Is the Evil God Me?

With the name Emiste Russell, and the huge power it represents, more people in this salon who have read the information are flocking to it, Lynn feels like there is only one person playing the band, like Tom in a hurry. Cats have to serve a variety of musical instruments.

On the premise of maintaining grace, you have to ensure that you will not go wrong.

If you misremember the family honors of some nobles, it will be a joke. In response to Lynn's sausage-stuffed response, Emiste elegantly shook her fan and whispered coquettishly in his ear.

"Reliable and capable Mr. Lynn, I'm tired enough today, let's go back to rest first~~ Hmm, if you're fast enough, you might be able to catch me in the bathroom panicking and punish me severely I'm a wicked woman~"

Then……

The countess smiled and threw Lynn here, and slipped away first.

Lynn tried to maintain a smile during the entertainment, but his fists clenched involuntarily. No matter how long we have been tired of being together, Amiste can always easily stir up the flames in the hearts of men. In the face of this stunner, you can't bear to really beat her with your fists, so you can only choose to whip her fiercely. .

I swear by the inexhaustible energy of the 【Lake Fairy】.

When he goes back today, someone is in trouble today, and it is a big trouble. He has prepared nine methods in his mind, nine fierce methods that make her cry for mercy.

Lynn's thoughts can only be held in his heart depressed now.

He has been socializing all the time until the sun has a tendency to slant westward, and his head began to warm slightly to protest the master not to meticulously memorize so many things for that bad woman.

With a sigh of relief, Lynn instructed the attendants to carefully pack the two dried paintings and send them back to the Ocean House. These two paintings are both favorites of myself and the countess. Let's paint them as a couple. It is a rare unexpected harvest in this autumn hunt.

When the little gentleman was busy here, a shabby figure came over to talk to him a little timidly.

Painter Warden.

The artist who took the opportunity Lynn offered and became a celebrity, this chin riba man's face and muscles are sore today with a smile on his face. The humble temperament left on him has not been washed away by flattery, and Worden did not say that the whole person just floated up, and no one paid attention to it.

As a humble and polite guy, he has been holding on to his hat, quietly waiting aside, temporarily turning down all kinds of invitations and greetings, until Lynn's side is almost busy, he dares to come over and talk to him.

"Mr. Lynn, please allow me to admire your beauty, your splendor is like a scorching sun, and all eyes are on it, and the golden scales on the sea are the gifts you sowed. I, Worden, a lowly man, able to use a paintbrush Drawing your demeanor is the greatest honor in my life, and I swear I will follow your beauty..."

"Uh, stop."

Lynn, who was already mentally weak, hurriedly interrupted this guy's utterly disgusting flattery. The fiery light in his eyes seemed to be able to burn a candle directly to ashes, and when it fell on Lynn's body, he had a trace of it. Weird chill.

God, the person who does a good job every day can't be gay, right?

I heard that these people who play art are more open to playing than ordinary people. What hahaha, no cover conference, gays and lesbians are by my side, it is really discussing the forefront of art, facing the problems of morality and law. Add to this the madness of the world's extraordinary pollution, and sometimes an artist is a high-risk profession.

"I have heard more compliments today than my seventeen years of life combined. If you are willing to express your purpose simply and clearly, I will be very grateful." Lynn squeezed out a smile.

One compliment will benefit the body and mind, ten compliments will make the whole person feel sublimated, and the vast number of compliments will make people feel nauseous.

"Oh yes this one, I want to express my gratitude to you, yet I am so humble, like a tiny dust in front of you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have worked so hard to create this painting, it's an amazing achievement My only prayer is that your amazing beauty will not be damaged, and I am willing to hold this beauty for you forever."

"Uh, what else..."

Lynn felt a little disgusted at this time, and felt that he might have run into a gay. After all, an artist can do anything in order to obtain materials. In this world of extraordinary existence, it is considered a light taste to be gay. Rich people are usually tired of playing, and they can do anything in private for sensual enjoyment, not only [Daughter of the Cup], but there are still extreme sects under other righteous gods.

Lynn suddenly regretted helping Worden~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He felt that he might have harmed him, and suddenly raised him to a position that did not belong to him.

In his eyes there was the fiery light of a fanatic.

Having had the shadow of the divinity of the [Painless Apostle] before, in this world with an infinite number of potential lunatics, Lynn was a little vacuous to tell the truth.

"Oh, I also have a friend, my guide, who hopes to have a talk with him after you calm down a little." Worden's enthusiasm finally subsided a lot.

"Your friend? Where is he?" Lynn decided to quickly send Worden and his friends away.

Best to never meet again.

Worden enthusiastically introduced a middle-aged man with a weathered, goatee beard and exotic clothes to Lynn. This man had a name as unique as his appearance: Sinchazan, and he was indeed not an Albion, an elder from the region of Messauron.

The Messauron region is rich in two things.

Yellow sand and oil.

The first is dispensable, but the second is an important component in the blood of today's mainland powerhouses. This desert tribal kingdom, after being invaded by more powerful and excessive steel, gunpowder and Beyonders, laid down its ancient dignity and rules and became a source of raw materials.

Facing the majestic and invincible battleships, and the demigod Beyonders who came across the sea to suppress everything, any ancient corruption must bow their heads.

Of course, in Albion's propaganda, the people of these places are savage and uncivilized natives.

They are lazy and ugly, and they need civilized people to educate them with iron and blood. The result of this kind of indoctrination is that the Mesauron region was merged into the civilized world after being severely beaten, but in a rather humiliating and confused attitude. Located in the messenger's mansion in the [Steam City], there is a share of Mesauron.