Is the Evil God Me?

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After coming out of the [Poor Ghost's Hell], the not very free and comfortable air in it immediately moved away from Lynn.

The sun shone on him, but he felt that the temperature was insufficient and he was a little weak.

This made the little gentleman involuntarily look up at the burning celestial body in the sky, and soon his eyes hurt and he paid the price for his reckless behavior.

Before I knew it, it was already November.

[Steam Capital] In less than a month, there will be a wave of first snow, and the consumption of wood and coal will also skyrocket. This port city is a warm, non-frozen port. It won't be icy and snowy in winter, but sometimes there will be light snow. No wonder the sun has begun to look weak. Winter is the domain of the stern goddess of death, and even the great sun cannot interfere at will.

Tightening his coat a little bit, Lynn quickened his pace.

His place with Sophiayo is near Squirrel Street.

'Ah, I seem to have been a little dizzy lately. ’

On the way, Mr. Xiao suddenly remembered something.

That is, the interest agreed between him and the countess has not been fulfilled normally, but he was relieved quickly.

Ever since the charming and beautiful mature woman frequented her office, the rustic head maid with glasses, Meredith, would blushed and lowered her head to look at the door, eavesdropping on some strange sounds. In a serious place like the office, it seems that it is easier to arouse Amiste's interest. She will always deliberately make Lynn stand up and down, and then she is a little caught off guard by Lynn's hug and crush.

I didn't miss the gun, but the well-cooked and juicy meat, the softness and bulge of the amazing arc, and the delicate and tender touch with endless aftertaste, the experience is almost the same.

But the countess hangs Lynn, even if her eyes are already dripping with water, and she can't help her nasal voice like crying, she can win. Lynn has been very angry recently, and it's because of this that she holds Sophia and tossed every day.

Twice, poor Meredith was also involved.

Under the Countess's majestic order, Lynn unlocked something from the head maid that made him a little tongue-tied, a breast wrap. Holding the cloth strip with body temperature, Lynn couldn't help but sighed at the greatness of the Creator, which was almost as good as the count of the beauty, and almost did not stretch the button of the maid's clothes, so he had to unbutton two buttons to breathe.

Probably because of the small games in the office.

The sultry and gorgeous lady, Emister, didn't care about Lynn's interest, and was very happy to replace it with a small game. But recently, because of some things, the peach-filled countess didn't come to Lynn's office very often, or invited him to her manor.

After all, the adjustment is the adjustment, the favor is favored, and Amiste's brain is always sober like Lynn. When busy with business, it will not be affected.

'No, this lady is very shrewd, she has to find time to fulfill her promise, or she will die when she turns her face. ’

The little gentleman has been able to appreciate the beauty of the big car and the fear of the big car getting angry. Thanks to the big sister who is tossed every day, her sacrifice has allowed him to have sufficient confidence to face the Countess, a stunner.

If Sophia knew what was in Lynn's mind.

Then she will probably grab Lynn's ear to the bedroom, and have a good chat with him about what it means to win the countess quickly.

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Squirrel Street, as the intersection of the middle and lower urban areas, here you can not only see the good roads extending from the middle urban area, some public infrastructure such as garbage bins and street lights, but also the unique mess in the lower urban area. Make everything untidy and hygienic.

People who live here either climb up or fall down.

And many times, if you want to climb up, you inevitably have to step on someone else's head as a stepping stone. This cruel social rule is displayed in a very straightforward and rude way in this special junction area.

Seemingly friendly neighbors, but in reality they are preoccupied with each other.

The money that can be made is earned with all your life, as long as it is not your family, the life and death of others have nothing to do with you.

The existence of the Youth Gang is even more like a duck in water here. These nimble and cunning little **** can bring a lot of oil and water every day. Most of these oil and water will be taken away by the actual controller of the juvenile gang, that is, the gang in Xiacheng District, which is the so-called tax.

It has to be said that it is a great irony that the gangs openly set taxes on the territory of the blank that the official rights cannot reach.

Many social eccentricities, to trace their origins, are all at the mercy of interests.

For example, in the real estate sector, it seems that some people can’t help but talk about the rise and fall of house prices. This involves the interests of local finance, real estate speculators, and ordinary people. These three are often in front of interests and can be very flexible. The change in the situation is quite a bit like everyone scolds scalpers, but everyone is a scalper.

Sophia sighed a little while looking at the little **** who were sneaking around.

She just saw with her own eyes the two little **** who were taking cover, one selling flowers for cover, the other touching his wallet, and easily took the wallet from the unlucky one. But the eldest sister didn't stop it, because if she stopped it, the little **** might pay less than a day's tax.

Here, what happens to underpayment of taxes?

They were beaten violently, ordered to pay more taxes, and beaten anywhere except the hands and feet, and the gang members were very poisonous. In the worst cases, the hands and feet are disabled, and they are thrown to beggars or circuses to create new income.

Dare to run away?

Unless you can smuggle out to sea and leave the city forever, or die.

By the way, the smugglers at sea are as black-hearted as the gangs. If they go to smuggling alone, they will end up like an Indian girl who takes the black bus alone.

As a member of the gang, Sophia cannot break the rules of the road.

That's why she kept thinking about it, thinking that she could open a monastery to accommodate these little guys. Only when the light of the church shines into this darkness can it bring light to some people, otherwise it will break the rules. Thinking of this, Sophia began to break her fingers again, using her poor math to calculate how much she had saved to apply for a monastery after deducting the expenses for helping her younger brother.

As for Lynn's previously promised investment feedback.

She, who had already lived together, didn't take it to heart at all. She felt that it was unlikely that Lynn would have the financial resources if he didn't win the countess.

"Bad, if I become a nanny, wouldn't I have to abstain from sex?"

Suddenly Sophia discovered a blind spot that she had neglected for a long time, and she patted her head very annoyed. The eldest sister quickly turned her eyes and found a countermeasure, as long as she repented on time every day. And in the monastery, it is not that there is no such thing as men and women.

Just when Sophia was feeling complacent about her flexible approach, she suddenly fell into an embrace, which made her subconsciously raise her elbow and slam it backwards.

"Well!!"