Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

The rain is getting heavier.

It seems difficult to see such pouring rain in the deep winter on the island. The cold wind mixed with the rain condenses into a pinprick-like coldness that can penetrate into the bones.

The baroque buildings on both sides of the dark narrow alley form a black iron fence like a trial, and the grotesque human faces decorated on the balcony seem to mock the half-dead wild dogs on the ground.

The inch-cut man in a drenched black suit lay awkwardly on the wet stone bricks, panting intermittently from between the broken sternum, the fingers exposed from the half-fingered gloves twisted abnormally, thick blood like The thin snake wrapped around the stiff knuckles, like a vicious dog crawling out of hell.

The rain washed this body, whether it was dead or alive, like washing a piece of black rotten dead flesh.Blood mixed with rainwater overflowed from under the man, and was soon washed into the sewer openings on both sides by the ensuing rain.

He can't seem to move.

The calf twitched unnaturally and rubbed against the broken stone bricks that were quite old. The man opened his blood-smeared eyes, and he could only vaguely see the steeple building that looked like a church through the rain curtain.

church……

He involuntarily let out a sneer.

No one can be saved by God.

The lambskin boots accidentally splashed in the puddle.

In a trance, Mad Dog Ryan seemed to hear an exclamation of annoyance.

With a thin and weak voice, just by the sound, it can be judged that it is a weak lamb that can be crushed to death with one hand.

Do you want to be seen by such a weak creature in your miserable state?

The man squeezed out a bloody, ferocious laugh, and curled his fingers tightly.If this damned lamb dared to get close to him, he would not hesitate to use his last bit of strength to drag him to hell with him.

The rain was already terribly heavy, and the drops of water falling from a high altitude hit the body with unbearable pain.

But soon, this continuous pain was artificially isolated.

A bit of soft fragrance pushed away the blood and rain, and kissed the tip of his nose soothingly.

The man's mind was dizzy, and he felt that the aroma was strange and charming, reminiscent of the smell of sage and hyacinth, clean and refreshing, like the sun-drenched grain piles in the countryside, making people drowsy.

It is only ridiculous to think of such an inappropriate scene in the rainy black city.

"Go away." The sound of rain was noisy, but the young boy still clearly heard the refusal full of disgust.

Please, you are going to die.

"But you're injured." The boy trembled, gripping the umbrella tightly in his hand in a panic, trying to shield the man from the raging rain with a ridiculously clumsy posture.

The blood on the man's face and hands had been washed away, and the boy could only see the hideous white wound soaked in dirty water.

A kind and soft little lamb who freely unleashes useless kindness to dangerous strangers.

The man lying on the ground glanced at him mockingly, the boy's facial features were submerged in the shadow of the umbrella, only a thin pale neck could be seen.

There is also a silver cross hanging on his chest.

Ah, a priest.

A weak, useless, hypocritical rotten nice guy.

Even if you don't meet him, you will meet other monsters, and use his indiscriminate kindness to kill him.

The boy tremblingly stretched out his hand to help the man up, but he was really thin, and there was absolutely no way for the man to stand up if he held an umbrella with one hand.

"I'm sorry." The boy hesitated for a while, seeing that the man seemed to dislike being touched by strangers, he first apologized sincerely, and then threw away the umbrella in his hand.

The rain quickly drenched his black hair, and the slightly longer hair stuck to the back of his white neck wetly.The thick and long eyelashes were instantly covered with fine raindrops.

The aroma diluted by the rain quickly filled the man's frozen nostrils again.

He was lifted up with difficulty by the young man, and finally he lay on the back that was so thin that he could almost hold it with one hand.The boy was really thin, and the butterfly bone was still clearly stuck on the man's chest through a thick layer of priest's robe.

The broken breastbone instantly distorted the man's face.

A mouthful of warm and sticky blood coughed on the back of the frosty white neck, and the small, rounded protruding bones were instantly stained with an overly bright red color, as if being forcibly grabbed by the neck by a ferocious beast and carried out a brutal and inhuman mark.

The boy who loves cleanliness froze suddenly, and his voice was panicked: "I live in the church in front of me, just hold on."

The man ignored him.

Under this weird blow, he finally passed out.

The opened umbrella was quickly blown to the other end of the alley by the wind, but the little priest obviously didn't have any more energy to take care of the flying umbrella.

Now lying on his body was a Mr. Killer who was so angry that he would die if he didn't treat him.

Back to half an hour ago, Ruan Yao had just escaped from the oppressive mafia family, when the system suddenly whistled sharply in her mind: "The protagonist Gong is detected to be injured, and if the host does not provide medical treatment, the protagonist Gong cannot rule out death." possible."

The possibility of death cannot be ruled out.

When Ruan Yao arrived, she couldn't help but hit the metal head of the idiot system. If no one came, the protagonist Gong would definitely die!

This is the main character's attack. Shouldn't Rose with his left hand and AK with his right hand beat the enemy to the bum and let the hero save the beauty?

The system coughed unnaturally: "That's what I said, but the plot is changing, and the protagonist's attack is not omnipotent. In order to protect his character, I can only ask the host to save him first."

That being said, but...

Ruan Yao let out a painful gasp from between her teeth.

This person is too heavy, his muscles alone must weigh as much as two Ruan Yaos.

A poor and thin priest, trembling in the heavy rain, was carrying a big unconscious heavyweight dog on his back. He staggered as he walked, as if he was about to fall at any time.

The comatose man vaguely seemed to hear someone mumbling something.

He listened attentively and found that it was a bit of deja vu.

He once heard such a long and incomprehensible poem in the church led by the old priest piously, and in the end he shot and killed the hypocritical profiteer who participated in the ceremony 200 meters away under the bath of holy light. .

The old man's head exploded into blood in an instant, and the choir's white dress was covered with ferocious blood.Crying and screaming are clearly more intoxicating for men than the organ.

"I know that my Redeemer lives and shall stand on the earth at last, and that when my flesh and blood are destroyed, I shall see God outside the body."

God?

Stop being funny.

Ruan Yao hurriedly wiped the man clean, and let him lie down on the only wooden bed in the room.The priest's room was small and tidy, and the bed was as small as the others. The man's too long legs had to find another chair to support him.

It looks kind of ridiculous.

He was seriously injured, and the little priest obviously didn't know how to deal with these strange and tragic wounds. He could only find some simple tools and some trauma medicines. When he applied the medicines, his thin white fingers trembled badly.

The little priest should have guessed what kind of dangerous person he had saved, but unfortunately, his stubborn faith made him completely unable to refuse to save the guy who was dying in front of him.

The soft back of the hand with a bit of coolness and moisture pressed against the man's forehead, and quickly withdrew it from the heat.

The man has a high fever.

Ruan Yao frowned, she would definitely die if she was injured to such an extent that she didn't see a doctor.

With trembling slender fingers, she unbuttoned the unconscious man's clothes, and Ruan Yao couldn't help swallowing when she saw a wooden warehouse hidden under the windbreaker.

The moment he touched the handle of the gun, a bandaged hand held Ruan Yao's finger tightly, and the force was so great that it almost broke his finger.

Ruan Yao let out a low cry in pain, the man opened his wolf-like sharp eyes from his drowsiness, and stared at the innocent little priest like a warning.

The pure Asian boy rubbed his pinched red fingers tremblingly, and couldn't speak smoothly: "I just want to call a doctor for you. This on you... will be discovered."

He lowered his eyes and turned his eyes in a bit of embarrassment. His thick eyelashes were like two fluttering butterfly wings, which were surprisingly gorgeous in the dim sky light passing through the window.

Can a priest be so beautiful?Inexplicably, the man thought of something he shouldn't have thought of.

In a city full of crime and disorder like this, a powerless little beauty is like a piece of fat and raw meat dangling in front of a hungry wolf.

Apart from being torn apart and eaten, it seems that there is no other end.

What's more, he is a well-intentioned idiot.

"I don't need a doctor." The man turned away and closed his eyes tiredly.

What a stubborn dog man!

Ruan Yao took a deep breath.For the sake of his performance, he can't let this guy die.

The silver cross on the little priest's neck was shaking in all directions with his walking direction, and the sheepskin boots soaked in water had been broken, making him very stuffy.

Ruan Yao kicked off the shoes on her feet angrily, revealing a pair of bare bare feet.

There is no way out.

There was no sound at all when the snow-white soles stepped on the ground, as if a ghost had quietly floated to the man's side.

"Why don't you..." The man frowned and opened his eyes impatiently.

In the next second, he saw the raised palm of the gentle and kind little priest.

"I'm sorry." The little priest apologized to him in the same sincere manner, but his tone was perfunctory, and he slapped the man hard with his fingers gathered together into a palm.

Let me show you what Huaguo Kung Fu is, baby.

There was a sharp pain in his neck, and the man snorted and suddenly fell silent.

Ruan Yao held hands with tears in her eyes and blew.

It hurts to death, this man must have done it with iron.

Ruan Yao patted the man's face angrily, although she knew that a cold and domineering protagonist Gong was the basis of the novel, but it would be very annoying if she didn't know the good and the bad.

"This is all to save you." Ruan Yao pouted, and threw the wooden warehouse found from the man into the drawer and locked it.

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