I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 25: Ignorant knowing it

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Get out of the steel gate of the base.

Han Li turned his head and stared for a long time.

Then she strode forward resolutely.

Go here...

Or bring back hope.

Either go forever!

With such determination, Han Li disappeared into the night without looking back.

An hour later, Han Li returned to where he was.

Looking at the dilapidated street in front of him, Hanli took a deep breath, then took the flashlight from his arms and held it carefully.

After praying to the gods and Buddhas in his heart, Hanli closed his eyes and lightly turned on the flashlight.

The electric light shone out and fell on the dark, dilapidated street. Remember the URL m.luoqiuzw. com

The mist gradually arises.

When Hanli opened her eyes, she saw in front of her, the originally dilapidated street had disappeared.

A thick mist enveloped the world ahead.

She finally let go of the worry in her heart and bit her silver teeth, so she stepped in resolutely.

Just stepping into the mist, the chattering in Han Li's ear disappeared cleanly.

In the depths of the fog, a lamp flickered and dimmed, like a star in the sky, swaying in the thick fog where you can't see your fingers.

Han Li looked at it and finally laughed.

She strode over.

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Lingping reluctantly copied the chapter just coded to the release column, and then clicked upload.

Looking at the "Released" displayed on the page, he finally sighed: "This is another copy!"

He wrote this book for one year and four months, and it is finally over.

After feeling melancholy, he started to think.

What's written next?

Ling peacefully scratched his head, lost in thought.

"Why don't I go to the group to ask the opinions of the big guys?"

Thinking about this, he picked up the phone, swiped the screen, and entered a group that had been added for a long time.

He thought for a while, then typed in the chat box and asked: Everyone, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make the new book on the street as popular as you guys?

After a brief silence, someone finally started to answer.

Qi Peijia: Dear friends, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make the new books on the street as popular as you all?

Then copy and paste the IDs one by one.

The eagle eats the chicken: Dear friends, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make the new books on the street as popular as you guys?

New July: Everybody, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make Pujie's new book as popular as you guys?

Xinfeng: Dear friends, Xiaopujie would like to ask, is there any way to make the new books on the street as popular as you all?

……

Densely, more than a dozen IDs lined up to be copied.

In the end, the topic was ended by one person.

The person who called me ugly to the depths of my soul typed out a text: When I was seven, I caught a cicada, thinking I had caught it all summer, when I was seventeen, I kissed her face I thought I could be with her forever. When I was twenty-seven years old, I met her again. I thought I could have another relationship with her, but she told me Bao Yebabai...

So, the style of the group of authors changed again.

Countless people copy this text crazily to form a long dragon.

Ling Ping watched and was silent.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

A figure appeared at the door.

Ling Ping'an raised his head, looked over, and saw the girl from the previous night, standing at the door.

Lingping put down the phone quickly, and stood up a little nervously.

Because, the bag of leaves that this girl mortgaged here last time has been soaked in almost half of the bag in the past few days.

What if someone takes money to redeem, but he can’t give it away, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?

After thinking about it, Ling Ping'an reluctantly pretended to be calm, but actually said with a little guilty conscience: "You are here!"

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Han Li stood at the door, looking inside.

The weird man, sitting in the old wooden counter.

The stream of fire in the eye sockets, like the sun from stars, drags a long trail.

He seemed to have expected it and raised his head, looked at himself, and said softly: "You are here!"

The voice seemed mild, but it fell in Han Li's ears, but it was so magnificent, making her involuntarily tremble, awe, and fear.

It seems that one's own life and death are entirely tied to the other's thoughts.

This feeling makes Hanli involuntarily recall the scene of when he caught up with his friends in the summer of the safe base when he was a child.

Little knows it, and yells ignorantly.

But as everyone knows, it attracts the attention of young children.

So they were picked up one by one and put them into wooden jars.

Some people want to watch them fight for fun.

Someone wanted to explore the survivability and limits of what they knew, so they either dissected it or threw it into boiling water and put it on a campfire.

Some people even want to taste what they know, and throw them into the pan.

All this has nothing to do with good and evil, and there is no clear purpose.

It's just a game where children spend time on summer nights.

Now...

Han Li looked at the weird man in the counter.

His'head' is still shrouded in the mist, only the flow of fire in the eye sockets, flickering bright and dark.

Han Liming realized.

"Perhaps, in his eyes, I and the person under the summer night tree are generally the same..."

"Stupidity and ignorance made me break into this mist..."

"Like the tweet that Xia Ye knew..."

"Fortunately, He is not a child!"

If he was still in his infancy, he would meet in this mist.

Han Li knew that his fate would not be better than the one under the tree.

Han Li corrected his attitude as soon as he thought of this.

She bowed deeply and replied in a very humble tone: "Your Excellency, take the liberty to interrupt again, and look at Haihan!"

If you change someone, you might kneel down immediately and plead in the humblest tone.

But Han Li is a demon hunter born after the cataclysm.

Demon hunters have self-respect.

Adopted her adoptive father and Minister Wang who subsequently educated her to grow up.

They all instilled a truth into Han Li.

Humans, would rather stand to die!

Never kneel down to give birth!

Even if they are gods, demons, and immortals, never want to deprive and distort human freedom and will!

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Lingping looked at the girl at the door~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly bowed deeply and said politely: "Your Excellency, take the liberty to interrupt again, and look at Haihan!"

He knew it immediately.

"It seems that, as I imagined, this girl is probably born in an imperial scholarly family and a very conservative family!"

"These etiquette and gestures are enough to explain the problem!"

Thinking about this, Lingping laughed: "Come in!"

"Thank you very much!" The girl bowed again, then opened the store door and walked in.