I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 312: Background and dare not

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Xiaoman looked at the few Shura who crawled out of the ruins.

Looking at their appearance, feeling their spirits.

"How many low-level ‘ghost soldiers’?" Xiaoman slowly held his sword.

Sura and the demon have a very special relationship.

The relationship between the two is similar to that of a mortal and a monk.

It's a bit similar to caterpillars and butterflies.

However, the relationship between the two is far more complicated than these two examples.

Moreover, because of the lack of evidence, it is just a guess.

Following the sky, Shura and the demon swarmed into the world.

People have to classify these monsters.

Ghost soldiers are one of Shura's many forms.

From low-level to high-level, the strength and size of ghost soldiers vary.

But the shape is basically the same.

They are all skinny and all bones are deformed because of distortion.

The most important thing is...

Most of these things have only simple wisdom.

So, they need a higher order Shura to command.

This is also the origin of their name-Ghost Soldier.

It's just pawns and cannon fodder.

Anyway, Shura is immortal.

When the body dies, it's dead, and it's a big deal to crawl back from the void.

Holding the sword in his hand, Xiao Man slowly began to accelerate.

On the blade, the soul fire began to rise.

Xuanjun’s whispers reverberated in her spirit: "For those who plan to live and die, they may say that they are dead, or that they have nothing, or that they are dead or not, or that they are dead or not. ……"

In this whisper, Xiao Man has leaped high.

The sharp sword in his hand stabbed a ghost soldier holding a **** and hit her head.

Its deformed bones, at this moment, are twisted in ways that ordinary people cannot imagine.

In an almost anti-human way, he held the **** high and smashed it at Xiao Man.

"Meat!" It shouted: "Fresh meat!"

Countless stinking saliva flowed out of the sharp teeth in his mouth.

"Dead!" Xiaoman tapped his toe lightly, and the sword in his hand pierced its forehead, piercing its hard skin, deepening between the flesh and the sky.

But no blood came out.

After stealing the flesh of a mortal, the Shura will basically choose to drain their blood!

This makes most Shura actually a little afraid of fire.

Like now!

Xiaoman's sword pierced his head.

The soul fire attached to the blade immediately ignited its skinny flesh.

The flames rose.

The ghost soldiers howled miserably!

Howling in the soul fire!

"Ah..."

It's burning all over!

But it's not flesh and skin that are burning, but spirits are burning!

The Shura soul from the void has been ignited by the soul fire!

Little Man kicked the ghost soldier abruptly on its chest.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand was pulled out, and he slashed to his side, directly cutting off the arm of a ghost soldier.

A little soul fire took the opportunity to get into this ghost soldier.

It was also lit!

"Ah..." the ghost soldier howled miserably.

But Xiaoman didn't care about it. Instead, he used his mana, exerted his feet, and jumped up again. The long sword in his hand slashed in all directions, and several sword lights swept in all directions.

In every sword light, there is a little soul fire!

The soul fire swept into the ghost soldiers with the sword light.

Ignite them all at once!

In an instant, seven or eight ghost soldiers rolled in front of Xiao Man.

They howled miserably and screamed sternly.

Until, in the end, can't howl anymore, can't move.

The soul fire ignites all their souls.

It also ignited the fat in their deformed bodies.

The air exudes a burnt smell of barbecue.

Xiao Man holds the sword.

Start to recover the soul fire.

Slowly read Fajue in her mouth: "Nothing is not heaven, nothing is life, nothing is not god, nothing is not yuan..."

As she chanted, a little bit of soul fire, like a firefly, gathered from the bodies of the burning ghost soldiers to her.

These little flames slowly dipped into Xiaoman's forehead and merged into those pupils.

As they returned, Xiao Man felt that his spirit became stronger.

This is the terrible thing about Soul Eater.

Burn others and illuminate yourself.

And seize its essence, take its origin, and be my firewood!

If it is the soul fire of Xuanjun, it can ignite the whole world and all the souls of all creatures with just one sprinkle.

Really is the first choice for destroying the world, destroying must be used!

Xiaoman is still weak, but he has built a foundation.

Her spirit, at best, will ignite low-level Shura like ghost soldiers.

If she is stronger, she might be in a fierce battle.

But...

It's okay!

There may be other shortages in Qingshan Town, but there is no shortage of Shura!

There are at least one or two thousand here!

"Come slowly!" Xiaoman said, and she leaped up gently, jumping into the ruins ahead.

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Ling Ping'an raised his head and looked at the time on the wall.

It's almost eleven o'clock!

"Order a takeaway first!" he said.

So, I picked up my phone and ordered a beef bowl.

Then, stand up and make yourself a cup of tea.

Drinking fragrant tea, Lingping turned on the TV set easily.

At this point, there is an advertisement on TV.

The channel change is still an advertisement. If you continue to change the channel, it is still an advertisement.

Finally, I switched to a channel without ads.

But...

It's a soap opera.

Ling Ping sighed and could only turn off the TV.

He leaned on the chair, held his phone, opened the micro-book, and started to read the news.

I just scanned the hot search list, there is nothing special today.

On WeChat, the traffic seems to be slowly becoming active again.

XXX backless...

XX caused fans to scream...

XX’s new song broke ten million in half an hour...

Ling Ping looked at it and couldn't help but yawn.

"Today is another ordinary and boring day..." he muttered.

At this time, the phone switched to the incoming call mode.

Lingping checked the number, which belonged to the old village chief.

He clicked to connect, and then put it in his ear: "Uncle Zhang..."

"Little son..." Uncle Zhang's honest voice came across the phone: "What you asked me to help has been done..."

"The contract for more than two hundred acres of land has been terminated..."

"Look at..."

"Uncle Zhang, can you help me find a new partner..." Lingping yawned and said, "It's the contract or something, you just need to sign it for me..."

He doesn't want to run back for such a thing.

"Hao Le!" The old village head on the other side said with a smile.

"Then please!" Lingping hung up the phone with a smile.

Then, he suddenly remembered. Wan Shu Lou

"Why so fast?" He scratched his head.

Isn't the Luyuan company that contracted his land very powerful?

It doesn’t matter!

Initially, Lingping was ready to go to court with him.

It was so easy to solve.

"It may be that Uncle Zhang has a lot of face..." Lingping thought.

There can only be this explanation.

Otherwise, how could the other party give up so easily?

…………………………

Hang up the phone in his hand, the old man, who had just returned to his honest appearance, turned around.

He looked at the plaque in front of him.

Nodded gently.

So, the workers who had been on standby for a long time rushed forward and took down the plaque.

Then, the man talked about an axe and chopped down the plaque one by one.

A man with a big belly, not far away, looked at all this foolishly.

He covered his face, not even daring to lift his head.

I felt even more regretful.

He couldn't think of it, but he didn't let anyone pick strawberries.

I actually carried such a big somersault.

First, the company changed hands.

The three foundations holding 60% of his company's shares held a meeting to remove his seat.

Then all the industries under the name were targeted.

The loan is called for payment and the tax is checked.

Suddenly, the capital chain broke, and there was nothing left in an instant, and I owed a debt to the bank.

Next, this is the scene now.

An old man in cotton-padded clothes, with the workers, took the decision of the board of directors, and drove him out of the office.

Then, in front of him, the company plaque was removed and smashed a little bit.

The old man walked slowly to the man.

"Zhang Daoming..."

"You can't stay in Jiangcheng..."

"Hurry up!"

In the past two hundred years, each family has been operating various industries in this Jiangcheng city.

Trust the Federation Empire to treat the extraordinary.

No matter whether they raise money or start a business, they can always take the lead.

After two hundred years of accumulation, wealth alone is scary enough.

Take Zhang as an example. In the past two hundred years, which consortiums, banks and companies in Jiangcheng did not have shares in Zhang's family?

Because of the ancestral motto, the Zhang family scattered these wealth among foundations, never showing up.

If you are an ordinary person, you may also worry that the Foundation will be embezzled.

But, who would dare to do such a trick to the Zhang family?

Therefore, the wealth of the Zhang family has not decreased, but with the advent of the mobile Internet era, the tide has risen.

The Zhang family is like this.

The same goes for other companies.

So, for two hundred years, the owner has never had to worry about money.

"Let's go!" The old village chief turned around slowly, and said to the secretary carrying a briefcase: "Book me a plane ticket to Nanyang this afternoon..."

"Yes..." The secretary nodded and bowed: "Mr. Zhang!"

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Riding a little eDonkey, watching the navigation on the phone.

Fujiwara Chika finally found the small alley mentioned by her cousin.

"Qiyuan Bookstore..." She slowly found it along the streets.

Finally, she saw a sign hanging under the street lights in that street—Qiyuan Bookstore!

"Here!" Chika Fujiwara clenched her fists happily.

So, she stopped the little eDonkey to the side of the road.

Then, he picked up the heavy food container and walked over.

She walked to the door of the store and looked at the situation curiously.

A twenty-four-year-old young man sitting at a simple counter in a bookstore with a mobile phone in his hand, not knowing what he was looking at.

A kitten is lying on the counter.

Everything in the bookstore is very simple.

The floor is wooden, and the posters on the walls are also very simple prints from street photocopying shops.

No matter how you look at it, it's not like the "very special and special person" and "very amazing bookstore" that Chiba Michiko said.

She looked at it and knocked on the store door gently.

Tuk tuk tuk...

The young man who was looking at the phone raised his head, and when he saw her, the other party immediately laughed.

"Welcome..." He said: "Please come in!"

His voice sounds ordinary.

There is neither magnetism nor momentum.

Instead, I was a little lazy, as if I didn't sleep well this morning.

However, Chika Fujiwara remembered the suggestion from his cousin.

"Mountains are not high, immortals are spirits, waters are not deep, dragons are spirits..." She read the ancient article in her heart: "Sri is a shabby room, but my virtue is sweet!"

In this country, people are not to be seen.

Fujiwara Qianhua heard from his grandfather when he was a child that in the imperial capital of this country, there was an old man living in seclusion in the world and making trouble.

Every day I raise chickens and ducks, and amuse the birds, just like most ordinary elderly people.

However, even the chief assistant of the center must hold the discipleship in front of him.

Even the emperor must respect him.

So, Fujiwara Chika opened the door, carried the food container in his hand, and walked forward.

"Hello..." She bowed politely: "I'm Chika Fujiwara, delivering food for Michiko!"

Speaking, she lifted the food container in her hand to the counter.

"Fujiwara-chan!" The other party seemed to look at Fujiwara Chika seriously, and then laughed: "I heard that Qianye-chan said about you!"

"Hayi!" Chika Fujiwara bowed deeply: "I am Chika Fujiwara, please give me your advice!"

As a Chinese, even if it is a desolate Chinese, the etiquette of Fujiwara Chika is beyond criticism.

To a certain extent, her etiquette can even be compared with the federation nobles in the imperial capital!

This is also the helplessness of Xiaoguo.

Since the economy, military, population, or territory, they are far inferior to Big Brother.

Then you can only dig out the details.

Every action, every posture, even smile, has strict rules and requirements.

Especially in this foreign country, almost all Fusang people will become very serious and serious.

I'm afraid of losing points in etiquette and being looked down upon.

Even if others don't care, Fusang people will be very serious and serious.

This is the national character of Fusang.

But the other party didn't seem to have any etiquette at all, just smiled and said: "Fujiwara-chan doesn't have to be so polite..."

As he said, he opened the food box.

Then, I looked at the delicious food in the food box, took it out without anyone else, sniffed it, and then praised: "The craftsmanship of Qianye Sauce is really getting better and better!"

He picked up the chopsticks and couldn't wait to eat.

This makes Fujiwara Chika a little disappointed.

"This is what Michiko calls a'very special person'?" She thought: "It's not like it!"

But...

Fujiwara Chika's pupils suddenly enlarged.

She looked at a bow in the cupboard behind the bookstore owner.

The Chinese from Fusang swallowed.

"Your Excellency..." She couldn't help asking: "What is the bow in your cupboard?"

The other party raised his head, glanced at Fujiwara Chika, and then laughed: "That bow..."

"A guest, mortgaged with me..."

"Pledge?" Chika Fujiwara took a deep breath and asked, "Why did she mortgage this bow here?"

The other party laughed: "Because that guest bought a book from me~IndoMTL.com~ Forgot to bring the money, so he pledged with a bow, and said that he would redeem it for half a month..."

"Buy a book?" Fujiwara Chika swallowed.

"Yes?" He looked at Fujiwara Chika, and the pupils under his eyes suddenly brightened, as dazzling as the sun, as dazzling as the stars: "Would you like a copy of Fujiwara-chan?"

Fujiwara Chika listened, only to feel that the surrounding air solidified in an instant, and the pores of her skin were trembling.

She shook her head quickly: "Thank you, Your Excellency..."

"I don't need..."

Dare she buy it?

Don't dare!

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