Is the Evil God Me?

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Autumn hunt.

Go hunting, accompany your friends to run horses on the green field, and play games on a thick blanket when you are tired. You can play any game. Cough, of course, it is best not to hold open-air conferences. After all, there are so many powerful people here. Anyone who plays too much and breaks the moral bottom line may be regarded as a joke or criticized in the future.

The spirit of chivalry is still there.

Otherwise, there is no difference with the native savages. If you claim to be civilized, you have to be civilized. If you really have any personal hobbies, you can drag your wife to play in the small room.

For Lynn.

The second day of coming to the camp was very comfortable. There were no female warriors visiting, no vampires asking for the second round of Bimei, and no dissatisfied ladies must hold their hands and touch their hearts and listen to them. The prayer of being chaste and wanting to cheat. Lynn was very puzzled. He was not a pastor. How could these ladies drag themselves to confess their sincerity, as if they were blushing and exposing themselves to be very excited.

After Emister heard this, she laughed so hard that she threw her hairpin out.

How could she not know what the empty, lonely and cold ladies were dreaming about when they grabbed her little man's hand, but unfortunately, she just wanted to show off this autumn hunt, and she didn't give them any real food. arrive. In this way, the precious things that cannot be obtained can leave a deep impact on the heart.

However, there are a few ladies in the steam capital, you can really consider it

Of course, not now.

After all, the countess also had a close relationship with Lynn, and she didn't really use him as a bargaining chip for Qiu Shou, and after Qiu Shou, we can discuss it later.

He didn't know that the people around him had some terrifying thoughts.

It was rare for Lynn to lose all the burdens on his body and the calculations in his head, and immersed himself in this green and surging world like waves. He could feel that in this field, just closing his eyes against the wind and swaying forward on a horse, he could experience the wonderful feeling of the soul being washed.

So simple and so wonderful.

Riding on horses in pairs, holding hands, it seems that you can walk on like this in the picture scroll full of green and mountains in the distance. The countess, who was still joking from time to time at the beginning, gradually stopped her voice. She looked at Lynn's relaxed and contented expression, squinting her eyes slightly, and a trace of pity and guilt flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Lynn was so tired that he hardly ever really rested, not even in bed.

Not like a 17-year-old at all.

During the good times, from Lynn's rudeness in every exertion action and the vent-like exertion of his strength, Emiste could hear the negative pressure in Mr. Little's heart without reading. He is a person with secrets, and secrets will accumulate pressure, and the heavier the secret, the more pressure others can't breathe. The more Lynn walked forward, the greater the pressure on him. It was like forging steel, a test that every pioneer had to accept.

It's been through, and it's made of steel, made of special materials, which is convincing.

The whirring of the wind blew past his ears.

It seems that even time is reluctant to go fast, let this scene last longer.

A morning of Kung Fu accompanied the countess to stop and go, watching the scenery, chatting, Lynn found in this slow-paced life events that made him relaxed and happy. When he returned to the camp to rest, the countess and the other maids had to walk towards the Black Forest to see if they could catch some delicious game.

Lynn's all-purpose barbecue method, almost any meat can be used to become delicious, so for the countess who likes food, it is natural to try the deliciousness of different types of barbecue.

Well, there are many people who have the same idea as Emiste.

Presumably this autumn hunting, the mood of the animals living in the forest is like a daydream, how come the two-legged beasts who only tasted it in previous years, this year is even more vicious hunting like a serious disease.

It's like trying to seduce Lynn on purpose.

Less than half a minute after Lynn returned to the hunting camp, he saw Sherlock's dog haunting figure again. This time, Mr. Little can be sure that Mr. Detective should not be doing such a boring job as catching rape, because he saw Sherlock staring at the **** of an old noble man with a focused look.

If there was nothing wrong with Lynn's eyes, then he should have seen it right.

sherlock old ass

True God! ! !

Lynn's pupils were shaking, and Sherlock seemed to have spotted the little gentleman, smiled secretly at him, and then followed the old aristocrat who had just passed by quietly strolling past. Lynn's expression management was almost out of control, and finally he managed to stabilize with his strong inner heart.

Just when the little gentleman was about to leave in a daze, and went back to the camp to find the head maid for comfort~www.wuxiamtl.com~ A reflection of light from the place where Sherlock was squatting caught his attention.

a pen?

Picking up the inexpensive pen, Lynn frowned, then unscrewed the pen to examine it carefully. Soon, his thinking was interrupted by a team preparing to go hunting. The noisy life atmosphere in the camp filled his ears again, and many people were watching Mr. Elf Ranger with great interest.

Point and point, whisper.

Lynn didn't care, just put the pen away.

Once is a coincidence, twice is not, he has picked up small objects from Sherlock twice, and ruled out Sherlock's boring or careless options, then this is what the great detective did on purpose. In this way, he was reminding Lynn that the Riddler had evolved to create riddles out of lost objects.

Lynn rubbed the grass clippings on his boots towards the wooden frame on the side, and thought about it as he walked towards his camp.

He cast aside the tinted glasses that had seen Sherlock's behavior a little crazy and perverted, and drove his brain to analyze the problem in front of him with rational and efficient efficiency.

What is Sherlock reminding himself of?

This question troubled Lynn at once. With insufficient information, he could only vaguely guess that Sherlock's almost joking behavior was related to the prey he was chasing. What can make a great detective lose things negligently, what makes the great detective use this method to remind, is there a negligence involved? That prey has something to do with throwing things?

It was troubled until Lynn knocked down the flushed Merdis, who had just walked out of the tent, and the long maid stood up with her legs trembling violently.

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