I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 124: Don’t smash the world
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Lingping stood at the door, watching the foreign guest, holding the book he just bought, and gradually disappearing into the mist.
He also felt like he was a little drunk.
He yawned.
Looking back, I saw that the kitten Best had been lying on the blanket.
"Little guy!" He smiled, and pulled the rolling shutter down: "You are greedy!"
But then again, without this little guy, I would have missed this kind of deliciousness.
"The United States of America!" Lingping pinched a spar again and threw it into his mouth, feeling the sweet taste quietly: "That must be a small foreign country with beautiful scenery!"
"There is a life in the fields and pastoral songs, with the ease under the leisurely Nanshan..."
"If I have a chance, I might be able to go there and see..."
Curious hunting is a common hobby of the federal people.
Close the door, turn off the light, Lingping held the iron box and walked up the stairs.
Throw the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
He yawned again, then walked to the bedroom, tilted his head back, and fell into a sweet sleep.
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Elizabeth walked out of the mist and looked back at the mist dissipating in front of her.
She raised the "Steel Bible" in her hand.
The Bible burst out with brilliant light, unfolding words full of truth one by one before her eyes.
At the same time, another book on her body, the "Mechanical Gospel", seemed to be attracted by it. It actively floated and released the brilliance of steel.
The two brilliance are intertwined and merged with each other.
In the end, both books began to melt.
Finally, they merged into one book and fell into her hands.
The gospel of machinery began to sing: "Bell the big bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine!"
And the steel bible has begun to bloom with the light of truth.
Let Elizabeth have a deeper understanding and cognition of the truth of steel and the truth of machinery.
She religiously holds this brand-new holy scripture, the immortal scripture called "Machinery Scripture".
Starting towards her steel altar.
She knows how to upgrade this steel altar into a mechanical temple!
Besides flesh and life, she also needs faith!
More faith!
The great spirit of omnipotence needs more faith, and the great Gatling Bodhisattva also needs more believers!
The devout beliefs of at least one hundred thousand believers can make the steel altar have the possibility of evolution.
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In a daze, Lingping felt his consciousness, as if sitting on a swing, wandering aimlessly in the world.
It takes him less than a second to drift from one side of the world to the other end of the world.
"This world is so small!" he said.
But dreams are always like this, strange and confused.
Moreover, he is also a little bit drunk.
Even in a dream, I don't want to open my eyes.
Just want to continue drifting like this, the feeling of swinging is pretty good.
Suddenly, he felt a warm hand touching his head.
In a daze, Lingping opened his eyes.
A vague female figure stood beside him.
"Mom!" Lingping called out instinctively.
"I'm not your mother..." The figure gently stroked him: "You are just a child born from my stomach..."
"Mom!" But Lingping ignored her and grabbed her warm hand.
"Child..." She asked softly: "How do you feel about this world?"
"Very warm..." Lingping replied: "I feel good!"
"The people here are very nice!"
"Will you want to smash it?"
"Why smash it?!" Lingping didn't quite understand it.
"That's good!" This vague figure slowly returned to nothingness, but her gentle voice still came: "You must remember the warmth of this world..."
"Never smash it!"
Woke up from the dream!
Lingping opened his eyes and looked around. He let out a sigh of relief.
"Dreaming again..." He sighed.
Every year, he might have such a dream.
Dreaming about his mother or father.
And every time, they reminded him-don't smash the world.
But the problem is...
Lingping touched his head: "How do I smash a world? It is not a glass ball..."
He sat up from the bed, it was already dawn, and the morning sun was falling from outside.
He understood that he would have such a dream.
Because he is missing.
I miss the warmth of childhood and the warmth of a family of three.
It's a pity...
He can't even remember the appearance of his parents now.
Only vague figures and impressions, only occasionally in a dream can you dream.
So, every time he dreamed, although he knew it was fake, he still wanted to indulge as much as possible.
Unfortunately, even dreams are short-lived.
For this, he has turned to some psychologists and got a diagnosis of his lack of care and the possibility of suffering from traumatic stress.
But the problem is...
He really has no mental illness, and there is no lack of love.
He can play games at a young age, and learn codewords when he grows up.
Life is full and easy, without any pressure.
Except for occasionally missing childhood life, there are no other problems.
"In two days, go to the Federal Meritorious Cemetery to visit their two elders!" Lingping thought: "I haven't visited the two elders for a long time!"
"Probably because of this, I am thinking about it, subconsciously remind me through dreams!"
That's about the explanation.
After figuring this out, he became heartless again.
After a brief refreshing, Lingping remembered the peach tree he had raised upstairs, so he fetched some water and went upstairs.
Open the door and the plastic basin is placed by the door.
A small sapling has nodded its head and sprouted a few shoots.
Little, like a cute child, gently swinging in the breeze.
Lingping looked very happy.
He felt that this little sapling was like his own child.
So, he sprinkled a little water, then squatted down and looked at the young sapling: "Little guy, you have to grow up healthy and healthy!"
"I'm waiting for you to grow up and eat your peaches!"
The young leaves of the young sapling~IndoMTL.com~ wiggled gently, seeming to give an answer.
Ling Ping nodded, turned around, closed the door, and went downstairs.
Before reaching the top of the stairs, a text message came from his mobile phone.
He picked it up and took a look, his face twitched. ,
A text message is displayed on the phone.
Auntie: Xiaoping, I will return to China tomorrow!
Ling Ping'an swallowed.
Why did this grandma come back so soon?
Didn’t you say that you will stay for three months or even six months in the Northern Week?
Can the current archaeological excavations work so fast?
But he didn't dare to talk more, so he could only pick up the phone and enter a message obediently: Got it! Auntie!