I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 431

CEN Mai with Ling Ping’an, from the main hall of the deer hall around the past, around to the back door.

Then quietly open the door, walk into a narrow corridor.

Ling Ping’an couldn’t help asking, “why don’t you go through the main gate?”

CEN Mai looked back at this guy and said, “go through the main gate. Do you want to be known that you have been to Fusang Embassy?”

Ling Ping’an was stunned: “have you ever been to Fusang embassy, what bad influence will it have?”

He really didn’t know that!

CEN Mai laughed: “under normal circumstances, naturally there is no!”

“But…”

“If you come to the underground ball…”

He has a look you know.

Ling Ping An scratched his head, but he still didn’t understand.

CEN Mai had no choice but to introduce: “brother Ling, you probably don’t know that the world is divided into exterior and interior, yin and Yang!”

“I don’t know how many people, formal occasions, well-dressed, gentleman style, once in private It’s true Hey, hey… ”

He walked past a windowsill, took a mask from the windowsill and put it on his face.

Then he turned around and said to Ling Ping An, “look, can you recognize me when I put on my mask?”

Ling Ping an originally wanted to tell him that even if you don’t wear a mask, as long as you don’t meet for two or three hours, my face blindness may make me confuse you with other people.

But after thinking about it, he held back.

After all, shallow talk is taboo.

So he nodded.

But the other side threw a mask into Ling’an’s hand: “put it on!”

“Free your nature!”

Ling Ping’an takes this mask and looks at it. It seems to be the face of Sichuan Opera?

“Liberate nature?” Ling Ping An asked.

“Yes “We are all the products of social and moral discipline,” said Cen Mai, who was wearing a mask of evil spirits

“The school instilled morality into us, the society made rules, and the family brought constraints…”

“But these In fact, they are all imposed on us by others… ”

“The chains that limit, imprison and oppress us!”

“Put on the mask, put down the rules…”

With that, cen Mai indulged in chanting: “Mr. great man, take heaven and earth as a dynasty, take ten thousand periods as a moment, sun and moon as a bridge, and eight wastelands as courtyards and thoroughfares…”

Ling Ping’an listened, as if a string had been stirred in his heart.

He slowly put on the mask.

When the mask is put on the face, a new feeling rises from the heart.

The world in my eyes seems to be wonderful!

Colorful, dense around.

His mentality also changed subtly and strangely.

So ling Ping’an began to laugh. He could not help but ponder in his heart: “listen to the sound of thunder, look at Mount Tai, feel the heat and cold, and feel the desire for gain. If you look down at all things, you will disturb them like duckweed in Jianghan three years; if you look down on them, you will disturb them like moths and moths! ”

CEN Mai watched Ling Ping’an put on the mask. He laughed and felt very proud. He felt that he had saved a lost man.

So, swaggering toward the shining lights, the noise of the dance floor.

As he walked, he said, “come on…”

But

Ling Ping’an, however, whispered in the same place: “the weevil and the moth flies…”

He repeated: “the worm and the moth…”

“All things in the world are just like this!”

The world, in his eyes, suddenly became small.

The loneliness and indifference that had been suppressed in my heart rose.

In his view, all the people in this world have become ephemeral objects.

All of them are dull in a moment.

In his arms, the body of the kitten, best, seems to be nervous.

The hair all over the body stands up one by one.

Ling Ping’an looks at it, smiles and touches it gently: “don’t be afraid!” “I won’t hurt you,” he whispered

So he strode forward.

Under the mask of the heart, but in an instant arrogance to the extreme!

Spiritual peace even felt that at this moment, he was not alone.

Liu Ling, Li Bai Countless poets he once liked are attached at this moment.

He was just like Liu Ling when he was drunk.

It’s just a moth in a moment, a moth in the morning and a moth in the evening.

For everything in this world, he is as natural and unrestrained as Li Bai.

The son of heaven calls himself an immortal in wine!

Wrong!

What is the son of heaven?

Ling Ping’an raised his head, and the son of heaven was nothing but a matter of life and death.

He is a great man.The great man who regards heaven and earth as a dynasty and takes Wanqi as a moment!

The sun and the moon are just a window made of paper. They are just a corner of the courtyard.

It’s no big deal. It’s no big deal.

At the moment, there is only one feeling in Ling’an’s heart: a drop in the sea, sighing at the shortness of the Yangtze River and the lack of light of the sun and the moon.

So, hold the moon to sleep, take Feixian as maidservant!

The universe is just a pond!

He gently raised his feet.

Take a step forward.

The footstep is light, stepping on the earth, just like stepping on the sponge.

He laughed.

But there is a feeling in my heart, which is not good.

Don’t play like this in the future.

But now

Play first!

He felt his cat. It was very small, soft and smooth. It was like touching the beautiful woman in the book.

There is fragrance in the nose.

The fragrance seeped into his heart, making his spirit a little excited.

Following Cen Mai’s steps, he walked into the dance floor in front of him.

Dancing lights swaying in front of my eyes, countless men and women, swaying with the manic music.

But

“What kind of music is that?” Ling Ping’an shook his head: “such a low level, full of mistakes, no nutritional noise is also called music?”

I don’t know why. At this moment, Ling Ping’an feels very clear.

What I have seen before, or even what I have just aimed at, is in my mind.

He even developed a sense of omnipotence.

“It’s too much of Liu Ling’s attachment!” He thought.

But it feels good.

So, even if you know it’s not right.

But he also enjoyed it.

In a word, I don’t think of Shu when I’m happy.

“Is this heaven’s God?” Ling Ping thought.

In front of him, the figure of Cen Mai, wearing a mask, has already mixed into the dance floor and swayed with the music.

Ling Ping An shook his head: “boring!”

The men and women on the dance floor were really boring in his eyes.

Just as humans don’t wonder about ant balls in ant nests.

In his eyes, it’s just a swing dance. It’s a waste of time.

There is not only no beauty to speak of, but also no technology to speak of.

The key lies in the low, stupid and useless!

Real dance is always

The dance of civilization

The dance of war

The dance of survival

Or

Dance of truth!

He didn’t know why he had these ideas.

But that’s what he thought.

Such music, such dance.

It’s not good for Ling Ping’an.

So he stepped forward to the music stage above the dance floor.

He’s going to tell these people, what’s real music like in his eyes? What is the real dance!

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