I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Ling Ping was lying on the chair, patted her full stomach, brushed her mobile phone comfortably, and bragged about the awesomeness of the world with a group of friends in the group.

"Do you know?" In the penguin colony, someone typed mysteriously: "Today, in the Kingdom of Flange over Qin Lu, a dark soldier appeared in broad daylight..."

"I was flirting with my sister at the Arc de Triomphe. As soon as I flirted, I saw the ghost of an old guard from two hundred years ago, carrying a military flag, singing military songs, and walking through the streets!"

"Now the French are crazy!"

Ling Ping'an looked at it, couldn't help laughing, then typed and asked, "Do you have any photos?"

"Yes... Countless people took pictures at that time, and I took them too!" the person said: "But the negatives that came out were nothing..."

"It's so weird!"

Ling Ping Ping shook his head and thought, "This trick again!"

"It's a pity buddy is not eight years old anymore..."

"What Bermuda Triangle, the Loch Ness monster, the aliens in Northern Zhou..."

"I won't be able to deceive my buddy any more!"

Just as he was about to turn off the penguin, he found that an avatar in the communication bar started to move.

Ling Ping Ping saw it and hurriedly sat up.

Then click on the avatar and see the message sent by the other party.

Mung Bean: Peace, are you fishing?

Ping An is his pseudonym, and Mungdou is his editor-in-chief.

No!

Lingping flatly denied it, and replied by typing: Editor-in-chief, you have to believe me, I never fish.

Mung bean: hehe...

Ling Ping'an knew that the trick was seen through, so he had to type: Editor-in-chief, I really haven't been fishing, I'm just looking for materials and inspiration!

The other party knew him too well, so he typed immediately: You should start your new writing as soon as possible!

OK!

Ling Ping agreed.

Then, he put down his phone and said to himself, "I really have to think about what to write!"

Writing novels is a hobby after all.

His positivity is still very high.

So, he turned on his mobile phone, cut into the novel reading software, and began to find those novels with good grades from the ranking list.

When writing novels, learning is very important.

………………………………

The small federal official plane slowly landed at Jiangcheng Airport.

Situ He, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately went to meet him.

The cabin door opened, and a man in his forties with a serious expression stepped out.

"Your Excellency, welcome!" Wang Andao, Governor of Guangnan, stepped forward first and shook hands with the visitor: "Please, Your Excellency, please convey to Your Majesty the sincerity of Wei Chen to His Majesty and the loyalty to the Federation!"

The imperial family of the empire has now been ruled for two hundred years.

But the reputation and prestige of the royal family are still very prosperous.

Especially with the passage of time, with the development of the times.

In this world, there will always be some old and young who miss the past.

In the Commonwealth Empire, the Republicans are the concentrated representatives of these people.

Coincidentally, Wang Andao's stance is republican.

"The governor's words are serious!" Zhang Hui just nodded slightly.

The attitude of the royal family to the common administration has been consistent for two hundred years-governing with the arches.

After all, whether the center or the local officials, they are all chosen by citizens of the Federal Empire, one person, one vote.

They are the representatives of heaven.

And the sky is a collection of people.

The emperor is the Son of Heaven.

How can a son casually instruct and order the representatives of his parents?

Isn't that unfilial?

Without chatting too much with these local officials, Zhang Hui went to Situ He.

The two hands were tightly clasped together.

"Your Excellency..." Situ He released his hand and handed over the prepared material bag: "This is the relevant material sorted out by my subordinate..."

"Yeah!" Zhang Hui didn't say much: "Let's go to the car and talk in detail!"

Half an hour later, Zhang Hui ended the chat with the local clerks and boarded the special car Situ He prepared for him.

Sitting on the back seat of the large car, Zhang Hui took out the material inside the material bag and looked at it carefully.

"Hmm..." He put down the materials in his hand and said to Situ He, "Have the half-life been determined?"

"Yeah!" Situ He replied, "Scholar Zeng Jing, after careful calculation, he concluded that the half-life of both clothing and the psionic substances extracted from household garbage is a stable one hour!"

"Every hour, their energy levels drop by half!"

"Six or seven hours have passed now... The psychic substances extracted from the household garbage have been normalized..."

"And the protective power of those clothes has dropped to a Class B vest!"

"Hey!" Zhang Hui heard the words and took a breath.

He understood what that meant.

This means that the goal itself is an unimaginable existence.

Everything around him will be infected by the spiritual energy that he unconsciously emits.

"Is there a way to slow down the decay of this half-life?" Zhang Hui asked.

"It's still being tested..." Situ He was full of confidence in this regard: "My subordinates believe that as long as there are enough samples tested, there will always be a way!"

"Yeah!" Zhang Hui nodded, and then he flipped through the relevant data files.

"Target's parents, fourteen years ago, died in Kunlun Prefecture..."

"His mother's younger sister served as his guardian...until he graduated from college..."

"Have you checked the target's past behavior?" Zhang Hui asked.

"In the name of social research and investigation, my subordinates conducted a census on the teachers and classmates of the target university, high school, junior high school, and elementary school..."

"It's interesting that..."

"Most respondents said they didn't remember much or replied 'there seems to be such a person, but it's been too long to remember', and only one or two people can name the target after being reminded..."

"Huh?" Zhang Hui didn't quite understand: "Is there a problem?"

"One or two said this, of course there is no problem..." Situ He said: "But if most people say this, then there must be a problem!"

Zhang Hui nodded, then congratulated Situ: "Tonight, will the fog you mentioned appear?"

"Subordinates are not quite sure!" Situ He couldn't be sure.

"Then tonight, I'll try it out!"

"Do you want General Situ together?"

Hearing this, Situ He shook his head: "My subordinates think it's better not to be easily disturbed..."

"Because the target is too mysterious!"

He remembered everything he saw last night, and so far he still has lingering fears.

"It doesn't matter!" Zhang Hui said easily: "We need to contact him sooner or later!"

"Determine his attitudes and likes and dislikes..."

Situ He had no choice but to nod his head: "Then the subordinates are more respectful than obedient!"

But I don't know why, and my heart is a little worried.

"Don't be afraid!" Zhang Hui patted Situ He on the shoulder: "Since all the activities and trajectories of the target indicate that he has no malice towards the Federation and the surrounding area..."

"You don't need to worry too much!"

"That's right!" Zhang Hui took out an invitation from his arms and handed it to Situ He: "The little girl is getting married on the third day of next month. If General Situ is free, please come over!"

Situ He took the invitation and nodded again and again: "My subordinates must be here!"

Thank you for the 500 points for "Sleeping Soon"!

Thanks for the 100 points for each of 'Two Sentences at Most', 'Book Friend 20190122102640248', 'Don't Call Meow', 'lyl3646', 'ql San', 'Book Friend 20200214194425582'!

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