I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 242

The bus stopped at the terminal.

Ling Ping An holds his pet and walks out with the crowd.

This bus stop is very busy now.

People are everywhere.

As a result, Lingping can only follow the crowd slowly.

Even so, he was squeezed a little uncomfortable, had to walk aside, and accidentally ran into the curtain of a garage in the station.

Whoa!

A piece of metal blade fell off.

Ling Ping’an quickly picked it up and put it back on the curtain.

At this time, a man in the uniform of a mechanic poked his head out of it.

He looked at Ling Ping’an, with a large blue spot on his chin, which was exposed.

If it’s ordinary people, it’s estimated that they will be shocked.

But Lingping turned a blind eye.

Everyone in the world looks the same in his eyes.

That green spot, in his eyes, even a little cute!

It’s like humans looking at the spots on orcas.

“I’m sorry!” Ling Ping An apologized immediately.

“It doesn’t matter!” The other side said lightly.

Meow!

The kitten in Ling Ping’an’s arms gave a gentle cry.

It gave him an extra look.

Ling Ping’an immediately smiles and walks forward with her cat.

The general looked at the young man holding the cat and slowly disappearing into the crowd.

He frowned slightly.

“Is that cat a little weird?” He thought, “is it a powerful cat demon?”

“But why is it in the hands of a seemingly powerless human being?”

The soul of the eight trigrams of the Zombie King is burning.

Ning caichen, Xu Xian

Names were spinning in his mind.

At this time, a chubby man called out in a car: “master Jiang…”

“There seems to be something wrong with my clutch!”

The general and Minister immediately walked over with a smile and asked, “where?”

Zombie King loves machines.

Mainly because of the smell of oil, he can forget the impulse of bloodthirsty.

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Holding the kitten, following the crowd, dense stream of people, mighty, emerged next to the station of the federal army base range.

Here, it is already a sea of people.

According to conservative estimates, hundreds of thousands of people have poured into the range.

Moreover, the crowd is still coming.

Teacher’s Day celebration, like the spring festival celebration, is the two largest celebrations in the federal empire!

In terms of scale, it is almost smaller than the scale of the celebration held by the new emperor when he ascended the throne.

Therefore, a large number of police and even militia maintain order around the square.

Thousands of volunteers have joined the celebration tonight.

Thanks to the hard work of these people, the army shooting range is in good order, and hundreds of thousands of people follow the arrangement orderly.

Lingping arranged for the north gate.

He was in line, holding pets, following the crowd, orderly admission.

Just then, on the side of his entrance, there is a VIP passage.

A red carpet at the entrance.

A star, under the guidance of the staff, to the entrance.

Countless star chasing girls waving AIDS and banners screamed.

“Zhang Mingyao! Zhang Mingyao! Bright as jade, shining stars

“Xiao Ye! Xiao Ye! The city will be destroyed in a flash of time

The two groups of fans are competing with each other.

The voice of shouting makes people look sideways.

I saw two male stars in formal clothes walking hand in hand with the staff.

Countless flash lights are on one after another.

And the star girls are totally crazy.

“Ah Zhang Mingyao! Zhang Mingyao! Look at mom

“Xiao Ye! Xiao Ye! Mom’s here! Look at mom… ”

“Ah Zhang Mingyao looked at me… ”

Countless people, yelling, screaming.

Ling Ping An was stunned.

“Is it like this for young people today?” He scratched his head and felt really old.

When he went to school, he remembered that at that time, star chasing girls preferred to call their husbands.

How come you’re a mom now?

As it happens, the uncle in front of him can’t see the situation.

He said in a low voice, “the wind of the world is going down, the wind of the world is going down!”

Next to the uncle, a man with a camera said, “brother Zhang, don’t be angry These flows will not last long… “”Especially these two…”

He said in a low voice: “I heard that the two of them were able to make fire because the company behind them sent them to a temple in Nanyang and invited the Little Devil Back…”

“But it’s a magic trick. Once discovered, the future will be destroyed.”

Ling Ping An listens and shrugs his shoulders.

Kid? Magic?

Conspiracy theorists are everywhere.

But that’s what the federal empire is like!

People always like to doubt, always like to doubt everything.

Fortunately, these conspiracy theorists are scattered and seriously divided.

So, it can’t lift any waves.

At this time, it was Ling Ping’an’s turn. He followed the crowd and went to the security gate. After passing through a long security channel, he entered the shooting range.

This range was built more than 100 years ago.

So, it’s abandoned.

Look, the infrastructure quality of the federal empire is very good, so even if it is abandoned, it is still in good condition.

A simple change can be used to undertake large-scale celebrations like this evening.

With the crowd, under the guidance of volunteers, Ling Ping An sat down in a prepared meeting place.

In front of them, each big screen has been lit up.

Through these large screens, the audience can see the performance on the main stage even if it is far away from the main stage.

At this time, a singer was performing on the main stage.

He gently sings the old songs that were popular decades ago.

“Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green to the sky…”

I can see that the singer’s singing skills are not bad.

Unfortunately

Not many people like this old song, and he doesn’t seem to have many fans.

Therefore, it did not cause much response.

But Ling Ping An likes this kind of singing!

He held the kitten in his arms and listened with his eyes closed.

“Not bad!” He laughed.

Then a man sat down beside him.

The man looked at spiritual peace and was surprised: “Sir, are you here, too?”

Ling Ping an opened his eyes, looked at the man, and laughed: “guest, it’s predestined…”

“It’s true…” “Did you come here on purpose today?” he said with a smile

“Well!” Ling Ping’an nodded: “it’s boring to be bored at home, so let’s go out and have a look…”

“How do you feel?” The other side seems to be a little careful.

“I don’t know yet…” Ling Ping An said seriously, “look at the performance.”

Well

He is very strict!

Every Spring Festival Gala, in his place is a negative score!

The other side took a deep breath.

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