Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

When Ruan Yao gradually regained consciousness, it was already broad daylight.

The pale sunlight that pierced through the thick clouds fell coldly on the eyelids that were so thin that black blood vessels could be seen, the long eyelashes that drooped trembled uneasily, and the eyeballs under the eyelids could clearly be seen turning in panic.

The young man seemed to have had some terrible nightmare, he tried his best to break free from the illusion, but no matter what he couldn't lift his eyelids which seemed to weigh over a thousand catties.

The sticky darkness dragged him into the abyss, and even his forehead was dripping with cold sweat because of the unknown panic.

A soft, animal-like hum quickly escaped from those plump, rose-like lips, like a kitten stretching out its sharp claws to scratch at the tip of its heart.

Ruan Yao Mingming heard someone muffled laughter in the room, and when he completely broke free from the nightmare, he found that there was no one in the room except him.

He blinked his eyes in confusion, but he still couldn't think of anything in his mind.

He wasn't even sure if he had revealed his work secrets under the influence of drugs, such as "You are actually paper people from another world", "I'm here to let you fall in love with the murderer of your father and enemy", "I'm just a low-level working fairy , If you have something to do, go to your boss, don't go to me" and other messy truths.

System: "..." So push the blame as soon as possible, right?

Seeing the empty eyes of the host who lost his dream, the system began to worry about whether the host was actually taking fake medicine and now he has become a fool due to the side effects.

He wasn't smart in the first place, but now he's even worse.

The system carefully stretched out the small metal fork and rubbed it between the host's eyebrows.Ruan Yao was taken aback and finally came back to her senses, she blinked her eyelashes, and she still had that shimmering and deceptive cleverness.

Fortunately, there is help.

He subconsciously wanted to get up from the bed with his hands on his hands, but suddenly he let out an exclamation from the soreness of his thighs and the unexpected coldness of his hands.

Only at this moment did he realize that he was no longer in the lounge yesterday, and he didn't even sleep in the bedroom.The first thing you see is an easel as tall as a person, with various paints and brushes scattered all over the place. Opposite the high platform where Ruan Yao is sleeping is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window is a sweeping rose garden. The bright flowers burned the priest's empty eyes.

A bunch of withered black vines wrapped around Ruan Yao's thighs, half-withered red roses rolled down from her thin white chest, and a large piece of dewy roses on the freshly picked petals gently submerged the boy's naked body. body of.

There was still a faintly dizzying aroma floating in the air, and the dense so thick that it almost condensed into a light pink cloud forced the priest who had finally woken up to become top-heavy again.

He felt a little nauseous.

This may be a romantic and gorgeous setting for humans, but for Ruan Yao it is more like a flower cemetery.

He didn't wear shoes. When he got up from the high platform, his knees went limp and fell to the ground covered with thick velvet. His round, red knees were buried in the long down, and his ten thin white fingers were propped up among roses all over the ground. They were all stained with a particularly timid color by the flower juice.

The little priest has no time to control these things now.

He ignored the strange bruise marks on his body, and deliberately ignored the inexplicable discomfort between his legs. He just casually grabbed the nightgown on the wooden shelf beside him, and when his fingers were entangled by hair strands, he suddenly realized that his hair , is it that long?

For a moment, Ruan Yao suspected that she had time-traveled again.

But when he pushed open the extra heavy door, everything was still the familiar scene before he fell into a coma.

In the classic medieval-style deep corridor, on the wall are the oil painting portraits of the Duval family with peaceful eyebrows.

The girl in the black and white maid skirt pushed the dining car and hurriedly ran down the corridor, just in time to run into Ruan Yao who pushed the door and came out.

"Husband...husband..." The girl with cute freckles widened her eyes in horror when she saw Ruan Yao, almost biting off her tongue, and tremblingly spat out another title, "God, priest."

The oriental beauty with long black hair hanging down to her waist was lazily leaning on the door frame in a nightgown, her sharp and straight collarbone propped up the luxurious silk in a sultry arc.

However, the beauty's face was still blank with "I don't understand what happened", and there was even a bright crimson color on her cheeks after a deep sleep.

Ruan Yao remembered the little maid's name: "Lucy, can you tell me where Edward is?"

Ruan Yao had an intuition that something extraordinary must have happened during his coma. The problem was that he had no idea what strange things he said under the influence of Veritaserum, and whether it would threaten the order of the world.

The poor low-level employees have already begun to imagine themselves being exiled to the Garbage Star to pick up rags.

Lucy's face was terribly red, and she clutched the handle of the dining car nervously, not daring to look at the priest's face at all: "Godfather, he...is in the study now."

The study... the godfather...

"Yes, during the time you were in a coma, Edward has been recognized by other adults on the island as the new godfather." The system sounded a guilty mechanical voice from the sea of ​​consciousness for no reason.

Ruan Yao was about to burst into pieces: "Can you do so many things in one night? And what's wrong with my hair?"

The system voice sounded even more unassuming: "You have been in a coma for three whole days."

It seems that I can't grow such long hair in three days!

Ruan Yao frowned, the system knew what the host was going to ask after following him for so long, and said quickly, "I want to call you too, but the effect of this medicine is beyond imagination..."

The more it spoke, the lower its voice, gradually shrinking itself into a weak and helpless metal ball under the questioning eyes of the host.

Ruan Yao also knew that it was useless to blame the system, after all, he was an idiot who led himself into the ditch.

You can only be angry with yourself.

When he aggressively pushed open the door of the study, Edward seemed to have just finished a meeting. There were a bunch of strong men in suits standing in the study with an average of [-] or more per person. The muscles seemed to tear the suits at any time, standing on the outermost edge. Yan's white-haired big brother even had a hideous scar on his face, and even an adult would be scared to cry when stared at by that one-eyed eye that was completely covered in white.

Ruan Yao caught off guard and looked at the men in blank dismay.

He didn't even wear shoes, his slender porcelain-white feet rubbed against the mahogany ground uneasily, and his pink toes were curled up tightly, making people want to hold them carefully in the palm of their hands for no reason.

This little beauty from the East seemed so fragile that there seemed to be no other way but to be coaxed carefully.

**Bosses: "..."

Edward: "..."

Ruan Yao: "...Hmm." This earth really can't stay for a second!

Brother Scar tried to show a friendly smile to Ruan Yao.

The little beauty stared at his face and was silent for a second, her beautiful amber eyes filled with panic tears.

Brother Scar turned his face away hurt.

It was Edward who was the first to break the peach-pink dead silence, and the new godfather said gently and tolerantly: "You go back first, and go to your own good deeds, Ruan, come to me."

It stands to reason that the nimble prostitutes should all disappear in the godfather's room the second the godfather spoke, but today they at least took ten times as long as usual.

When everyone left, they brushed past Ruan Yao inadvertently, and someone would rub against his already loose nightgown, and the deep purple silk fabric was crumpled to reveal his snow-like chest.

There are also more courageous people who are closer, lucky to be able to smell the overripe and bewitching aroma of Ruan Yao's body.

After more than a minute, only Ruan Yao and Edward remained among the men in the room.

The last man who was responsible for closing the door of the study could still catch a glimpse of the indistinguishable oriental beauty when he looked back. The slender body with delicate bones like a bird was easily held into the arms of the godfather, and the long black hair was winding down on the nightgown. It looks like an erotic oil painting of ancient Roman vagabonds.

As expected of the youngest godfather, he really enjoys it.

The man muttered, reluctantly closing the last gap completely.

"Why did you come here without wearing shoes?" Edward hugged Ruan Yao on his lap, with one hand hooking the cold long black hair, his tone was too natural, as if he was coaxing his disobedient naughty wife, Nor did Ruan Yao interrupt his meeting.

Ruan Yao felt that Edward's behavior was very strange. There were so many strange things that he didn't even know where to start asking.

He didn't want to sit on Edward's lap, struggled hard and fell to the ground. With a sound of "dong", there was no expensive plush carpet in the study, and a rose-purple bruise appeared on the round knee immediately.

Ruan Yao twisted her face, but she would rather just sit on the cold floor than get too close to Edward.

He felt that something was out of control, maybe Connie's instigation really worked, or the side effects of Veritaserum made him suspicious, and he felt that Edward's cowardly and deceitful skin was hiding a monster that would kill him at any time. A devouring beast.

The person who can convince a group of vicious people to be the godfather is still such a young child. Obviously, the young master Edward can't just look like Ruan Yao saw.

"My hair..." Ruan Yao raised her face and asked a less important question first.

There was a trace of helplessness on Edward's face, he took Ruan Yao's hand, such a big study room, the entrance is a set of exquisite matching small sofa, but Edward hugged Ruan Yao to the desk in front of him with all his strength.

Ruan Yao is so light and light, Edward hugging him is like holding a little canary in his hands.

"I think this suits you very well." Edward stroked Ruan Yao's cold forehead with his hand.

A soft white foot stepped on the shoulder of the man wearing a haute couture suit, and crushed it with resistance, trying to keep Edward away from him.

It was the first time Ruan Yao showed such a wary look towards him.

It's a pity that he forgot that he was wearing a nightgown, and under the nightgown, he didn't wear anything.Lifting one leg up and stepping on Edward's shoulder like this will only make this evil-hearted man easier in vain.

The eyes praised as the top emeralds looked at the face of the Asian teenager more affectionately at this moment, and even the tone of his speech was so affectionate that he could wring out water at any time: "Did I do something to make you unhappy, Ruan ?”

That's too much.

Ruan Yao thought about it, but finally pursed her lips indifferently: "I heard that you are now the godfather, congratulations."

This world now gave him a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart, and he had an intuition that something more out of control would happen if he didn't leave.

Edward still had that gentle and friendly smile, but when facing Ruan Yao, there was a little more paranoia that others could not detect: "Needless to say congratulations, Ruan, this is a matter between the two of us."

Ruan Yao raised her eyebrows in confusion.

He didn't regard himself as a community of Edward Edward. No matter how stupid a person is, he should know that with Edward's personality, he would never let Ruan Yao who was completely transparent under the truth potion.

"I thought you already knew my purpose." He propped his hands on Edward's desk, his body leaned back involuntarily, and the silk nightgown slipped off his shoulders, revealing his deep collarbone socket.

Edward looked at him even more intensely.

"I know." He held Ruan Yao's ankle with one hand, and still let Ruan Yao step on his shoulder lightly and heavily.The other hand kneads along the slender and straight calf to the top of the knee.

The fake priest with bright eyebrows frowned and hummed impatiently, as if he was reluctantly praising the godfather's massage skills.

I don't know if it's a side effect left by Veritaserum Potion, but after waking up, his whole body is sore, as if someone beat him up while he was sleeping.

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