I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 490: A deer is a horse

As soon as Ling Ping heard that the other party had seen the surveillance, he smiled relieved immediately.

The truth is revealed!

Awesome!

Finally, I can pay back my innocence!

But...

He remembered the amusement of ‘My Buddha’s mercy, my disciple is enlightened’ when he was so scared at first and then said nonsense.

So he asked: "Miss Police Officer..."

"Those people just now..."

"What are they doing?"

Ning Qinghong raised her eyes, and looked at the mysterious spirit son in front of her.

She swallowed.

I remembered the night of Cross Slope.

In front of everyone, he made the chief deacon of the disgusting school a man of extraordinary world.

Torturing each other eternally with an unimaginable torture.

Now, the same trick is repeated.

Using Wutian Buddha's method, he suppressed an unknown guy on the spot.

But with an innocent look, came to ask myself what just happened?

This weird attitude forced Ning Qinghong to choose his words carefully.

She remembered the reports about this one she had read.

Reports from existing parties.

Includes such powerful black guards as Li Shouyi, Zhang Hui, Situ He, and Song Shihui.

There are also those who have been in contact with him.

Sun Jinyi from the Yungui Sun family, a few days ago, the Cen Mai from the Cen family.

There are also analysis reports from various think tanks.

Almost all reports have pointed out a common feature: this one, for some purpose, is reluctant to let the world know his true identity.

It's like an ancient emperor, with fish and dragons in white clothes and micro clothes for private visits.

He enjoys such a game.

Except for a few licensed people.

Most people, because they have been in contact, seem to be distorted by some power.

To be precise, it should blur the impression.

Thinking that I just met a passerby.

If you have a better memory, you can only have a vague impression, which will be forgotten after two or three days.

And his memory is so close that he may be forgotten in an hour or two.

Recalling these reports, Ning Qinghong was inexplicably relieved.

At least, she still remembers this one now.

This shows that she may have a chance!

Thinking about this, Ning Qinghong laughed, following what he had just said, volunteering to help him write up the script: "My son, don't you know?"

"Huh?" Lingping asked: "What's wrong?"

"Those people have questions?"

"No..." Ning Qinghong laughed, her eyes just caught an exhibit in a cabinet in this memorial hall.

At the time of Taizu, the approval of the establishment of the Folk Art Association of the Federal Empire.

So, she chuckled lightly, her eyes narrowed like crescents: "That's it... the emperor has many weird private associations..."

"These people, they often unite and do strange things!"

"I often patrol here, no wonder!"

"Oh!" Lingping nodded in relief: "Is that so?" he asked.

"Of course!" Ning Qinghong said with a smile.

Lingping looked at the appearance of Miss Police Officer, although there were still questions in her heart.

But since the police have said everything, it should be fine.

Think about it carefully.

Serious places like Taizu Memorial Hall can not accommodate spoof variety shows or programs.

So the problem came again.

Lingping looked at the traffic that was already lying on the ground.

His nose moved slightly.

It's strange!

The smelly smell on the flow body, I don't know when it will disappear.

However, he didn't think much about such trivial matters.

He raised his head and looked at the officer lady in front of him.

Thinking about it, as a law-abiding citizen, he decided to fulfill his obligations, so he said to Miss Police Officer: "Miss Police Officer! This person is probably taking drugs, and he has taken a lot!"

"You must check it carefully!"

"Our country, can not tolerate this kind of scum, occupying the screen and affecting the children!"

"That's not good!"

Lingping has no problem with traffic.

Existence is reasonable.

If you don’t like it, don’t look at it.

Unless these guys have to hang around in front of him, otherwise he doesn't even bother to scold him.

Even if I dangled in front of him, I would complain about it.

Like lying on the ground now, it's different from the guy who is pretending to be dead.

Taking drugs!

This is a taboo thing, and it is a violation of social morality.

Never mind taking drugs, and ran out after knocking on the drugs.

This is naked to face the law!

Don't he know?

Since Taizu, Daxia Empire has zero tolerance for illegal drugs.

Selling, inhaling, or injecting any products and non-products that are entered into the ‘Taxa Federal Empire’s Prohibited Drugs and Stimulant Management Catalog’ are all criminal offences.

It's a hard blow!

But...

Considering the entertainment industry, it seems that these guys are not afraid of being blocked.

Be the deceased's successor.

So...

Ling Ping can also understand.

But he can understand, the law will not.

Ning Qinghong listened.

"Taking drugs?" She looked at the guy who was lying on the ground, his head suppressed by a black-haired monk.

"This is the second time Lord Ling mentioned this matter!"

"Um..."

"Have you even found out the charges for this person?"

Ning Qinghong looked at the suppressed person on the ground who couldn't even move.

The first thing that came to her mind was a famous idiom.

The deer is a horse.

Say you are taking drugs, you are taking drugs.

It must be!

Think about it carefully, this excuse is okay, at least it can be used to fool the media.

Thinking about the media, Ning Qinghong remembered what the Lord Ling mentioned.

"Screen?" Ning Qinghong didn't quite understand: "He is?"

"If I remember correctly, he should be a traffic star!" Lingping introduced to the police officer in a low voice: "What does it seem to be called Taozhan?"

The pottery exhibition! ?

Ning Qinghong thought about it.

Isn't that the traffic that many little girls are following now?

However, Heiyiwei doesn't care about the entertainment industry at all.

No matter the traffic, or the king, to the black guards, they are all people who don't deserve any attention.

Heiyiwei has been busy dealing with all kinds of aliens and awakened transcendents that are constantly emerging every day.

So unless, these guys are dead to touch something that shouldn't be touched.

Just like more than ten years ago, there was a wave of "raising little ghosts" in the entertainment industry.

At that time, the black guard was furious when he found out.

Most of the entertainment circles have been scanned, and many ignorant stars went to jail.

Thinking of this, Ning Qinghong's heart moved.

She faintly felt that she had caught something.

"Sure enough, Lord Spirit will not make a move for no reason..."

"There must be a secret in this person that we haven't discovered!"

Thinking about this, Ning Qinghong realized that the black-haired and black-robed monk's shadow that had been suppressing the man lying on the ground had disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Ning Qinghong's heart was shaken.

"So..."

"The drug-drinking that Young Master Ling said..."

"It means something else!"

Taking drugs is an illegal use of contraband in the world.

Corresponding to the extraordinary world, isn't it the illegal use of sorcery or an evil method that is extremely harmful to society?

Of course...

Perhaps, Lord Ling is still a pun.

It implies that this person has used the sorcery and sorcery that the black guard will never tolerate.

It also implies that you can deal with the media under the guise of ‘drug-taking’.

Thinking about this, Ning Qinghong gratefully said to the young man in front of him: "Thank you young man!"

Then she turned around and ordered the entourage behind her: "Arrest the suspect!"

Since Young Master Ling likes to watch acting, he likes to be confused.

Ning Qinghong will naturally cooperate.

She gave another order: "Search his body carefully to see if there is any contraband!"

"Also, call the headquarters and request a police dog brigade to assist in the investigation!"

The policemen behind her seemed to be shocked, and then they reacted: "Yes! Will... sir!"

Ling Ping'an listened, and muttered in her heart: "Miss Police Officer's last name is Jiang or Jiang?"

However, this kind of thing doesn't need him to worry about.

He cares about one thing now.

So, I asked: "Miss Police Officer...look at...what is going on here, do you want me to help?"

Ning Qinghong listened, and immediately fluttered.

How dare to ask him to assist?

Isn't this telling him plainly that the black guard is incompetent, can't he even do this kind of thing?

Of course~IndoMTL.com~She didn't dare to say too much.

After all, this is the true Buddha!

Don't talk lie in front of the true Buddha!

Have you not seen a weird black canopy hanging over his head?

I haven't seen him, is he still stepping on the twelfth grade black lotus?

So, Ning Qinghong smiled and said: "My son, for the time being... Please leave these things to us..."

"I really need you, we will contact you!"

Lingping nodded: "That's good!"

What he worries the most is to take a statement.

Since there is no need to record a confession, he is naturally happy.

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