Is the Evil God Me?

For Lynn, the happiest thing last night was the second transaction he completed with the kind lady.

Long-term investing is important.

As far as Lynn knew, the blessing method that the kind lady showed had obviously surpassed that of the head of the [Lamp Holder] branch. Of course, it is possible that Lynn misjudged, but the probability of that situation is very small.

In short, with a good start and a little thin friendship, Lynn will not be short-sighted to directly consume the friendship between each other and ask for something. Of course, it is best to have a fair deal. Even if you can't, don't do things that damage friendship. After careful analysis, Lynn used the peace conference as a bargaining chip to win the other party's attention.

The transaction went smoothly. She made it clear that the two parties were trading in private capacity, which was actually showing the importance she paid to Lynn herself.

Before leaving the astral world.

The kind lady bluntly told Lynn that she owed him a favor for this.

In the case that the real identities of both parties are further towards each other, saying such words is tantamount to saying that I will definitely make up for you when I have a chance.

Lynn, of course, readily accepted.

However, he didn't take this too seriously. Facts have proved that gratitude is easy to deteriorate without the binding of common interests. If you expect too much from the gratitude of others, you will lose the true meaning of long-term investment.

Awakening from the chaotic dream, his eyelids trembled slightly.

In the early morning, the warm sunshine was ingested on the sleepy face of the beautiful boy, and he supported his body lazily with some hangover-like discomfort. Lynn remembered that he had a holiday today. For a social animal, there is nothing more exciting than rest days and holidays.

Thinking of the time before crossing, Lynn felt sad.

At that time, he really worked hard to the point of being numb, and he didn't know what he wanted after that. Did he sleep for half a year? 10 bottles of energy drink ton ton ton? Or a beastly bed thing?

"I am alive."

Standing in front of the mirror, Lynn Moriarty, who had washed her face, looked in the mirror full of energy, her fair face flushed with health. The emerald green eyes glittered with hope, and he could feel the heart beating vigorously in his chest while breathing. It's ironic that my old self didn't feel so alive at all.

Only at this moment can life be so true.

What does Lynn's day off look like?

Of course, it is to let go of the brain.

Over the past week, a lot of information has been recorded in my brain. Under the hypermemory symptoms, remembering every detail extremely clearly was a burden that Lynn could only understand.

Especially those very impactful pictures, ordinary people will gradually become numb and forget about the emotions at that moment, but Lynn will not. For him, one of the side effects of hypermemory is that the whole person becomes emotional. If you can't deal with your backlog of emotions well, it is likely to have a serious impact on your mental health.

At least, Lynn didn't want to become a sociopathic lunatic at all.

Go downstairs and come back.

A cup of hot tea, a plate of sandwiches and boiled eggs. The simple breakfast is a bit shabby on the table, but in Lynn's eyes, the food with the morning filter is extraordinarily beautiful, and it can heal people's hearts with the purest beauty.

"I live for myself first, and then for more people."

He carefully picked up the hot tea. The image that emerged in Lynn's mind was a starving child dying under a stick. The image that emerged was the lifeless face of the Xiacheng District. It was the contemptuous smile of the pervert that he locked in.

With a cup of hot tea in the stomach, all the images of hatred and negativity gradually subsided in the warm feeling rising in the stomach. Sitting upright, Lynn had a gorgeous posture, and his lowered eyes looked like some painted portraits in the church. In addition to tasting the sweetness on the tip of the tongue, he also tasted those pictures more rationally. The mature and kind teenagers are adjusting themselves.

In the small living room, this picture scroll influenced by the morning sun is very beautiful.

It seems that he is the top painter, swaying with the richest inspiration and casting with the most expensive paint. Lin En, who was bathed in the morning light, had no joy or sorrow on his face, but revealed a particularly strong emotion.

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"My dear lady, your face is deeply rooted in my heart, it seems like..."

Hiss! !

Anxiously tearing off this fleshy love letter, Lynn scratched his head irritably. He is now caught up in one of the biggest difficulties of his life, writing love letters.

It's not that Lynn doesn't know how to write, it's that he doesn't write right.

If it is a little girl who is not yet deep in the world, Lynn is confident that his rhetoric can easily coax the other party into confusion. But if the target is a shrewd and beautiful mature woman like the countess, they will probably receive more love letters than they have eaten.

How to write this love letter so that the count can know that he did not despise her, let alone forget the transaction between them?

There is no doubt that Amiste is beautiful, famous, and owns a mansion.

She is a woman who has seen prosperity.

What kind of love letter can touch her heart? Lynn was thinking hard, but he felt that thinking in such a scheming way might be less effective. So far, Lord Amiste has been very good to himself, and Lynn cherishes such an ambiguous and sweet relationship.

Distraught, Lynn simply came to the window~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and looked down at the morning scene of Squirrel Street.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

The sudden knock on the door made Lynn stunned for a moment. He turned his head and shouted outside, already guessing who was coming over early in the morning.

"Please come in."

"I thought you would say, welcome back, sweetheart." Sophia, who pushed in the door, couldn't help complaining.

"What?" Lynn was taken aback.

"Hmm, you didn't let go of your elder sister yesterday, and you kept shouting sweetheart. Little bastard, did you know that you ripped off my bra? Hiss... I don't know how to take it lightly, it seems to be turning blue. I'm done." Carefree Sophia rubbed her plumpness, showing her sturdy side.

Lynn's head went down a bit.

Are you so terrifying? After getting drunk last night, I grabbed Sophia and did such a daring thing. What surprised Lynn even more was that Sophia didn't blow up her dog's head.

"I, I'm drunk..."

"Yes, yes, you're drunk, otherwise you won't be so obedient when I change your clothes." After yesterday, Sophia seemed to have something else mixed in her closeness to Lynn, staring resentfully. A look at Lynn.

In Lynn's embarrassment, the eldest sister quickly glanced at the love letter that was torn and written, written and torn on the table.

"What is that? A love letter?"

Sophia's tone suddenly became teasing and cheerful. This was the first time in her life that she saw her brother write a love letter.

"God, Lynn, why did you tear it up so well? If you don't know how to write it, why don't you ask me?"

"you?"

He subconsciously ignored many unimportant things. Lynn looked at the eldest sister suspiciously. He felt that it was more appropriate to have an axe in her hand than a pen.