Blind Leek

As the owner of an ordinary bookstore, Ling PingAn’s biggest wish was to muddle through life and do absolutely nothing. 
 
However, customers that were right in the middle of their pubescent crisis kept visiting his store in the dead of night.
 
For the sake of his business, Ling PingAn had to mimic their childish tones, sparing no effort to promote the books in his store.
 
When he finally managed to sell his books after going through a great verbal tug-o-war, each and every one of them said that they don’t have money, and that they wish to use various tools that were seemingly divine artifacts as pledge.
 
Looking at these customers, Ling PingAn could only agree to them resignedly.
 
But little did he know that every single book that these customers purchased from him had altered in appearance.
 
“Secrets of Cosplay” became “Lower Abyss Research Report”
 
“Stellaris: Settings for Synth Ascension” was in fact “Gospel for Synthetic Beings”
 
What’s more, in the eyes of these customers, he was actually a horrifying ruler of Diablos, an indefinable entity that held the reins of all realms.
 
In this regard, Ling PingAn said, “I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.
 

I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Zhang Hui walked out of the fog with a flashlight.

The moment he stepped out of the fog, he couldn't help but touch his back.

"Only today do I know why the Ancients said that accompanying a ruler is like accompanying a tiger..."

Recalling the experience just now, Zhang Hui couldn't help but sigh.

That ancient god was so temperamental that no one could control him.

The contact just now had undoubtedly revealed these two characteristics of his.

Fortunately, he had finally passed the danger.

Moreover, he had obtained his personal permission.

Recalling his final request or order, Zhang Hui felt his fingers tremble with excitement.

It meant that the ancient God had come down personally.

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