Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Yao was pulled back to the dark and smoky room.The young man has slender fingers and distinct joints, picking up Ruan Yao is as easy as picking up a kitten.

Undoubtedly, he pressed the thin Asian into the soft leather sofa, and Ruan Yao wrinkled his face when he smelled the smell of smoke in his nose in a daze.

"I won't send you back."

Norton smiled at him like a rogue: "If you want to go back by yourself, I won't stop you." He spread his hands, indicating that he didn't care, but he pressed his knees on Ruan Yao's black robe and separated Xiaoya affectionately. Yi's legs are like a butterfly nailed to the base, the strength of the struggle is easily dispelled by people, and the wings will shatter if someone grabs and rubs them.

"The road back is very dark. The government is reluctant to allocate money to repair the broken street lamps. There are many hooligans on the road like that group of garbage just now. They will get close to you, or directly catch you and tear your body. Clothes, squeeze your face hard, will stuff their dick in your mouth and down, you will be played with them till dawn, then sold to the most sleazy potbellied bum to give him litter after litter Deformed bastard." A boy who grew up from the bottom of the society couldn't have said such a despicable and shameless threat, but the gentle and gentle Asian was instantly pale with fright, and he could still see those beautiful eyes in the dark It was covered with a layer of light and rippling water mist.

"Your heavenly father will witness you committing shameless felonies, and you will have no peace after death. You will be abandoned by your god and thrown into hell to be burned by fire."

The little priest couldn't stand it anymore. The little priest who had dedicated everything to God since birth obviously couldn't hear such words. He wanted to cover his ears but the boy grabbed his wrist.

Norton is a little taller than Edward, he is the best thug in Heicheng, he can easily grab Ruan Yao's two wrists with one hand.

He looked at the pure and stupid little priest with that malicious smile indifferently: "If you want to go, I don't want to take a strange guy to stay at home overnight."

"What if my house gets dirty?"

He grabbed the little priest's immobile front paws like teasing a small animal, and let Ruan Yao writhe on the sofa and struggle non-stop, with his legs rubbing against Norton's jeans, and the lambskin boots on his feet were caught at some point Lost one.

Pure cotton white socks were put on alone on the feet with slender ankles.

Ruan Yao's face turned red, her voice seemed to be forcibly enduring something, but she let out a pitiful cry: "Stop talking."

He looked at Norton pleadingly, the boy's shimmering lip ring and the dangling silver cross on Ruan Yao's chest formed a weird and complementary harmony.

The little priest stared blankly and innocently at the rebellious and flamboyant thug boy with his round eyes that were charmingly raised at the end of his eyes, his gaze shifted from the collarbone tattoo to those dark red eyes.

Ruan Yao vaguely thought of a boy with red hair who looked a little familiar, but unfortunately, the other person's eyes shouldn't be of this color, right?What color is it?

Ruan Yao forgot.

He didn't realize that his memory seemed to be getting worse and worse, and the entanglement in the world of the last mission gradually turned into a hazy and ambiguous fog in his mind.

He was used to being stupid, so he didn't realize that he was any more stupid.

Ruan Yao tremblingly said, "I know you won't bully me." Her memory has deteriorated, but the cunning and cleverness of a small animal looking for a sense of security is still there. The little priest raised his face proactively, and the broken light in his eyes floated It became more intense, and Norton, who was shining brightly, was in a trance.

His lips were also shiny, as if wearing a woman's lipstick. Even in the oppressive darkness, Norton could still imagine the delicate and beautiful color of flower petals.

It must be very dear.

"You're a good man." Ruan Yao choked back some tears, hanging tremblingly on the thick eyelashes, he was already quite handy when he was miserable, and the good man flew up.

Intuition told him that this vicious-looking young man in front of him who only knew how to fight and kill should be able to be deceived.

The system joyfully took out a black and white slate in the sea of ​​consciousness, ready to act at any time.

"I have nothing left." Ruan Yao's voice trembled, like a kitten whose fur has been wet by the rain, tremblingly took the initiative to let go of the struggle, and obediently approached the red-haired gangster.

"You take me in for one night, and I will repay you." He blinked his overly long eyelashes, and seemed to have been persuaded by Norton's intimidation, and he grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes helplessly, "I don't want to betray God, please I beg you."

"God will forgive you for all the sins you have committed." He was still talking like that, and he really looked like a devout believer who was alone except for his faith.

Norton's eyes hidden in the darkness flickered for a moment.

He is different from those bastards who only know women, tobacco, alcohol, and drugs. They have been eroded by various desires and turned into walking corpses at a young age. The young man always feels that there is some inexplicable sense of mission calling him. He was born to be Someone has to give everything for something.

A person with a sense of conviction is always easy to get the resonance of another partner with a strong sense of conviction.

Although the sense of faith of the little priest trembling under him is just pretending casually.

Anyway, just believe this vicious-looking guy in front of him.

Ruan Yao urgently came up with a way to minimize the damage in front of the dangerous elements, and limply showed her soft belly to the young man with bad intentions, letting him rua her belly like a kitten, her eyes were soft and her paws were hidden in the meat pads .

It's just being rua's belly, nothing special.Ruan Yao hypnotized herself.

"This is not a good place, why would the church send you here?" After all, he was not too stupid to only think about killing and killing guys, and he asked the old god to raise doubts from the nape of the kitten to the belly.

This little priest, who is as soft and fragile as a flower branch, came to the sin city filled with violence and blood all day long, and he could imagine the end with his toes.

But it is a miracle that Ruan Yao survived as safe as anyone else.

But who let him meet himself today.

Norton deliberately provoked an exaggerated arc and grabbed Ruan Yao's chin.The white, plump, soft flesh pitifully filled the arc of his tiger's mouth from the cheeks, as if he was kneading a ball of high-grade cream with a warm temperature.

"Aren't you afraid of being played to death?" His voice was a little hoarse, and when he bent down, the murder weapon was hard on Ruan Yao's soft leg, and even poked a small dent in the meatball.

It can't be seen that such a small and pitiful little priest has quite a lot of meat.

Ruan Yao just looked at him obediently, her eyelashes fluttering ignorantly from time to time to disperse the broken light floating in her eyes, and she objected softly: "Your lighter hurts me."

The zippo lighter has forgotten which unlucky ghost it came from, and it is now lying quietly in the corner of the sofa.

Norton was silent for a moment, unable to tell whether he was doing it on purpose or not.

"Does it hurt?"

Ruan Yao hesitated for a moment, but felt a little hot, he shook his head honestly: "It's okay."

"It's just a little hot." He added without hesitation, and moved his thigh, meaning that he hoped that Norton could move the lighter that was in the way in his pocket.

Then he had to be lifted up and face to face with Norton, and when he breathed, he could feel the temperature of the other's breath spraying on his face.

Ruan Yao dodged for a while, but her face was pinched even harder.

In fact, this narrow sofa can't carry the two men's excessive actions on it. Norton wrapped his other hand around the slender waist of the little priest, and pressed him into his arms. His slender limbs Completely imprisoned by him, like a large doll that can only be hung on the boy.

"You like lighters so much?"

He slowly took out the lighter, and shook out the last cigarette left in the cigarette case in front of Ruan Yao.

Ruan Yao tried her best to turn her face backwards, forgetting for a moment that the annoying "lighter" was still stuck on her thigh.He really couldn't smell the smoke, and he was a little worried about his lungs.

Little Peach Blossom, who has been illuminated by the light of science since she was a child, tremblingly gave the red-haired gangster science popularization: "Second-hand smoke is not good, it will cause cancer."

Norton shook his eyebrows, and hooked the corners of his mouth at him without a smile.He lit the last menthol cigarette, and the light mint scent mixed with the smoke permeated the room shrouded in darkness.

Not far away, the bright and ambiguous lights of the red light district came out of the window, and the priest's beautiful silhouette was dyed a layer of gorgeous red, and the crimson lips and flesh glistening with water could be vaguely seen.

Ruan Yao's lips are also beautifully shaped, with plump and round lips falling in the center, much like the heart of a rose with its petals unfolding layer by layer, luring all passers-by to come up and kiss their faces.

The young man didn't know what he was thinking, for a child of his age, whimsy always came suddenly, without any reason, he smiled and held the cigarette between his fingers: "Well, after smoking this cigarette , I promise not to move you."

The Asian priest hesitated, trying to reason with the gangster in a low voice: "This is unholy..."

"If you refuse, I will make you even less holy." The red-haired gangster pinched Ruan Yao's cheek and threatened in a low voice, "Dear priest, I promise you will regret not agreeing to my 'request' when the time comes."

There was a flash of struggle on the priest's pretty face, and he finally chose the behavior that made him feel less guilty between smoking and lust.

There was brilliant phosphorescence in Ruan Yao's eyes, like a butterfly flapping its fragile and gorgeous wings.

He murmured "Lord, please forgive me", and finally parted his crimson lips reluctantly.

The fine white teeth are hidden behind the lip flesh, like crystal white shells.

The moist cigarette tail was stuffed into the soft mouth, and the pretty priest clumsily bit the tail of the menthol cigarette with his teeth, feeling a weird cool taste in his mouth.

"Suck." Norton commanded him condescendingly like a wicked child.

Ruan Yao had no choice but to close her eyes and take a breath cautiously.

"Well!"

The little priest was so choked that tears came out in an instant, his throat seemed to have been severely burned, and he felt a sharp pain when he exhaled, wishing he could cough out his trachea.Fortunately, the red light outside the window concealed the involuntary color on his cheeks, otherwise he would have been ridiculed severely.

But it's about the same now.

"It's really useless." There was no expression on the boy's face, and Ruan Yao couldn't even see his face clearly through a layer of tears.

I just think this red hair looks familiar.He was a little wronged, but that person would never treat him like this.

Ruan Yao felt the cigarette in his lips being taken away, and the next second he heard a thin gasp in his ear.

He unconsciously opened his dazed eyes to look at the blurred dark shadows, and his eyelashes blinked so slowly.

"I'll teach you, father." He leaned forward and took the mint cigarette wet with Ruan Yao's saliva, his tone was a bit vague, and he deliberately reminded Ruan Yao of his identity.

The choked crimson color on the little priest's face instantly turned pale again.

He covered his face with a little embarrassment: "No, no, don't call me that."

"Open your mouth." Norton coaxed the priest stickily, and tenderly flattened the curled up slender limbs and pressed them under him, as if spreading out a piece of white paper on which he could scribble casually .

Ruan Yao was afraid that he was going to do something worse, so she dared not refuse to listen, she pursed her lips, and opened the gap pitifully and obediently.

I don't know what it feels like to kiss with the priest's tongue.Norton thought strangely.

Norton has forgotten when he learned to smoke. He only knows that for a person like him who often suffers injuries, smoking and drinking can barely suppress the pain in his body, which is more stimulating and effective than the expensive painkillers in the clinic.

He held a breath of mint-flavored smoke in his mouth, bit by bit the thin pale smoke, along the open shell, along the gorgeous red light, staring at the white teeth and the tip of the tongue hidden in the flesh of his lips , spit it into Ruan Yao's mouth very slowly.

The priest's face was dazed.

He didn't know if it was second-hand smoke, his fingers would be cut off by his own nails.There was a hot temperature on the delicate face, the thick long eyelashes couldn't hold back the tears, they rolled down the nose to the center of the lips and were licked off by the young man's tongue.

The priest's tears turned out to be salty too.

Norton himself didn't know that his voice could be so gentle: "Father, why did you come here?"

Ruan Yao's consciousness was blurred, he was choking uncomfortably, tears glistened in his eyes, his eyes were empty, as if he was looking at something else through Norton.

"I'm coming, I'm coming to find my cousin." Ruan Yao still remembered his personality at this time, lying had become instinctive, and the liar priest just opened his mouth, "He is my only family member."

"I thought everything about the priest belonged to God, so why would he care about a little relative?" The red-haired boy opened his mouth with a faint white mist.

Ruan Yao looked even more dizzy, her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them up.

But he still remembers looking at the manuscript prepared for him by the system, and a certain well-behaved and reliable metal Xiaofang in the consciousness sea pointed at the messy draft on his stomach for his host to cheat smoothly.

"I just wanted to save him, and my aunt came to beg me not to let him continue to fall." The priest was struggling to speak, his eyes were hazy, and his tone was soft, so he seemed more sincere and reliable, "God will not give up on him." Any child."

"I'm here to save him, and I'm here to save you, too."

The silver cross slipped from his chest, and the icy cold metal stuck to Norton's wrist, which made him shiver.

……

At the same time, a certain idiot "cousin" who had degenerated into burning, killing and looting suddenly sneezed.

This is really a strange thing, and on such an urgent occasion, and such a well-known gold medal killer, the expression of the partner on the opposite side is a little surprised.

The unlucky "cousin" has no expression on his face. He doesn't seem to be sneezing because someone scolded him behind his back. Mr. Killer only thinks that he has been seriously injured and his physique is a little weak.

After today, when the sun rises, there will be big news in Black City and even in the whole of Europe. The ancient and murderous Duval family died two young masters one after another overnight. .

Everyone knows who the murderer is behind the scenes, but no one can believe it, and there is no evidence to accuse a young and pampered child of having the courage to murder his own brother.

The young heir clasped his hands against his chin, his hair as brilliant as gold gleamed coldly without warmth under the pale light.

"The account will arrive in the account in 24 hours. I hope I will never see your face in Heicheng again." The blond young master smiled gracefully, with his own brother's blood splashed on his cheeks.

So this gentle smile showed a bit of indescribable horror.

Mr. Killer folded his legs expressionlessly, sat lazily on the high chair and negotiated with the new godfather who was about to take office: "This is not allowed."

The young master raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Mr. Killer stood up. He should be 1.8 meters, no, 1.9 meters. When he stood up, his height was extremely oppressive. The black coat was clean, but he couldn't hide the strong smell of blood.

There was a secret smile in the iron-gray eyes: "I don't know if the young master has ever raised a kitten."

He seemed to have a headache and sighed, complaining sincerely: "Keeping a cat is very troublesome."

"If you get close, you will be scratched."

The corner of the young master's mouth twitched. He didn't know that this cat had a lot to do with him. He just felt that he was not interested in sharing the matter of raising a cat with a vicious killer. Wouldn't it be alright?"

The tall and pale killer laughed, and the arc of his thin lips was cracked madly: "What a coincidence, I thought so too. But, I'm just afraid that it's not enough."

He took off the hat on his head and saluted the young master as a gentleman: "Then, goodbye."

The young master confronted the killer coldly with those emerald eyes, but the curvature of his mouth remained the same, it looked like a split mask, the upper half of his face was cold, but the lower half had a warm smile: "I caught you!" My cat, let’s go to Hawaii for vacation, I remember cats like places with high temperatures.”

The killer smiled: "That's exactly what I mean."

When he turned around, his high-end custom-made cowhide shoes stepped over a pool of dark red and black blood, the corpse's cold fingers hooked his heels, and his gray and cloudy eyes stared at the killer who was walking away.

"Your brother seems to be reluctant to part with you." Mad Dog Ryan kicked the corpse casually to make sure that the dirty blood didn't get on his clothes.

Cats are very clean.

The nose is also very good.

"I can't bear you." The young master who was sitting on the mahogany high chair choked back coldly, and unconsciously rubbed a stack of documents on the table with his hand.

That's a solid resume.

Densely recorded the brilliant record of a little liar.

I don't know if it will be okay to go back.His poor little crook, the little priest, was so frightened by the gunshots that he went limp and came to save him.

A suspicious morbid blush appeared on the young master's pale Ruoxue face: Does this mean that the little liar also has feelings for him?It is because he likes him that he will protect him.

Even gave up on taking that target gem.

I wonder if his little priest would like to send off his poor brothers at this funeral?

The emerald eyes gradually filled with giggling, this black city will be his in the future, and the little priest can be his priest and his intimate lover for life.

The whole city will be a golden birdcage he tailor-made for the little priest.

Don't think about stepping out of the island again in this life.

……

Mr. Killer was wearing a decent black trench coat, like an elegant gentleman from the last century, walking slowly on the cold and windy street.

The pretty flowers protrude from the iron bars, attracting the eyes of passers-by.

The nostrils are full of light floral fragrance and biting cold air.

Lane enjoyed the knife-like chill to the bone as much as he enjoyed the strong smell of blood and fire.Mr. Killer was in a rare good mood, and he was still carrying a bag of cotton candy bought before the store closed.

He remembers that children like to eat this.

Kittens should be the same.

Mr. Killer, who has little experience in raising cats, thought about it slowly, and decided to buy a book next time and study it carefully.Although the kitten blocked a fake sniper kill for his employer, Ryan decided to define this behavior as the kitten's indiscriminate kindness.

If you have a chance in the future, you can correct it.

But such kindness overflowing everywhere is also very cute, anyway, he is willing to wipe the ass of this silly little priest.

It was already late at night when Ryan came out of the Duval's manor, and the little priest should have fallen asleep at this time.But the crazy Mr. Killer decided to force him to get up and eat the cotton candy he bought when he went back.

But it's okay to sleep soundly.Ryan thought very unprincipled.

Will the priest be frightened by today's gunshots?Will you be afraid to sleep, or will you tremble when you fall asleep?Ryan couldn't help but start imagining how the priest, who was less courageous than a cat, shivered under the quilt on the road.

The black hair protruded a little from the quilt, like seaweed spread on the bed, and the moonlight would sprinkle fine silver stars on his seaweed-like black hair through the small round window.

Pretty like the cross around his neck.

Of course Mr. Killer miscalculated badly.

Carrying the cotton candy, he pushed open the door of the church that was closed or not closed to him in such a good mood, and walked along the spiral staircase to find the little priest's room.

Then I saw an empty bed.

The quilt was still scattered on the bed, but the owner was nowhere to be seen.

The smile froze on Ryan's face.

Iron-gray pupils shifted from the gloomy night in the round window to the already cold mattress.

A kitten doesn't come home in the middle of the night, where will it go?

Of course it was hiding in someone else's house and eating cat strips.

Ruan Yao was tossed and tossed by the red-haired gangster. Although he protected his last virginity, Norton hugged his face as if he had taken some wrong medicine, and gnawed and bit his lips. His lips were swollen from being bitten. It hurts badly.

Ruan Yao covered her mouth with tears in her eyes to comfort herself. Foreigners just like to kiss each other, anyway, as long as they don't get pregnant, it doesn't count.

Halfway through the thought, before coaxing himself well, the little priest heard his stomach grunt inappropriately.

Ruan Yao was frightened all day today and came back without eating. Letting Norton tie him up at home and play around in the middle of the night, he must be hungry.

Ruan Yao wiped away tears, kicked the boy's thigh wrapped in jeans with Guangguo's toe, his socks and shoes were wiped off: "I'm hungry."

The little priest knelt down on the sofa pitifully, and confidently asked the red-haired bastard to cook for him.

Norton's whole body must have been stiff for 10 minutes. He slowly recovered from his petrified state. A rare look of embarrassment appeared on his young and handsome face. No, I've never cooked for anyone else.

He rummaged in the refrigerator for a long time, secretly angry that he had such a barren refrigerator.

"Is ham okay? What about tomato puree?" The boy asked him awkwardly.

He didn't know if there was anything the priest would not eat. Seeing how thin the little priest looked, don't be a vegetarian.

Ruan Yao was hugging a fluffy blanket. His priest's robe was crumpled, and it was likely to be torn by the rough-handed young man. He took off the black robe and put on a boy's T-shirt.

The current priest is wearing a shirt that is one size bigger, with his bare legs crossed on the sofa, sniffing: "Okay."

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