Is the Evil God Me?

If it was in Stim, with the dedicated spirit of those writers, I am afraid that what will be in Lynn's hands now is a newspaper with a scent of ink, and even a lingering warmth. The title of the first edition above was probably: Labour's son won't woo, kill poor country girl with his backhand? Or, what is so bloody? So many amazing secrets.

But this is not in the [Steam City]. Although there are indeed some reporters who join in the fun are running around the camp, holding cameras and waving all kinds of rough drafts in their hands, but obviously they can't do handprint newspapers. degree.

After Lynn finished washing up, looking at the excitement of these guys, those who didn't know thought it was a royal nobleman who died.

But on second thought.

In this era, the death of a princess and a prince is indeed good news, but it is always a little less shocking and topical. After all, this is not the era of feudal lords with completely closed information. If the topic changed, a gentleman with a successful career killed a village girl he had helped, then it would be somewhat worth discussing.

Peach, violence, murder, class antagonism, youthful impulses.

good guy...

Lynn turned his head and found several points that appealed to people's senses. He felt that if he was in charge of the knife, this report could be even more explosive, with a nether filter, and a few more to listen to friends and someone. , to portray the village girl as the perfect victim, and strive to reach the level where a certain blogger's composition is directly sentenced to death.

After having some fun with some immorality in his heart, Lynn quickly turned serious.

This should be the hands of the people in charge, and it happened to be after last night, which happened to be the time for many oligarchs to think about how to better cooperate with the new cabinet.

Sometimes the thoughts of the pieces in the game are not really important. Even if they have their own will, the players who occupy a more favorable position can make the pieces obedient.

When Lynn came to the inside of the luxurious big tent, he was a little surprised that he didn't find the countess in the tent. She went to bed very early last night. Did she get up early this morning to breathe the fresh air and play?

"Where's Madame?"

Lynn turned around and asked a maid who was packing in the tent.

"Ah? The count went out to wash, I saw Meredith serving there." The maid looked a little uncertain, it seemed that the countess had already gone out when she came in.

The little gentleman hasn't thought about it.

With the morning dew vapor, the ruddy and energetic lady entered the tent. She was wearing an equestrian uniform, and it seemed that she really got up early to breathe fresh air. After all, in a place like [Steam Capital], smog and exhaust gas are inhaled every day, and the air quality in the manor outside the city is only improved, which is comparable to the idyllic natural air of Beifeng Town.

"It's so lively outside."

As soon as he came in, with a cold body fragrance, the beautiful mature woman who had washed up was very happy to give the little gentleman a hug that was directly buried and unable to breathe. When Lynn felt that he was suffocated by the smell of milk, the luxury cart was the one that spared him, the crushed child, and Amiste, who had a charming look in his eyes, stuck to him, busy with the maid. They walked inside with envious eyes.

"I heard from Meredith that you had a great time last night."

"Well, it's alright." Lynn thought to himself, the head maid didn't reveal her secrets, so let him be vague.

"When we go back and find a chance, let's try it too?" The countess's eyes flashed strangely, and she whispered provocatively in the ear of the little man.

"Your will."

This rude request, as a gentleman, Lynn is naturally unable to refuse. He wants to let the powerful and powerful of the old society experience how terrible the slaps and whips of the working people are.

Emister was so lazy that she lay down on the big soft bed, and Lynn took off her boots for her, the beauty was as small and round as pearls, and the pair of arched feet like snow lotus. This was on Lynn's thigh, and he slowly drew circles across his pants.

Her dexterous feet seemed to be perfect works of art, evoking the graceful curvature and whiteness of Venus.

"Hmm~ The scenery around here is really nice. After walking around, I heard a noise when I came back. The country girl is still gone."

He teased Lynn with his feet naughty and motioned for him to massage himself. Lynn and Amiste were also impolite and chatted about it while pinching her elastic calf muscles.

"Leonardo estimates that his hair will be wiped out by him." Lynn asked a little bit in his eyes.

"Well, he really should have a headache. Push harder, that's right there, um hum... It's too late for him to send a telegram to call for help. Before the Labour Party came to power, he was splashed with dirty water. It is estimated that many people are starting to re-open. Considering the delineation of cooperation, I hope he can save himself in time." The countess squinted her eyes with happiness, and Lynn's dexterous and powerful fingers could poke her sensitive points every time, making her humming as if she was being trained. .

"Could this be..."

"Does that matter?"

The countess asked Lynn back~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This question stopped him. This is indeed the case. It has already happened. How bad is the impact? You can see from the reporters who are like stimulants. There may be many people who have been arranged in advance.

Leonardo made a mistake.

His mistake was that he was too confident in himself. He felt that this game had dealt with the village girl named Aya, and he thought he could handle it after winning the opponent's sincerity.

Lynn raised an eyebrow and didn't continue the topic.

The countess gently nudged the little man with her jade feet, then flipped on the blanket and lay down. The plump buttocks that bulged from her slim waist seemed to rise from the ground like a mountain peak, swaying in a very graceful arc. The charming lady hooked her fingers, wiping the slanted red corners of her eyes, she was obviously beating her back after the massage.

"You work at the [Suppression Bureau]. You are considered a very good newcomer in recent years. You are very good in every aspect."

Emiste obviously paused, obviously wanting to say that Lynn's ability to do things is also excellent.

"Sherlock Holmes is also praised for being excellent. He is said to be an extremely good detective~~ How about this, are you interested in challenging him? Grab his title of great detective. The Countess was so excited that she urged Lynn to trouble Sherlock.

Two handsome gentlemen fighting in the same case, this is definitely another news that can catch the eye in the autumn hunt.

Lynn was speechless about the Countess's enthusiasm, but it couldn't be denied that Lynn was indeed eager to try Sherlock, which was probably the young man's competitive spirit. But this matter, Lynn does have some interest, mainly because if Leonardo is really gone, it means that his promises are all in vain.

How is this possible?

Absolutely not!