Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Yao stood a little awkwardly on the frosty lawn.

The hem of his overlong robe was soaked in the cold dew when it rubbed against the grass blades, and when he walked, the wet cloth stuck to his round calf, freezing a pitiful crimson, and endless thin Itching.

The poor priest didn't have so many warm clothes, and the loose black robe hung empty on his slender body, and the cold wind that rustled the plane trees made the rough cloth outline a soft curve, so the guests present found that such a thin Baba's Asian priest actually gave birth to such a round and straight buttocks. With a waist so thin that one arm can wrap it around completely, there is a silent temptation in the gloomy light.

Ruan Yao lowered her eyes and looked at the two rectangular earthen pits that had already been dug on the lawn. The two black coffins parked quietly inside. The dense yellow and white flowers almost covered the entire cemetery, and a woman in a black formal suit could not support them. The child at the waist kept crying softly.

This is the second time he has presided over the Duval family's funeral.

This family that came out of blood and fire didn't pay as much attention to the treatment after death as ordinary nobles.Otherwise, a young and excessive priest like Ruan Yao is obviously not qualified to stand in front of the cross and recite the eulogy.

Ruan Yao felt that the suspicious eyes of the people around him were too fierce, and he couldn't help but a frightened crimson color appeared on his face.But he could only lower his head to avoid the eyes of those people, trying to hypnotize himself like an ostrich.

As long as he can't see it, the eyes of those people don't exist.

The system rambled: "Anyway, we just need to finish the final plot now. Find a way to expose yourself in front of Edward, and then die under Ryan's hands. Come on, you can do it!"

"Of course I know! But now she is crying so much." Ruan Yao's voice trembled.

Ruan Yao tremblingly tried to appease the family of the deceased who was crying and trembling. The woman's golden curly hair was wet with tears and stuck to her paper-white cheeks in embarrassment. Her sea-blue eyes looked innocently and sadly at the young priest. s eyes.

After all, Ruan Yao is a male plant, and he always has a natural desire to protect women. If a woman pulls his clothes like this, he dare not act rashly.

Richard's young wife, Connie, a frail rich merchant's daughter, is now weeping like a rain-wet rose at the sudden death of her husband.

Her delicate appearance was only ten centimeters away from the bewildered Asian priest, and Ruan Yao would even touch her plump lips with lipstick if she was any closer.

Cold sweat broke out on the white forehead of the Asian priest, a blushing blush appeared on his cheeks, and his voice was green and stiff: "Mrs. Eternal life in the embrace."

The woman seemed to be emotionally unstable, and her chest would rise and fall violently when she cried, as if she was about to breathe too fast at any time.

Ruan Yao didn't comfort the woman, and stammered in the same way she took care of Edward: "Tears will make your beauty lose its luster."

After he finished speaking, he regretted it, as if scolding someone for turning ugly when he cried.

Connie didn't realize anything else, she just took a deep look at the young and beautiful priest, lowered her head and wiped her tears with a silk handkerchief silently.

She rubbed very hard, and there were a few sharp red marks under her pale and swollen eyes.

Then she laughed, and the tails of her eyes fluttered, and it was only then that Ruan Yao noticed that she had a very faint smell of mint smoke when she spoke: "You are a good person, Father, if you want , no one will not fall for you."

Ruan Yao, who appeared to be a priest but was actually a liar, had a hypocritical smile on her face: "My wife is overrated. I have dedicated my whole body and mind to the Lord since I was a child. Worldly desires are a burden to me."

Mrs. Duval smiled, unable to see any other emotion in those beautiful blue eyes: "Really? That's such a pity."

She wanted to say something more, but Edward, who had finally dealt with all the guests who came to express condolences, rushed over in a hurry.

"What are you guys talking about?" Edward, dressed in a black suit, hurried over and took Ruan Yao's arm firmly.Ruan Yao was used to the young master's intimacy anytime and anywhere, but she was already used to it, so she didn't notice the flashing warning to the woman in those emerald eyes.

On the contrary, Connie showed a look similar to understanding, and there was even a little undetectable jealousy in it.

"Some people kill their relatives unscrupulously, and they have to pay the price." The woman maintained a flawless smile, her eyes swam from Edward to the little priest's confused face, "I heard that Christ hates homosexuals the most, right?"

Ruan Yao suddenly trembled, he raised his eyes to look at Edward, and found that his expression was as usual, very sad and beautiful, those dazzling brilliance settled deep in the pupils of his eyes, as if he was mourning his brother who died tragically them.

Although he didn't know why Connie asked such a question, the ignorant priest still showed a polite smile: "Yes."

He felt a pain in his arm, and then Edward's soft voice rang in his ears: "I'm sorry."

Ruan Yao thought that she might have shot Edward, but isn't this the effect that vicious cannon fodder should have? The love that is against the whole world is what everyone wants to see the most!

He did psychological counseling for himself, and when it was over, the young master stayed with him to enjoy the dinner after the funeral with the excuse of thanking him for his help.

It's a good thing to eat and drink, how could the little liar refuse.

The priest, who hadn't eaten anything good since boarding the poor priest's ship, pretended to decline, rubbed his hands with red eyes, and waited for a Western-style meal.

Edward is indeed a very thoughtful and meticulous person. He can take care of every guest's mood, so that everyone can't help letting go of their cruel prejudice against him under the attack of sugar-coated bullets.

A guy who looks so easy to bully, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible for him to be the murderer who killed his two brothers!

"I heard that these two brothers from the Duval family offended the government in London this time, and they sent the top killer 'Mad Dog' to carry out the assassination plan."

"'Mad Dog' is a lunatic when he does things. The people over there probably didn't expect him to use such a high-profile killing method. It's unlucky not to kill him in the last siege."

"I heard that the boss...has been cut off." The gathering of the men was nothing more than bloody and obscene stories.

Ruan Yao dawdled to the corner of the table to steal a cupcake, but accidentally heard the name "Mad Dog".

Isn't this the code name of the protagonist Gong?

The most notorious killer in the world, cruel and often uncontrollable, the employer asked him to cut a person's throat, he may cut off the other person's eggs first, and then stab his throat before the other person dies painfully.

Like a mad dog on a leash.

"Damn it, I don't believe there is anyone in this world who can put a muzzle on this dog!" From time to time, employers who get caught in a mess jump and scold.

But they couldn't find a better substitute, because he climbed to the top of the killer list not by his so-called madness, but by his [-]% astonishing success rate.

Did Ryan really kill Edward's brother?Ruan Yao's fingers pinching the cupcakes were all tangled together. This is revenge for killing a brother. If Edward finds out, won't he go crazy?

"Hey, falling in love and killing each other can increase the sexual tension of the plot. Everyone loves to watch it." Brother Tongzi, who has seen the big world, looks calm.

Ruan Yao was a little bit brainwashed by the system's "everyone loves to watch", as long as the system throws out this sentence, the host will feel dizzy and think it is right.

"Master Edward issued an arrest warrant for the mad dog yesterday, and now all the roads out of the island are blocked, this time the mad dog may really be killed." Several men gloated and laughed.

Ruan Yao was stunned as she listened to it, thinking that even if you fell in love and killed each other, you two young lovers would have played too much.

"Hey, isn't this our dear priest?" The man's oily and contrived tone got into Ruan Yao's eardrums unexpectedly, and the priest who was still eavesdropping thought he was caught on the spot and blushed on the spot.

He raised his eyes in a little panic, like a docile and beautiful deer, the glass-like eyeballs under the thick eyelashes were shining bright and fragile.On the porcelain white cheeks was a rose-like crimson color, as if a poke would overflow with sweet and gorgeous juice.

He is so good looking.

Everyone's eyes revealed such a message.

Exquisite and perfect outline and delicate and gorgeous facial features, this is a beauty that can be appreciated by both the East and the West. Even for Westerners, such an old-fashioned appearance can easily remind them of those in the East who wear silk and satin and hide in the deep The beauty in the courtyard is more tender and fragile than a flower bud.

Their beauty can generally only appear in ancient paintings and sculptures that travel across the ocean, and only the richest people have the opportunity to collect these amazing looks at the auction house.

And now, they are watching such a living exotic beauty popping out of the yellowed silk for free.

His complexion is even more beautiful than in the painting, but his aura is as immature as a wild deer that strays into a human settlement by mistake, making people wonder if he was disturbed by being too rude.

The man who spoke first drank the last sip of red wine in the wine glass. The scorching alcohol gradually burned his nerves and his eyes.

He has been looking at this thin waist that seems to be broken at any time for a long time.

Ruan Yao was much more dexterous than this kind of tall and burly guy, and avoided his intimate hand as soon as he turned around.

The priest's dignified and beautiful face was immediately covered with a layer of frost. He licked his water-red lips, but ignored the remaining cream when he was still licking the cupcake.

This made his disguise very unconvincing, and would only arouse even more shameless Gu Qiang in the man's stomach.

The small rose-like mouth stained with white cream opened and closed, but the man couldn't hear what he was saying.Everyone looked at him with an air of watching the show, and even thought in their hearts, if this little priest is really so easy to bully, then it proves that they can also...

"Can you let me go, gentlemen, you are blocking me." A slightly indifferent but still moving voice suddenly sounded behind the men, as if out of thin air poured a basin on these men whose brains were burned by alcohol and beauty cold water.

They calmed down and looked at each other.

Someone smiled dryly and said, "Hey, Connie, why did you come to say hello to us?"

A pitiful smile appeared on the woman's cold face: "I'm afraid that if I don't come again, our poor little priest will be eaten."

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"Father, I don't think you are suitable for this place." The woman leaned lazily on the balcony, her long golden curly hair was lifted by the night wind, and a faint smoke diffused in the air.

A slender women's cigarette was tucked between her fingers.

Ruan Yao had an impression of this cigarette. At the beginning, Norton held the cigarette and fed the cold smoke into his mouth bit by bit.

It was a strange feeling, and he felt dizzy, as if caught in a peppermint net.

Even the reaction has become sluggish.

"Why, why?" The dazed little priest looked at the woman innocently and lovingly, his eyelashes trembling.

Connie lowered her head, and for a moment she wanted to kiss those eyes that were always icy cold.

The woman lowered her head and took another puff of the cigarette, this time the smoke was sprayed on Ruan Yao's face.

Only at this time did she realize that the little priest's temper was really amazing.

He just covered his face a little uncomfortable, and put it down hastily in the next second as if he was afraid that Connie would get angry.That bit of cream was still on his water-red lips, waiting for someone to kiss it off.

Connie felt a little confused by the wind, and almost forgot what she was going to do.

Edward, a damn man who was good at disguising, killed her husband, and all she had to do was to avenge him a hundredfold and make him cry and repent for the crime he had committed.

"Do you know that Edward is a monster who kills his father and brother?" The woman's tone was mixed with vague smoke, like a cold and slippery flower snake gradually wrapping around the thin white neck, then twisted tightly, suffocating.

Ruan Yao's face turned pale with horror, and he quickly glanced at Connie, as if he didn't quite understand why the woman who had just tenderly rescued him from the fire and water just now looked ferocious like the goddess of revenge, Medea.

The little priest shook his head, showing a kind of blind trust in the people around him: "It's impossible for him, he is... such a sensitive and compassionate person."

The woman laughed: "Is this how you see him?"

"The old godfather died of a heart attack." Ruan Yao tried to explain.

"Well, yes, all he needs to do is ask some unlucky guy to inject something into that tube, so that he dies less sloppily." Connie brushed the soot off her fingers casually.

Ruan Yao panicked even more.

The woman's words seemed inexplicably more believable.

What's going on here, the white lotus protagonist Shou turned into white cut black when he didn't know it?

"If the priest doesn't believe it, you can ask him in person and use this." The woman put out the cigarette butt, and when she passed by Ruan Yao, she put a thin, light blue cigarette in the priest's cold hand. potion.

"Ruan, how are you?" Finally freed from the overly enthusiastic guests this evening, Edward immediately went to find his little priest.

When I found the balcony on the second floor, I happened to see Connie coming out of the balcony.

His priest stood in the dim night, the wind messed up his soft hair, and his thin body seemed to be lost in the night at any time.

The woman raised her chin slightly, and looked at the young master arrogantly and proudly.

The author has something to say:

The next chapter is the veritaserum play that we like to hear and hear. Of course, our Yaoyao is a regular player (bushi) who prescribes the drug for himself