I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 432: Mr. Adult

Cen Mai walked around from the main hall of Luming Hall to the back door with peace of mind.

Then quietly opened the door and walked into a long and narrow corridor.

Ling Ping'an couldn't help asking: "Why don't you go to the front door?"

Cen Mai looked back at this guy and said, "Go to the main entrance. Do you want others to know that you have been to the Fusang Embassy?"

Ling Ping'an was stunned: "I have been to Fusang Embassy, ​​will there be any bad effects?"

He really doesn't know this!

Cen Mai laughed happily: "Under normal circumstances, naturally there is no!"

"But..."

"If you came to the underground dance..."

He showed a look you understand.

Lingping scratched his head, still not quite clear.

Cen Mai has no choice but to introduce it: "Brother Ling, you probably don't know, this world has outer and inner, yin and yang points!"

"I don't know how many people, formal occasions, well-dressed, gentleman manner, once in private...the original shape is revealed...hehe..."

He walked across a window sill, took a mask from the window sill, and put it on his face.

Then turned around and said peacefully to Ling: "Look, I put on a mask, can you still recognize me?"

Ling Ping An 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 cause me to confuse you with other people.

But after thinking about it, he held back.

After all, it is a taboo to talk shallowly and deeply.

So, he nodded.

The other party casually threw a mask on Ling'an's hands: "Put it on!"

"Free your nature!"

Ling Ping'an took this mask and looked at it, it seemed to be the facial makeup of Sichuan opera?

"Liberate nature?" Lingping asked.

"Yes!" Cen Mai, wearing a ghost mask with green fangs, said: "We are all products of social and moral discipline!"

"Schools instill in us morality, society has formulated various rules, and families have brought various constraints..."

"But these... are actually imposed on us by others..."

"The shackles that restrict, imprison and oppress us!"

"Put on the mask and put down those rules..."

Speaking, Cen Mai chanted indulgently: "Mr. Lord, he regards heaven and earth as a dynasty, ten thousand periods as a dynasty, the sun and the moon as a concubine, and the eight wastes as a court..."

Ling Pingping listened, as if a string had been plucked in his heart.

He slowly put on the facial mask.

The mask was put on the face, a new feeling rose from the heart.

The world you see in your eyes seems to have become more exciting!

Colorful, encircled.

His mentality has also undergone extremely subtle and peculiar changes.

So, Ling Ping'an laughed, and couldn't help but ponder in his heart: "I can't help hearing the sound of thunder, I don't see the shape of Mount Tai, I don't feel the muscles of cold and heat, and the feelings of desire. Looking down on everything, disturbing Yan is like a duckweed for three years in the Jianghan and Han dynasties; the second hero is like a dragonfly and a moth!"

Cen Mai watched Lingping put on the mask. He laughed, very proud, feeling that he had saved another lost person.

So, swaggering towards the dance floor where the lights are shining and the voice is full.

While walking, he greeted: "Come on..."

But...

Ling Ping An said softly in the same place: "The scorpion and the worm..."

He repeats: "The worm and the worm..."

"All things in the world, nothing more than this!"

The world instantly became small in his eyes.

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

In his opinion, all people in this world have become mayfly things.

Everything was instantly dull.

In his arms, Kitty Best's body seemed to be tense.

The hairs all stand up.

Lingping looked at it, laughed, and stroked it lightly: "Don't be afraid!" He soothed in a low voice: "Little boy, I won't hurt you!"

So he strode forward.

The human heart under the mask is extremely arrogant in an instant!

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

Liu Ling, Li Bai... countless poets he had liked are possessed at this moment.

To this world, he is like Liu Ling when he was drunk.

It's just a scorpion of a beard, a moth of life and death.

For everything in this world, he is as cool as Li Bai.

The emperor couldn't get on the ship, and he claimed that the minister was a fairy in wine!

Wrong!

What is the emperor?

Ling Ping'an raised his head, and the emperor was nothing but a thing of life and death.

He is Mr. Adult.

Mr. Lord, who regards heaven and earth as one dynasty, and Wanqi as the last moment!

The sun and the moon are just a paper window, full of waste, but only a corner in the yard.

Nothing great, no big deal.

At this moment, there is only one feeling in Lingping's heart: a drop in the ocean, looking at the shortness of the Yangtze River and sighing the lack of light of the sun and moon.

So, hug the moon to sleep, and take Fei Xian as a maid!

The universe is just a pond!

He lifted his feet gently.

Take a gentle step forward.

The footsteps are light and light, stepping on the ground, like stepping on a sponge.

He smiled.

But there is a faint feeling in my heart, which is very bad.

Don't play like this in the future.

But now...

Let’s play it first!

He touched his cat. The kitten is very small, with a very soft body, and very smooth to touch, like the peerless beauty written in the petting book, the Allure.

There is more faint fragrance in the nose.

The fragrance filled his heart, making him a little excited.

Following in Cen Mai's footsteps, he walked onto the dance floor in front of him.

The dancing lights swayed in front of my eyes, and countless men and women swayed with the manic music.

But...

"What kind of music is this?" Lingping shook his head: "Such low-level, full of errors, and nutritious noise is also worthy of music?"

I don't know why, at this moment, Lingping feels that his mind is so clear.

Things I have seen before, or even just glanced at, exist in my head.

He even felt that he was omnipotent.

"This Liu Ling's possession is too much!" he thought.

But it feels good.

So, even if you know it’s not right.

But he also enjoys it.

In one sentence: reluctant to think about Shu.

"Is this the sky*?" Lingping thought.

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

Lingping shook his head: "boring!"

The men and women on the dance floor are indeed boring in his eyes.

Just like humans are not curious about the ants' ball in the ant nest.

In his eyes, this is just a rocking dance, which is a waste of time.

Not only is there no sense of beauty, but also no technology at all.

The key lies in inferiority, stupidity, and uselessness!

Real dance~IndoMTL.com~ It has always been...

The dance of civilization...

The dance of war...

Dance of Survival...

Or...

Dance of truth!

He didn't know why he had these thoughts.

But that's what he thought in his mind.

Such an obsessive voice, such an inferior dance.

Ling Lingping is very upset.

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

He wants to tell these people, what is the real music in these worms and scorpions in his eyes? What is real dance!

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