Is the Evil God Me?

On the one hand, he was a little worried that he had drawn a political friend through the Russell family and his promise had been dissipated. In short, for a variety of reasons, Lynn strolled around after going out to see if he could help.

Gratitude given in the snow is better than icing on the cake.

Leonardo must be battered right now.

If you can help, then you must be able to gain double gratitude. Leonardo's weakness also shows that he is a person who attaches great importance to feelings. Whether this is a fiction or a real thing, at least he who saved Arnold, who is about to become the next prime minister, needs to maintain this image.

Besides, Lynn didn't plan to use his head.

Doesn't this have tool Sherlock?

As a great detective, he should be very interested in this matter. This is a common problem of detectives, so he just needs to follow behind him and see if he can move forward.

In any case, from the point of view of interests, Lynn still needs more and more friends and enemies to provide cover for the early stage of the plan, and incidentally convey the benefits of anchoring. From an emotional point of view, Leonardo is indeed a bit similar to himself. As for this son of the Labour Party with a green head, Lynn thinks there is no problem if he puts his hands up. The most important thing is that the guys who are doing this game are too dirty, and it is impossible to see it with a little conscience.

Oh, whether Sherlock has a conscience is debatable.

At this moment, the camp is very lively. Everyone is talking about the stimulating sensory events that take place in the camp. Since the dead person is a pariah, most nobles and businessmen have not heard the instinctive sadness and fear that the death of the same kind should have.

Lynn shuttled between them, looking at their faces, inexplicably had the illusion that he seemed to have strayed into the alien camp, as if the people standing beside them were not people, they were just creatures that were very imaginary with people.

The little gentleman strolled in the direction of the Labour Son's tent and soon met an acquaintance.

Mrs Cynthia.

The first moment he caught a glimpse of this big muscle tyrant, Lynn wanted to say that he pretended not to see him, lowered his head and wiped his boots, and quickly turned around. But obviously, the perception of Sequence 8 and Sequence 5 is very different. When Mr. Xiao is still studying, which angle is more natural to wipe his boots, accompanied by the sound of thumping on the ground, a strong woman who can walk with fists and horses is full of wind. , he stepped over in two steps and was so happy that he slapped him on the shoulder!

Click!

"Woo!" Lynn exclaimed in pain, feeling that his shoulder might be dislocated.

"Tsk, you are really like a vase."

Dissatisfied with the elf-like boy's ability to fight, Cynthia skillfully grabbed his shoulders, and her fingers with thick carrots smashed them directly. Using the technique of manipulating muscles and bones, Lynn's shoulders returned to their original shape, but they were swollen. a little.

The little gentleman's blue eyes have lost their brilliance, and there is an expression of unrequited love.

Who will save him?

The only one who could save the weak elf from the invincible physique composed of proteins with sharp edges and corners, which seemed to be made of steel, was sleeping beautifully.

"How about it, do you want to take into account that I have been training for a few months, and I can guarantee that you can fight a hundred times more than you are now. My boys, all muscles, are as strong as buffalo..." Cynthia's gladiatorial manor, for those For Beyonders who specialize in exercising, it is a good place to go.

But obviously, it was torture for Lynn.

"Good day, Mrs. Cynthia." She said hello with happiness written all over her face, and then Lynn gave herself a booster to reduce swelling before speaking. "I am very grateful for your kind invitation, but I need to accompany the lady. If the lady does not agree with me, I will not express any opinion."

"I think you guys pushed me around and didn't give an answer."

This female barbarian waved a fist the size of a casserole. The deterrent power of that thing was extremely strong, and it directly caused the people around Lynn with a radius of 20 meters to retreat subconsciously. Sherlock's dispersal of idlers has the same effect.

Lynn felt that he couldn't let this strong woman come as she wanted, otherwise, before he found Sherlock, his shoulders might be smashed, and the resonance in his chest was enough to hurt his internal organs. He raised it in front of the lively scene.

Although she likes to use muscles instead of brains to solve problems, it doesn't mean that Mrs. Cynthia is a fool. As soon as this thick and thin female man heard this, a clear smile appeared on the face of the vicious green-skinned chieftain. Leonardo was obviously put into the game by a routine. Aventures, adventures, fairy dances, porcelain touches, and helping the elderly were corrupted. It's too simple to make a person stinky with this kind of inferior means, and it doesn't distinguish between the times. Yes, once you are determined to **** you, even if you are sitting at home, the pot will come from the sky.

Before crossing the border, Lynn suffered from fraud. UU reading www.uukanshu.com For this infallible guy, once he has eaten, he will remember it very clearly. .

"You want to get involved in this?"

Mrs. Cynthia seemed to see through Lynn's disguise and directly touched his beating heart.

"I don't recommend you to get involved, even if you can help, but the guy made a mistake and can't wash it clean. But if you're really interested, you have to talk to the local law enforcement, I remember Are you a member of the [Suppression Bureau]."

"Do you have any news?" Lynn automatically ignored some political lines and asked for the inside story.

"If you..." Mrs. Cynthia rubbed her chin, looking like a bargaining vendor.

"Ten seasoning packets, perfect to remove the fishy smell." Lynn knew that she was just fine with it.

"make a deal!"

He successfully corrupted so many seasoning packets from Lynn, and Cynthia's slap like a fan fell on his thin back when she was happy. For a moment, Lynn only felt gold stars in his eyes, and a breath of turbid breath resonated directly in his chest. spit it out. The laughing female barbarian grabbed the staggering and pitiful little gentleman, lest he would fall to the ground without getting up in one breath.

Lynn swears, wait until he reaches Sequence 5!

uh...let's forget it...

Looking at his arm that looked like a toothpick compared to a strong female warrior, Lynn wisely gave up exercising muscles, and chose to exercise steel. Even if Mrs. Cynthia is a Sequence 5, she can't say that her body can resist naval guns.

The female barbarian soon chatted with Lynn about the inside story. To be honest, being a village girl, being able to die in the tent of the son of the Labour Party itself revealed a bit of strangeness. Did you really ignore the security forces at the camp? As a high-ranking person, Cynthia immediately smelled the atmosphere of party struggle. She was sure that many people in the camp were bought by the Laureate Party.