Is the Evil God Me?

Worden was dragged away, his eyes didn't look like a prisoner, but a bit like a believer who had been forgiven, facing this guy's eyes, Lynn felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, he felt that he was severely defiled, this The level of disgust in the mind of an avid artist has successfully surpassed that of Sherlock.

If Sherlock knew about this, he would definitely protest, how could this fanatical madman be stronger than him.

Before leaving, Lynn stopped the fat sheriff casually.

Under the premise of a vague premonition of an accident, he felt that bringing a relatively important person back to the camp would at least be able to speak less when something really happened.

But considering the bloated gentleman's weight...

Lynn felt that it might be difficult for the whole town to find the horse that carried his weight, and he was unlikely to say that he was passing by in a donkey cart, so he could only aggrieved him for following him with short legs. There was no stopping. Before setting off, Lynn seemed to remember something, and he had a hasty chat with Mr. Xinchazan, who had gained friendship, in a subtle tone.

"Mr. Xin Chazan, you seem to have reminded me at the time that there might be a problem with the painting?"

I remember it very clearly, but the little gentleman who deliberately made a mistake asked casually.

"Oh, Mr. Lynn, I only had a vague feeling that those two masterpieces had the potential to have souls, and maybe they would bring you a little luck or help. If I knew those two paintings would cause you trouble , for this hard-won friendship, I will definitely remind you in advance."

Xin Chazan immediately heard Lynn's uncertain question, what it meant, and quickly answered him sincerely and earnestly. His sincere expression was almost a swearing oath.

In fact, Lynn just asked casually.

It's like knowing where someone is hiding, so you can try your luck with a shot. If you are lucky, the little gentleman can leave a very deep impression on the other party. In the observation of micro-expressions, Xin Chazan showed no signs of lying. Unless he had been able to control the fine muscles of every face, as well as the changes of pupils and the frequency of breathing, Lynn would not have made a mistake in his observation.

A human lie detector with a memory palace that can slow down the flow of time several times in the brain, and has an excellent and detached response speed. It is still evolving, and fewer and fewer people can lie in front of Lynn.

Even from a logical point of view, Xinchazan, the chief of the Mesauron region, really needs Lynn's friendship to exchange some convenience for his motherland. How could he deliberately hide this matter until now, the icing on the cake, and his help is also said Don't send charcoal in the snow.

Lynn's polite and tactful goodbye.

It was really because of the possible identity of the countess that the suspicion aggravated, and now everyone sees whether the other party has a problem. And the worst thing is, with Lynn's ability, if he wants to dig a person, how can there be a perfect person in this world? So he can only force his brain not to think too much, to do things that waste time.

Soon, such a scene appeared on the road leading to the hunting camp.

Lin En led the horse in front of him and walked fast, and the fat sheriff, who didn't exercise much, could only try his best to drag his normally pampered fat to keep up with the young master in front.

He soon sweated profusely, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, this young master like an elves is really good at physical strength, no wonder those noble ladies are talking about him one by one. If he also has his appearance, no, he doesn't need appearance, just needs the same physical strength, and he can sleep in the pretty widow he misses in the small town.

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What Lynn didn't expect was that he was stopped halfway by a carriage coming from the town. On the trail, the carriage felt like it was racing and burning tires. Lynn couldn't help but admire the driver of the carriage.

The fat sheriff was panting. Seeing that the carriage was so sturdy, he hurried away from it for a few minutes.

In the carriage sat a familiar earl's maid.

Lynn's first thought was whether she could hire this maid to be a motorcycle girl in the future when she made motorcycles by herself. With her ability, she would definitely attract countless men with adrenaline rush to quickly fall in love with motorcycles and drag racing. Then, Lynn's second thought was, was there Ai Tali in the carriage?

Lynn's second thought was quickly validated.

Atari pushed her eyes with a pale face. She seemed to be tortured by the racing behavior of the bumpy carriage. She looked so delicate that she was about to vomit, but she still managed to hold on.

"Just now, I got the telegram from home..."

Taking a deep breath, Atari, who was leaning against the door frame, didn't talk nonsense.

Lin En couldn't help holding her hand subconsciously. At this moment, her palm was sweating and she was slightly chilled. Under the appeasement of the [Elf in the Lake], the expression of the [Astroologist] couldn't help but improve a lot.

"...The plastic monster can escape every time because it has become a chaotic spiritual body in the spirituality of rubbing again and again. If the will of the majority of individuals perishes, then a small number of individuals will replace the general body. A new individual." This is a highly probable guess that Atari, the trustee screened out from the vast archive of records of the Sifen family, UU read www. uukanshu.com She vaguely felt that Lynn might be about to start, so she rushed over in a hurry.

"what do you mean?"

Lynn couldn't digest it all for a while, and then asked Atari.

"If you encounter a plastic monster, the best way is to seriously injure it but don't kill it, give priority to controlling it, and then wait for the small part of its scattered individual spirituality to dissipate."

Atari spoke succinctly and clearly, and it could be seen that she had thought about it carefully on the way.

"thanks."

Lynn immediately nodded, grabbed her soft cat and scratched her palm quietly. While grateful, he intimately expressed his affection and affection. He rushed over from Atari's carriage to inform him of the important news, and he understood her heart. the level of concern about this matter.

The little gentleman has already speculated that the plastic demon has two individuals in the camp, one for Amiste and one for himself, and these two may have become stronger after killing one person each. However, no matter how strong the plastic demon is, it is not as strong as a bullet, mainly because it is more difficult from hiding to exposure.

Atari was expressionless at Lynn's little actions, she couldn't tell whether she liked it or hated it, she just urged him to hurry up and settle the matter.

The lady in wheelchair watched Lynn go away on the trail, and she was the one who gloated over the misfortune with some red ears, mainly because Lynn was so unlucky, she could encounter troubles when she went out hunting with a woman, like a luminous person. Like a magnet, any troublesome things will take the initiative to attract them.

And after gloating over the misfortune, this rational heterochromatic pupil fell into contemplation. As an Beyonder, having this kind of luck is both a crisis and a blessing. Maybe Lin En might have been blessed by the [Mouth of Stitches], because Bad luck is also special luck in a way.

Of course Atari had a little hidden pleasure.

That is the couple painting of Lynn and Emiste is completely scrapped~~