Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

"Enter by the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and many enter in; but narrow is the gate and narrow is the way that leads to life, and few find it. .”

———— "The Bible: The Gospel of Matthew in the New Testament"

On an island more than 1 kilometers away from China, the winters ruled by the Mediterranean climate are cold and humid.Leaden gray clouds fell heavily in the air, and heavy water vapor condensed in the air.

It's going to rain.

The patriarch of the Duval family, Delon Duval, the legendary mafia godfather, died forever in such a stuffy winter.

Men and women in black formal suits stood in front of the cemetery, their lowered faces showing a kind of half-truth and half-fake solemn mourning, and the sad orchestral music hovered over the cemetery, as if the god of death was sobbing in mourning.

Behind the silk handkerchiefs that people use to wipe their tears, the distorted expression hides a hyena-like greed.

The shadow government that has ruled the island for more than half a century is about to usher in a bloody and thorough reshuffle after today, and it is still unknown who the final winner will be.

A dangerous undercurrent flows quietly through the black forest of steles, and a bet more attractive than death has just been placed on the table.

A thin cough suddenly subtly attracted everyone's attention amidst the ups and downs of crying.

Its owner seemed to be trying to suppress this impolite sound, but unfortunately, it backfired, and most of the mafia families had already cast secret peeping eyes on this side in various unnoticed gaps.

The cough came from a young Asian priest.

No one thought why the godfather's funeral was presided over by a Chinese. This should be a major event worth pulling the person in charge out of the wooden warehouse, but this beautiful priest who looks like an underage successfully persuaded him with his beauty. The successors even wanted to give the person in charge a whole box of gold as a reward.

It seems that the death of a legendary figure is not as important to this group of desperadoes with their heads pinned to their waistbands as a little beauty within easy reach.

He looked so beautiful, so beautiful in the gray funeral.

He was dressed in an ascetic black robe, and the silver cross on his neck still shone brightly under the dim sky.

It is enough to see how piously the owner wipes it from time to time.

She has black hair and shallow eyes, and her delicate face looks like a fallen angel under the throne of Jehovah.

I don't know how beautiful and soft the body hidden under the black robe is, whether there is a road to heaven hidden between the legs.

Beasts in civilized human skin always like this, praying and blaspheming.

Ruan Yao half-covered her mouth guiltily, her thick and slender eyelashes trembling, and turned to stare intently at the tombstone engraved with the godfather's name.

It seems that this can filter out those strange eyes like wolves and tigers around him.

They judge Ruan Yao as weak.

The boy's already frost-white cheeks looked like translucent butterfly wings under the gloomy sky. The gorgeous phosphorous powder faded from the butterfly wings, as if it was about to dissipate in the wind at any time.

Traveling through the wrong time is really uncomfortable. When Ruan Yao passed through, she was still groggy, nauseated like motion sickness, and her eyes were blurry.

The voice seemed to be hazy through a layer of veil, and he almost couldn't even hear the system's introduction to him.

"You are a shameless thief. In order to steal a mysterious gem of the Duval family, you disguised yourself as a priest and approached the protagonist Shou. The future godfather Edward Duval not only wanted to steal the gem, but also coveted the protagonist Shou's body beyond his control. Gong Ryan discovered the dirty mind and was finally killed by him in the church."

False priest, oh well.

Ruan Yao involuntarily cast her eyes on the blond boy standing in front of the tombstone.

Edward Duvall, the youngest son of the old godfather.Perhaps the younger son is always preferred. Edward was raised naive and cowardly since he was a child, and he was as weak as a little sheep in front of a group of tall and fierce brothers.

The thin body standing in front of the tombstone was even trembling slightly from fear.

I can't see the shadow of Edward's godfather who will not show his emotions at all in the future.

The young man's emerald eyes stared at his father's name on the tombstone, his eyes were loose, and he was unconsciously dazed.Dad left, which means that he has no one to rely on in the future.

He is naive but not stupid, those close or fake brothers already wanted to tear him apart when his father was alive.After all, it's hard not to be jealous of the blatant favoritism from the godfather.Now that the old godfather has just left, the remaining prestige is still there, and the successors are eager to try, but it is hindered by his prestige during his lifetime.

As long as it takes a while, the glory of the predecessors will come to an end, and he will probably become a silent stone monument in this cemetery.

A slightly cool hand with steam rested on the boy's shoulder.

Edward shuddered and turned his head dully.

The wide sleeves of the robe fell slightly with the movement of the master, revealing a white wrist.

It's as thin as a flower branch, which can be broken with a little force when grasped with two fingers.

It was the beautiful Asian priest.

The drizzle was already falling, and the ivory-white Asian youth avoided the prying eyes of the people around him, showing a shy smile.

The crimson moist thin lips were slightly parted, and a point of white and neat teeth flashed through the lustrous flesh of the lips as if seductive.

Edward was taken aback.

"God will guide the soul of the old godfather to heaven. He is in heaven and looking at you." The thin chain hanging around his neck shone with subtle silver light, and together with Ruan Yao's face, it was almost beautiful in the hazy rain. It's blasphemy.

But his tone was so pure, like a pure white rose kept in a glass vase without dust.

The servant hurried over to hold an umbrella for Edward, but the boy pushed the black umbrella away with his hand.

It was already the end of the funeral, and his brothers who had been distraught at the beginning walked faster one by one when it rained.

He looked at the little priest who was wet by the rain, he looked so soft, like a black butterfly with wet wings, the drooping butterfly wings were trembling in the cold rain.

I want people to gather his wings with both hands, and let him rest in his palms obediently.

Even so, the compassionate and kind priest still persevered in comforting the boy who lost his father, his amber eyes were full of the reflection of the blond boy.

Edward didn't listen to what the priest was saying, he seemed to be inexplicably enchanted, staring at those flesh pink lips opening and closing in the rain.

He should be very cold.

Edward thought in ecstasy, his black hair was wet and stuck to his pale and slender neck, and his thick eyelashes were trembling.A seductive white air spewed out from the crimson lips.

He didn't seem to know how eye-catching he was, the poor little one who broke into the wolf's den unconsciously.

Because the priest was too close to him, Edward had keenly noticed the countless unkind eyes behind him.It seems to be disgusting how a cowardly soft-legged shrimp can be favored by a beauty.

"What's your name?" The blond boy asked suddenly.

"Why are you here?"

The young man's eyes were stubborn, Ruan Yao thought for a moment that he had been exposed, and his face was blank for a moment.

The system desperately cheered him up in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Come on, Master Host! Believe in your own acting skills!"

Of course, he dared not stop fighting, if this was exposed, Ruan Yao estimated that he would be beaten into a sieve by these thugs in the next second.

"I think... I may not be very suitable for such a dangerous job." Ruan Yao was trembling, regretting entering the new world in such a hurry.

If he hesitated for a while, he might be randomly transported to another world.

Ruan Yao even began to miss the original high school campus.

Ah, student cub, how harmless to humans and animals.

In Edward's eyes, the little priest seemed to be frightened by his sudden sharp tone, and his full lips were unconsciously bitten into his white teeth, leaving a dark tooth mark.

Inexplicable, I really want to lick...

The boy was taken aback by his absurd idea.How could he have such godless thoughts.

When he raised his eyes again, the good-natured Asian priest just smiled slightly, fine raindrops slipped from the corners of his eyes that were naturally a little crimson, and he was charming for no reason: "My name is Ruan-yao."

He read word by word, very slowly.

This name is really a mouthful for Europeans, the boy stammered and repeated it several times, frustrated that he always seemed to be unable to pronounce it correctly.

The little priest looked indifferent and smiled at him tolerantly.

Edward thought he was like a goblin in the rain, and even his smile was sensual.

"Actually, it should be my teacher who came today." The bewildering fragrance suddenly rushed into the tip of the boy's nose, and the little priest moved closer, with a childish and mischievous smile, "It's a pity that he is not in good health recently, so he can only let his beloved disciple , I'll do it for you."

The tone of the ending sound is lifted up lightly because of pride, and Edward's soul seems to be lightly ascending to heaven with the voice.

The little priest blinked at him, and whispered seriously: "Don't tell anyone, it's a secret."

At some point, a cover fell on the top of his head, and then Edward noticed that the priest's fingers were as beautiful as his own, frosty white and slender, and when they held the dark black umbrella handle, they almost gave off an ivory-like luster.

The rain in the depths of winter is always biting and cold. Even though he was shivering from the cold, the little priest still held an umbrella for the young master with a smile on his face. He was still exposed to the raging cold wind, and his tone seemed pity and Prophecy: "There is still a longer way to go in the future."

The silver cross shone slightly in the rain, just like the starry eyes of the little priest.

"Drip... It is detected that the protagonist's favorability has increased by 60, and the current favorability is 60."

Ruan Yao forcibly resisted the urge to sneeze, her whole body was shaking because of the force, damn it, when will this scene end, he hasn't even read the "Bible"!

If this poor boy continues to chat with him, he will definitely reveal his secrets.

The merciful and gentle priest had a peaceful smile on his lips, and there was absolutely no sign of urging him: "It's raining, go back quickly."

The blond young master seemed to be infatuated with the gentleness of the priest, reluctantly, he looked back at him every step of the way.

Ruan Yao twisted her drenched robe and ran faster than a rabbit.

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