I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 189: Please trust me

The thirteen witches stared at the scene in front of them in a daze.

An ordinary-looking oriental man, standing by a wooden counter.

He has a sincere smile on his face, and he doesn't look fake.

But...

On his shoulder, a little black cat stands alone.

The brilliance of the pyramid reflects his divine body.

The authority of the guardian has obviously returned.

The witches swallowed.

They saw Mr. A sitting on the sofa, like a good baby, who didn't even dare to move.

At this moment, the leader of the Beast Sect is comparable to a kid in the kindergarten.

He was sitting on the sofa with his head down, the Pharaoh’s scepter was placed aside, and the sphinx mask hung down deeply.

He didn't even dare to look up at the witches who had come to the door.

"What's wrong?" a witch thought.

Obviously they remember it very clearly, they were separated from Mr. A within ten minutes!

Ten minutes!

The leader of the Beast Sect, the Cthulhu apostle who was enough to stop children from crying at night in Qinlu and Kunlun, became like this.

But soon, the witches knew why.

Under the gentle moonlight like water, they felt it.

There are horrible and evil whispers, singing in a low voice.

From their souls, but also from their bodies.

Amidst this unspeakable horror moaning, the witches of the Banquet were terrified to find that the psychic energy in their bodies had disappeared!

And...

They also lost all control of their bodies at the same time.

Although, you can still think, and even seem to be able to move freely.

But...

How to say...how to do...

I can't help them anymore!

They feel that at this moment, they are like puppets being manipulated, machines being controlled.

You must follow the lines to move, and you must follow the code.

Otherwise...

So they collectively became dumb.

Feasting witches, finally know what is scared, what is terror!

Their bodies shuddered involuntarily.

At this time, they heard the Eastern voice: "Come in!"

The simple three words are full of majesty, as if they have power.

"It's okay, don't worry everyone!" He smiled, extraordinarily scary and extraordinarily infiltrating!

Obviously just a thin and ordinary person, obviously there is no psychic energy fluctuation in the whole body, obviously...

But every word seems to contain infinite power.

Each syllable exudes terrifying and deep ripples.

The feasting witches, trembling and helpless, obediently obeyed his instructions.

They walked in.

Went into this seemingly ordinary bookstore.

They didn't know the true face of this bookstore until they stepped into it.

Under the floor, a terrifying and powerful, indescribable monster is dormant.

On the ceiling, countless compound eyes peeped through the gap.

One after another tentacle appeared from the shadows of the witches.

They gently entangled the shadows of the witches.

The witches finally know, Mr. A is so well-behaved.

The light shines on Mr. A's figure.

The true shadow of the leader of the Beast sect was reflected.

But, at this moment, the shadow of the leader of the Beasts sect has completely and respectfully crawled on the floor.

He is shaking!

He is shaking!

He is scared!

He is confessing!

The witches followed Mr. A's shadow creeping direction and looked forward.

Then they are exactly the same as Mr. A.

The body is trembling in fear, and the soul is confessing in fear.

They wanted to kneel down, but they were not allowed.

So, I could only let my own shadow, like Mr. A, crawl down and throw his five bodies on the ground.

Because...

In the front, a figure of pure black has appeared.

A pure **** as pure as agate stone.

The nebula is looming in his skin and body.

Infinite chaos hides him.

But...

At this moment, the black **** of feast is kneeling on one knee.

He lowered his head, and his direction was the ordinary Easterner.

The Feasting Witches finally knew that they had committed a sin that could not be forgiven even if they died ten thousand times!

They were once hostile to the people their gods serve! ?

What a foolish and unforgivable sin this is!

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Ling'an looked at these ten women, all wearing black robes and covering their bodies.

These poor people are very scared.

The body is shaking.

Obviously...

Ling'an guessed...

Are they members of a circus or acrobatic troupe?

He turned his head to look at the dumb man in the strange mask, and looked at the things on these women again.

They were all wearing low-quality crystals that looked cheap.

It's the kind of ornaments that are sold for a few dollars on the floor.

He sighed softly and sighed in his heart: "The Internet is a good thing for most people..."

"But for these small circuses that rely on traditional models, it will be a disaster!"

In the past, when Lingping was a child, he often saw puppet shows, plays, acrobatics and circuses at temple fairs.

But since the rise of the Internet.

These professions have suffered a devastating blow to dimensionality reduction!

The market they depend on for their livelihood has been swallowed up by the Internet.

Except for a small number of people, they have successfully transformed themselves and become Internet celebrities through the wind of the Internet.

For the rest, even maintaining a living is quite difficult.

Especially groups like this...

Lingping's brain made up for a deeply disabled, but physically disabled head, with a dozen poor people with the same illness.

They go north and south, trying to rely on their own labor to fill their stomachs.

But...

As time passed year by year, fewer and fewer people were willing to invite them.

Finally, as they did in the past, they walked to Jiangcheng in an vain attempt to obtain a business, only to find that this city that was once eager for acrobatic performances no longer had a place for them!

The money he carried was exhausted.

After selling the last items, he couldn't raise travel expenses, and he didn't even have enough money.

In desperation, the desperate leader came out alone to beg.

I found his missing members and went out to look for them in the middle of the night.

It's so song and tear!

Of course...

Lingping knows that maybe it is not.

However, no matter what the facts are, it is clear that he alone cannot solve this matter.

So, he smiled and said to these women: "Don't be afraid..."

"I will help you!"

So, he picked up the phone and dialed the number left by the police officer last time.

It didn't take long for Mr. Officer to connect.

"Hi! Sir, I am in peace..."

"Well... the bookstore owner who called the police last time..."

He turned his head, looked at the women who were obviously scared and fearful, and looked at the man with his head down and a face of ashamed and afraid to raise his head.

So, he asked the police officer on the opposite side of the phone: "That's it, there is something, I have to trouble you..."

"I have some poor people here..."

"I hope you can think of a way, can you find an organization or contact a foundation, and arrange it..."

"Yes..."

"Um..."

"Please come here as soon as possible!"

Ling Ping put down the phone, turned around, and looked at people who seemed to be afraid of hearing the word police officer.

He comforted: "Don't be afraid, everyone!"

"Please believe me!" He smiled and said sincerely: "I will help you..."

"I will help you and regain your life!"

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Mr. A raised his head and looked at the seemingly ordinary man with a sincere smile on his face.

He spoke slowly, with a gentle but plain language.

But...

Every word he said, heard in Mr. A's ears, making his soul and body tremble.

"Don't be afraid..."

You can choose not to be afraid, if you are brave enough!

"Please trust me..."

If you don't believe it, go to death!

"I will help you..."

Obey me, obey me, fear me! Ants!

"I will help you and regain your life!"

Stupid ants! You must pay for your blasphemy and contempt!

If you fail to obey 10,000% and obey my instructions!

Mr. A's eyes are dark, silent, and deep.

Horrible chatter and crazy monsters surround him.

So he knew, if he couldn't obey and obey ten thousand percent.

Then he will inevitably drown in the craziest dreamland, eaten by monsters again and again, and repeat the tragic painful death again and again in madness!

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In the monitoring room.

Situ He is watching the video from the camera.

In the bookstore, Mr. A and the thirteen feasting witches are sitting and standing like wood.

The bookstore owner, holding the phone, doesn't know who he is talking to.

The black guard, of course no one dared to eavesdrop on his phone.

Not only because, doing so might irritate Him.

Because no one can eavesdrop!

The last recording incident has made them understand that the voice of the bookstore owner can be heard in person.

But if anyone wants to record...

Be prepared to face Him directly!

At least be prepared to face an indescribable monster coming to you!

So...

Situ He will inevitably become curious.

"Who is he talking to?"

No one can answer Situ He’s question.

But ~IndoMTL.com~ Situ He's own cell phone rang after a while.

He picked it up in confusion, looked at the number displayed on the phone, and then connected: "Um..."

"What?" He stood up.

"Hmm..." He barely suppressed his inner excitement, put down his phone, and looked at Li Shouyi who was sitting aside.

"The Governor..." Situ He's voice trembled.

"Target called..." Situ He said, "He said that there are some poor people who want the Federal Empire to receive..."

Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the footage captured by the camera.

The code name of the leader of the Beast Sect is A.

Thirteen feasting witches.

He is talking about poor people, are they?

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