Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

I have to say that the identity of the liar this time is really awesome. It seems that everyone sincerely believes that this young Asian man is a genuine priest and is deeply fascinated by him.

Even the long-abandoned chapel has dedicated believers to provide free repairs.

The priest, who looks like a window doll, rolled up his sleeves with a smile and watched the volunteer workers repairing the plaster statue of the Madonna. The sunlight poured out psychedelic light through the stained glass. He was not like a priest, but more like a succubus.

Of course, men only dare to say such things secretly in their hearts.

The little priest's eyes were so pure that the men would inevitably feel that they were blaspheming him.

And blasphemy is a very serious sin.

Men can only use the excuse of charity repairs to come to the church over and over again, touch the delicate face of the little priest with their eyes through the statue of the Virgin and the stained glass window, and then linger ambiguously below the collar.

Overnight, men in the whole city became faithful Christians, hoping to use their faith to get the priest's curtain.

It's a pity that the little priest seems to never know the secret of sex hidden in it, but simply thinks that the citizens of this city are really kind.

The doctor is a middle-aged man who looks very gentle, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a medicine box in his arms, his gray-blue eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the little priest behind the door .

The doctor wiped the hot sweat and rain from his head and face, and the boy rubbed his fingers like he was in spring: "Ran...run...Father Ruan," the very reserved man seemed to want to call out Ruan Yao fluently, which is too awkward for white people His surname, but unfortunately his tongue seemed to be tied up when he spoke it.

The doctor's face suddenly filled with regret.

Ruan Yao had a very professional smile on her face, but it was enough to make the doctor dizzy.

Without asking any questions, he followed the priest into the room in a daze.

God, I'm in the little priest's room.

The doctor's heart beat like a drum.

Taking advantage of Ruan Yao's turning his back, he vigorously inhaled the faint fragrance floating in the air.

The little priest is fragrant everywhere.

Ruan Yao didn't notice what the doctor was doing behind him at all, he carefully closed the door and took the doctor to see the protagonist Gong on his bed.

Even in a coma, the man had a chilling and cold look on his face, and Ruan Yao's hands were shaking when he lifted the quilt for him.

There are no injuries on his body that can be fallen out of ordinary, Ruan Yao knows that he can't hide it from the doctor, so he can only put on a very sad expression on his face, and when he blinks, pitiful tears condense on his eyelashes: " This is the son of my cousin's family. He only eats, drinks, whores and gambles every day when he comes here. He owes the usury to Costa's family and has no money for it. They caught him and beat him like this."

Fortunately, the protagonist Gong also has pure black hair, so that Ruan Yao's nonsense will not be exposed.

The little priest seemed ashamed, covered his face and sobbed mournfully, poorly.

Who can bear to reject such a harmless beauty.

The doctor gently approached the little priest's body, and put one hand on the boy's shoulders which were too thin compared to Europeans, the round bones trembling in the palm of his hand.

Like a caught lamb.

The Costa family on the island specializes in loan sharks. Every day, various people who cannot repay the money are put in cement bags and thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

"Your cousin was very lucky to save his life from them. Your piety must have moved God."

The doctor held the little priest's hand and slid down unconsciously.

The little priest was ignorant, and let his fingers go down. When he reached his waist, he seemed to finally remember to withdraw from the grief of his distant relatives, and deftly avoided the doctor's more and more excessive fingers.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

"God will praise your virtue." The little priest lowered his eyes, and the lying silkworms under his eyes were particularly obvious, and he was bulging and inviting to kiss lightly.Of course, the doctor was unsuccessful in the end, the little priest quickly closed the door behind his backhand, shutting the doctor and the sleeping killer together.

When Ryan woke up, he vaguely saw a beam of bright skylight shining into the room from the round window of the attic, and there were countless trembling dust particles floating in the beam.

In a trance, he thought he had come to heaven.

It seems that that idiot has no way to pull a dying person back from the hand of death.

The man can't say whether he is regretful or other emotions. He has never been afraid of death. It is very common for people in this line of work to lick blood on the tip of a knife. .

Inexplicably, the man wondered a little affectionately if that idiot would cry.

With such a face, it is very suitable for being made to cry, the tears are wet all over the face, the plump cheeks are flushed, the old-fashioned priest's robes are torn in a mess, most of the body is exposed to the air, the arms Maybe there will be poor little bumps because of the cold.

The silver cross should not be hung around the neck, it should be soaked with silver water and stuffed into the hidden small mouth.

Let him weep and pray to his God.

It's hard to imagine that someone's first reaction after waking up from a serious injury is to be full of crazy thoughts that deserve to be banned.

Ruan Yao straightened the wrinkled priest's robe she made and handed a bowl of hot soup to the man.

"You have to rest for a few more days from your injury, so you can rest here and recuperate first."

Ryan's gloomy iron-gray eyes scanned the little priest from top to bottom, and the Asian boy blinked in confusion: "Did I get something on me?"

The man nicknamed Mad Dog silently shook his head, took the bowl in his hand and drank the chicken soup in one gulp.

"puff……"

Ryan took a lot of effort to force himself not to make a very embarrassing move, his neck was a forbearable red, the veins were stretched out, and the wound that had just been stitched showed signs of opening again.

Ruan Yao looked a little nervous: "What's wrong? Is it not good?"

He is obviously a very virtuous and beautiful boy, but he didn't expect his cooking skills to be so poor that he could send people directly to God.

Ruan Yao still didn't realize it, and said worriedly: "Is the wound hurting again? It doesn't matter. I have cooked a lot. You can drink it slowly. I specially asked Susanna who came to pray yesterday. She can What a nice guy."

There were several uncut basil leaves floating on the bottom of the bowl, and the weird garlic smell almost killed the man's respiratory system.If it were someone else, he would definitely have reason to suspect that he was deliberately poisoned.

The fingers holding the bowl struggled to squeeze and release, Ryan took a deep breath, trying not to drop the bowl.He didn't want to see the little boy like porcelain crying again.

That would be troublesome.

Mr. Killer couldn't help playing some weird pictures again in his mind.

Ruan Yao blinked her eyes, unconsciously approached the patient's face, her soft and plump cheeks almost rubbed against the man's lips.

The faint unnamed fragrance bewitched the man's heart.

Thin white fingers lifted the man's loose collar, and some crimson color really leaked from the bandage.

The little priest who was always worrying about what was there or what was missing held his arms as if he was suffering, and hissed with a pale face.

The man resisted and pushed Ruan Yao's hand away, trying to stand up.

He didn't strike lightly or heavily when he struck, and he probably didn't realize how light and light the little Asian priest was. He almost fell to the ground with a random push.

At the same time, the man who was trying to stand up felt a sharp pain in his leg bone.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead in an instant, and the corner of the man's mouth twisted for a moment, but he finally did not shed tears like Ruan Yao.

The kind-hearted little priest wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, and his body was still shaking a little when he stood up.He accidentally knocked the tailbone on the sharp table corner just now, his body is very sensitive to pain, such a collision would leave a lot of bruises.

I have to hold back.

Ruan Yao gritted her teeth, and tried her best to suppress the evil fire rushing to her chest.

The young man stumbled to his feet, and supported the man's swaying body with his slender fingers: "Don't move, the wound will open."

Ryan had a gloomy look on his face: "It's none of your business."

The little priest, who is easy to talk about everything, seems to be very stubborn about this matter, his light amber eyes are obviously covered with a layer of bright tear film, but his tone became tough: "You have to take good care of your wounds, if you move around, you will die. of."

The man's leg was cracked and must be cared for if he is to fully recover.

Ruan Yao doesn't want to do her best to serve a guy who blatantly hates her, but in order to maintain the character design of a domineering and ruthless protagonist Gong, to ensure that he can still beat the protagonist Shou with one enemy and a hundred slings to those idiot brothers, and save the protagonist Shou from the sky. The hard-working wage earners have to beg pitifully for the protagonist Gong to stay and heal his injuries as soon as possible.

It doesn't matter where he wants to go when the time comes.

Ryan almost laughed out loud.

He was adopted by the organization since he was a child, and he grew up as an emotionless humanoid weapon since he was conscious. When it is useful, he will serve the organization, eradicate some things that block the way for the organization, and find a place to die when it is useless. up.

A weapon that is thrown away after use is not worthy of such careful maintenance.

Mad Dog didn't admit that he did have a strange feeling in his heart, but a priest obviously didn't deserve it.People from the two worlds, who have a little intersection, are disrespectful to God.

Ruan Yao didn't seem to realize that she was hated by others, the tear film in her eyes shone with a loving light, she stared at the man's impatient face infinitely pitifully, like a puppy who was about to be abandoned at any time .

The limp black hair hangs listlessly on his neck.

The sunlight coming in from the round window made the boy's snow-white skin almost translucent, like the white jade Buddha statue from the east that the man once saw in the home of a certain politician.

The white jade is flawless, and a lotus grows under the seat.

Holy is beautiful.

He remembered that most people in the East believed in Buddhism, and an Asian priest added a touch of inexplicable and ridiculous meaning.

"Do you know what I do?" The man's voice was infinitely cold, and a finger frivolously lifted the little priest's chin.

Ruan Yao's face was forced to be close to his chin, as long as he got closer, he could kiss a cheek like white jade.

The little priest's eyelashes were trembling nervously. Butterfly finally sensed the hunter's threat, but it was too late when he wanted to escape.

He was caught by hunters.

The wings fell into the man's hands, and with a little struggle, they would be crushed mercilessly.

Phosphor powder fell all over the hand, which is the evidence that the butterfly was last left in the world.

"I've seen a lot of guys like you." The man deliberately humiliated him with vulgar words, his fingers unhooked the tightly wrapped black robe of the little priest, and a button burst open, exposing most of the soft and white neck to the man. in front of the eyes.

The bewitching fragrance is even more compelling.

"Do you think you can fool me by wearing a priest's robe?" The boy's newly grown body exudes a completely pure and youthful taste. He should be twenty?Or eighteen?

The Holy See would not call an underage child to such a dangerous city.

How could a city thug obediently surrender to God just because of a child.

"You didn't mean to seduce me, did you?" The Caucasian's exceptionally tall nose brushed Ruan Yao's neck ambiguously, and the cute and round Adam's apple rolled up and down.

The blue blood vessel is only a finger away from him, and he can bite through the priest's blood vessel with his teeth at any time to enjoy the salty and warm blood.

Could the little priest's blood be fragrant?

Exudes a sweet and greasy taste like honey, a beauty made entirely of sugar.

Just thinking about it makes my blood boil.

"I'm not the first prey you found, am I?" His words became more and more exaggerated and insulting, "Oh, it shouldn't be the prey, it should be the guest."

It seemed that there was no other reason for a weak sheep-like guy to survive so safely among the mob except for that bit of indecent gossip.

"I do not have……"

The little priest's crimson lips were bitten by himself, and his white teeth sank a strange deep mark between the soft flesh.

What they said was right, he was more like a succubus ordered by Lucifer to harm the world than a priest.

It's just a maddening, hellish devil.

"Has your cross been eaten by yourself?"

The fingers slid from the deep collarbone to Ruan Yao's lower abdomen, and the fingers felt the soft belly undulating slightly due to tension.Obviously the clothes are well worn, but the man's fingers have already touched everywhere.

Ruan Yao felt that she could not bear it any longer.

The man seemed to test his bottom line on purpose, his fingers finally left the coveted soft white belly, and touched a more secret place unexpectedly.

Ruan Yao's thighs began to tremble.

He wanted to run, but the man's uninjured hand was tightly wrapped around his body like an iron hoop, so that he had nowhere to escape.

An extremely suppressed whimper came out of his throat, like a helpless lamb facing the butcher's knife.

He was about to watch himself being swallowed so that not even his bones remained, and he couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy.The tear film in the eyes shone even more, and the light amber eyes looked like two precious gems soaked in the clear water.

Water overflows from the edge of the gem.

There was actually a trace of scalding on the man's hand.

Mad Dog obviously didn't want to let him go.

A beauty who can't even resist, what else can she do besides being eaten?

His best destination is to cling to golden branches like a dodder flower, and to be only one person's pet, otherwise he can only be like a lowly whore crying under various men.

Mad Dog even really started to wonder if Ruan Yao had any other men before meeting him.

After all, he is such a glass beauty who is easy to bully.

Ruan Yao lowered her eyes, as if she had given up resistance.His cheeks were blushing with extreme patience, and his tender cheeks were wet with tears, making people seem to see the Virgin Mary in suffering in a trance.

Then he is Jehovah, the God who gave Mary the child.Mad Dog thought arrogantly.

Fingers all the way down from the waist and hips, which are so narrow that they are no more than a palm wide.

The skin there is softer and more brittle than tofu, and a light pinch will cause the holy little priest to breathe tremblingly from between his teeth.

The aroma and the damp heat enveloped his scarred soul.

He wants to gain eternal life in the process of blasphemy.

The tastiest meals should be saved for last.Even an arrogant villain like Ryan knows that food needs to be eaten slowly.

So his finger continued down.

Ruan Yao's struggling fingers did not move.He just grasped the man's arm weakly, like a lamb who had no choice but to accept his fate, and offered to sacrifice his neck to the raised butcher knife.

Mr. Killer, who had countless lives in his hands, suddenly felt a little bored.

Such a beauty who is easily conquered is bland and tasteless.

It can change from bright moonlight in the sky to white rice on the ground in an instant.He had also read some classic literary works of Huaguo, and he knew that Huaguo people like to use moonlight and roses as metaphors for love.

But the little beauty who was conquered so easily is not worthy of being a white moonlight, nor is she worthy of being a red rose.

The man's fingers continued to descend until they touched the boy's trembling thighs.The soft flesh was afraid of exuding a beautiful wave of flesh under the black robe.

Just thinking about that scene made him ache.

Mr. Killer condescendingly decided to upgrade the white rice to white pearls.

He was beautiful and too charming.

The little priest was obviously afraid. The little beauty who had always been protected by the Holy See in the tower had never seen such an arrogant and unruly devil.

"You should curse me." He tried to teach the little beauty to resist, but the little beauty just bit her lip and closed her eyes.

As if it doesn't happen if you don't see it.

A mad dog would be amused by such ostrich childishness.

But soon he stopped laughing.

The fingers obviously touched something that shouldn't be on Little Pearl's body.

His whole body, except for the bones, should be as soft as petals, and when gently kneaded, a charming crimson will bloom.Instead of being cold, heavy, and exuding a biting chill like it is now.

He knew all too well what it was.

At this time, the little priest seemed to have finally come back from the dead, that soft and cold hand, still covered with a little sweat from being frightened, gently pressed on the man's hand.

This is actually a very strange picture.

The black robe all over the little priest's body was messed up by the mad dog, most of his snow-white shoulders were exposed, and the tender pink buds on his chest could be vaguely seen.Because of poverty, the sheepskin boots that were damaged last time could not be worn again, and the little priest was simply barefoot in the room.

The priest's robe was pulled up to the thigh, and the two thin white long-legged boneless snakes lay lazily on the messy mattress.

Like a boy from a good family who has been tipped by a pen, and also like a beautiful snake who seduces a man to his death.

Maybe it was because he cried too much just now, the little priest's voice was slightly hoarse, his voice was already soft, and when he was praying, he looked like a handful of clouds or something like cotton candy.

Now that it is hoarse, Unprovoked has a more dangerous and alluring meaning.

The man who was in the dominant position and was ready to tear down the little beauty at any time did not dare to act rashly at this time.

Ruan Yao hung down his slender and thick long eyelashes, the butterfly's wings fluttered, and it came back to life from the hunter's stiff palm, ready to fly away at any time.

Men dare not stay.

"I thought you were so brave." The little priest whispered softly, his eyelashes flickered a few times, and a wicked smile appeared on his flushed cheeks from crying.

It seems that the soft mask with the face that can be bullied at will has finally shed its skin at the right time, and the beauty snake hidden under the skin crawled out with a slender waist shaking its slender waist to bring disaster to the world.

"Did anyone tell you that it's impolite?" He tilted his head, with a hazy smile on his innocent and childish cheeks, and gently held his snow-white and slender hand with faint blue blood vessels on the back He took the man's hand on his thigh doing evil.

The slender white fingers deftly slid over the man's fingers like a swimming snake, bypassing the black straps that hooped out the tender flesh of the thighs, and slowly pressed the trigger.

The man's hand was as hot as a soldering iron, and Ruan Yao felt that his thigh was going to be cooked by him.

At some point, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the man's jaw.

He spoke softly, and seemed to be casually explaining to the man: "You have to know, I won't come here unprepared."

The shiny tear film looked at the man innocently and obediently, his eyes blinked, and the tears that hadn't dried up rolled down again on their own, wetting his blush cheeks.

"So, you try to touch me again?"

The author has something to say:

Some yys about tying wooden warehouses to the thighs of the little beauties~