[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

The author has something to say: </br> The next few chapters are about the plot of Kong Sang, and a large number of soul eaters will appear in the later chapters~ (PS: The background has been changed, so please read with caution.)

[The Lord of Kongsang this time is not easy to deal with. 】

In just three days, the impression of the creatures in the Three Realms on Kongsang, the home of soul-eating, had a 360-degree turn.

Before: It was the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, which the old men yearned for.

Now:……

That's where the devil lives.

And all of this is thanks to the new master of Kongsang.

It is said that she is about twenty years old and is the heir of "Food Language" found in another world.

As the hometown of soul-eating, Kongsang does not have any major interest entanglements with Wanjie. Logically speaking, its return should be extremely welcome.

It's a pity that there are always some rats in the ditch who can't tolerate the moon in the sky.

They looked disdainfully at the soul eaters who rebuilt the paradise on the ruins, and dreamed of chewing a piece of delicious flesh and blood from the hands of this "new official".

But all in vain.

When the majestic beast came again, the snow-white sword light accompanied by the sound of tearing and blazing fire became the memory of the previous week.

No one saw clearly what the Lord of Kongsang did. They only knew that after the "rumbling" collapse and sharp screams, the story unexpectedly came to an end.

She must be an excellent cook.

——Even the act of slaughtering ferocious beasts is full of poetry and painting.

No evil could be seen on the black robe, and the rolling thunder lingered in the horizon for about half an hour. Then with a sneer, the strong Taotie was thrown in front of the Heavenly Palace.

Zhang Yang wrote the word "garbage" in his handwriting, and he didn't know who he was mocking.

Being contradicted by Zhichangchong, Jiuchongtian's attitude was ambiguous, and the other minions who were ready to move seemed to reluctantly put away their thoughts that were not common sense to outsiders.

The conspirators who thought the tragedy would happen again were dumbfounded, and secretly raised the danger level of the "Lord of Kongsang" several steps higher.

All parties kept it secret, and for a while, the situation dimmed.

The atmosphere returned to its former calm.

However, rumors about "her" are becoming more and more popular.

Some say she is a demon king who destroyed a world, while others say she is the son of a fallen god.

……

"So what did Sister Xiaoyi do before?"

Tang Lingyi, who was lazing under the shade of a tree in the afternoon, welcomed several young guests.

Qingtuan holding a green umbrella, spring rolls holding flowers, and several other naughty little ones who escaped from the college.

Tang Lingyi opened her eyes lazily, with a faint smile on her face. She dragged the blanket up a little, squinted her eyes and said leisurely: "He is a homeless man."

"It's like living at home without any work," she added.

This answer has nothing to do with the lofty-sounding descriptions outside that just want to stack up all the buffs.

The curious children looked at each other in disbelief.

The sugar-coated haws with sky-high braids came closer and said, "But Sister Xiaoyi doesn't look like her at all."

Several others nodded.

Compared with the previous ones, Tang Lingyi's temper can basically be called "moody" - for details, please refer to the dying Taotie and the various messengers she threw directly out the door.

However, her abilities are rare in the world. It is not an exaggeration to describe her as "literary with a pen to calm the sky, and military with a horse to determine the world."

It's the kind of existence that shines wherever it goes.

How could such a person become a bastard waiting to die?

Tang Lingyi raised her hand and rubbed the faces of the children beside her, then rocked the rocking chair comfortably: "Why did I lie to you?"

She raised her eyebrows and smiled quite proudly: "The second generation of rich people don't have to think about how to survive."

This is what it says...

A slightly cold voice came from behind her: "It would be better for adults not to teach children bad things."

The light yellow windbreaker rustled, and the whole person looked elegant.

The troublemakers who had done something wrong couldn't help but huddle together, exchanging glances with each other and wailing "pills."

Woohoo, why is Butler Guo here qaqing?

Tang Lingyi, who was taking a break, was no less generous.

Her face froze, she suppressed her guilt and tried her best to stay calm and nodded to the visitor: "It's just a joke, Butler Guo, don't be so serious~ By the way, why are you here? Is there anything I need to handle?" "

As a senior salted fish, Tang Lingyi is very familiar with what measures should be taken to deal with the situation of being "caught": first, try to deny his tendency to take the initiative; second, strike first - ask about the task, and be sure to pretend He looks very enthusiastic about his work.

remember!

Absolutely, never dwell on your own mistakes—obscuring the key points is the only way to be wise and protect yourself from the truth (doge).

Guobaorou: "..."

He glanced at Tang Lingyi helplessly, selectively ignoring the children who crept away, and sighed tiredly in his heart.

I mistakenly thought that the new manager was a conscientious workaholic. He was so sweet!

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"You haven't reported to the office for two days." He stated the facts in a calm tone. "The pile of documents on the table is almost too big to fit."

So when are you going to deal with it?

Their eyes met, and Tang Lingyi's face fell as she read his subtext, and she struggled to say without giving up: "You can just help me deal with some trivial matters."

"After all, I really don't know how to deal with the problem of who to help when one duck and two ducks fight."

A small murmur followed the wind, and the word "" popped up on the forehead of Guobaorou, who was reminded of his dark history. He told himself not to think about the embarrassing situation a few days ago when something slipped through a loophole due to negligence: "You will never see that kind of thing again. However, regarding the operation of Kongsang and the approval of reports from various departments, you still need to personally Pass the purpose.”

Tang Lingyi: "...You are already a mature housekeeper, you should learn..."

"Jiuchongtian sent someone here."

"what?"

The second half of the sentence was completely choked in my mouth.

Guobaorou repeated it calmly: "I want to discuss with you how to deal with the follow-up issues."

Tang Lingyi was speechless: Didn't you tell me such an important thing earlier?

Guobaorou (Fan Ran): I thought you were more willing to deal with that pile of reports.

Rather than those messengers who like to use official accent.

Tang Lingyi:......

In fact, if she could, she wouldn't choose any of them.

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After the eye contact, the tense atmosphere gradually eased.

Tang Lingyi reluctantly climbed up from the chair, and then... sat in the wheelchair again.

Guobaorou looked at the second "Tu Sujiu" in Kongsang in silence, not wanting to make any comments on the situation in front of him.

...Although it's not a problem for an adult to kill ten at a time, and killing ferocious beasts is comparable to killing a pig, the soul eaters all know that she is a weak, pitiful, helpless little woman with a disease in her legs.

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"Ahem." The "weak little woman" arranged the blanket on her legs and smiled at the housekeeper who had a weak expression: "Let's go, don't keep the guests waiting."

Compared to those reports, Tang Lingyi was still more willing to deal with the problems left before.

After all, debt collection is much more interesting than boring approval!

……

Huanghuali wood seems a little unworthy of the identity of the visitor.

There were quite a few people sitting in the room, but it was eerily quiet.

The incense blurred some of the vision and quietly weakened the aggression of both parties.

Tang Lingyi didn't say much. She held her head with one hand and stared straight ahead. Her dilated pupils seemed to indicate that she was in a daze.

Guobaorou glanced at the sweating messenger and touched the hem of her clothes calmly.

"I wonder...what do you think?"

"How?" Tang Lingyi yawned when she regained her consciousness and curled her lips: "Why don't we make a bigger fuss?"

Her smile was polite and false, plainly expressing hostility.

It's no wonder, after all, if anyone hears that something that originally belonged to her is required to be reacquired through a competition for some unreasonable reason... anyone else will be angry.

"To be honest, I don't care about the title of God of Cooking. Because essentially, Kongsang is the home of soul-eating, not the supreme palace of chefs."

Tang Lingyi slowly proposed another idea: "But I really don't like giving away my things, so... how about letting people from all walks of life participate?"

"On a personal basis."

"The God of Cookery...of course we can only choose the best one."

The meaningful words made the messenger's face turn pale, his lips trembled a few times, and he cast a pleading look at the man beside him.

"You should know that this is meaningless." The golden wheat ears passed through the chest, and the large black and white color scheme made the background seem to be dyed with landscape and ink: "A private chef does not have the ability to feast on the altar of immortals."

He was telling the truth - just like children from a privileged family will naturally receive a better education than children from a poorer family.

but……

"In things like cooking, talent is also very important." Tang Lingyi's expression remained unchanged, "Some people who have worked hard all their lives may not be as good as a fledgling boy."

"Is he an extraordinary talent?" The man did not retort, "That's quite exciting."

When the envoy saw this, he no longer hesitated, left a few polite words and left happily.

"Does the Lord God have any other instructions?"

Tang Lingyi lowered her eyebrows impatiently, her tone full of urging.

Panlongcai's hand holding the tea cup paused: "...Didn't you invite me?"

Tang Lingyi:? ? ?

She looked confused.

As soon as Guo Baorou saw her appearance, he knew that the information sent a few days ago was probably stuffed into some nook and cranny to pad the corner of the table.

He possessed and reminded: "The master of Tianji Palace, Panlong, is also a soul eater."

Soul-eating? The master of Tianji Palace?

Tang Ling Yizai carefully looked up and down at the distinguished divine king in front of him, and suddenly sighed: "Your soul-eating business scope... seems to be quite broad~"

The results of reemployment are quite good!

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