Feast of villains

Chapter 65 65. The Gentle Therapy of the Pure Nun

There was the clang of a tram running outside the window.

Nance looked in the mirror and straightened his clothes.

A long black coat that covers all the way to the calves, suit pants with slightly tighter legs, and a newsboy cap of the same color as the coat.

This outfit reminded him of the British-style gangsters in "Bloodsters".However, his face has a faint bookish look, and he looks like a playwright in the Victorian era who specialized in exposing the miserable lives of low-level workers.

Nance shook his head and smiled, and muttered in a low voice: "The smog over Birmingham is all smoke from the Razor Party..."

Doraemon landed skillfully on his shoulder, patted his head with its wings, and urged him to go out quickly.

One person and one bird came out of Lesson [-], got into the nearest tram stop, and took the Tuen Mun Line to the monastery.

On the display screen in the car, there is an advertisement of a female robot writhing charmingly.

"The upgraded version of the sex doll robot equipped with the latest bionic chip will bring you a new exciting experience. It is a world of bliss that the human body cannot reach. Why are you still hesitating..."

I feel this ad is too vulgar.

Nance closed his eyes slightly.

[Destroy engine on]

[Signal link successful]

【Crack the tram control system】

[Issue order: switch signal source]

When I opened my eyes again, the picture on the screen had turned into a ballet performance.

This is what a beautiful world should have... Nance smiled slightly, concentrating on admiring the actors' graceful dancing postures and seductive body curves.

The tram swayed and swayed forward, and the height of the buildings on both sides of the window continued to shrink.

On the way, a mother and daughter boarded the car and sat next to Nance.Neither of them wore expensive or new clothes, but they were clean.The daughter is only seven or eight years old, with lovely facial features, big round eyes, and she reaches out to catch an owl.

"Goo~"

Doraemon looked at the drool around the little girl's mouth with disgust.

"Mom," the little girl exclaimed excitedly, "fat bird, cute!"

"Hey, don't touch other people's things." The mother held her daughter in her arms and wiped her drool.

Nance looked at them.

Dressed like a gangster, with an owl on his shoulder, he doesn't look like a decent person.

Mom was obviously a little nervous, subconsciously avoiding his sight.

The little girl didn't think much, and looked at Nance eagerly with her bright and innocent eyes: "Uncle, can I touch it?"

"Call me brother." Nance corrected her gently.

"Oh, I see..." The little girl blinked her eyes and said in a childish voice, "Uncle, can I touch my brother?"

"?"

Nance looked shocked.

"Cuckoo!"

The owl laughed unceremoniously, and patted his head with its wings.

The tram stopped just at this time, and Nance leaned his shoulders over, and said to the little girl with somewhat vengeful thoughts: "Touch it as you like. If you don't like touching it, you can just pull its feathers off."

"Goo?"

Doraemon shivered in fright.

The daughter stretched out her hand with excitement on her face, but the mother picked her up and said "we have arrived", and then hurriedly walked out of the car door.

Nance watched them leave.

In the end, Erduo was able to capture the conversation between the mother and daughter. It was the mother's lessons to her daughter such as "that's a familiar", "be careful that he hurts you", "you should stay away from here in the future, you know".

The daughter lay on her mother's shoulder, and glanced at Nance.

There was a strange light in those eyes, which seemed to be suspicious, but also seemed to be unbelievable, as well as reluctance to Fat Bird.

"Being discriminated against like this all the year round, there is no reason why the devil can't go crazy..." Nance smiled wryly.

"Goo~"

Doraemon raised its wings and patted Nance on the head comfortingly.

Nance grabbed it backhanded into his arms and rolled it up.

There is one thing to say, Miss Owl's hand feels super good, especially seeing her expression of resisting disgust, it feels even better when she rubs it.

The tram stopped at Tuen Mun station half an hour later, and Nance got off, walking through town with an owl on his head.

It is very deserted and dilapidated, and there are very few serious people on the street. You can only see scattered spirited guys gathering on the street smoking and taking drugs.

When these people saw Nance coming, they obviously cast malicious glances, probably trying to get some money from him.But they are also a very shrewd group of low-level gangsters. After measuring Nance's dress and physique, they resentfully withdrew their malice.

Nance climbed up the long mountain road and entered the monastery square. He saw several sharp icicles hanging down from the rain curtain at the church door.

At this time, the snow drifted down again with the wind, and the nearby forests, roofs, roads and tree branches were covered with snow, which looked like a pair of gray and white ink paintings.

"When will spring be..." He took a deep breath.

The air was much colder than expected, and the internal organs seemed to be filled with ice water in an instant.

It was a cloudy, dim winter morning, and the sunlight had been whittled to powder as it barely broke through the clouds.The church was dimly lit, and the outlines of the gods were dimly illuminated by the flames of the furnace.

Ms. Reina, who was wearing a nun's attire, was sitting on a bench.

She stared at the statue, meditating on something, with a slight smile on her lips from time to time.

"What are you thinking?" Nance walked in.

Sister Reina turned her head in surprise, her sky blue eyes were directed at him, and the swaying blond hair under the scarf was like an autumn field.

Seeing this gentle and sweet oval face, the little depression in Nance's heart disappeared immediately.

Is this the gentle therapy of a pure nun?
It was really powerful.

Nance was looking forward to being able to pillow her knee one day and let her enlighten him. That would definitely be the second happiest enjoyment in the world - the first being being stepped on by Her Lady Queen with her cute little feet.

"I was just thinking, what will you ask? What should I tell you." Sister Reina said to Nance in a cheerful tone.

"Going to the confessional?" Nance asked.

"No, that looks too formal, doesn't it?" Sister Reina patted the empty seat beside her, "Come and sit down here, my child."

Doraemon looked at the nun carefully.

She has a friendly face, elegant and intelligent, with a faint smile like a shadow hanging on the corner of her lips.Those eyes were as beautiful as sapphires, and there was warmth in those clear eyes all the time.

"Goo~"

It barked.

As soon as Nance sat on the pew, he got into the nun's arms immediately.

"Ah, so cute." Sister Reina gently stroked the owl's little head with her white and tender fingertips, and looked sideways at Nance: "Where did this little guy come from? Does it have a name?"

"I picked it up halfway. It's called Doraemon." Nance replied.

"Doraemon? What a strange name. But it sounds nice..."

Sister Reina laughed.

That smile reminded Miss Owl of Yingsheng who was not picked up by the queen.It hadn't put on weight yet, lived in the forest, and loved to take a nap on the treetops where the sun could shine.The nun's smile in front of him made it think of the sunlight leaking through the dense leaves, a kind of warm sunlight that can dispel darkness and cold.

"Cuckoo~"

Doraemon unscrupulously flaunted her cuteness in her arms.

"On the way here just now, I encountered something that made me feel a little unhappy..." Nance moved his buttocks, leaned closer, and talked about the mother and daughter on the tram.

Sister Reina tilted her head gently and obediently.

The distance between the two was so close that her beautiful blond hair almost touched his shoulder.

(End of this chapter)