Is the Evil God Me?

"How can I seduce women?"

Lynn's handsome face is aggrieved, although he does have the natural pleasure of [Spring], but it is a passive skill. Can passive things count as seduction? The conscience of heaven and earth, so far Lynn has not used his appearance for profit, at most it is unconsciously pleasing.

In fact, for ordinary people with firm will, even the power of the Extraordinary may be invalidated by the self-spirituality, although it is very rare and depends on luck.

So Lynn felt that the pleasure he radiated unconsciously should not be that serious.

But considering the Black Holy Grail...

For Lynn's self-defense, there was a scoff from Yefne's beautiful nose. She obviously didn't believe what Mr. Xiao said. After all, Lynn is so smart, how could a smart person not take advantage of himself.

"The whole city knows that you hooked up with Your Excellency the Earl." Yephne complained that she, an excellent subordinate who looked pleasing to the eye, was not perfect.

"It's just a transaction."

Well, what Lynn said by himself was unfounded. He and Emistre were definitely not in a simple transactional relationship. They felt a strange feeling towards the countess.

"Where's the little doll?"

"Leeticia is a colleague in the brother department, and I just think she's cute, and it's impossible for me to fall in love with her." Lynn is not lo*ic*n, he doesn't control anything or is simply lecherous, he doesn't know that. Deny it because it's a part of who you are and why be ashamed of it.

Recognize yourself clearly, accept it reasonably, and guide it in a benign way, instead of blindly rejecting or rejecting it if you like it, then the whole person will suffer from problems.

"A bunch of nonsense, hypocrisy, aristocratic expressions."

Yefni waved her pink fist, but she was already drunk and had no deterrent power at all. Instead, she showed a cute and naive look. The scolding is eloquent. For Lynn, who has begun to learn to be cheeky, His Excellency Captain's words can't break the defense at all, but Lynn still pretends to be sad after being reprimanded.

Fortunately, Yefne didn't ask the question. If Sophia was mentioned, Lynn would have to pinching her nose.

As for another possibility, the little gentleman had no such idea in his mind at all.

Lynn's roundness and cunning made the drunk female knight instinctively unhappy. Although she couldn't speak better than Lynn, her sensitive intuition could still make her feel the essence of some things. Unhappy Yefne waved her pink fist, trying to give Lynn a physical thanksgiving education, so that he would not be allowed to deceive herself.

Probably she was really drunk and had no strength. Her movements caused her body to become unbalanced and fell to one side.

Fortunately, Lynn kept an eye on Yefne and reached out to support her arm.

Because she was a few centimeters shorter than her own team leader, Lynn had to work hard with both hands to rest her drunken head on his shoulders.

"Ephne? Yephne, you can't fall asleep on the street!"

"Yep…"

"Wake up!" Lynn was a little anxious. If she fell asleep at this time, and she had to drag her to her residence, it would be hell. So, the little gentleman made an ungentlemanly move. He was about to reach out and pat Yefne on the face, using facial stimulation to wake her up.

"I'm sorry, I should have followed the rules."

Leaning on Lynn's shoulder, the blur in Yefni's eyes suddenly disappeared, and she pinched his rude hand with precision. Those blue eyes with a hint of sadness showed no sign of drunkenness at all. Under the flickering light of the gas lamp, Yefne maintained a leaning posture.

She didn't speak for a long time, just leaned on Lynn's shoulder like this, breathing smoothly and happily.

Lynn was a little surprised, but he didn't do anything extra.

Everyone has their own stories and secrets, and human beings are not creatures that are good at sharing. If a person is willing to say something to you, he must be courageous. Lynn is the most cautious about emotions, because emotions are priceless, so he allows Yefne to rely on himself at this moment.

Tonight, the brilliance of the Moth Moon is extraordinarily clear, like a clear spring, sent by the autumn wind and turned into silk, and fell on the two of them.

It is lively and beautiful where the lights are dimmed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Yefni's murmur was inaudible at the end, as if she was whimpering.

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Yefni's house in Midtown covers a large area and is a typical house of a wealthy family. The imposing flying buttresses and redstone walls showed its own financial resources, and Lynn even saw a telephone line pulled into the house. Although I don't know exactly Yefne's background, it seems that she is rich or expensive.

Lynn sent her back to her residence, and a maid soon came out to greet her.

As a gentleman, his mission is over.

Watching Yefni disappear behind the heavy carved wooden door, Lin En was finishing her coat and top hat before turning around and leaving.

Is Yefne drunk?

For the little gentleman, the answer to this question is not important at all. As for everything that happened, it is destined to be a secret that cannot be mentioned. Keeping secrets for ladies is also a gentleman's demeanor. UU reading www.uukanshu.com It was only at this time that Lynn noticed that the moon tonight was extraordinarily large and round, and the moth moon seemed to be extremely oppressive as if it had to take everything in.

At the same time, under the same sky.

Midtown, in an alley.

"Hey...!"

From the violent inhalation sound, it is not difficult to feel the stinging pain of its owner, as if a steel nail had been directly driven into the bone, rubbing hard. The man who stood up slowly leaning against the wall noticed that his top hat was left aside, and bent over to pick it up.

"What's the matter? I obviously didn't drink that **** wine with them."

If Lynn was here, he would be surprised to find that this pale man was Clark. He should have gone home early to rest and enjoy a hot bath and coffee, but for some reason, he fell down in the alley, breathing hard with a tingling brain.

Where are you?

Clark looked at the sky with some doubts. The hanging huge moth moon was oppressing the string named Reason in the form of a giant object. He clearly remembered that he was going to go home early to rest.

Then I met in the middle of it... I met, I met...

You seem to have met someone?

Patting the dust on the top hat, Clark looked at his body. He was thinking about whether he was attacked by someone. From the perspective of a third party, the very strange scene was that Clark was completely unaware of a tall, dark, wriggling figure that was close to his side, and his eye organs seemed to have lost their ability to capture the shadow.

Then Clark seemed to remember something, patted his top hat and left the dark alley.

And that shadow, after Clark left, the blink of an eye melted into the deeper darkness.