I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

Franka wore a silk cloak, the simplest and cheapest coat she had ever found in her closet.

Now there is chaos in the central district--the group, even Franka's father and grandfather were called to the central center for a meeting, but this also gave Franka-

a great opportunity.

Because of the "weak" physique of ordinary people, she has never stepped out of the central area in her life.

Franka tied her blond hair into a high ponytail and put on a red silk cloak, and saw the mother's letter and vegetables beside the mirror.

No, and then rolled down from the window.

After several days of investigation and the help of convincing her servant Mike, Franka finally pretended to be crazy in her mother's superb acting skills.

Under the cover, he left the Curtis family alone for the first time in his life.

The frank meeting with her mother in the past two days, Franka gradually understood her mother, and also knew her origin.

An archaeologist from another world, in the face of evil spirits, still maintains the firmness of his soul and mind, and maintains his integrity as a human being.

independence.

After more than ten years of confusion, her soul hid in a protective shell, but when she ate the food of her hometown, she returned to

in your own body.

The reason why my father married my mother was for experimentation, for Franka's own birthday, but what did I inherit?

What about strength? Franka flexibly climbed over the back mountain in the back garden of the house and got into the car arranged by Mike panting.

Of course it's impossible to drive a private car, but a pile of crowded iron wagons for poor workers.

The smell of motor oil from cars and the smell of poor people taking a shower for months - Franka, who had never been exposed to these, almost vomited.

But she still held back, until she got out of the car and vomited out while holding on to the telephone pole.

Even so embarrassed, when Franka came to block 23, the clothes on her body seemed out of place in this poor neighborhood.

There are obviously poor people everywhere. Dad and the dignitaries in the Central District are all lying! The so-called Azir Continent

A world where everyone is happy and beautiful, a world protected by so-called saints and witches is full of hungry mouths.

Finally, Franka walked to Lin Jie's bookstore with the letter and the cookbook in her arms.

This old-fashioned bookstore looks like the most stylish store in the entire block. Franka breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand and wiped her head.

Sweaty, stepped into this bookstore.

"Jingle Bell

The door of the bookstore was hung up by Joseph, a tough guy - a new kitten-shaped bell, which is said to be given to him by the children in the ghetto

Whenever a guest pushes the door, there will be a pleasant sound

But the reality is that there are basically no customers in the bookstore. On the contrary, the 23rd block is very windy, and the bells are ringing every day, making a terrible noise.

Lin Jie wanted to tell Joseph to throw away the bell, but he couldn't bear to scold the boyish heart under this mighty body.

"Hello." Franka said politely, "I'm here to find Boss Lin."

Only then did Lin Jie find out that today is not the wind, but the real guests, and finally there are guests again!-

Her hair was messy and her head was sweating, but the girl in fine clothes was standing in front of him out of breath, a delicate little girl.

Cowhide boots. With mud on them, those shoes are not for walking.

This looks like a runaway rich lady, recalling Ji Zhixu and Qili, Lin Jie suddenly laughed, thinking that he was probably

Open from the start - an amazing customer route.

He showed a business smile that had already been portrayed, and crossed his chin with his hands: "I am Boss Lin, my name is Lin Jie, child,

Do you have anything to do with me?

Franka immediately showed a relaxed smile, and her whole body bent down in relief.

Joseph heard that there were guests, came out of the basement, and saw Franka, who seemed to be familiar, they seemed to be at a party

I've seen it, but neither of them can remember it at all.

"Boss Lin, I bought your book at Miss Ji Zhixu's auction." Franka quickly took out the book "1000 Classic Home Cooking Dishes".

Joseph's expression froze, this book—did this girl actually get this book?

Joseph saw that the book was written impressively

A "Blood Sacrifice"

"Just this book, a classic home-cooked dish, I don't understand many of the practices in it." Franka wiped the sweat and said.

Joseph:???

"This book, it's normal that you don't understand, Nuo Jin's dietary conditions are indeed lagging behind. About this book

I can tell you for a long time. "

"Thank you, Boss Lin." Franka's eyes brightened and she showed a lovely smile.

"By the way, there is also a letter from my mother." Franka hurriedly handed the letter to Lin Jie.

The moment Lin Jie looked at the letter, his fingertips turned slightly.

Temporarily, as a human feeling, I still want to escape subconsciously.

He gently took the letter, and in his sight, a dark shadow climbed up the surface of the envelope, and the ether in the dream space rioted, a powerful

The power came instantly, allowing him to see the woman who wrote the letter in an instant.

A woman who looks a little mature Manli but has some familiar eyebrows

since 2 parents

Director of the Shendu Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology at the funeral

Section Chief.

Lin Jie was silent for a long time, and finally opened the letter

"Dear fellow countrymen, if you can read this text, then we may be from the same place."

"My name is Duan Xuemin, I don't know if you and I came to this strange world in the same way, and I don't know

Ask me if you are like me, you care about your hometown and don't miss going home all the time. "

"I don't even know if I can still live, but I have to tell you what happened to me in my life."

Lin Jie lowered his eyes and read carefully, Juanxiu's familiar words and her name on the letter -

Duan Xuemin.

The person who appeared in the diaries of his father and Xu Xiangdong, the director of the Shendu Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology, whom he knew before crossing the road

My sister, it turns out that she never died.

She survived, #probably witnessed her own birth.

"As soon as our team entered that door, I knew that we were possessed by the evil god, that evil incomprehensible thing.

The mighty power of the gods may only be called a god. We became the last pawn in his ceremony. That huge palace is the evil spirit.

womb of god

"My teammates devoured each other and went to the final lair of the evil god without a purpose, please forgive them, they are just being attacked by evil spirits.

God is in control - I am familiar with their good nature, they are not. "

"The person chosen by the evil god is my wife. She is pregnant with the evil god's child. I saw with my own eyes that her belly was swollen like a sphere.

My teacher Lin Minghai dug it up with his own hands and took out a bloody baby. "

"At that point, I was on the brink of collapse, but I had to go back and tell everyone about it."

"I followed Professor Lin quietly, he led me to find the way, I walked out the door, but found that I came to a different world, and Professor Lin did not

here.

"I have every reason to suspect that Professor Lin and the fetus went to Earth, our hometown, and when the child grows up, or

Maybe it will destroy the earth, we must do something. "

"After passing through the 'door', time and space will be confused, and the world will be like this on both sides.

"Maybe that child has grown up and the earth has been destroyed, maybe he will accept the guidance of fate and return to this name.

Azir's Continent. "

"Or_—is that kid you? If it were you, would you eat me?

ps1: It has been modified, half of the code word is written, the software crashed, the rewritten computer broke again

ps2: It should be understood that this book is not far from the end. When I opened the book, I wrote a million-length outline.

Now I feel the same, what, I have a good grasp of the number of words ()