Is the Evil God Me?

Originally intending to change the subject, Lynn also followed Emiste's topic.

There are traces of the [Painless Apostle], as if it were an inconspicuous wrinkle on the water, and it disappeared after the last rhyme. In the small garden, the scene where the beauty and the youthful faces complement each other, can be described as a rare picture of the beautiful scenery in the midtown area in recent days.

The countess began to speak up.

Tell him which people he needs to visit to thank later, who can be thanked verbally, and who are unqualified as friends because of their untimely contributions, and need to distance themselves.

The countess was very sensitive when it came to speaking for Lynn.

It's like there is a small notebook in my heart for those guys to memorize. It can be said that while busy doing things, I can still memorize so many things. When Lin En listened, he couldn't help hugging the plump and mature body of the beautiful mature woman from behind. He didn't have any evil thoughts, but was moved in his heart.

What? Dare to move? This is really not dare.

Emister gave Lynn a charming look, and let him hold her with a three-point sweeter tone, continuing to talk about the social interaction that Lynn needs to worry about. People can't leave social networking when they are alive, and if they want to live better, they can't leave social networking. Social networking is currently the most effective way to strengthen contacts and make friends.

'The lower abdomen feels really good, hehe, it's really good...'

Lynn rubbed it with his mischievous hand. He remembered that the countess's body and posture were amazingly perfect.

The **** belly button was pressed twice.

The countess blushed slightly and flicked Lynn's forehead.

"You've only been in jail for three days, not three years."

"If you haven't seen each other for one day, it feels more distant than three years. If you haven't seen each other for three days, that's nine or ten years." Lynn ate the beautiful woman's tofu righteously.

Nine years! Do you know how he spent the past nine years?

He wrote to Yuri every day, it was so much fun.

It is estimated that if Emista knew that Lynn thought so, she would have the heart to hang cement and sink him into the Taylor River, which would be a serious humiliation for a charming lady. The lady who didn't have the ability to read minds, of course, was overjoyed when she heard Lynn's flattering words, but she still snorted twice, and Peach pushed him back.

"Don't forget, you are going to visit the person to thank later, and I won't repeat it for you."

After flirting with the little gentleman, Amiste winked and glanced at Lynn's somewhat unnatural face proudly. Before he tried to tighten his embrace, he slipped out of this wicked embrace like a fluttering butterfly. The countess giggled and smiled coquettishly, with a kind of neatness to leave.

"I remember all the people you just said, but one is missing." Lynn knew that he was being revenge.

"Is there?" Amiste frowned immediately, she knew Lynn's monster-like memory.

"Of course, it's you."

Lynn still remembers one thing, and that is the promise she made with her, and it's almost time to honor it.

"The autumn hunt is about to begin. When will the deal be concluded?" The deal between him and the countess can be concluded, but the subsequent affection and common interests are still very long.

"Before the autumn hunt, you still need to do some homework."

"Homework?" Lynn shivered. He was afraid that he would be caught by the steward again. That obsessive-compulsive disorder was really scary.

"You don't think that autumn hunting is just hunting and entertainment for the nobles. Some of the doorways inside, I will let Merthys teach you before departure." Emiste then said with some teasing. "I see that the two maids in your family are generally used. They should be replaced."

"After the storm, it's a relaxing hunt. It's perfect."

"Perhaps more than that, the girls around me should also learn more from Merdice~~"

There was a hint of interest in Amiste's beautiful eyes.

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This modest and spacious house in Midtown welcomed several distinguished guests, and these beautiful guests left when they were satisfied. The house returned to its former comfort and tranquility. No one came to disturb Lynn again. He sat in the study room and enjoyed the cosy peace.

Not long after sitting on the chair with his head upside down, the Black Holy Grail's forehead carefully protruded out of Lynn's field of vision.

There was a trace of worry in the bright red eyes.

The half-body worry was also a reflection of Lynn's real emotions. He couldn't help but spit, and lamented that he had lost his life, and that he could not really be completely peaceful no matter what.

Lynn adjusted his sitting position, and quickly picked up some of the information files that Yefne secretly stuffed him.

The follow-up influence of the third team is still quite a lot.

First of all, the director was officially sacked, and the Campbell family supporter behind Alfred came to power. As soon as this gentleman came to power, he took the expansion policy as the [Suppression Bureau] The focus of future work emphasizes the need to expand the [Suppression Bureau] to match the functions of Stim and even the expansion of multiple cities.

An executive order from Headquarters has also been issued and will begin after adequate preparation.

The other is the investigation about Ziegler. The [Suppression Bureau] did not have Ziegler's body, but according to some judgments of divinity, Ziegler should be dead. There is an investigation into Ziegler's identity and her social relationship, and it is strictly checked whether there is a ghost of [Gem Club] around her.

The last one is Clark.

The condolences about him will be held in two days. At that time, Lynn, as his teammate, also needs to attend, and he will send him the last ride according to the habit of [Lantern Master] to bid farewell to his companions.

"The things of the dead are for the living. If the living don't care, what's the point of it?" Lynn didn't know what to do with Clark's funeral.

He really wanted to pull Clark out of the coffin, give him two punches, and make him communicate with himself like a man.

If there is still his whole body in the coffin.

Lynn put away Yefni's documents slowly, and then came to the bright window. The sun just fell on him, standing on the junction of darkness and light, the little gentleman's emerald-like green eyes stared at this bustling and noisy city from a distance.

It was so big that what happened before could easily be submerged in the river of life. This is the case in industrialized big cities, and no matter how intense the feelings are, they will be eliminated in the icy steel jungle. But at least, no matter what the price, their actions did change the state of the lower city.

Just change little by little and the world will always be better.