Im Not A Demon Lord's
Chapter 23
Walk out of the steel gate at the base…
Han Li turned around and looked at him for a long time.
Then he stepped forward firmly.
On this journey…
He will return with hope.
Or never to return.
Throwing his shoulders back with much resolution, Han Li disappeared into the darkness of the night without looking back.
An hour later, Han Li returned to where he was before.
Seeing the broken path in front of him, Han Li took a deep breath, took out a flashlight, and raised it carefully.
After praying to all the Gods and Buddhas in his heart, Han Li closed his eyes and gently lit a flashlight.
The light fell onto the murky and dilapidated road.
The fog slowly rose.
When Han Li opened his eyes, he saw that the dilapidated path had disappeared.
A thick fog enveloped the world around him.
He let go of the worry in his heart, gritted his teeth, and stepped into the mist firmly.
As he stepped into the mist, the ravings that had echoed in his ears faded away completely.
In the depths of the fog, lights twinkled, swaying in this thick fog was as dark as night like the morning stars in the sky.
Han Li looked at him, and he finally laughed.
He stepped forward.
…
Ling PingAn reluctantly copied the chapter he had just completed into the upload column and clicked on upload.
Seeing what he had just uploaded, he sighed. That's another book!
He had been writing this book for a year and four months and, finally, the time had come to end it.
After a moment of melancholy, he began to think.
What should I write for my next book?
Ling PingAn scratched his head as he sank into deep thought.
“Maybe I will go online and ask for advice from a professional?”
Thinking of this, he picked up his phone and tapped on the group he had added a long time ago.
After thinking for some time, he typed in the chat box and asked, “Dear friends, I want to ask for your advice. Is there a way to make my book light up like yours? ”
After a moment of silence, people finally began to answer.
Chippeja: “Dear friends, I want to ask for your advice. Is there a way to make my book light up like yours? ”
Next, each ID starts copying and pasting.
Eagle Chicken: “Dear friends, I'd like to ask for your advice. Is there a way to make my book light up like yours? ”
JulyNewbie: “Dear friends, I'd like to ask for your advice. Is there a way to make my book light up like yours? ”
Xinfeng: “Dear friends, I want to ask for your advice. Is there a way to make my book light up like yours? ”
…
As thick as a huckleberry, more than ten IDs were copied and pasted his sentences in sequence.
Eventually this stupidity was ended by one person.
A user with UglyToTheSoul ID typed: “When I was seven years old, I caught a cricket, thinking I had caught an entire summer. When I was 17, I kissed her face, thinking that I would stay with her forever. When I was 27 years old, I met him again, thinking that I could reconnect with him, but he told me that it cost per night.
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Hence, the atmosphere in the group of writers changed once again.
A group of people began to copy and paste the text crazily.
Ling PingAn fell silent as he looked.
At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside the door.
A human figure appeared at the entrance.
Ling PingAn raised his head and looked up. He saw the girl who had been there a few days ago standing in front of the door.
The reason he felt anxious was because he had finished off almost half the leaf bag this girl had left here a few days ago.
Suppose he was here with money to make up for his things, but he couldn't hand them over. That would be so embarrassing.
After thinking for some time, Ling PingAn pretended to be calm and said, “You are here!”
…
Han Li stood at the door, looking inside.
The freak was sitting on an old wooden table.
The fire in his eyes had a long tail like a shining star.
As if she was expecting it, she raised her head, looked at him, and said gently, “You are here.”
His voice sounded soft, but when it reached Han Li's ears, it looked so overwhelming that admiration and fear flooded into him regardless of himself.
It was as if his own life and death were fully interwoven into his mind.
This feeling made Han Li recall the scene when he caught a cricket with his friends one summer at a security base.
The little cicadas sing nonchalantly.
Little did they know that they had caught the attention of the little ones.
They were caught, one by one, and placed inside wooden jars.
Some people want to watch crickets fight for fun.
Some want to know how crickets survive and their limits, so they are dissected, thrown into boiling water, or placed over a campfire.
Some even want to know how crickets taste and throw them into a frying pan.
All of this has nothing to do with good and evil. There is also no clear purpose behind what they do.
It was nothing more than a game that children used to play during summer evenings.
Here and now…
Han Li was looking at a strange person beside the counter.
His head was still covered in mist. Only streams of flames from his eye sockets were flickering between light and dark.
Han Li enlightened.
“Perhaps, in his eyes, I was no different from a crickets under a tree on that summer night.
“My ignorance has brought me into this mist..”
“Like the chanting of crickets on that summer night..”.
Fortunately, he is not a child.
If he was still in the infant stage, and he crashed into him amidst this fog, Han Li knew that his fate would be no better than crickets under a 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, forgive me for bothering you once again.”
If it was someone else, they would probably immediately kneel down and swear in the most humble tone.
But Han Li was a demon hunter born after the Great Apocalypse.
Demon hunters have dignity.
The man who adopted her and Minister Wang who educated her grew up
both of them had instilled one principle into Han Li:
People would rather die standing up!
Rather than live on your knees!
Whether gods or demons, no one could think of depriving humans of freedom and will!
…
Ling PingAn looked at the girl at the door who suddenly bowed deeply and said politely, “Your Majesty, forgive me for bothering you once again.”
He immediately thought to himself that he had found the answer.
“It looks like what I imagined was true. This girl was probably born into a family of aristocratic scholars, and, moreover, a very conservative family.
His etiquette and gestures seemed to be in line with that explanation.
Ling PingAn smiled. “Come in!”
Thank you to me! The girl bowed again, opened the door, and entered.
