Is the Evil God Me?

Lynn has never had such an experience. In this complex environment where the moonlight is on and off, and the darkness occasionally changes, the enemy who wants his own life can detect each other's confrontation in his perception. Both sides are quite a bit of a rat, but obviously it's definitely not a loss for Lynn to delay the time.

He doesn't believe that the plastic demon is willing to continue to spend with himself here.

Especially after giving it a not-so-light trauma.

Sensing by smelling blood.

The little gentleman's breath was full of the lifeless blood of the plastic demon. En's eyes are so conspicuous. I don't know if it is the influence of the doomed blood descendants. Lynn has a little curiosity about the blood of demon plasticizers that he wants to study.

I don't know how many rounds the wind in my ear has blown.

After a certain moment, Lynn's expression was startled, and the perception of the blood just abruptly disappeared. It's like watching a video and editing a character to suddenly disappear.

It quickly stopped the bleeding from the wound and escaped.

He was not surprised that the bloodletting technique formed by his own blood agitation was easily dispelled, because if the thing did not stack up, it would be lethal to ordinary people, and the impact of spiritual self-disturbance on the extraordinary existence might be washed away.

Lynn was not in a hurry to stick his body out from behind the cover. He was still holding the grenade that was enough to kill him. This was probably a smoke bomb from him. Maybe once he let down his guard, the demon-shaping skills would be the same. Re-applying to take his own life, since it is a matter of life, it is too careful to be careful.

Squat for another full five minutes.

The smell of fresh sawdust and rust in the air can still be smelled in his nose. Lynn's senses turned on in an overloaded state, as well as the spiritual warning, reminded him over and over again that the plastic demon had escaped, and he didn't need to fight the air again. Fight bravely.

But Lynn simply ignored this light reminder.

When it comes to the bottom line, he appears extremely stubborn, and only after affirming and reaffirming can he be said to let go of his vigilance. Suppressing the impetuousness in his heart and the urge to go out and take a look, Lynn cast a glance at the demon plastic flesh that had completely turned to ashes. He saw with his own eyes how it was completely blown away by a turbulent wind.

A dead creature completely devoid of spirituality

Lynn wasn't too surprised. Generally, Beyonders who are out of control, their flesh and blood actually rely on their spirituality to support the disordered growth and changes. There is absolutely no reference for them. It will also turn into rotten fly ash. However, it cannot be generalized. Some Extraordinary creatures are extremely bizarre in the flesh, which is just the opposite of spiritual support. It can only be said that in the Extraordinary field, everything is possible.

Especially after Lynn visited the epic scrolls of the elves and witnessed many wonders, he no longer had any doubts about what the Extraordinary could do.

When Lynn confirmed through the insect chirping and spiritual scanning impact that the plastic demon had really left, he gradually moved his body out from behind the tree trunk, and reinserted the bolt of the grenade in his hand. , stops the firing process. The welfare from the lamp holder is as reliable as its word of mouth.

Soon, Lynn accelerated the process of leaning out.

He even had time to play with his clothes and loose platinum hair. As a gentleman, he had to maintain his image in front of outsiders, especially in front of an unpleasant detective. Don't want to let the other party see that they are suspected of being embarrassed.

However, correspondingly, Lynn's face was not very good.

Demon Shaper, Amiste

Taking a long breath, Lynn shook his hands and slowly exited the overloaded state. He couldn't help but feel a little reluctant to give up. It was like, after enjoying super computing, when you return to the level of a classic machine, you will naturally feel a little reluctant and irritable.

The overload is cool for a while, and the overload is always cool, and the final result is that it is cool to death.

It didn't say to make Lynn wait too long.

Probably just when the wound from the tiger's mouth had scabbed over, and the underside of the wound was sprouting and repairing the wound, the shadows in the dense forest wriggled, and the next moment Watson dragged Sherlock to the glade. Nearby, the power to hide and run with the help of shadows made Lynn take a few more glances.

This ability is rare these days.

The main reason is that more and more Beyonders are reluctant to go to the assassination genre, because there is no use for them, it is better to use a gun as a scholar, so that they can boast of their achievements.

"You're more punctual than the gentlemen at Elba Field."

Before Sherlock could recover, Lynn sent an ironic greeting.

The gentlemen on patrol in Elba Field have to observe the time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is a satire of those policemen who are usually not seen, but they are on time and on time when they are washing the ground or suppressing them.

"It looks like you are as handsome as the secretaries of No. 10 now."

Sherlock was obviously not the type who wouldn't retaliate when he scolded him. He must have his sharp eyes swept in all directions, and at the same time used the demeanor of civil servants to return to Lynn's sarcasm.

The Iceberg Beauty Watson couldn't help feeling speechless.

She thought Sherlock and Moriarty were friends, but that didn't seem to be the case, the two gentlemen seemed to be fighting each other all the time.

"I guess you must have seen something." Sherlock saw at a glance that a fierce battle had been experienced here. This can be judged from the grass and trees torn apart by all kinds of violence. The careful detective can even From the scattered parts of the bullet casings on the ground, a part of the situation at that time was guessed.

The target of Lynn's battle at that time obviously knew and dealt with guns.

In the words of a great detective.

Mr. Moriarty looked as if someone had stepped on his tail, and this was the first time he had been so emotional.

"You go inside, in this direction, and walk another 50 meters so that you can see the victim." Lynn's voice couldn't help but become dry. After the end of the genetic lock, the body, even if there is a spell like War Inspiration to smooth the wound , his spirit is also not feeling well.

He has to work hard to adjust to the gap.

Sherlock frowned.

"Are you pretending to be stupid? Mr. Lynn, you should know that this is not what I'm talking about, the monster? Or, you are actually transformed from the monster?" Sherlock didn't know when he took out He pointed a gun at Lynn, and from the surging warning from his spirituality, it could be seen that Sherlock was not pretending.