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

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when Hu Nuonuo left.

Ling Ping'an closed the door and was about to go back to bed to read the news and play a few games.

However, when he turned his head, he noticed a gilded invitation card on the shoe cabinet at the door.

"Who put it here?" he picked it up and looked at the invitation card.

The invitation card was framed exquisitely and smelled of sandalwood.

It seemed to be made in an ancient temple.

He waved his hand and opened the invitation card, but there were no words inside.

"A blank invitation card?" he smiled and put it back to its original place.

He walked to the bedside, took off his shoes, and leaned against the bedside cabinet, continuing to read the news.

He was very concerned about Legend of Nightmare's development.

After all, this was a matter of whether or not he could just sit around and wait for death to come!

Celestial Dragon Carnival (1)