Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Yao was coaxed home by this red-haired gangster named Norton, who said "It's still early" and said "Are you looking down on me?"

One is because the little priest is as timid as a rabbit who is willing to do anything if he is slightly frightened, and his mind is always in a daze. Think of it as some fierce and awkward big dog.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself in a crowded and cramped low room. Not far away, the ambiguous red light shone on his face and the silver cross on his chest, but his face was as pure as the morning dew. lily.

Ruan Yao blinked her eyes a little dullly, and looked at that ferocious non-mainstream boy in confusion.

He didn't seem to understand the situation at all, and he didn't even know what he was here for.

Seeing his pure and ignorant appearance, Norton also became suspicious. Is this beautiful little Asian really out to "do business"?

But appearing in that kind of place, wearing a uniform that can seduce men's stomachs, and breathing so nicely, all kinds of weird and just right factors add up to not seem completely innocent.

You can't really be a priest, can you?

Norton laughed at his sudden thought.

Such a beautiful servant, God Himself can't help it, right?

"You know what you're going to do, right?" The boy lowered his head and pinched the tip of Ruan Yao's nose, holding down his breath and stroking the little beauty whose eyelashes were trembling.

Ruan Yao looked at him hesitantly. The sharp high browbones and sunken eye sockets of the Caucasian people gave the young man a vicious and indifferent feeling when he was not smiling. The dark red eyes reminded people of an ominous color.

He happened to be born taller than others, and compared with Ruan Yao, who was thin and thin and could be lifted by the back of the neck with one hand, the feeling of oppression was frightening.

Ruan Yao didn't really want to follow the strange boy into the door, she hooked her knuckles behind her in confusion, and mustered up her courage to say softly, "You can tell me to do anything, don't kill me."

His voice was already soft, and his soft voice was not like begging for mercy, but more like playing hard to get.

Ruan Yao associated the red-haired boy in front of him with the dark society in the movie who would draw a gun and kill someone if he disagreed with him. Thinking that he might be silenced if he entered the door, he lamented in his heart that he was unlucky even though he didn't see anything. Can be careful and barely remedy it.

"If you want money, this is the most valuable thing in my whole body." Ruan Yao still wishful thinking that he was looking for money, and pointed at the dangling silver star on her neck with the red fingertips pinched by herself.

To be honest, the thin chain hanging on the owner's slender and flexible snow-white long neck can especially arouse some unspeakable desires in the man.The silver chain was wrapped around the swan-like neck, and the lower end was buried in the thick black robe. When he walked occasionally, it was more like a stream of living silver light, faintly making the man's mouth dry.

Norton has always had a bad temper. The law of the jungle that Heicheng believes in tells him that he can grab what he likes directly and never waste his saliva, except when facing this fragile little Asian who will fall if he blows his breath, he is always inexplicable. Can't bear to do it.

He clicked "tsk" impatiently, raised his eyebrows the same color as his hair, and grabbed Ruan Yao's chin with a bit of malice, the soft flesh of his cheeks overflowed like sweet cream from his tiger's mouth in an instant A soft arc.

He told himself that the little Asian was no different from the men and women in the pink room.

"Are you playing dumb with me?"

"Standing on the street dressed like this, isn't it just to find the unlucky ghost?" He didn't know why he suddenly became irritable, but he remembered that he was leaning against the wall and panting so amorously, did he just entertain him before him? What a messy man.

Did that person make him tired and hurt?

Norton started to think wildly again, and his tone towards Ruan Yao was even worse: "How much does it cost to sleep once? Seeing you like this, it shouldn't be worth much, right?"

He did it on purpose.

Even if this face is more exquisite and gorgeous than those stars who are as flamboyant and beautiful as butterflies in the movie, if it can be packaged by someone, it might be a legendary movie star.

It's a pity that in the final analysis, isn't he just a wandering warbler who is so downcast that he comes out to stand on the street?If you are lucky, you can meet a generous financial supporter for a while, but if you are unlucky, you will be bullied to death by those low-level scum.

Norton has seen too many people like this, who flew out of the red light district like a nightingale deftly, and either reached the sky in one step, or were thrown to death by the muddy street with their wings broken.

When the red-haired gangster said this, Ruan Yao wondered for a moment if he was going out without clothes on. He subconsciously grabbed the corner of the clothes and realized that he was indeed wearing the tight black robe that could be buttoned all the way to his Adam's apple. When he breathed a sigh of relief.

This person...maybe a bit out of his mind.

Ruan Yao tried to explain to him: "I didn't come out...that." He seemed a little embarrassed to say it, his cheeks were burning red hotter than the bright lights in the distance.

He saw that the eyes of the red-haired gangster seemed to be a little colder, and the corners of the white boy's mouth curled up, and he approached Ruan Yao with a bit of evil spirit: "What? Are you going to free it?"

Forgive your mother.

Ruan Yao punched hard in her heart, said promises, and tried her best to hold back the anger in her heart: "I don't do that kind of thing..." He was a little afraid that the boy would continue to speak out before him, so he quickly continued, "I'm a new Father here."

He held up the necklace around his neck to show the boy: "I'm from the Vatican Church."

The cross pendant in his hand was exquisite in workmanship, and it was not light when held in his hand. It really didn't look like a low-quality imitation that could be bought in ordinary stores.

Ruan Yao carefully looked at the face of the red-haired gangster, and found that the boy's eyebrows seemed to be loose.Ruan Yao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that fortunately this is a guy who understands people's language.

In the next second, the boy grabbed the little priest's wrist, kicked open the door, and threw the innocent-looking Asian into the room.

Norton is the most famous thug in this area, and his superiors value him, so they often give him enough commissions. The home of a young man looks spacious and clean.

But Ruan Yao quickly broke all this.

His wrist hurt from being pinched, and he groaned softly.Norton felt that he was in pain, and when he let go of his hand unexpectedly, because of inertia, Ruan Yao stumbled back a few steps and hit the table on his body.

The glass water glass was bumped by the little priest and rolled off the edge of the table, shattered into several pieces, and the sharp edge shone maliciously in the dark.

Ruan Yao was startled by the sudden movement, looked at Norton's round eyes like a lost deer, a thin layer of tears flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, sorry."

The red-haired boy was a little annoyed to find that he always seemed to be soft-hearted because of such eyes.He even wondered if this guy found out that he was doing this, so he deliberately came to catch him.

Ruan Yao held the cross on her chest in a decent manner, her voice trembling: "You let me go back now, the Lord will forgive everything you have done."

Norton raised his eyebrows indifferently, and held Ruan Yao between his arms and the edge of the table as if he thought it was interesting: "You really believe in religion, what do you believe in? Satanism?"

He got his wish and saw Ruan Yao's face showing a look of shame and anger, which made him look more lively and beautiful.

"Please don't insult my faith." The knuckles of his fingers holding the cross turned white.

This Asian is really stupid enough, didn't he realize his current situation at all?

Norton stared at him: "Are you really a priest?"

Don't you pick this outfit from some unlucky ghost?

Ruan Yao finally felt that something was wrong, and asked him in a low voice, confused: "I don't look like it?"

"Like, very much like it." The boy let out a sneer from his nasal cavity, lazily let go, "Pure like a virgin."

He threw himself onto the soft leather sofa beside him.He took out a Marlboro from his trouser pocket, flipped on the lighter and lit it.Suddenly, a puff of smoke ignited in the air, which made Ruan Yao uncomfortable.

Ruan Yao frowned, the lights in the room were not turned on, only the cigarette held between the young man's fingers condensed into a weird and quiet red dot, flickering on and off in the quiet room where only the breathing of two people could be heard.

"Well... Now that the misunderstanding is resolved, can you let me go?" Ruan Yao pinched the corner of her clothes uneasily.

Norton laughed lowly, the ash from his fingertips fell on his thigh and he brushed it off casually: "Yes, why not."

He pointed to the door: "You don't need me to send it?"

His attitude changed so quickly, Ruan Yao faintly felt that there was something in his words.

But he really didn't want to spend a night in a room with a violent street boy.Ruan Yao could only grit her teeth and push open the door.

As soon as she opened the door, Ruan Yao was startled by a broken glass wine bottle outside.

He pressed his chest in shock, hypnotizing himself that it was just an accident.

In the next second, a black cat with green eyes rushed past the door, and Ruan Yao could even feel a strange and stench passing through the tip of her nose.

Ruan Yao heard Norton flicking on and off his lighter behind him.

He didn't dare to ask this dangerous boy to send him back, so he could only swallow his saliva and try to walk two steps in the dark and cramped streets.

In the corner not far away, a pulsating light group lit up.

Crowds of gangsters were walking over drunkenly, and Ruan Yao could even clearly hear them talking and laughing.

"Fuck, that little nun is so fucking cool today."

"While touching it, I can read the Bible at the same time hahahaha!"

Excessively obscene and indecent words flowed out from the mouths of men who were drunk, Ruan Yao wanted to cover her ears so that she could not hear anything.

"I don't know if the one in the church... is the same?"

"As for his face, has he been played by that stinky old man, the Pope?" Ruan Yao's face turned paler, of course he knew who those people were talking about.

Going forward, it is inevitable to face this group of people. Ruan Yao's slender limbs combined cannot compare with the thick arms of any of them. If they really face each other... Ruan Yao shivered.

He took a few steps back and stepped on a cardboard box.

The rapidly deflated drink box made a sharp sound, which immediately attracted the attention of the group of drunks.

"Who is there!"

Ruan Yao was trembling and didn't know what to do, if they found out...a warm hug with a slight smell of tobacco stuck behind her.

Before Ruan Yao could make a sound, someone held her head firmly in her arms.

"Noisy, what are you doing?" The boy's lazy and threatening voice sounded in the empty and cold night.

The aggressive group of people stopped immediately, and looked at Norton, who was still holding someone in his arms, with a sneer: "Oh, it's Norton, so he's still up so late?"

"It's none of your business." The red-haired boy didn't even bother to pretend to smile, and closed the door with the deer in his arms.

The gangsters looked at each other, with strange expressions recalling the little man in black on Norton's chest.

He couldn't see his face, only the nape of his neck, which was still white and eye-catching in the night.

"Fuck, this guy finally wants to open up?"

The author has something to say:

I really want to write that Yaoyao, who is not well-educated, was tricked into becoming a sex anchor and then fell off the line.