I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 401: The converts are fanatical

Song Sihui listened to the report on the phone and looked at the screen on the monitor.

"Who...is to visit the feasting witches whom he transferred to us more than a month ago?" After taking office, he has heard the report, and he has also seen those feasting witches and that one. Mr. A.

How to say...

These people feel weird to him.

Seems to have adapted to the life of the empire, and various systems and laws also cooperate well.

Even, they had actively cooperated with the empire and reported the assassin who had sneaked into the empire.

However...

Song Shihui understands that these people have never changed.

They still have the same thoughts and thoughts as before.

The only difference is that they were ordered by that person to integrate into the empire and obey the imperial system and laws.

So, under his order, the witches who did everything in Qin Lu and Kunlun, became the kindergarten teachers of the Imperial Kindergarten, and the vicious Mr. A became an enthusiastic volunteer.

Now, before leaving Jiangcheng City, this one chose ‘visit’.

What does he mean?

Song Sihui was lost in thought.

Compared with his predecessor, Song Sihui's contact with this one is undoubtedly much less.

There has been only one contact so far.

Moreover, no positive interaction has been established.

This is terrible!

Seeing that the time for this rotation is approaching, but there is no chance like Situ He.

Song Shihui can't help but reflect on it.

"Check it for me..." Song Sihui said, "When is the target's flight?"

He got an answer soon.

On the 10th, 10:35 am, Imperial Air Flight A, 3, 3, 2 and 1, Gentleman cabin.

Song Shihui frowned.

"Gentleman's cabin?"

The level of the Empire flight is very clear.

According to the order, from high to low, they are: state class, bachelor class, gentleman class, and discount class.

This gentleman cabin is actually the elegant name for the civilian cabin.

And he quickly found out that this is the newly changed class.

From the state class to the gentleman class.

The operation is sent directly from the Imperial Capital.

Song Shihui found the operator: Zhang Hui through his backstage.

In addition, he also saw the note from the backstage: After boarding the plane, the passenger was upgraded to the national passenger cabin.

Song Shihui's brows were slowly tightened by taking off his pants and farting.

"No wonder...no wonder..." He sighed leisurely.

He finally understood why he could not establish a benign interaction with him.

Look at this operation!

Really, I scratched his itch.

This arrogant ancient **** hopes to play in this mundane world as a civilian.

So...

He has many quirks.

I often do useless operations like taking off my pants and farting.

For example, to hand over the witches of the feast is not to say that they are ‘poor people’.

Let's talk nonsense with your eyes open!

There are many similar operations!

So, if you want to deal with him well, you must be like him!

"Hateful!" Song Shihui sighed: "My rotation time is almost here!"

The candidate to succeed him has also been selected.

Major-general Ning Qinghong, who was in the Western Song Dynasty, was in black.

A rare alien general in the history of the black guard.

Its body is a swan!

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The taxi went round and round on the city road, and finally stopped in front of a street.

"My son, this is Fuli Road!" said the driver master.

Lingping nodded, took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay, then walked out of the car holding his cat.

When he got out of the car, he saw many signs posted on the street walls and guardrails.

Among these slogans, the two most repetitive sentences are: Could it be the king's soil in the world, or the king's court, the shore of the soil?

The emperor has a world, is it impossible to save money because of a cloth with water?

Lingping watched and shook his head: "The converts are enthusiastic!"

Speaking of, the current Federal Empire has entertained many things.

Confucius, Mencius, Zhou Gong, and Shaogong can also be ridiculed.

Even the emperor can make up a collection of jokes.

But in the ‘world’, it’s not like that.

Ling Ping An heard that in Silla, insulting Confucius is illegal and will go to jail.

Slander of the emperor may even be sentenced to life imprisonment.

In Fusang, a legal holiday, there is a Longevity Day, which is today's birthday.

In Siam, the law stipulates that criticizing the saint is the same crime as slandering the Buddha.

This saint includes Confucius and Mencius Zhougongzhaogong, as well as the emperors of the empire.

Siamese believe that the emperor of the Federal Empire is the reincarnation of the Buddha, and the King of Siam is the reincarnation of the disciples of the Buddha.

The Kingdom of Ceylon prides itself on being a frontier ‘resisting the barbarians’.

It is the lesson of ancient Khotan's subjugation and extermination to unite every day.

In the Kingdom of Ceylon, defamation of the first saint can be sentenced to death!

So some people are joking online, if the people of the Empire go to these countries.

I'm afraid everyone will go to jail and confess their crimes.

Spiritual peace is of course no exception.

The refugees from these countries have made various news after entering the empire.

For example, last year, an international student publicly declared at the opening ceremony that the air in the Federal Empire is sweet.

What's more interesting is that the Republican faction has a higher support rate among the Gentiles than the Datong faction.

This is a very strange phenomenon.

It is clear that the Republican faction is the one who does not agree to increase the federal independent kingdom.

But...

The support rate of the Republicans in the foreign countries has long been higher than that of the Datong factions.

It can only be said that the human heart is really a complicated thing.

Ling Ping An is going along this street, navigating on the phone, all the way forward.

Soon he walked to a six-story white building.

Looking up, the logo of the Federal Empire is hanging on the outer wall of this building.

In front of the steps of the building, there are many incense burners with incense sticks.

From time to time, people passing by ran to a small shop next to the building, bought a few incense sticks, and worshipped the dragon flag and the portrait of the emperor on the building.

Ling Ping'an watched and curled his lips.

He walked into the building, followed the prompts, and took the elevator to the fifth floor.

Then he walked to a corridor and a plaque came into view: Chang'e Kindergarten in Jiangcheng City of the Federal Empire.

The sound of children playing and playing appeared in my ears.

Lingping smiled, walked over, walked to a window sill, and looked at the classroom inside.

Said it is a classroom~IndoMTL.com~ is actually a playground.

Several young teachers are taking thirty or so four- to five-year-olds and are playing.

They have a great time.

Ling Ping'an was watching and was very happy.

Suddenly, a teacher in the classroom looked back and saw him.

The teacher's eyes lit up suddenly, and his eyes were red.

She walked to the window tremblingly, with some inexplicable taste in respect, and bowed deeply: "My son! You are here!"

Lingping smiled at her.

The eye under the lens is slightly bent.

He knew that this was probably a member of the circus that night?

So, he nodded: "Um...I'll see you..."