Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Yao inevitably felt a "boom" explode in her head.

He opened his mouth, and he managed to exhale a weak breath like a gossamer from his throat.

"Hold on, he's cheating on you." The system was afraid that its host would be tricked by the protagonist in a daze, so it frantically flickered the little red light in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The little priest blinked dizzily, even if he wanted to talk about the current situation, he couldn't say it.

Mr. Killer moved his hand up from his fragile neck, firmly covering half of his face. When Ruan Yao blinked, the weak air from his long eyelashes could even touch the man's calloused fingers. .

There was a warm wetness in the palm of the hand covering the little priest's mouth.

It's very itchy, the subtle itching has been running from the skin of the palm to the bones, and I can't wait to use something to relieve the itching.

For example, the beautiful body of this Asian priest.

Ryan could even easily imagine how the priest's crimson flower-like lips opened pitifully a little under the mild hypoxia, wishing that even the tip of his tongue could be stretched out to take in the thin air.

The twilight-like red burning on his soft white cheeks has covered most of his face, and when his eyelashes quiver, sparkling tears will roll down.

The neckline that had been tidied up with great difficulty was rubbed open again by the man, and the sunken collarbone of the ascetic priest could be seen in the crumpled fabric.

With a little shadow sunken, the skin is as delicate as expensive oriental silk. If it can hold a puddle of erosive liquid, the picture will be beautiful.

Ryan's heart softened for a moment, but somehow he remembered how the little beauty seduced him and lost his mind a little bit, and finally aimed his wooden cangkou at his chin pretending to be vicious.

If he had been a little smarter, the legendary Mr. Killer would have had his brain crushed by Kazukura by now.

Sure enough, the little beauty is more attractive with some claws, isn't it?

The sacred and inviolable flowers of kaolin should be picked off by ordinary people, wrapped in dirty liquid, and locked in a glass case for the world to watch.

As long as they give a silver coin, anyone can easily make the delicate and beautiful little beast cry.

Let him lie on the "Bible" that he is devout and even willing to dedicate himself, naked and bathed under the mournful eyes of the Virgin, and let God see how his believers are played by mortals.

Ryan took a deep breath and squeezed Ruan Yao's chin with a frivolous smile: "Little priest, where is your Bible?"

Ruan Yao knew that he was doubting his true identity, and the pupils in his eyes flashed like stars, reminiscent of lambs, rabbits and other weak creatures.

Covering his mouth, how can he quibble, no, explain.

The man didn't want to give him a chance to explain.

He just wanted to find a reason to bully Ruan Yao.

Ruan Yao fluttered her eyelashes nervously, and kept looking down at the long shadows drawn by the golden sunlight under her feet.The young master lingered at the door of the church for more than half an hour, and now he finally disappeared.

Ryan was thinking about what posture he would use to swallow this little guy, but he was caught off guard and felt a little moist itch in his palm.

It's not the hot air sprayed out by breathing, but the soft petal-like tip of the tongue licking the lines of the palm of the hand little by little, like a feather lightly scratching the palm of the hand, and also like a kitten timidly fawning on her.

The palm prints are covered with a layer of wet water color.

Ruan Yao didn't seem to know what she was doing, she innocently looked into the man's iron-gray irises from the eyes protruding from the man's tiger's mouth.His eyes were so bright that Ryan could even see his blue veins stretched out of patience.

"You shouldn't be a priest, but a cousin." He pressed against Ruan Yao's ear, and the back of his hand turned red with force.

Ruan Yao was about to die of anger.

Why on earth is the cheap-mouthed man chosen as the protagonist by the world!

But now that half of his life is in the hands of others, he just rolled his Adam's apple, his face fainted with a rouge-like color from suffocation.

The little priest stared straight at the man's eyes, the end of his sleek eyes slowly curled up, bending into two crescent moons, with broken light floating in his eyes.

The jet-black forehead hair was sticking wetly to his cheeks, obviously he hadn't done anything yet, but it looked like he had done everything.The man even wanted to light a cigarette.

With such a gorgeous and beautiful face as the little priest, if he smokes, he will be very attractive, right?

Ryan couldn't help but think of an Asian employer. There was an ancient oriental beauty screen in his home. The beauty with flushed cheeks stretched out a white arm from the complicated dress, holding an enamel pipe with her fingers.

The rising smoke blurred her facial features into an erotic and depraved beauty.

later……

Ryan frowned.

He later stabbed the throat of the narrow-minded island man with a wooden warehouse pipe. The blood-splattered beauty screen is more beautiful, but the most thrilling moment of the artwork is burning to destruction in the fire.

He suddenly let go of the hand that was holding the little priest.

Ruan Yao was caught off guard and fell to the ground, clutching her throat and coughing forcefully twice, tears welled up in her eyes.

He seemed to find it incredible.

Eyes are wide open, looking so dumb.

The black-haired man spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders insincerely: "Sorry, but I don't want to be kicked by you to ruin my little brother."

When the bent knee fell to the ground, the skin was scratched, and it was obvious that there must be bloodshot eyes without looking.

Ruan Yao has never felt so wronged.

He is not a person who is very good at hiding his emotions. He suddenly lost the external force that forced him, and once he relaxed, he could no longer hold back.At first Ryan thought the little priest was blushing because of suffocation, until a tear rolled down the end of his eye and onto his cheek, Mr. Killer felt a rare surprise.

He seemed to have seen a kitten whose hair was wet by the rain, squatting down and pinching Ruan Yao's cheek.

In the eyes of Europeans, Asians are already small. If it weren't for the black robe he was wearing, he would definitely be regarded as a pitiful underage.

Even wearing a priest's robe, she looks like a little warbler who came out in a fun uniform to attract guests.The man thought maliciously.

Ruan Yao was pinched by him in a daze, her cheeks soaked in tears looked slippery, and the man slipped his fingers away without much effort.

A drop of water quickly condensed from the thick black long eyelashes and dripped on the man's tiger's mouth.

The hot man's heart trembled.

Ruan Yao didn't make a sound when she cried, as if she was being bullied hard, she just dared to lean against the wall behind her and tremble.The slender porcelain-white fingers pressed the ground, almost losing their color with such force.

He didn't wear shoes, and Ryan easily grabbed Ruan Yao's ankle with one hand, and with a hard pull, the little priest fell into his arms.

Even if the little beauty was covered with dust, her whole body would still be fragrant and soft.

It is much warmer than those sky-high works of art.

Ryan kneaded the round bone protruding from the back of Ruan Yao's neck like a kitten, and his tone was a little coaxing: "What's wrong? I can't take it anymore?"

"You wanted to kill me just now, so you didn't even touch it now?" He reached in with one hand from the wide hem of the robe, along his smooth calf to the thigh where the belt was tied.

He paused with his fingers.

The wooden barn there is gone.

When Ruan Yao spoke, she still had a strong crying voice, it was so pitiful.Every word rolled out from the tip of the tongue was covered with a layer of sweet honey and wet tears.

"I won't forget to pull the safety catch this time."

Ruan Yao's body was trembling, he really hated this cold-blooded, inhuman and mean-spirited man.

"I regret saving you."

"Get out."

A wise man does not fall twice in the same place.

But Mr. Assassin, the world's top man, fell twice in a row on the same little beauty because of the same problem.

Edward was actually not sure if the little priest would come.

His little priest, pure and innocent, is not good at deceiving people.

If you say it, you will definitely come, right?

He bit his fingers nervously, in front of him was a half-finished oil painting.

"That's not right." He looked palely at the statue of the Madonna of Flowers with half-closed eyes in the painting.

He didn't know what was wrong, but he just felt that the god he believed in was not like this.

"Master Edward, it's time for dinner." The little blond maid with cute freckles knocked on the door, carefully lowering her eyes to remind the little master.

"Tonight is the Sabbath, you must be there." The little maid seemed a little nervous, her apron was crinkled into a ball by her fingers.

Edward's tone was very gentle, even with a hint of excitement: "I see."

He put down the paintbrush in his hand without any hesitation, and never looked at the Madonna of Flowers again.

The last sliver of orange sunlight dipping into the sky slanted on the easel from the grilled French windows, like two lines of tears streaming from the face of the Virgin.

Edward was dressed more delicately today than when he went to see the little priest. There was a sparkling diamond brooch pinned to his neckline, and an emerald gemstone of the same color as his eyes on his cuffs. His soft blond hair and natural baby face made him look even more Harmless to humans and animals, well-behaved, just like the stupid and cowardly young master who was favored by the decaying old father in the rumors.

The two elder brothers sat on the long table with their respective families and their own ghosts.

Seeing Edward coming down the spiral staircase, the two men exchanged glances, and the eldest brother Jonathan first laughed eccentrically: "I heard that my dear brother invited the new priest today?"

A slight smile appeared on Edward's exquisite face, and he nodded meekly and silently.

The eldest brother is a middle-aged man who is praised by his subordinates. Before he really got out of the war of family heirs, An Yi had already eroded his small brain.

"Our younger brother is really getting more and more attractive." Jonathan narrowed his eyes, and the two mustaches at the corners of his mouth trembled disgustingly with the involvement of his face.

"What's the name of that little priest who looks like a porcelain doll, run? Geez, Asian names are really hard to remember. Didn't his teacher give him a proper Christian name?"

"How about Angela, hahahaha I think it suits him very well."

I'm so annoying.

gross.

How can you call the priest's name in such a frivolous and greasy tone.

I feel sick.

Can you please shut him up.

He'd better be dead.

"A priest is a priest, and there is no need for another name." Edward watched the maids busily serving up newly-made dishes, and the flying black and white skirts looked like the corpse of a distraught flower.

He didn't look at his disappeting older brother, but smiled and looked at himself reflected in the silver dinner plate.

A calculated smile looks perfect.

Submissive, harmless, pathetic.

Father, he will like it, right?

"I also think that a beautiful bird like ours doesn't need another name." The second brother Richard is a naughty playboy who hangs around skirts all year round. Excessive dating makes him look like a 30-year-old. Gloomy like a vampire who should only lie in a coffin.

Only beauty can make his prematurely aging face show a little different light.

He gently teased the chirping goldfinches in the cage with a toothpick.

The black bean-like eyes looked innocently at his gray-white and strange master, and rubbed his round head affectionately against Richard's slender fingers.

"Housekeeper! Johnny! Where's the wine I bought last time! Serve it up!" Jonathan threw the sweaty ball of his handkerchief on the dining table.

His child, the little fatty who was pampered into a fool, was crying shrilly because he wanted his second uncle's goldfinch.

This family is disgusting and makes people want to vomit.

Edward couldn't help biting his nails again, but it was impolite.

He didn't want the little priest who would come anytime to see him in such a bad state.

So he set his sights on the knife lying on the edge of the dinner plate.

Ah, red, he likes red very much.

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