Is the Evil God Me?

Mrs. Cynthia almost didn't make Lynn's heart and lungs stagnate. To the horror of the countess, apart from helping him block the most dangerous wave, she no longer expressed that she was obviously letting him play his social charm. He understood, what is a business that does not lose money, as much as he eats from the countess, he has to vomit as much from the strong woman.

Fortunately, Lynn's expression management has always been excellent.

Excellent social rhetoric, as well as various long and difficult sentences, and after quickly calming down, he treated Cynthia, a Sequence 5, as an inorganic body, and skilled self-hypnosis in his brain. With this series of buffs, Lynn was actually able to compete with this mighty man. The female man chats and laughs.

too young too simple!

I, Lynn, have seen a lot of wind and waves, and I have a lot of fun with who I am.

If Mrs. Cynthia hadn't had the bad habit of slapping her shoulders every now and then, Mr. Cynthia would have thought this shocking meeting was perfect.

"...Well, it seems that Amiste is right, no wonder she favors you so much, let us support you more... Oh hahaha, you still have a good plan, I look forward to your being sent. Yu Gaowang's little guy...Stim, oh ha ha ha, don't worry, I will go to Amiste for coffee when I have time, and then I will bring coffee beans from the far south." Happy female man It was almost about to slap Lynn into a minor injury, and the quick self-healing shoulder couldn't even catch up with the damage caused by her slap.

No, I'm not at all concerned.

When Lin En heard that this strong woman was coming to visit, his shoulders were about to be scrapped, and he only felt the chrysanthemum tighten, which was quite a strange feeling of pain in the balls.

After a little bit of basics, Mr. Xiao understands that this female barbarian just looks rough, but in fact is very thin.

This almost ugly appearance is a kind of intimidation and deterrence. She can use this stupid and rough appearance to take more advantage in the negotiation. Just when she was just talking about the transportation at the Taylor River port, Cynthia intentionally or unintentionally The stack of silver Sule pinched on his fingers, and then crushed and smashed it alive in front of Lynn like he was pinching mud.

Compared with his own perfect physique, it is estimated that he can only fold a silver sole in half. He really wanted to call Cynthia's muscles an invincible physique.

So suffocating and suffocating.

Fortunately, the old friends of the countess are not all full of shocks like the strong female warriors. The next Count Andy to be introduced will be much normal, at least compared to Mrs. Cynthia.

Pale face, bright red lips, elegant and dark temperament, feminine beauty, vaguely visible fangs, and the red wine glass of unknown liquid.

Just like a vampire.

He should be an extremely rare [Dead] [Spring]-based Extraordinary Profession, and a [Blood Baron]-based path. How rare is this special occupation?

It's a little better than the elves that have disappeared.

It is said that this career path contains the hard work of a righteous god. It is not a change of name like other professions, but directly to the name of the blood family with the title and honorary title. As for which righteous **** [Suppression Bureau] file information Without going into details, Lynn guessed that it was either [Wailing Goddess] or [Weaving Moth].

Another reason for the scarcity of blood clans is that promotion is too difficult. The basic nature is two strong conflicting genders, and there has been a crazy recruitment since Sequence 9.

Proportional to risk is return.

The Way of the Blood Race is an Extraordinary who can run into the spirit world to survive with few Sequence 9s, the strange and hard-to-prevent blood tricks, all kinds of insidious curses and black magic, and the characteristics that are difficult to be killed directly, all endowed with this A strong foundation for the profession.

Earl Andy's sequence should be at 7 or 6, and the sense of danger he gave Lynn's instinct was not as serious as that of Cynthia. If the strong woman is a roaring chariot, then this vampire is a blade in the shadows.

Lynn didn't use the ability of [Doomsday Bloodline] to test Count Andy to death.

Earl Andy, who is so young that he can't tell his actual age, is very enthusiastic about Lynn. This enthusiasm is probably seen in Lynn's elven-like appearance. This somewhat narcissistic vampire pulls him into various handsome poses in front of the mirror. Then it was evaluated as a judge and a contestant.

"Sure enough, my beauty is even better."

A picture of me intoxicated more beautiful than Duke Xu in the north of the city, Earl Andy waved his curly hair, and then comfortably patted the little gentleman on the shoulder so that he would not be discouraged.

"hiss!!"

It's not hard to hear from Lynn's sudden inhalation how much this unexpected addition made him miserable.

"Your eyes are very beautiful, like emeralds. Is the edge of the gene dominant? I remember that your dominant trait is more in the permafrost." Andy looked at Lynn with interest. The eyes, the silver-hooped jasper, can have such characteristics even the ones with high status in the permafrost countries.

Where did Amiste get this emerald?

Andy murmured in his heart, thinking that if he were to rely on himself, he would pick up two to play with, not to mention his appearance, it would be pleasing to the eyes as a puppet in the bedroom.

"Actually I'm a native of Albion~www.wuxiaspot.com~."

Lynn thought about it for a while and answered with certainty.

His eyes and hair color are the same as his mother. The mother is indeed a Romance, and it seems that he still doesn't know where he is from a small aristocrat. They should be a normal husband and wife relationship, at least in Lynn's memory, the two are very loving, but they do seem to be hiding something.

"Want to come and try it? The authentic fresh taste, just asked the attendant to take it out." Andy said and poured a glass of red unknown liquid for Lynn.

"Blood?" Lynn hesitated.

"How is it possible, this is prejudice and discrimination against the blood race, and it is not elegant at all." Andy, who felt humiliated, refuted righteously, and then lowered his tone. "It's a spirit brewed from blood crystal worm powder. It is a thousand times more delicious and a thousand times healthier than human blood. There are no parasites in it."

"Then I'd love to try it."

Seeing Lynn's talk like this, Andy smiled with satisfaction. The moment he let go of the wine glass, he swiped his right hand in the blind spot of his vision, and a strand of platinum hair fell into his hand lightly and without feeling. This scene fell into many pairs of eyes, but no one thought it was strange.

On the other side of the small room, the owner of this room, an old common man, was leaning on crutches, coughing from time to time and chatting with Emista.

"That's what you asked Andy for?"

"That's right."

"It doesn't look like this answer affects your support for him."

"Of course, I support him, not his possible bloodline, but in order to avoid some accidents coming sooner than tomorrow, I have to learn about his blood." Emiste's eyes were a bit deep.

"Your right, Andy's mouth is very reliable." Raphael's dry face trembled twice.

"That's why I asked him."