Is the Evil God Me?

Are you not doing what you want to do?

When Meredith said this, Lynn's expression was obviously a little stiff, and he subconsciously turned his face away from him following the head maid. This is the body language of guilt and guilt. He knows that Emiste takes herself very seriously, but as a new achievement in her life, things like this are too heavy.

She really has very high expectations for him...

The head maid noticed that the little gentleman's mood was suddenly a little low, she shook the water droplets on her hands, and the cool soft catfish stuck to his face.

"What's the matter? You didn't sleep well last night? Do you want to make up for a sleepover? Madam didn't wake up anyway."

The gentle coolness shook Lynn's spirit, and he couldn't help grabbing the head maid's hand.

"Merdis, your hands are so soft."

"Hey hey~~" Lin En turned the topic all of a sudden, and the head maid couldn't help but covered her mouth happily and smiled. Being praised by her sweetheart is the sweetest honey in the world. As a woman, her love for Lin En The love is actually not thin at all, but she is destined to be the woman standing behind others, so it is difficult to show it.

Albion's poets have sung that there is nothing sweeter than love, even if it is often mixed.

The head maid subconsciously touched her lower abdomen.

She glanced around smartly, seized a moment when no one noticed, and boldly in the busy group of maids, mua slapped Lynn's face, and whispered the news in his ear.

"Last night, Madam told me that I will endure this time until the end of the autumn hunt. The sisters on the train back will help me with you... If you need anything, go to Madam and spare me. I am now , Just smelling your scent, your legs are soft, Madam is really amazing..."

After speaking quickly, Merdis lowered her head and ran away quickly, not daring to say that she continued to sway the little gentleman.

All this time, being with Lynn has been torture for her.

Madam said that this is good, but she didn't say any good, Merdis only knew that she was a little dizzy except for work, and she might really become an irrational beast in a few days. . In addition, everyone in the camp is the countess's eyeliner. If she really dares to be pulled by Lynn to do something bad, the countess has the means to clean up the disobedient little waves.

This is the helplessness of being a servant. There are two masters in the head, and neither can refuse. It is also thanks to Mr. Lynn that he is a kind person. Oh yes, except when piling.

Lynn still had the warm nephrite feeling of Merdis on his side, and he laughed a little dumbly.

Being beaten up by the head maid like this, his originally gloomy and gloomy mood became much more open-minded. He did what he had to do, and then sent the head maid directly to the town to buy things. He would just ask if he didn't. Why bother yourself so much.

He couldn't believe it, Amiste could really eat him!

Swish! !

Suddenly, the bushes around him swiped and figured out that there was a person. Lin En, who was so arrogant and arrogant, gave it out. His first reaction was to take out his gun and prepare to give this unidentified intruder a shuttle to say, For an Extraordinary, it would be really scary to suddenly have an extra object beside him.

Especially when this thing starts screaming.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot! It's me! It's me! Sherlock!" Sherlock showed his face, still pressing the hat on his head, and shouted before Lynn pulled the trigger.

In less than ten seconds, I realized that there was an extra man in the camp, and the maids with guns blocked up with guns of different lengths. There were maids in front, back, left, right, and up, aiming at him, who raised their hands and surrendered. The poor big detective smiled at everyone without losing his grace.

"Sherlock?"

Lynn's expression can be said to be very exciting, which is no less than seeing Sherlock come out of his sewer like a cockroach.

"Why are you in a place like this? How did you get in?"

"Uh, this is a very complicated question. Can you let your maids put down their guns first? I don't want the first news the next day that Detective Sherlock died in an accident." Sherlock looked at this with a bit of anguish. A circle of gun barrels, in the interval between his words, the barrel of the gun almost went into his mouth.

These maids with guns are not weak at all, and they are extremely aggressive.

"this is my friend."

Lynn paused subtly when he mentioned the word friend, obviously not wanting to admit that the guy who touched the camp was his friend, but considering the mutual interests of the two, he still pinched his nose and hypnotized himself and him for a while. He was a nod.

The maids were properly trained, and respecting Lynn's rights, they politely put away their guns, and at the same time sent someone to the Countess to deliver a message.

Apparently, during this process ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Sherlock had to be left as a guest in this camp.

After the big detective got up from the ground, he took out his pipe in a hurry, patted the grass clippings on his body, and first complained about Watson.

"I can't believe that Watson left me here to feed the mosquitoes for this stupid reason, even though I didn't see anything."

"Did you really see nothing?"

Lynn looked at the revolving pistol given by the female knight, and was considering how many bullets it would take to kill the voyeur.

"God, how can you doubt a gentleman, this is the guarantee of a gentleman, Lynn." Sherlock was heartbroken, he had already taken out his reputation as a gentleman, otherwise what would happen to him, killing him directly would be better than humiliation Torture him to be stronger.

"Since it is a gentleman's guarantee, it can be given a suspended death sentence."

Half-jokingly, Lynn took Sherlock to another spacious part of the camp, the shooting range.

When Sherlock came here, his whole face turned bad.

You don't really want to shoot, do you?

"I can guess what you're sneaking into the camp for, my esteemed Mr. Sherlock, and I'm considering what the appropriate punishment should be for you. For example, walking around the camp with your clothes stripped and hanging on a rack. Circle, or make you admit your mistake aloud at the camp gate."

The little gentleman seemed to be in a good mood, and he didn't mean to use the topic for Sherlock's sneaky behavior, but played Tai Chi with him unhurriedly.

Seeing this, Sherlock also relaxed a lot, and he was really annoyed at Watson now.

"So, before I make a decision, you'd better find a way to persuade me to be tolerant to you. Otherwise, I really want to see what it's like to see a big detective parading around with his shirtless." Lynn threatened , Sherlock is taking an Intimidate check.