I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 353: Where did it come from?

Just as he was about to speak, from the corner of Lingping's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the guest's hand holding the teacup.

"Six fingers?" Ling Ping'an was shocked, and immediately he left the matter behind.

Meow!

At this time, the kitten Best who had been sleeping on the counter woke up.

It stood up and jumped to Lingping's feet.

"Little boy..." Lingping petted the little guy and said: "Are you awake?"

Meow!

The little guy screamed softly, turning around Lingping's trouser legs, as if showing off something.

Unfortunately, Lingping doesn't understand at all.

Song Sihui looked at the cat that suddenly jumped up from the counter.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

Because, he knew that, just today, the Kingdom of Egypt announced that it would regain the canal occupied by the rebels.

He immediately picked up the phone and clicked on Heiyiwei's intranet.

Sure enough, an intelligence bulletin from Kunlun Prefecture appeared in the bulletin area.

The high priest of the Kingdom of Egypt took action, and the seven great wizards of Voodoo died in battle!

He clicked on the report of the Kunlun State Intelligence Department, took a cursory glance, and took a deep breath immediately.

According to the report, the high priest received the divine blessing of the cat goddess, so he burst out with power comparable to a lieutenant general!

Seven voodoo wizards were killed in one fell swoop.

The extraordinary force that will support the rebels for a long time, sweep away in one fell swoop!

This means that the Kingdom of Egypt has recovered the canal without hindrance.

Today, with the revival of aura, the civil wars in most countries are actually wars between extraordinary people.

One of the extraordinary, shows the power of crushing.

The other party has no second choice except to look out for the wind!

After all, most countries cannot even form a tank regiment.

In places like Kunlun State, with a few old bombers, they can already crush the surrounding area with conventional power.

As for being in the East...

Because of the Federal Empire, most countries no longer have a standing army.

Fusang, Silla, and even the armed forces have been cancelled.

Only the armed police who suppressed the riots were kept.

Military expenditures in most countries have remained at several million throughout the year.

Because there is no need!

If something happens, brother!

In places like Qinlu, a country with a population of 20 million will have a wonderful example of thousands of tanks and dozens of advanced fighters.

"It seems..." Song Shihui thought: "He really is the cat goddess of Egypt!"

This is a sure thing.

Thinking of this, Song Shihui couldn't help holding up his teacup? He took a sip.

Sweet tea? It flows into my throat and instantly turns into a puff of spirit? It enters my mind.

More than just letting his soul? Concentrate.

Suddenly even the thinking became clear.

Song Shihui felt the benefits of this sip of liquid, and his shock felt a little bit more.

"He is telling me..."

"I am worried that you are too stupid? I can't pay attention to and interpret my intentions, so I gave this cup of spiritual tea? Help you open your mind?"

"How confident is this!"

"What a tsundere!"

When I was horrified? By the ear, I heard that voice.

"Guest..." He only asked: "Do you like music?"

Song Shihui nodded. He put down his tea cup and replied with a smile: "Your Excellency? Wisdom eyes are like torches... I am indeed a lover..."

He took out the magic weapon from his pocket?

The bronze cast is exhausted, and the whole body is black.

He took the brass hammer and tapped it lightly.

Gong, Zheng, Yu, Shang, Jiao.

The five tones are struck one by one, and the sound of exhaustion echoes in this bookstore.

"The class door makes an axe..." Putting down the copper hammer? Song Shihui laughed: "I'm ugly!"

Ling Ping watched and put his pet aside.

Music? He doesn't understand to be honest.

But...

Looking at the copper out, he had an impulse inexplicably.

Want to have a big drum in front of me? So that he can have a good time!

What a pity...

But it doesn't matter!

I don't know what can be fooled.

Lingping smiled and said: "To be honest, I am better at drumming..."

This is the truth!

In his dream, he played the drum several times? Every time? The audience in the dream was very enthusiastic!

He even remembers once in a dream? The audience is the same as the fans of the traffic, even more enthusiastic.

That is really a dream!

Calling Lingping so far, the aftertaste is endless!

So, he said: "Once, I once played drums in front of countless people..."

"That scene is really..."

Song Shihui listened, eyes burning.

He understands that this one will never aimlessly.

An ancient **** like him cannot lie.

So...

What does he mean?

Have He ever played in front of countless gods?

No!

Song Shihui knew that the personality of this ancient **** could not be that of the music god.

His status is undoubtedly, in the myths and legends, it belongs to that kind of main god, **** king, and emperor.

It may even be higher.

So...

There is only one record in Song Shihui's mind at this moment.

At the time of Shun, there were Miao who refused to accept it, and Yu would defeat him. Shun said: No, the morality is not strong but the practice of martial arts is not Dao, but it is three years of training.

So...

He means: I used to beat the drum to frighten the gods? The gods are all subdued, knocking on the first three thousand, to praise my might?

Does that mean?

So Song Shihui smiled and said: "That must be a very beautiful scene!"

"Yes..." Lingping recalled the scene in his dream: "That's pretty wonderful!"

"At that time, countless people were impressed by the sound of my drums!"

The things in the dream are things that have happened—though in the dream.

But Lingping believes that this is not a lie.

Song Shihui then said: "If I have a chance, I can also be there and attend the meeting..."

Ling is stunned for a moment, and he whispered: "Guest, you probably won't be able to go..."

In the dream, how did he go?

Although Ling Ping An is a face blind patient, but... he is 100% sure that he is not Lord Long Yang!

So...

If this guest appears in his dream...

Lingping feels that I will probably be scared to death.

Face blindness is understandable.

Long Yang Jun, really accept it!

So he changed the subject decisively: "Guest, do you want to come so late?"

Song Sihui understood what the other party meant.

He... is too weak.

There is no qualification to participate in such a grand event at all.

Even...

Probably, the subtext is: I'm afraid you will be beaten away by me!

And this is very possible.

Nowadays, the myth of mountains and seas has invaded more and more profoundly.

Many things recorded in Shanhaijing have been turned out for research.

In the Shanhaijing, it is recorded that the Yellow Emperor used Kuihhhhhhh as a drum and shattered the souls of countless demons and ghosts.

Listen to the other party's question again.

Song Shihui immediately put his hand over and said: "I’m not hiding it, I love rhythm... I heard that there are a lot of... um... books..."

He wanted to say ‘The Book of Wonders’, but he swallowed when he heard the words.

Because his spirit told him, here, we must abide by the rules.

The rule is: Don’t say words that are not allowed.

When I heard it peacefully, I was excited: "Guest, you are really here!"

"Here I do, there are many books of rhythm!"

"It's not that I boast...I have a collection of melody books...um...it's a must!"

Speaking, Lingping stood up.

"Guest... please wait..."

"I'll fetch it for you..."

So he bid farewell, hummed a little tune, and walked to the bookshelf behind him.

"Her eyes...Her eyes...like the stars shine..."

"Seeing... Seeing... Seeing... Panic..."

Guangnanqiang sang softly.

Cheerful and easy!

Lingping feels that walking is a bit lighter.

Just...

"When did you hear this?" He felt more and more forgetful.

……………………………………

Sitting on the sofa, Song Shihui looked at the ancient **** and stood up.

He seemed very happy.

The flowing fire in the misty head danced gently because of joy.

Turn around in that eye socket.

He walked slowly towards the depths of the bookstore.

And groaned softly, slowly.

"Her eyes...Her eyes...like the stars shine..."

This voice is like singing from the underworld.

Just listening, Song Shihui felt that his mind was frozen.

There seemed to be countless ghosts before my eyes.

These ghosts are flying, chasing and frolicking in the bookstore.

"Seeing... Seeing... Seeing... Panic..."

One after another, scary figures appeared around these ghosts.

It seems like black and white impermanence, but also like a horse face.

Vaguely, there is a huge and terrifying figure projected on the floor of the bookstore.

That huge unicorn, nine tunes into a world!

"Uncle Ghost!" Song Shi swallowed again.

He couldn't help turning his head and looking at the ancient **** who was singing and walking towards the abyss.

He saw that the feet of the ancient **** had already left the ground.

He is floating, walking lightly.

Every foot is on a piece of rotten, empty, twisted soil.

Every step of the sound seems to be from the underground palace.

"Uncle Ghost... is also his guard?"

Song Shihui was terrified.

Uncle Ghost!

The legendary **** who is in charge of the ghost.

There is even more evidence that he once transformed into Taishan Mansion after a long time.

More importantly-in the mythology of mountains and seas, there is also his shadow.

"What is the origin of the bookstore owner...?"

Song Shihui can't think about it anymore.

But...

"This song..." He recalled the melody of the other party's groan~IndoMTL.com~Song Sihui's fingers moved gently.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao...

He raised his head and looked at the cat goddess who was sitting across the sofa and staring at him.

Song Shihui immediately smiled apologetically, not daring to reorganize the tune score in his heart.

But...

Half a sentence has been written down by him.

Song Sihui knows...

Just this half sentence, if he can exert one-tenth, or even one-percent of the power of the bookstore owner.

So...

He will have one more hole card against the enemy!

Maybe, he can surprise his enemy at a critical moment!