Is the Evil God Me?

Help Mom! This woman is so flirtatious!

Lin En was really tender. There seemed to be ants crawling on the periosteum of the whole person, causing indescribable numbness and itching. Underneath the flesh seemed to hide the instinctive desires of human beings since their birth.

Lynn felt that he had a tendency to congeal, and subconsciously took a half step back in embarrassment.

The last time he was molested, he was hiding behind Yefne, but this time he couldn't hide.

The Countess, who moved very lightly and concealed, noticed the embarrassment of the little gentleman. After she sent the invitation letter, the charming smile on her delicate face showed from the lavender lip gloss. This mature and juicy beauty twisted her waist, closed the folding fan with a snap, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Goodbye, gentlemen."

They didn't continue to disturb their next work, and they didn't make Lynn feel embarrassed. Emiste was just like when she came, just like an enchanting and amorous purple butterfly flapping its wings and flying in the flower field, with an unforgettable fragrance. Disappeared in the corridor on the second floor.

Lynn still held an invitation letter in his hand, and the residual warmth and smoothness left him thinking.

Just now, where did the countess get it from?

"This invitation letter is the proof of entry and exit of Her Excellency the Countess's private manor. Every time a manor is sent, it will be recorded. Those who hold the invitation letter can visit her private manor without prior notification." Bill, who was a little guilty, leaned over and smiled. The expression is very complicated.

"You sold my information."

Lynn didn't forget this, she put away the invitation letter and stared straight at Mr. Bill.

"Cough, how can you betray? Your Excellency Amiste is an investor in our bureau, and also has a false position in logistics. It is our own. It is normal for one's own people to inquire about their own people, even if I don't say that you think she will Can't you find out, it's better for me to choose to reveal." Bill tried hard to argue, he really did not do this kindly.

But who could refuse the rich and beautiful countess?

"You will reimburse us for our lunch these two days." Lynn turned to the offensive.

"No problem." Bill nodded immediately. "Also, for the invitation letter in your hand, an upstart once offered a high price of 5K gold pounds. Even if you leave the owner, it will be useless. Even so, it is still worthless. So, you know..."

Lynn felt that his pockets became heavy in an instant. People were willing to spend 5K pounds to buy a piece of waste paper because the waste paper was given by the countess.

This also reflects the charm of Emista.

Whether it is her charismatic charm or the charm of the wealthy woman's industry, men of this era can flock to her, flocking to worship under her long black gauze dress.

Taking the most perfect and natural face that Lynn has seen so far, it is the Black Holy Grail with a super presence in his own consciousness. Compared to the fantasy of the Black Holy Grail, Emiste's all-encompassing face was only slightly inferior.

Bill and Lynn were silent for a second, tacitly refusing to mention it again.

Work is important, work is important!

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In this on-site investigation, Elba Field was in front of the mine, and it was basically confirmed that there was no danger at the scene. Bill was not fully armed like the previous arrest of the members of the [Gems Club].

And Yefni, who was the leader of the third team of the [Lanterns], didn't participate. Bill said that she had to exchange information with the leaders of other divisions about the members of the [Gem Club]. [Gem Society] is an extremely extraordinary organization officially recognized by the [Suppression Bureau]. It has caused terrible disasters in several cities on the mainland. Once the traces of the activities of the [Gem Society] are found, the [Suppression Bureau] is like a formidable enemy. .

Inside the rickety carriage.

Lynn and Bill sat opposite each other, and the coachman's driving skills were only average.

"What is the purpose of their usual attacks?"

Lynn here naturally refers to the [Gem Society]. Bill's popular science just made him very interested in this extraordinary organization. What their demands are, there is no official record at all.

"Maybe the gods know." Bill shrugged helplessly. "Their attacks, big and small, have never been announced or announced. Some people speculate that they may want to use this to complete the sequence promotion, or they may want to destroy something, or simply have fun with it. Maybe we shouldn't guess a group of lunatics. the behavior of."

"I can survive from the hands of a lunatic, thanks to the mercy of fate." Lynn felt that such a group of lunatics who did not care about interests was an unstable bomb that would explode at any time.

"Your luck has always been good."

Bill all sighed over the luck of the little gentleman. After his parents disappeared, he was loved by the countess. It can be said that even if it is only a lover and a bed partner relationship, the network resources are enough for Lynn to benefit endlessly. Of course Lynn might have to bear a little, jealous stare.

why not?

Bill couldn't think of the reason for Lynn's refusal. In this era, many people dream of beauty to get ahead, and the very few lucky ones in the newspaper greatly stimulated everyone. People are always lucky enough to ignore the losers, thinking that they might be next, and shouting in their dreams:

This is the best time!

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the carriage, and both Lynn and Bill turned their attention to the lively place. It was the owner of a itinerant street vendor who was beating a lying boy with a wooden stick. The boy was in ragged clothes, with yellow skin and thin skin, and was trying his best to stuff a piece of bread into his mouth~www.wuxiamtl.com~ There was nothing but the terrifying ferocity in his hungry eyes. , doesn't care about the stick that falls on him at all.

Lynn's eyelids jumped wildly twice, and he couldn't help clenching his hands.

Bang! Bang bang!

I don't know if it was because the hawker's stick was too heavy, or if the child swallowed too fast and choked. During the beating, his thin, black and yellow face flashed an abnormal blush, his long neck stretched out and his eyes horrifying. Suddenly he lost his breath.

The people watching the lively around immediately scattered. The dead boy was as unnoticed as a wild dog, and the bread in his hand was robbed. His emotional eyes met Lynn's, and it wasn't until the carriage had passed completely that Lynn regained his breath.

"just……"

Only then did Lynn realize that they had already arrived in the lower city.

"Just now? Oh, that guy. The bread he grabbed must have been mixed with a lot of chalk, and he choked to death. There are too many fakes in the bread sold in the lower city." Bill said calmly. When the guy seemed to be talking about the wild dog, there was no emotional ups and downs.

Is that a person?

Lynn's face returned to calm, and he forcibly swallowed the words he was about to say. He couldn't accuse Bill of being indifferent and cold-blooded, because that's what this era is like. The war has pushed the economy to the brink, but the decoration above Midtown is so good, the starving poor middle-class people think they must be lazy to do this.

"As long as the war is over, everything will be fine." Bill said with a smile.

"Ok."

Thinking of the reasons for the war and the root cause of the mainland countries, Lin En could only softly hum. He could never forget the look in the boy's eyes just now when he died. He was so happy that it made people shudder.