someone takes money to redeem, but cannot give it, isn't that embarrassing?

After thinking about it, Lingping reluctantly pretended to be calm, but actually said with a hint of guilt: "You're here!"

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Han Li stood at the door, looking inside.

Strange man, sitting at an old wooden counter.

Streams of fire in the eye sockets, like the sun of a star, dragged down a long path.

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

The voice sounded soft, but it fell into Hanli's ears, but it was extremely beautiful, making him involuntarily tremble, awe, and fear.

It seems that one's life and death are entirely related to the thoughts of others.

This feeling made Han Li unconsciously recall the incident when he was a kid in the summer at the safe headquarters and caught him with his friends.

Few know it, and tweet with indifference.

But as everyone knows, it catches the attention of children.

As a result, they were taken one by one and put in wooden jars one by one.

Some people want to see them fight for pleasure.

Someone wanted to explore the survival skills and limits of what they knew, so they dissected it, or threw it into boiling water and put it over a campfire.

Some people even want to taste what they know, and throw it in the pot.

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

But this is a game where kids spend time on summer nights.

now it's……

Han Li looked at the strange man at the counter.

'His head' was still shrouded in mist, only a stream of fire in the eye sockets, twinkling bright and dark.

Han Liming was aware.

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

"Discognition and ignorance lead me through this fog ..."

"Like the tweet Xia Ye knew ..."

"Luckily, he's not a kid!"

If she was a baby, she would meet in this fog.

Han Li knew that his fate would be no better than the one under the tree.

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

He bowed deeply and replied in a very humble tone: "Your Majesty, please interrupt again, and look at Haihan!"

If you change someone, you may immediately kneel down and plead with the most humble tone.

But Han Li is a demon hunter born after a natural disaster.

Demon hunters have pride.

He was adopted by his adoptive father and Minister Wang, who later educated him to grow up.

They all instilled the truth in Han Li.

Man, would rather stand dead!

Never kneel down to give birth!

Even if they were gods, demons, and Buddhas, they would never be able to rob and undermine human freedom and desires!

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Lingping looked at the girl on the doorstep ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ and suddenly bowed deeply and said politely: "Your Majesty, please interrupt again, and look at Haihan!"

He knew it right away.

"It seems, as I imagined, this girl, I'm worried, was born to a learned family in the empire, and a very conservative family!"

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

Thinking of this, Lingping laughed: "Get in!"

“Thank you very much!” The girl bowed again, then opened the door and entered.