Chapter 124 Don’t smash the World (ask for a monthly ticket)

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date="2021-05-11"

title="Chapter 124 Don't smash the World (ask for a monthly ticket)"

weight="129988"

series = ["I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon"]

mode = "manual"

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Ling Ping Ping stood at the door, watching the foreign guest, holding the book he had just bought, and gradually disappeared into the fog.

He also felt as if he was a little drunk.

He hit Yawn.

Looking back, saw that the kitten Best had fallen on the blanket.

"Little guy!" He smiled and pulled down the shutter: "make you gluttonous!"

But then again, without this little guy, he would have missed out on such delicacy.

"the United States of America!" Ling Ping an picked up a crystal again, threw it into his mouth, and quietly felt the sweet taste: "it must be a small foreign country with beautiful scenery!"

"there is a life of pastoral songs in the fields, with a leisurely ease at the foot of the south mountain."

"if I have a chance, I may be able to go there and have a look."

Curiosity is a common hobby of the federal people.

Close the door, put out the light, Ling Ping took the iron box and went up the stairs.

Throw the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

He hit Yawn again, then went to the bedroom, looked up and fell into a sweet sleep.

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Elizabeth came out of the fog and looked back and watched the fog dissipate in front of her.

She held up the Iron Bible in her hand.

The Bible burst into brilliance and unfolded words full of truth before her eyes.

At the same time, another book on her, the Mechanical Gospel, seemed to be attracted by it, floating actively and releasing the brilliance of steel.

The two kinds of brilliance are intertwined and merge with each other.

Eventually both books began to melt.

Finally, it merged into a book and fell into her hands.

Mechanical gospel, began to sing: "ring the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and engine!"

And the Bible of steel begins to bloom the light of truth.

Let Elizabeth have a deeper understanding and understanding of the truth of steel, the mechanical truth.

She piously holds this brand-new scripture, an immortal scripture called the Mechanical True Scripture.

Began to march towards her steel altar.

She knows how to upgrade this steel altar to a mechanical temple!

In addition to flesh and life, she also needs faith!

More faith!

The great spirit of all opportunities needs more beliefs, and the great Gatlin Bodhisattva also needs more followers!

Only with the pious belief of more than 100,000 believers can the steel altar have the possibility of evolution.

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In a daze, Lingping feels his consciousness, as if sitting on a swing, floating aimlessly in the world.

It took him less than a second to float from one side of the world to the other side of the world.

"what a small world it is!" He said.

But dreams are always like this, strange and confused.

Besides, he's a little tipsy.

Even in a dream, don't really want to open eyes.

Just want to continue to float like this, the feeling of playing on the swing is not bad.

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand stroking his head.

In a daze, Ling Ping opened his eyes.

A shadowy female figure stood beside him.

"Mom!" Lingping instinctively shouted.

"I'm not your mother." The figure gently stroked him: "you are just a child born by my belly.". "

"Mom!" But Ling Ping did not care and grabbed her warm hand.

"my child." She asked softly, "how do you feel about the world?"

"it's warm." Ling Ping replied, "I feel good!"

"the people here are very nice!"

"do you want to smash it?"

"Why smash it?!" Ling Ping doesn't quite understand.

"that's good!" The blurred figure slowly disappeared into nothingness, but her gentle voice still came: "you must remember the warmth of this world.". "

"Don't smash it!"

Wake up!

Ling Ping opened her eyes and looked around. He let out a slight sigh.

"I dreamt about it again." He sighed.

Every year, he may have such a dream.

Dream about his mother or father.

And every time, they reminded him not to smash the world.

But the problem is.

Ling touches his head safely: "how can I smash a world?" It's not a glass ball. "

He sat up from the bed, and it was already dawn, and the morning sun was falling from outside.

He knew that he would have such a dream.

Because he's missing.

Miss the warmth of childhood, miss the warmth of the family of three.

It's a pity that.

He can't even remember what his parents look like now.

Only vague figures and impressions can be dreamed only occasionally in dreams.

So, every time he dreamt about it, although he knew it was fake, he still wanted to indulge himself for as long as possible.

Unfortunately, even dreams are short-lived.

To this end, he turned to some psychiatrists and got a diagnosis of his lack of care and the possibility of suffering from traumatic stress disorder.

But the problem is.

He really doesn't have any mental illness, nor does he have a lack of love.

He knew how to play games when he was very young, and learned code words when he grew up.

Life is full and easy, without any stress.

Apart from occasionally missing my childhood life, there are no other problems.

"in a couple of days, let's go to the federal meritorious service cemetery to see their elders." Ling Ping Ping thought, "I haven't visited the two elders for a long time!"

"it's probably because of this that I'm worried about it, and my subconscious reminds me through dreams."

That's about the explanation.

Having figured this out, he became heartless again.

After a simple grooming, Ling Ping thought of the peach tree she had raised upstairs, so she fetched some water and went upstairs.

Push the door open and put the plastic basin by the door.

A small sapling has nodded and sprouted a little twig.

The little one, like a lovely child, swings gently in the breeze.

Ling Ping Ping looks very happy.

He felt that the sapling was like his own child.

So he sprinkled a little water, then squatted down and looked at the sapling: "Little guy, you should grow up healthily!"

"I'm waiting for you to grow up and eat your peaches!"

The young leaves of the saplings, swinging gently, seemed to give an answer.

Ling Ping nodded, turned around, closed the door, and went downstairs.

Before he reached the top of the stairs, a text message came from his mobile phone.

He picked it up and looked at it and his face twitched. 、

A text message is displayed on the phone.

Aunt: little Ping, I will go back to the mainland tomorrow!

Ling swallow safely and swallow.

This aunt, why are you back so soon?

Didn't you agree to stay in the Northern Zhou for three months or even half a year?

Can the speed of archaeological excavations be so fast now?

But he dared not complain more, so he could only pick up his cell phone and enter a message obediently: got it! Auntie!

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