Is the Evil God Me?

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These people who were crawling in the rainstorm did not come up like zombies, and their postures were so humble that they were buried in the soil. But Lynn would rather these people be thugs, rushing up with iron rods and machetes, trying to attack them and take Ziegler away, so he might feel better.

Is downtown bad?

It's been bad all the time, **** road conditions, **** cunning ghosts, **** gang gangs, **** **** gambling, **** ignorance. Everything is **** bad, it seems to be damned from the beginning to now, even in times of economic hardship, they are the ones who are deprived to the point of being sacrificed first.

Now the war is finally over.

But the pains of the times have not disappeared. They still haven't been able to eat and clothe themselves, and the worst thing is that winter is coming soon.

A destination without physical pain or spiritual pain is the best redemption for these scrawny people, who have flawlessly estimated what the redemption they hoped for would mean to others. It seemed like a trolley problem, but for Lynn there was only one solution.

"Hey Lynn, don't be in a daze! Do you think it's Winter Spirit Festival and everyone is shouting Happy Celebration? Do something! Start your brain!"

When he turned on the small wind lamp, he shuddered, and Bill stepped back two handles to lock the door. After hearing these people's prayers in the rain, Bill was a little panicked, and he shouted at Lynn.

He had never seen this kind of battle, let alone thought about it.

Lynn was sluggish in place for a few seconds as if struck by lightning. His heart seemed to have undergone a severe torture, and it was only after Bill's shout that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Are you satisfied now?" The little gentleman turned his head to look at Ziegler in a daze, and his expression was all complicated.

"This was not arranged by me. I just wanted to save as many people as possible before, just like I was on the battlefield, saving another one. On the battlefield, I left too many regrets, and I didn't save everyone. , do you know how much I hate my incompetence, Lynn, when you have the opportunity to make up for ideal regret, will you be willing to watch it slip away from your hands?"

Even in handcuffs, Ziegler doesn't look like a prisoner or criminal.

She is graceful and graceful like a pure water lotus, and she bears the complaints and anger from Lynn calmly. This doctor who saved people and healed diseases did not collapse at the end of his ideal, but obtained a new and correct direction from Lin En, as pure and beautiful as a lotus blossom.

"Let them get out of the way." Lynn turned his face away from Ziegler's gaze, and said lightly.

"I just want to save them..."

Ziegler bowed his head for Lynn to dodge, as if he was bowing his head silently in front of the peak of this heavy grief, and even the roar of rain was silent for a moment because of her sigh, and then more vigorously. The lead cloud swayed down.

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief.

If Ziegler had a sudden attack at this time and called on these people to rush in and tear him and Bill alive, then he really could only drag Ziegler into the room and put the signal to wait for rescue, and then the two grenades would completely destroy the nodes below. blow up. Fortunately, Ziegler really realized that he was going astray and was determined to change.

The goddess of peace in the [Steam City], the goddess who brought dawn to the mainland, came to the door in handcuffs. In the thunderstorm, her posture was always firm, as if her feet were rooting on the ground.

Lynn and Bill followed her, cautiously, not daring to blink even if the rain drifted into her eyes.

Boom! !

Another dazzling white light flickered across the sky. Only in this moment of brightness did Lynn really see how many people were kneeling outside, almost enclosing this not too spacious street. The place was also full of people kneeling respectfully.

"Everyone, get out of the way, numbness can't save anyone, and I didn't really save you... I just gave you a false hope, don't hold it anymore..."

Ziegler tried to convince the men to get out of the way.

But sometimes, the words and deeds of a person who has been promoted to the altar will be interpreted by the believers in accordance with their wishes. The cry of the female doctor did have some effect, but the effect was counterproductive. The crowded people lowered their postures even lower, as if they became a small lonely reef in this rainstorm.

Believers seem to be praying devoutly, and their gods can change their minds.

Lynn had expected this scene.

He didn't pin all his hopes on Ziegler's shouting, but at the same time as Ziegler exhorted, he raised the small wind lamp and turned the lampshade to the position in his memory. Soon, echoing lights came from the depths of the darkness. Seeing this, Bill and Lynn couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At least the person in charge of responding outside had no accident.

It seems that, in a short period of time, even if Ziegler has completed some reversal secrets to eliminate the influence~www.wuxiamtl.com~, it will not be so obvious that it will take effect, otherwise this city should be directly affected by intense emotions. A riot broke out.

In this situation, throwing a grenade is definitely an act of killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

While Ziegler was still trying to persuade the numbs to get out of the way, it was Mr. Clarke, who was holding a gun at the edge of the passage, who was signaled to come in.

"Are you okay?" Clark shouted from a distance, caring about the situation of the two teammates. After all, the scene in his field of vision was a bit scary.

"We're alright, let's meet up, and prepare to retreat!"

Bill wiped the rain off his face, and Mr. Squint consciously held the rifle behind him. He had quickly put a three-edged rifle thorn on his rifle. At this time, the pressure from the dark wind and rain seemed to be even more oppressive. The invisible pressure made him feel like he was walking among the beasts.

Probably never thought that a proud Beyonder would feel scared walking in a crowd.

Lynn led Ziegler forward.

Although it was more difficult to settle down, fortunately, these people were just kneeling, facing Lynn and the others passing by, wriggling and giving way to a crooked path.

Clark on the other side also held up a small wind lamp to provide some lighting, and he also ventured in worriedly, preparing to receive Lynn and the others.

"Where's the captain?" Looking in all directions, Lynn could only pass by holding his hand on Ziegler's fragrant shoulder. He shouted to Clark, in fact, he wanted to tell the others that there was still someone on his side.

"On the edge of that gap."

Clark also understood Lynn's intention and shouted loudly.

Soon, the three holding the wind lantern converged. Just as Lynn's face was relaxed, there was a sudden commotion in the dense crowd kneeling on the ground. They were like wriggling bugs, blocking their way.