I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Ling Ping lingered in the forest of seafood and meat.

"Little darling..." He asked his pet, "What should we eat?"

The kitten in her arms yawned softly.

Ling Ping Ping smiled and walked to the fish area in front of him.

Puffer fish fillet, tuna fillet, salmon fillet...

There are even more bizarre and curious food such as sea urchins.

"Raw food, this is what a gentleman does!" Ling Ping Ping picked up a plate with a smile, and chose a few pieces of fish sauce at random. He planned to taste it first.

If it doesn't taste good...

Then bite the bullet and eat it!

I can't bother Michiko Chiba at every meal.

Ling Ping'an too wanted to see that little fusang cook--for fear of embarrassment!

Turning around, Ling Ping'an saw a man about his age standing behind him. When the other party saw him turn around, he immediately bowed politely.

Ling Ping An glanced at him and nodded.

He took the plate and walked to a corner.

The man kept looking at Ling Ping.

It wasn't until Ling Ping sat down that he seemed to regret for a moment and walked into the distance lonely.

Lingping looked at this man and shook his head: "A weirdo!"

but……

He is not a curious baby, so he will not talk to people casually just to satisfy his curiosity.

With the lessons of last night.

Ling Ping Ping knew that he should learn a lesson!

In the future, really don't talk to people casually, let alone run around casually with people.

After all, when you are out and about, be careful!

But don't make it so that the auntie will come out to redeem the person in the end, it will be a shame!

However, at the same time, Ling Ping Ping had another thought, quietly wandering in the bottom of his heart.

"An ant, leave him alone!"

This idea is extremely rampant, very domineering, and looks down on everything!

But Ling Ping seemed to feel nothing.

He lowered his head, picked up a knife and fork, and started eating.

"Hope it's delicious!" he said.

Confucius said, "Never get tired of fine food and never get tired of fine food!"

Food is the food of a gentleman!

Thinking that when Chen Deng ate fish soup, he refused to stop when his stomach was full of parasites, and eventually died of parasitic diseases.

Well, it's modern now.

The food is usually sea fish, so there is no need to worry about the risk of parasites.

Therefore, Lingping eats it with confidence.

First a mouthful of tuna potbelly.

Soft in the mouth and rich in oil, but...

"This taste..." Ling Ping Ping sighed: "Not even one-third of Chiba-chan's family!"

Fortunately, it is not bad.

Therefore, Ling Ping Ping was reluctant to hold his nose to fill his stomach.

While eating, he also fed his cat.

However, the little guy seems to be as picky as he is.

Eating is not very happy.

Moreover, looking at the appearance of this product, the food in this imperial capital is not as delicious as the cat food at home!

Ling Ping'an was also happy: "It seems that even the royal family is the same..."

"The things in this restaurant are all about pomp, not about taste..."

"It's just for people to see..."

He shook his head: "I'm really busy!"

But this is the world right now.

What a way!

………………………………

Ouyang Jin walked back to his place in frustration.

Qin Ming looked at it and became surprised: "Why didn't you say hello to Young Master Ling?"

Ouyang Jin glanced at this guy, shook his head, and said, "What do you know?"

"When have you ever seen a real dragon take care of ordinary things? Elephants care about ants?"

Qin Ming didn't quite understand.

In his understanding, that Young Master Ling of Jiangcheng, it is estimated that some elders hold high-ranking positions in the imperial capital, which will attract the attention of this Western Song Dynasty Shixun!

But, there is no big man surnamed Ling in the imperial capital cabinet now?

Could it be some palace minister?

or……

Qin Ming's eyes were blurred, and he thought of a more likely guess.

"A son and nephew of a republican or Datong faction boss?"

The republicans and the Datong factions are both theoretical.

Usually, they are generally stealthy and diving, and only show up when they introduce policies and formulate and preach policies.

As for things like running a country, these bigwigs are generally handed over to the cabinet ministers.

After all, they don't know how to run a country.

Just a pen.

Thinking of this, Qin Ming took out his mobile phone and planned to check the current Republican or Datong faction.

It's easy.

Both the Republic Institute and the Datong Institute's board of directors are publicly available.

However, after searching through the public lists of these two families, there was not a single scholar named Ling.

This made Qin Ming confused.

"Could it be that he can still be the nephew of a certain great protector?"

The Dali Temple Great Protector, who is a living saint of the Federal Empire, known as the "Fengtian Protector", is the gatekeeper and mountain dog of the constitution.

Every great protector can be considered as the benchmark of the morality and law of the federal empire!

Naturally, they are all highly respected and respected legal masters!

So much so that the judgments of the great protectors are often compared with the works of ancient writers.

But it represents the criterion for judging the literary attainments of an era!

But Qin Ming broke his head and did not remember that there was a great protector named Ling in the Dali Temple of the Federal Empire!

He shook his head.

Exactly, at this time, in a group he added yesterday, everyone was discussing the thunderstorm last night.

Say anything.

There were even some people who said, "Last night, there was a great man who taught Fa Barabala".

Qin Ming looked at it and just laughed: "I want to trick me into practicing Taoism again!"

He's been hooked a few times like this.

The first time was Guwu, spent a lot of money and learned nothing.

The second time was a talisman. I didn't know how many so-called "heavenly treasures" I bought, but the hair was useless.

The most recent time, it was someone who encouraged some kind of 'gambling jade'.

It is said that it is a jade dug out of a spiritual vein, which contains good things that can prolong life.

Just bet one piece and get rich.

As a result, millions of dollars were thrown in, and the hair was not caught.

Since then, Qin Ming has stopped believing in ghosts, supernatural beings, Taoism, and ancient martial arts.

They are all liars, all trying to cut leeks.

but……

In the group of letters, an ID suddenly came out and said, "Let me tell you, there is indeed a great person in our Luming Villa, and he is among us... Everyone, be careful!

The ID typed again and said: That Da Neng should be from Jiangcheng. I don't know the exact age and appearance, but... very powerful, very powerful!

Someone asked: How powerful is it? Can you overturn the river and the sea?

The man just typed a hehe.

Qin Ming watched and couldn't help but join the chat. He typed: If you want to say that Jiangcheng is here, I know one...

He continued typing: I was still with him all the way...

Now I met him again. In the cafeteria in Yanlou, he was holding a cat and sitting in a corner...

When he came, I remember that he was later picked up by the eldest princess...

when he sent this last text.

Qin Ming found himself kicked out of the group.

Then, a brand new ID, sent a friend request.

Qin Ming felt inexplicable, he passed the friend application called ID Qingfeng Xulai.

As soon as the man passed, he immediately asked: Is he still there?

Qin Ming raised his head and glanced at it, the young master Ling who was holding the cat was indeed still there.

But when he thought about it, he typed: why should I tell you?

The man answered without hesitation: I give you one million, you tell me he is still there?

Then a transfer was sent.

Qingfeng Xulai will transfer 1,000,000 to you!

Qin Ming swallowed his saliva.

Then answer: Yes, he is in the corner.

Then with trembling fingers, he took the transfer.

The man immediately typed again: I'll give you another million, you help me keep an eye on him, and tell me what's going on at any time, I'll come right over, and when I arrive, I'll give you another five million!

Without waiting for his approval, another transfer was sent.

The breeze is coming, and I will transfer 1,000,000 to you!

Qin Ming swallowed and accepted the money.

He felt strange.

So simple, just two million?

He couldn't help pinching his own flesh.

pain!

it is true!

but……

This is so mysterious!

Qin Ming couldn't help but asked Ouyang Jin, who was opposite him, "Young Master Ouyang, do you believe that a pie can fall from the sky?"

But Ouyang Jin didn't hear it, looked at the dinner plate in front of him stupidly, and didn't speak for a long time.

Until Qin Ming asked again: "Master Ouyang, do you believe that a pie can fall from the sky?"

Ouyang Jin listened and shook his head: "To tell you the truth, Brother Qin..."

He looked at the young man sitting in the distance: "If a pie falls from the sky and falls into your mouth..."

"Then, with a high probability, the person who feeds you the pie must have a greater interest plan..."

"No!" Ouyang Jin smiled, his smile extremely cruel: "Then he must be looking at something from you..."

"Flesh, muscles and bones..."

"There is no love for no reason in this world..."

"So, all the gifts of fate have already been marked with prices in secret!"

"It's not that the time has not come!"

Qin Ming listened, his whole body was cold.

He took his mobile phone and handed it to Ouyang Jin: "This person just transferred two million to me..."

Ouyang Jin looked down at the chat.

He raised his head and looked at Qin Ming.

It's like watching dead people.

Then, he got up immediately and returned the phone to Qin Ming.

This man is so stupid!

Better to stay away.

Otherwise, the sky will be struck by thunder, and it will hit me!

Qin Ming looked at Ouyang Jin and threw the phone back, and then left without looking back. He panicked too!

"Master Ouyang...Master Ouyang...wait for me..."

But Ouyang Jin walked faster!

Finally, holding the invitation letter, swiped the card to enter a safe passage, and then closed the door.

Qin Ming's hands and feet are cold, and now he has tasted something.

Two million!

That is the income of his ancestral property for several years now!

Now, someone casually called him two million, just asked him a question and made a request.

And there will be five million after it is done!

So here comes the problem.

Is that guy an idiot?

Or is he a fool? Have money and nowhere to spend?

If not...

Then comes the problem.

What kind of thing can make people throw such a large sum of money casually without blinking their eyes?

What did he mean by giving this money?

In Qin Ming's mind, three words emerged: money to buy life!

In order to make the dead man willing to die, the big man in ancient times raised him with a lot of money!