Is the Evil God Me?

Sherlock laughed so hard that he almost breathed out. He leaned forward and backward and couldn't maintain his gentleman's demeanor. He couldn't help but took out his handkerchief and wiped the tears from his laughter. It was the first time that Lynn saw Sherlock's emotions so unrestrained, he couldn't control it at all, until Watson glanced coldly, he was forced to hold back his smile.

Even so, Mr. Detective is still, snorting from time to time, burying his head under his shoulders and trembling.

Little Mr. didn't know why Sherlock laughed so happily.

But when Sherlock was laughing wildly, he suddenly felt that this gentleman, who regarded others as characters and pawns in the script, was closer than ever before, just like an ordinary person, and there would be no natural feeling around him. of unease. Lynn was a little unsure, whether it was a good thing for him to answer Sherlock like this.

But for the sake of this cheerful laughter.

At least it's not a bad thing.

Lynn was infected by the cheerful smile, and his eyebrows turned back and forth between Iceberg Watson and Sherlock, and felt that the relationship between them was also deep and enviable. But in the midst of laughter, Mr. Xiao felt that he didn't need to envy Sherlock, he was already happy enough.

But there's really no need to be envious.

Glancing at the cruel scene of Watson's expressionless cooking of the demon-shaped body, Lynn wisely swallowed some of his doubts. Wouldn't she be afraid that she subconsciously took out a dagger and stabbed it. Considering Watson's fists and daggers, Lynn felt that when he asked this question, Sherlock would really give a life-threatening answer. They would most likely die soon, so they simply gave up.

"Thank you, Lynn..."

Sherlock took a while to calm down his emotions, and he was still wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief. Mr. Detective took a business-like attitude, thanking Lynn and looking into the distance of the camp.

"You're welcome, Sherlock."

‘I hope you can really understand what love is, although it is a small probability event. ’

Lynn also looked into the distance like Sherlock. With the extraordinary eyesight of a Beyonder, they all saw a team with torches heading towards the camp with blond hair.

The hunting party is back.

The distant fire light was vaguely reflected in the blue eyes, and Lynn knew that the return of the hunting team meant that another part of the plastic demon should also come back. Sherlock took out the censer again and made a gesture of invitation to Lynn, who couldn't help but curl his lips.

At this time, Sherlock became insecure again.

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"I think this thing should be useless."

Standing in the crowd of onlookers, Sherlock smacked his tongue and put away the [Aizhe Incense Burner] hanging from his hand.

"I feel so too……"

The expression on his face was obviously more exciting than that of the detective. Lynn watched from a distance what was happening outside the Qiushou camp. He seemed to have re-acquainted with the world, and he didn't know what to say at this time.

Actually it's not a big deal.

After the hunting team came back, they beat gongs and drums and called everyone out to watch the fun. Generally speaking, when you watch the excitement in the autumn hunting, you will see which unlucky ghost is killed by the prey, or something rare. The scenario that neither Lynn nor Sherlock had imagined was that they never dreamed that the Demon-Shaping Split would be captured as prey, and the person holding him happened to be Emiste.

The countess, dressed in a dashing hunting suit, was galloping outside the camp at the moment.

And behind her mount, she was dragging a twisted monster that was entangled in a beast net, her body was covered in bruises, and it was showing various non-human organs and tissues. This split body was not lightly injured, and the wounds of the guns could be clearly seen on the body. The countess dragged the split body around the big camp as if venting her anger and ran around the big camp, causing people's emotions to rise. It was the name of Earl Russell who shouted in unison.

The southern rose, as heroic and beautiful, everyone sings praises.

I have to say that the people watching the lively stepped on the point and shouted slogans, and it really looked like that, as if Emiste really became the goddess who spread war and killing in the world, this goddess rode on a tall horse. On, Gu Panjian always makes the atmosphere more enthusiastic.

The one who shouted the most should be Mrs. Cynthia. This strong woman did not know where to hold a bottle of wine, put it on her shoulders easily, and used it as a drum beat to cheer her friend.

From the mouths of the returning hunting parties, Lynn probably learned what happened on Emiste's side.

When this calm and lazy countess went hunting in the Black Forest with the hunter, she had little energy at first, and let the maids with guns do all kinds of things for her, including aiming and shooting, anyone could see it. Revered the beautiful Lord Amiste is missing someone, presumably because of something we talked about this morning~www.wuxiamtl.com~ She is like a dozing lioness, taking a boring stroll or stopping to rest.

Things didn't change until someone in the hunting party died suddenly.

The daring plastic demon felt that the wild might be a good opportunity, just to reshape his spirituality, so he took some unlucky ghost to operate. What is more mysterious is that it uses the image of Amiste, one can imagine how furious the squinting countess was when facing the accusation. Just as scary.

Then she used her strong wrists and the courage to host the Russell family to tell anyone who underestimated her that under her peach buttocks, sitting not only on the motor waist of her little lover, but also on the throne of the Russell family.

After suppressing the inappropriate emotions in the hunting team with a very tough attitude.

The countess is like a general who controls the battlefield. She first sent her almighty personal maid to investigate the traces, and then she boldly organized the few Beyonders and gun-wielding maids in the hunting party, giving priority to Choose to slowly exit the forest and seduce the daring monster who dares to use his own appearance to take the bait.

This unlucky plastic demon really took the bait.

In other words, a group of mortals who behave badly will naturally arouse the hunting instinct of hunters, just like wild dogs will chase after people who turn around and run away.

Then the plastic demon was brought down alive by the subtle cooperation of the maids with guns.

The maid with a gun specially trained by the countess, under her special slogan order, whether it is changing the front line or alternately covering, the fire suppression is done extremely skillfully.

It was lucky that it didn't get killed directly.

Then his hands and feet were broken, and he was happily dragged back by Amiste as a trophy.