Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Zhu Baishao had only told one person the title of Judge.

Looking sideways, it turned out to be the woman with the dirty skirt and numb expression from yesterday.

It's just that she looked a little more energetic today. When she looked at Zhu Baishao's red eyes, a faint light flashed in her evasive eyes.

"Judge...Ms. Nun..."

The woman stepped forward, but felt a little overwhelmed when she got closer. She rubbed her hands nervously and looked at Zhu Baishao with respect.

"Are you okay?" Zhu Baishao knew that she should have learned about her husband's death.

"Good, good, better than ever...Thank you for your prayers..."

The woman did not know that the fire was caused by Zhu Baishao. She just regarded her husband's death as a judgment from the gods in her mouth.

"Live a good life, keep your heart toward the bright, and the Almighty God will bless you."

Zhu Bai Shao didn't want to have a close relationship with her, so he made the sign of the cross on his chest, nodded slightly and left.

Fortunately, she was in good health and was only slightly out of breath as she walked back to the cathedral.

When Hagrid saw Zhu Baishao coming back, her eyes lit up with an inexplicable look. She took a step forward and said seriously: "Dale, how is the situation at the Baron's side?"

Zhu Baishao laughed softly, "I don't know..."

"do not know?"

Hagrid was confused by the incomprehensible answer.

"The judgment of the gods will eventually come, and all filth will eventually usher in dusk."

Zhu Baishao had deep red eyes, and Hagrid looked at her, as if his whole body had been sucked into her eyes. There was no darkness, only endless blood, and a thrilling fear crawled up Hagrid's back.

"This is a revelation from God."

Zhu Baishao played the role of a magic stick and deceived Hagrid, a fanatical believer in the gods, to avoid being sent to the gallows after the murder of a baroness was exposed.

Hagrid's lips trembled, and his eyes looking at Zhu Baishao became more and more strange and bright.

"Okay, you go back and rest first."

She felt that she was right. Dale was the most suitable servant of the gods and the most suitable lamb sacrifice to the gods.

Pure and flawless.

When they returned to their residence, the little octopus in the pottery bowl quickly crawled out, pulled on Zhu Baishao's fingers little by little, and wrapped its tentacles tightly around her wrists.

Zhu Baishao stared at him silently for a while, but still couldn't connect the limp thing on her wrist with Hong Yue's abnormality.

When it was time for evening prayers, Zhu Baishao wanted to pull off the little octopus, but he persisted. The small suction cups on each tentacle were sucking tightly and refused to move away.

There was no other way, Zhu Baishao could only retract her hands into the loose nun's uniform and go to the church like this.

As if nothing happened, Hagrid led many nuns to complete the daily rituals normally.

When they were disbanded, Marit stopped Zhu Baishao in front of the confession room.

"Del? I heard that you went to the Baron's house to pray today?"

Her cheeks were white and rosy, and she looked at Zhu Baishao with wide eyes, with some confusion in her eyes.

Because in the past, prayer ceremonies that could be performed in churches and monasteries were exclusive to Marit.

"It's Hagrid's arrangement. If you have any questions, you can go over and ask her."

Zhu Baishao left only one sentence, then turned and left.

After she left, Marit puffed up her cheeks and stamped her feet angrily.

At this time, the door to the confessional opened, and an arm stretched out from inside, dragging Marit directly inside.

Her scream was still in her throat when the man covered her mouth, and Marit ran straight into the man's arms.

"it's me."

The familiar voice made Marit's pupils dilate, the look in her eyes flashed, and she began to push the man's chest.

"What else are you doing here? You destroyed my chastity and prevented me from serving the gods wholeheartedly. You...well..."

Before she could finish her whimpering cry, the man lowered his head and blocked her mouth. The strong manly scent made her face blush.

After a while, Lorne reached out and lifted Marit's chin. Under the dim candlelight, he saw clearly her red eyes and full of grievances, and his heart tightened.

"I missed you, so I came over to see you."

Lorne said sweet words without hesitation, but with a strong force of his arms, he picked up Marit. Lorn sat on the bench beside him, and Marit sat on his lap.

"What are you doing?" Marit held his neck and tried to resist him.

"Do what you want to do." Lorne touched Marit's buttocks, which was full of hints.

The blush on Marit's face became even brighter, and she shyly lay on Lorne's shoulder, but she didn't say no to refuse.

Not long after, ambiguous gasps could be heard in the confessional room.

A monk wearing the same black robe stood in the shadows outside the door. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but the hostility in his body could be felt from a long distance away.

Listening to the moans of the woman inside, his fists clenched loudly.

But he didn't rush in, nor did he leave angrily. He just stood there, listening to his sweetheart's gentle moans of joy under the other men.

Zhu Baishao stood behind the inconspicuous pillars on the second floor and had a panoramic view of everything.

"The one listening in the corner is Lucetta, the second male lead in the original plot, right? Mariette's childhood sweetheart, tsk tsk."

Worrying about the squirming little octopus on his wrist, Zhu Baishao just communicated with the system in his mind.

【He is really tolerant. 】

The system that was afraid of being attacked by the little octopus again was not at Zhu Baishao's side, but stopped not far away, also looking down.

……

The night was deep, the cool breeze blew through the wooden window lattice, and the thin raindrops were carried by the wind through the gaps, and soon the window was wet.

Zhu Baishao, who was sleeping soundly, turned over and unconsciously tightened the quilt.

Along with the patter of rain, gray fog filled the air. The little octopus in the pottery bowl was like a sponge that had absorbed water. It grew bigger and darker, and the protrusions on its tentacles rushed to open. open.

The system once again sensed something was wrong, and it opened its black and red eyes.

The next moment, a tentacle flew towards the system. This time it did not tighten the system's neck, but the densely packed eyes on the tentacles stared into the system's beady eyes.

Before the system could make a "Goo" sound, its pigeon's body swayed crazily and swelled. Under the snow-white feathers and in the small eye sockets, tentacles appeared wildly, attacking and devouring each other, leaving nothing but the place where they were. A pool of blood and scattered blood-stained feathers.

Not long after, even the blood and feathers disappeared, and the tentacles emerging from the pigeon's body turned into a misty gray mist, blending into the original mist.

All traces have been eliminated and become invisible.

【! ah! I'm dead! 】

The system returned to the ideological state, crying deep in Zhu Baishao's mind.

Zhu Baishao was awakened by it immediately.