Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

Maybe it was the priest's prayer that really helped.

The killer didn't succeed in front of the bundled red-haired gangster. The little priest, whose nose was pushed to the extreme, just peeled off the last layer of black robe hanging precariously on his narrow crotch with his fingers. Inappropriately, it rang downstairs.

Ryan has excellent hearing, and when he heard that weak and pretending tone, he knew that it was the bad young master who always liked to wear sheep's clothing to win sympathy.

Mr. Killer's face darkened a little.

Ruan Yao saw his gradually turning cold eyes, and called out the system in a panic: "Is he trying to catch an adulterer?"

Ruan Yao was very nervous clutching her fingers. The vinegar fine attack is cute to many people, but it is terrifying to a cannon fodder like him who is deeply involved in it!

Then the man noticed that the little priest's face was even paler, and his eyelashes were trembling in panic, completely worried about the adulterer downstairs.

His hands were placed on the priest's waist. He was so thin, and the thin Asian skeleton looked even more pitiful on him. The soft skin covered it was no more than the length of Ryan's hand, and the narrow and flexible gap formed by the hip and the back waist The arc was just wide enough for him to get his hands on it.

He pushed harder, as if he wanted to forcefully rub the weak and slender Asian into his body.

The little priest didn't know how to struggle when he was strangled, he just hummed softly.

As if complaining about men's rudeness.

The system was confused, and urgently called out the emotional values ​​​​of Ryan and Edward. After a rough study, the fluctuations seemed to be quite normal: "Yes, it should be."

It turned its head to comfort Ruan Yao, "Hey, it's fine, it just likes to make some things to make the other party jealous, worry about it, it catalyzes the relationship, everyone loves to watch it."

When Ruan Yao heard it, she took it for granted.

He suddenly felt that he was a tool man with heavy responsibilities, and the thin white fingers on the man's shoulders suddenly increased their strength, pulling the man's shirt into creases.

The man looked down at him, the little priest didn't dare to look at the man, and the curly eyelashes that were long enough to hold tears trembled carefully.

"You can do whatever you want, just, just..." He subconsciously bit his lip, leaving a row of white tooth marks on his crimson lips, and warned him seriously with those sparkling eyes, "Don't Dirty my clothes."

In order to maintain his personality in this world, he has only this set of clothes, and if it gets dirty, he can only be naked.The priest without clothes should obviously be very hot-eyed, and Ruan Yao was afraid that she would be arrested for indecent reasons.

He actually gave up resistance completely.The man couldn't help showing a trace of unexpected surprise, and then his breathing became heavier.

Facing the thug who could easily crush him to death, the little priest's only request was to at least give him the last bit of decency.

The man's eyes became even more strange.

If eyes can fire people, Ruan Yao has probably been fired over and over again until she is out of shape.

The hostage in the corner let out an angry whine again, reminding the Dogecoin man of his presence.

In return, Goubi kissed the little priest brazenly.

Ruan Yao is very confident in himself. He thinks that since this is a pure love story, there will definitely not be a messy relationship. According to the common plot development, Edward will hit him just right the first time Ryan does something bad to him. break everything.

Then there is the sour plot of you listening to me explaining that I don't listen and I don't listen.

Ruan Yao has been thinking for a while how to expose her bad nature in front of him, and let the innocent young master see his ugly true face as a vicious liar.

Edward's voice was trembling, hovering over the church, as if full of great panic and pain, desperately looking for a reliable embrace and comfort.

"Ruan, are you there?" He raised his voice in the empty church, and it sounded in Mr. Killer's ears, it sounded like a green tea love rival Zheng Zhengming came to the door.

No matter how sharp and piercing this broken voice sounds.

Ruan Yao has not yet realized that the little white rabbit Edward has actually squeezed two lives of her own brother, and she is so foolish to treat him as a pure and flawless love-minded young master.

He had been with Edward for a few days, and he had been dutifully playing the role of a confidant big brother. Hearing Edward's pitiful voice, he inevitably turned his head and wanted to respond to him subconsciously.

Then Ryan grabbed the back of the neck viciously.

The man held him down as easily as holding down a little rabbit.

"What? You still want to find someone else in front of me?" The gray-eyed man licked his molars and moved closer to Ruan Yao.Ruan Yao was held in his arms, her head was pressed against the man's collar, and her nose inevitably rubbed into the man's collar.

He frowned and withdrew his body, kicking his calf with a little resistance.

"There is blood on your body." Ruan Yao opened her innocent round eyes, and the soft hair on the top of her head trembled into a pitiful little ball.

Ryan was taken aback, and looked down to see a dark mark on his black collar. It was actually a small spot, and it should not be visible on the black collar.

But Ruan Yao's nose is so sensitive.

He remembered that he had accepted the order to hate the kid at the door and killed two heirs of the mafia family. The skittish little priest waited all night.

The sound of the boy's footsteps could be heard outside the door, and Edward pressed his fingers accustomed to the paintbrush against the door panel, and was about to push open the unlocked door: "Ruan, I need you."

His voice was trembling, and there was still a hint of crying inside.

"I...I'm here." The priest's muffled voice came from inside, it sounded like his voice had lost his voice, and he spoke in a low voice, "Don't come in."

Edward has always been very obedient, so he just put his hand on the door, and quickly put aside what he was going to say: "Ruan, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

He eagerly asked the people in the room.

There was a somewhat difficult gasp from inside: "I'm fine... just... I have a cold."

The voice was muffled through the door, as if trying to suppress something.

It was hard for Edward not to be suspicious, but he was a gentle young master who loved art after all, and the priest didn't let him in, so he really just stood outside the door and talked to the priest.

Although today's priest sounds like he doesn't want to talk to him very much.

"Ruan, since you are sick, you should go to see a doctor. You can't just stay in your room. There is a new doctor from London. He will definitely be able to cure you." The young master tried to persuade the priest who was hiding in the room.

However, Ruan Yao's voice suddenly trembled a little violently, and the end of the sound was a little bit inflected, almost screaming: "No need!"

Immediately, he also realized that his tone of voice was too sharp, and immediately restrained that weird tone, and said in a good voice: "I just have a small cold, and I will be fine after taking the medicine. You are not allowed to come, because I am afraid of infecting you."

"I'm not afraid." The broken cry in Edward's voice became more and more obvious, he sounded so pitiful, like a big golden retriever who was afraid of being abandoned by the owner at any time, "Ruan, I need you very much now, please gone."

There was a long gasp from the priest in the room, and then Edward heard someone inside ask him gently, "What's the matter, Edward?"

The young master pressed his face against the simple door, his tone was sad and sad, as wet as the continuous winter rain on the island: "My brothers were killed."

This shocking news obviously shocked the people inside.

For a long time, Edward seemed to be unable to hear the priest's breathing.

He imagined that the people inside should be huddled together under the quilt now, their already white face was completely devoid of blood, and there might be crystal clear tears in their eyes due to panic.

The only heir of the Duval family shrank, and begged the priest for mercy in that weak and disheartened tone: "I'm afraid, Ruan, I'm afraid the next one will be me."

He should be crying, tears fell on the dusty ground, leaving a small wet mark.

Like a wormhole in a wooden floor.

He curled the corner of his mouth soundlessly.

"Ruan, Uncle Appa said that someone hired a killer..." He would continue to exert false pressure on the frail priest who looked like a branch of pale camellia.

"Edward, come in." Ruan Yao quickly cut off the young master's words.

The frail and sickly young master was not afraid of any cold infection at all, his eyes were red, he squeezed a few more tears by the way, moistened his cheeks with his fingers, and happily entered the priest's room.

Ruan Yao seemed to be really sick.

He was tightly wrapped in the quilt, his exposed cheeks were burnt pink, and his eyes were foggy.

The two pairs of wet eyes looked at each other for a while, Ruan Yao covered her mouth and coughed, and lowered her eyelashes pitifully: "Your brothers, return to the embrace of the heavenly father, in heaven, they will gain eternal life."

The young master, who was overly sad, couldn't help hugging the priest who was still on the sick bed. Ruan Yao was a little older than him, but the white man was really tall, and he wrapped the priest in his arms effortlessly.

Every time when she was with Edward, Ruan Yao would spend a little time to confirm that she was not a cuddle bear.

"You will come to my brothers' funeral, right?" The lonely young master who lost his father and brother in just one month, whoever can refuse is cold-blooded, ruthless and ruthless.

Ruan Yao weakly leaned against the quilt and coughed pretendingly again, expressing that she would definitely arrive.

Edward embraced the priest contentedly, and almost pressed the priest on the bed. The poor bed board creaked under the weight, and the young master's face covered by his forehead was full of shy smiles: "I have a gift, I want to give it a try. For you."

Ruan Yao struggled uncomfortably, trying to breathe some fresh air.

This action inevitably made the quilt tightly wrapped around his chin slip a little.

The little young master's smiling face froze suddenly, showing a faintly distorted and terrifying expression. Of course, he didn't dare to let Ruan Yao see this expression. Leaning on the sharp bone on the young man's shoulder hurts a lot.

The white and slender nape of the neck exposed in the pupils of the young man, and the round bone connecting the middle of the hair tail are arrogantly covered with a deep red hickey, like a gorgeous tattoo, provoking him brightly. .

……

Norton looked bad when he returned to his place.

He was injured, his face was swollen and horribly bruised, it was almost impossible to see the handsome facial features that were favored by women, and there was a scrape on his arm, thick blood flowed from the wound all the way down the boy's chest His fingertips dripped on the ground, forming a meandering stream of blood along the direction he walked.

A knowledgeable person can tell at a glance that this is the trace of the bullet.

So the gangsters who usually seem to be very close to Norton were afraid of the courage of the young man who dared to make trouble without any scruples, while secretly snickering in private that this young thug who had robbed them of many businesses offended some big boss soon. dying.

"Hey, mouse!" Norton stood in front of a cigarette shop, pointing a bloody finger at a man with slender eyebrows and eyes inside.

His tone was cold, every word he uttered seemed to be covered in mud and blood, his teeth were mottled with blood, he looked like a devil who had escaped from hell.

The thin and shriveled man hid behind the container, stammering: "Yes, yes, what's the matter?"

The boy who had lost too much blood felt dizzy for a while, but his eyes were still burning with flames that people dare not look at directly. If he had to describe it, he was a raging male wolf who had been deprived of his spouse.

"I know you have a way to do it." He spoke with a bloody smell, "I want an invitation letter for the Duval family's funeral."

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Everyone, remember to dress more when it’s cold——From a stupid author with a splitting headache