"Kongba Wa!"
A young girl riding an electric scooter brought a takeout box to the counter and bowed deeply. "Ling-san, your beef rice is ready!"
Ling Ping'an, who was playing games, did not raise his head and replied, "Put it there!"
"Please enjoy your meal! Remember to give me a five-star rating! "The girl bowed again.
"Of course!" Ling Ping'an reached out and made an OK gesture.
However, the girl did not leave immediately. Instead, she stood in front of the counter.
When Ling Ping'an finished playing the game, he raised his head and found that the girl was still standing in front of the counter.
"What's wrong?" Ling Ping'an asked, "Miss Chiba, what's the matter?"
The young girl held a very exquisitely printed booklet and handed it to Ling Ping'an. Then, she bowed deeply, "Thank you, Ling-san!"
"I would like to ask you to take some time to read this booklet!"
Ling Ping'an took it and realized that it was a brochure.
On the cover was a beautiful girl wearing a traditional Japanese kimono. The words "Japan's entry into China requires your crucial vote!" were written in standard script.
Flipping open the booklet, it was filled with exquisite drawings and meticulously engraved words.
There were beautiful cherry blossoms on Mount Fuji, old courtyards in Kyoto, and annual festivals in Akihabara.
There were also many famous people in Fu Sang's history.
As usual, Master Jian Zhen was in the center position.
Other than that, there were also the three hundred years of friendship between the people of Fusang and the people of the Federal Empire.
There were also dishes of exquisite Fusang cuisine.
At the end of the booklet, there was the most famous sentence in the history of Fusang: The mountains and rivers are in a different land, but the wind and moon are the same.
The young girl watched nervously as Ling Ping'an flipped through the booklet. Then, she bowed deeply and begged pitifully, "Ling-san, in this year's September election, can you vote for the Datong Party who supports Fusang's entry into China?"
"Please!"
Ling Ping'an looked at the pitiful beautiful girl in front of him and thought of Fusang's cuisine and beautiful scenery. He nodded, "Alright! I promise you! "
"Thank you! Thank you! "The girl bowed gratefully.
However, Ling Ping'an shook his head in his heart.
Even if the Datong Party won this year's general election and obtained the right to form a cabinet.
It was not that easy for the Fusang Kingdom to merge with the Federation and become a member of the Federation family.
The neighboring Silla Kingdom had been working hard on this matter for a hundred years.
But every time, it was just a little bit off.
In the end, he could only be an observer of the Federal Empire.
Because this matter required a referendum from the citizens of the entire Federal Empire.
It required more than half of the citizens participating in the referendum to start the legal process of joining the Federal Empire.
Although the population of the Federation occupied 60% of the entire Federal Empire's population, they had an absolute advantage.
However, the locals were not very enthusiastic about voting on such matters.
It would be impressive if 20% of the population were willing to participate in such a boring poll.
Two years ago, the Silla Kingdom had mobilized all of their influential entertainment stars in the Federation to build up momentum.
Fifty-five large-scale "Xinluo China Public Benefit Concerts" were held in seventeen cities in the federal mainland.
One by one, the top celebrities bowed to the tens of thousands of fans.
Television stations and news portals took turns broadcasting documentaries and advertisements about Xinluo.
In the end, the local turnout did not exceed 35%.
Therefore, the referendum proposal was rejected by the Nanzhou Kingdom and the Beizhou Kingdom, whose voter turnout was more than 70% and 80% respectively.
Therefore, Ling Ping'an felt that these things were just for show.
Every time the cabinet of the Fusang Kingdom and the Silla Kingdom changed, they would have to do something like this to give an explanation to the country.
Perhaps even the people of Xinluo and Fusang Kingdom were not that enthusiastic about this matter.
Only these expatriates living in the federal mainland would be so enthusiastic.
Raising his head, Ling Ping'an saw that the young girl from Fusang had still not left and was looking at him in a daze.
"What's wrong?" He was curious.
"Nothing..." the other party bowed and said, "It's just that Ling-san doesn't seem to be wearing glasses today!"
Ling Ping'an reached out to touch his eyes and smiled, "Indeed, I forgot to wear glasses today..."
He picked up his glasses from the counter and put them on.
In the end, Ling Ping'an realized that after putting on the glasses, he could not see clearly.
This was really strange!
… …
Under the copper pot, the firewood was burning wantonly.
Gulp, gulp, the boiling holy water began to evaporate.
The murmurs by his ears became stronger and stronger.
Han Li seemed to have been bewitched by something as she sat expressionlessly at the side.
In the bag, the three hearts of the harpies were still beating, struggling desperately.
The dead grass collected from the nest of the human-faced arachnid was soaked in thick sulfur water.
Han Li held a military dagger that she had picked up from somewhere and cut off the roots of the dead grass bit by bit.
Bright red juice flowed out like blood.
In front of her, in the corner illuminated by the fire, a few gargoyles had their wings and limbs cut off. They struggled weakly and wailed.
"It's about time!" Han Li said.
She grabbed a heart, put it into a stone mortar, and sprinkled a handful of salt diluted with holy water.
The heart began to beat violently in the salt and holy water.
Han Li ignored all of this and walked to the corner expressionlessly. She grabbed a gargoyle with one hand and dragged it to the stone mortar.
The spiritual power in her hand exploded, and she got rid of this monster cleanly.
As the green smoke curled up, she grabbed the ashes left behind by the gargoyle and threw them into the stone mortar.
"Everything is best when it's fresh!" she said.
She waved the dagger and stabbed it into the heart in the stone mortar, stirring it hard.
… …
At night, the bookstore's business was as usual.
Today, he had to pay the water and electricity bill again.
"Sigh!" Ling Ping'an sighed. If this continued, the bookstore would not be able to hold on.
He would probably have to go home and write novels.
Thinking of novels, it seemed that he had some inspiration now?
He turned on the computer at the counter and began to type.
Finally, he finished writing a chapter and uploaded it.
After half a novel, Ling Ping'an specially opened the author's platform and looked at this chapter.
There were a total of three comments.
The first floor said: Sofa.
The second floor said: Floor.
The third floor finally said: Author, you haven't died yet! I've read for so many years and I've seen a lot of bad books. It's the first time I've seen someone like you who is bad and refuses to update properly!
Ling Ping'an was so angry that he wanted to crawl along the network cable and beat this guy up.
After thinking about it, Ling Ping'an decided to forget about it.
Writing novels was just a hobby.
Playing games was his hobby.
He planned to play a few more games.
Coincidentally, he opened the page of his novel and his eyes lit up. He saw a reward of 100 reading coins.
"Finally, someone recognizes me?" Ling Ping'an was ecstatic.
Looking at the ID again, Ling Ping'an decisively switched back to the author's platform and found the third comment about this chapter. Without hesitation, he added the essence!
The reader was God, and the reward was the God of Creation.
He had to be respected!
… …
In the copper pot, the boiling holy water began to tumble.
The harpy's heart and gargoyle ashes that were sprinkled in struggled in it.
There seemed to be a shadow that was like a vengeful spirit wailing in the boiling holy water.
Han Li's eyes stared at the copper pot.
The ravings in her ears became stronger and stronger.
The dead grass in her hand had been cleaned up.
The roots were removed and the stem was cut off.
Now, there was only one last procedure left.
Waiting for the holy water to collect the juice.
In the corner, a few gargoyles who had never known fear were trembling.
For the first time, these ghosts that had never been afraid of humans had the emotion of fear.
It was as if the person in front of them was not a seventeen-year-old human girl.
Instead, it was the Demon God who ruled over everything in the Abyss of Hell.
Finally, the holy water in the copper pot evaporated, leaving only the last bit of foam.
Han Li decisively threw the dead grass in her hand into the copper pot.
As soon as the dead grass entered the copper pot, billowing green smoke rose into the air.
The howls in the copper pot entered her ears.
However, Han Li smiled instead.
A seventeen-year-old girl looked very beautiful when she smiled.
She bent down and revealed her swan-like slender neck.
In the copper pot, the remaining smoke dissipated. A pure white pill was spinning inside.
This was the Spirit Cleansing Potion!
Without any hesitation, Han Li grabbed the pill from the boiling hot copper pot, raised her head, and swallowed it in one gulp.
When the pill entered her stomach, her body immediately became hot.
Her skin seemed to be about to split open.
This caused her pretty face to change shape. In her body, there seemed to be a shadow with goat horns and a pair of wings that wanted to break free.
"Don't even think about it!" Han Li laughed. Although she was in great pain, she knew that she had succeeded.
The monster sealed in her body would eventually become her nourishment!
And she would also become the first demon hunter among humans who could freely control and decide her own fate.
The ravings in her ears continued.
Under the urging of the ravings, Han Li raised the military dagger in her hand and stabbed it fiercely into her heart!
In the severe pain, the demon hunter smiled.
Because she knew that she was free.
But...
Was she really free?
The ravings in her ears made her in a trance.
"No matter what..." Han Li looked at the dagger that had pierced into her heart and pulled it out.
Amidst the mournful wailing, Han Li stood up.
The wound on her chest quickly healed.
With a slight wave of her hand, a long scarlet whip appeared in her hand.
"Superclass of the Abyss, Demon, Succubus, Two-Horned Succubus..."
This was the name of the ghost that was sealed or temporarily parasitized in her body from the ravings.
A ghost that was rated as A-level by the United Nations Security Council.
One of the middle-level demons recorded in the "Lower Abyss Research Report" in her arms.
But now, it was completely annihilated.
It was destroyed in its own body by a human demon hunter.
And all its power was taken away!
The price was just listening to a little ravings, and her body might have some characteristics of a succubus in the future. It was a very good deal!
In the fire, Han Li turned her head.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
