I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 352: Petitful Bourgeoisie
Walking in this mist, Song Shihui moved forward firmly.
Because only moving forward is the way to survive.
Everything else is a dead end!
He is very sensitive to sounds.
Including infrasound and ultrasound!
At this moment, in this quiet mist, in Song Shihui's ears, there is actually a howling of countless monsters, and the air is full of whispers of sound waves from various bands.
Only in the front, where the light comes from.
All the whispers and howlings are nothing but nothing.
Incomparably quiet and peaceful.
But...
Song Shihui looked there, and he understood that this might just be an illusion.
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Ling Ping'an leaned on the chair and looked at the pictures in the letter that my aunt had just sent.
The sea, sea birds, cruise ships...
In the distant waves, you can vaguely see the huge figure of humpback whale.
"It's so beautiful..." Seeing the giant whale in the ocean, he made a compliment.
He has liked whales and billowing since he was a child...
Although I have never seen it before, I just love it!
It's a pity...
This kind of love is not enough to make him leave this comfortable home and go to the sea.
It is even more impossible for him to cross the ocean stupidly and go to the Northern Zhou Dynasty and Southern Zhou Dynasty.
Too much trouble!
So, he tapped on the phone: Auntie...Next time you find a whale, remember to take a full shot!
A photo is great.
There is no need to go so far to watch whales!
Putting down the phone, Ling Ping turned around and found that the streets and alleys did not know when it was foggy again.
The hazy fog, across the glass door, seemed a bit permeable.
It feels a bit like a scene in a horror movie.
"Um..." He scratched his head and vomited: "The weather in this city..."
"In my opinion, if this continues, Jiangcheng will simply be called the fog!"
After voicing, he stood up and planned to close the door.
Walking to the door and just pulling the rolling shutter, Lingping heard footsteps outside.
He stopped closing the door and looked over.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat and an old-style top hat walking out of the thick fog.
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Through the fog, Song Shihui walked to the place where the lights flickered.
As described by Situ He, the mist suddenly became thinner near the light source.
This means that you have entered the domain of the bookstore owner.
His real place.
The so-called ‘domain’.
Domain is a concept born as the first ancient **** wakes up after the aura is revived.
It is the product of the distortion of the divine power of the gods.
In the domain, the resurrected gods are almost omniscient and omnipotent.
The domain is also regarded as the core territory of a god, and entering without permission is in unpredictable danger.
So, Song Sihui couldn't help but stop.
He looked at the bookstore in front of him.
The orange light reflected from a plain glass door.
The light and shadow flickered, and a shadow appeared behind the door, pulling his hand on the door as if he was about to close it.
Looking at the shadow, Song Shihui could feel it. The notes that had been suppressing his own, began to show signs of distraction.
It shocked him!
Fortunately, before coming, he had already done his homework, knowing that the bookstore owner had already known that he would arrive at this moment, and now, he happened to appear at the door and acted to close the door.
Song Sihui immediately understood the other party's intentions.
This is beating him: I actually don't really want to meet with ants like you...
I am also demonstrating my own strength: if I see it or not, I just show you my shadow, you will be forever... if you offend me... hehehe...
However, his hand just happened to be placed on the rolling gate when he arrived.
So...
Song Shihui sighed.
The description of think tanks is indeed correct.
This is a proud old god!
His arrogance is reflected in every aspect.
Sighed lightly, Song Shihui immediately arched his hands and said: "The store, is it still open if you don't know?"
Listening to the person behind the door, he opened the glass door.
A head shrouded in mist appeared before his eyes.
In that mist, two stray fires lighted up quietly in the eye sockets, and under the thin cheap lenses, they rose up like stars.
Under the head, there is an extremely thin body.
I wore common clothes and pants, and a pair of cloth slippers on my feet, which looked like they were newly bought, and the labels on the shoes had not been cut off.
An easy-going voice came out from the mist: "Guest... I just got to close here..."
"Come in!" He said.
Song Shihui's eyelids twitched.
Just about to close the door?
Sure enough... Tsundere!
Countless evidences have proved his omniscience and omnipotence.
Not only the black guard knows this, he also knows it.
So, this is a typical pick.
It's even more typical arrogant attitude!
Song Shihui could hear the meaning of the words.
It’s nothing more than: Don’t get me wrong, I’m not targeting you...
The sentence "please come in" that followed immediately exposed this mentality: I did it on purpose!
On this thought, Song Shihui quickly said: "Thank you very much!"
Of course, thanks!
Not only to thank, but also to have a good attitude!
Otherwise...
He might start to get angry with Yin and Yang.
Even simply kick yourself out!
Fortunately, Song Shihui has been used to seeing all kinds of people in Southern Zhou over the years.
So, he doesn't care about these things either.
He was cheeky and walked in.
As soon as he walked in, Song Shihui noticed that this bookstore was unusual.
First of all, it is the interior of the bookstore. Almost all the furnishings are visited in accordance with a rule that is more precise and strict than the golden section.
Even every tile and board on the floor is the same!
At the very front, a deep and silent abyss is slowly rotating.
There is a pitch-like liquid, slowly flowing with the rotation.
In the depths of the abyss, inside the abyss of nothingness, darkness, and no light.
The countless scarlet evil pupils open and close consciously according to a certain pattern.
Just one look, Song Sihui didn't dare to look again.
He quickly retracted his gaze and looked at the bookstore owner in front of him, the ancient god.
Looking at the two points of fire in his eye sockets, Song Shihui immediately arched his hands: "Your Excellency, your bookstore is really exquisite..."
"Did you decorate this place?"
This is both to flatter and to inquire about more information.
In Song Shihui, this arrogant ancient **** would definitely not let go of such a good opportunity to show off!
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Ling'an listened to the guests in front of him, but he didn't understand too much.
"Exquisite?" He thought, and looked at his bookstore again. He couldn't feel any exquisite places, but it was a little cleaner and neater.
"So...commercial blows?"
He smiled and said: "This is just a casual display, not worth mentioning..."
He chuckled and looked at the guest.
The windbreaker that this guest is wearing is very unique, and it seems to be handmade?
Because, Lingping saw many thread ends and obvious traces of needlework.
You need to know that anti-industry is popular these days!
Everything is expensive by hand.
For example, if the same piece of cloth is woven by hand, the price is several times more expensive than machine cloth.
And obviously...In fact, industrial products are more beautiful, stronger, and more advanced.
But many people just like it, but are willing to spend money to pursue it.
Such people are called petty bourgeoisie!
The petty bourgeoisie is the best leek in the eyes of capital.
Because they are the perfect example of consumerism!
Thinking of this, the smile on Lingping's face can no longer hide.
"Guest..." He immediately became enthusiastic: "Please sit down..."
Speaking, he already picked up the tea cup, ran to the counter drawer, twisted out a little tea, and walked to the water dispenser.
Song Sihui watched the sudden change of attitude of the ancient god.
He thought to himself: "Sure enough... As expected..."
The most arrogant person is that others follow him and follow him.
It is best to flatter quietly.
This is their most popular.
Even the three emperors who founded the federal empire, the most enlightened emperor throughout the ages, are the same.
So, he understood that the other party was using such a move to imply that he and the entire black guard: You must listen to me! It's good to listen to me!
This made Song Shihui couldn't help but think of the "Hua Yuan Warrior" plan drawn up by his own think tank.
It's a pity...
He thought about it and knew that the plan was not reliable!
Because...
This man is not only arrogant, but also moody, turning his face to deny people!
If you accidentally slap the flattery on the horse's leg, it will be difficult to clean up.
The black guard does not pursue immediate gains.
The black guard only seeks long-term stability.
So, even if the Huayuan Warrior's plan has huge benefits, the Black Guard will definitely not adopt it.
While thinking about this, the ancient **** already took a cup of tea and handed it over: "Guest, please have tea..."
Song Sihui looked at the cup of tea being handed over.
Golden yellow tea, gurglingly boiling.
The strong psychic energy made him excited.
He understands that just this cup of tea might reduce his penance by three years!
"Thank you!" He quickly thanked.
Ling Ping'an took the opportunity to take a closer look at the leek delivered to the door.
He looks like forty-four-five.
The whole body is clean and tidy.
There seems to be something in the pocket of the trench coat.
A closer look, Ling Ping'an recognized it.
That is a musical instrument.
Exhausted!
"Sure enough, it's a petty bourgeoisie!" Ling Ping'an was even more sure of his own thoughts~IndoMTL.com~This thing is a very old musical instrument.
There are not many people who can play now. If they can play, there will be even less. Play subtle...
It looks like this kind of person is a guest of various music universities.
And, any one, all masters!
So...
Ling'an guessed that this was probably a rich man who had money in his pocket and started chasing something different.
He should be an Internet upstart above the middle class or... an executive in the financial field!
Only such people have the leisure time and resources to play with such hobbies.
The general public, where do you have the patience and funds to play these?
Thinking about this, Lingping's heart becomes hot!