Is the Evil God Me?

He did not ride on a horse, but he was faster than a horse. It whistled like a gust of wind on the field and went straight through. The posture can be relaxed and comfortable, and it floats lightly forward under the support of the airflow.

Are you flying?

It should be said that he is gliding. Lynn only needs to tap the ground lightly with his toes, and the restraint of gravity is reduced to a very weak level. Under the action of many forces in the beautiful streamlined spiritual field, he feels like he is moving at a high speed. The sports car with full horsepower on the road, the eyes can't even keep up with the sprint speed.

And this is clearly not the limit.

It's cool, but it's also a little bit frightening. Lin En was afraid that a silly roe deer would suddenly jump up on the plain. If he hit it to death by himself, it would be bad luck, but the force is mutual, and he didn't want to take it at all. The flawless body of the Black Holy Grail collided with others at high speed.

Under the bright moonlight, Lin En was like an inconspicuous dark shadow, and in the extremely fast sliding, some kind of expectation that it automatically exudes made the spirit child appear in a hidden state.

Even if a Beyonder occasionally catches a glimpse, he doesn't notice anything.

The transport carriage took nearly an hour, and in less than fifteen minutes, Lynn finished running or skidding at the same speed as a racing car. Fortunately, this place is mainly dominated by hills and plains. When he was racing, he would not encounter any obstacles, and he would die in a car accident. Well, the angel who died in a car accident because of racing is definitely the best in the world. One of the funniest jokes.

It seems thrilling, but in fact it is as stable as an old dog. The little gentleman stopped outside the town with a speed of 120 mph, and he was in a good mood.

If anyone could see Lynn at this time, it would definitely feel like a scene from a horror story.

An indescribable monster with black aura all over its body is reaching out its claws to this poor and ignorant town, its coveted greed seems to be overflowing from the deepest depths of the most evil abyss, with a tinge that will make mortals terrified all day long. The sins roared past.

Just translate it.

In fact, Lynn was racing, and he couldn't help but sneezed, and the dominant black veil of those spiritual sons that changed and entwined according to his thoughts also spilled forward a little.

It was very indecent, and it could even be said that he was destroying his image by wiping his nose. Lynn reconfirmed that his fully overwritten external image was a shadowy figure in black gauze. go in the direction.

The black saint allures the city.

It's okay to appreciate it, and it's fine to be yourself. Lynn can't bear to be seen all over his body, so every time he overwrites it, he decides to show people this kind of hazy human figure. Such a state easily reminds Lynn of a person, Mr. Umbrella.

Mr. Umbrella's appearance is also vague and hazy.

The only thing I remember after meeting him is that the umbrella beside him is clearer than anything else. It is estimated that if he is unwilling, whether ordinary Beyonders can remember him is a matter of two things. Back then, it was only with the help of the Black Holy Grail that Lin En retrieved the erased memory.

Like a ghost, Lynn has become accustomed to walking with floating feet instead of walking on his feet. This wonderful feeling that he is free from gravity, but will be dragged down by gravity as he wakes up from a dream, makes him go to the ocean. On the way to the museum, it was a lot of fun.

Even the time was unknowingly delayed a lot.

When Lynn saw the familiar architectural style and reassuring lights of the Ocean House, he keenly captured that the lights in Atari's room had not gone out.

Obviously, she said that her efforts were in vain, but in fact, the lady in wheelchair was still busy, reading at night, hoping to prove herself to some piling maniac.

He tilted his head left and right.

After thinking for a moment, Lynn figured out how to get in, just knocked on the door and paid a polite visit.

This may sound a little weird, but it's not a big problem when you think about it. A polite angel sounds a little surprised, but that's an angel. Is it worth making a fuss when an angel is interested in doing something strange? Even if it is shouting out, others will sneer and have no knowledge.

The so-called Dihua is just like this. He thinks that he is presumptuous, but makes him look stupid, smart but not smart. However, how can there be so many idiots in the world? People are not NPCs, they can think and speculate. Sooner or later, they will be tested to the depths.

Why don't you elevate yourself again and again, so that others can't see the depth of yourself, so that you can be safe and sound today. As long as I grow up fast enough, other people won't think I'm a mystic!

The spirituality was hazy and hazy, and the whole person looked extremely mysterious. Lynn seemed to have suddenly escaped from the dark night and knocked on the door of the Ocean House.

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Atari is in a good mood today~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It doesn't matter why she is good. This person is in a good mood. No matter what he does, the efficiency is doubled, but it is much stronger than the 996 good news. It is like work and playing games. It is more efficient to play games that can arouse people's interest.

Miss Wheelchair is now using the efficiency of playing games to sort out those ancient language analysis materials that usually seem boring and boring. She will take these materials back later, just to chat with those stubborn and arrogant old men in Livia University, Da slapped them in the face with this.

Nothing is more pleasurable than this.

It was all to blame for the arrogant and prejudiced old men who were unwilling to give themselves the title of honorary professor, Atari clenched her fists and said that she must make them look good when she goes back this time.

She is already the enforcer of the [Suppression Bureau], and there are some excuses that can be used in the rules to tease those old guys.

Atari's excitement was quickly interrupted.

When a maid who seemed a little flustered knocked on the door, she told her that there seemed to be a particularly mysterious Beyonder coming from below, saying that she was here to investigate something, and hoped that the owner of this room or the Beyonder who could become the master would come forward and talk. It happened that the countess and the little gentleman went hunting together, and Atari, who had inconvenient legs, became the only candidate.

Is there an Extraordinary coming to the door so late?

Judging from some files and cases, it is not a good omen. Everyone knows that when Beyonders appear at night, it often indicates that big trouble will happen.

Atari adjusted her appearance and was pushed downstairs by the maid, like a dignified attitude of a hostess.

When she saw the scene in the hall, she subconsciously widened her eyes, and a voice exploded in her heart.

'The upper sequence! ? ’