Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

If it was in the past, someone told Norton that he would save a man who robbed him and almost beat him to death to embarrass him in front of other garbage, and the hot-tempered red hair would definitely beat him to God.

But now he walks down the Duvall's deep underground corridors in a snatched suit, and opens the basement dog crate with a sullen face.

The red-haired boy looked contemptuously at the dark mass of unknown object in the cage. If it weren't for the slightly undulating body with his breathing, it would be hard not to suspect that it was just a pool of dead flesh.

Edward's method of eradicating his rival is vicious and powerful. Even if Norton is just a stray dog ​​on the black street, he has heard that the world's number one killer is about to use his blood to make bouquets for the godfather's wedding.

Of course, the gangsters on the black street didn't know the young godfather and Ryan's romantic grievances. They only heard that Edward's two elder brothers were killed by Ryan's guns, and they all felt that Edward wanted to kill him as a matter of course.

Norton stretched out his feet wearing leather shoes and rubbed them maliciously on the seemingly helpless black: "Hey, are you dead?"

The man in a mess, with dried dark brown blood splattered on the corner of his clothes, calmly twitched his fingers.

"I thought you were so powerful." The boy with a piece of gauze on his forehead showed a look of disgust. If he had known earlier, he would not have come to save people. It is better to rely on Edward himself than to rely on this bloody waste to help him save the priest. Suddenly influenced by the Virgin Mary, she decided to let Ruan Yao survive.

In vain.

Norton lifted his foot and threw the key aside.

"How could Ruan Yao like a waste like you." Norton muttered disdainfully, and retreated discouragedly, preparing to think of a way to rescue Ruan Yao again.

The moment he was about to close the iron cage again, the dark figure on the ground finally moved.

A gust of cool wind blew across his neck, and a small goosebump instantly arose on his overly pale skin.

This is an airtight basement, where does the wind come from?

The red-haired boy was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils dilated involuntarily.

A hand grabbed Norton's neck tightly, with such force that the veins on the back of his hand burst out. The man grinned his white teeth, blood splattered on his face, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Norton turned pale, trembling with anger at his incompetence.

"I wanted to kill you."

There was a mocking arc on the man's lips, and a metallic light shone coldly in his iron-gray pupils: "There is still something for you."

He casually threw the nearly 150-pound Caucasian boy aside as if he was throwing garbage, and his heavy military boots stepped on the boy's limbs that were constantly twitching due to lack of oxygen.

"Follow up."

……

Have you ever been forced to sign a marriage consent form with a gun to your back?

Anyway, the unlucky Ruan Yao has experienced it.

He also wanted to say that you should kill me directly, but seeing Edward's gloomy smiling face, the little Asian, who is not as courageous as an ant, could only honestly sign a crooked name on the page.

Ruan Yao's handwriting is as ugly and weird as many students with poor grades, but a bunch of foreigners studied the handwriting for a long time and praised his wife as a born artist.

Ruan Yao now only felt that she was about to lose her breath from being strangled.

There was a shameful blush on the snow-white cheeks, and the belt embroidered with complicated lace patterns ruthlessly hooped the already thin waist to an extremely slender level that could only accommodate the palm width of an adult man, even the barren The chest was pulled down vigorously by the maid and forced to pile up a ball of soft white breast milk.

A tear welled up in the corner of Ruan Yao's eyes, and was soon kissed away by Edward standing behind him.

"Don't cry, your makeup is going to take off." Edward was wearing a white suit today, and the cheerful and enthusiastic music unique to the island was already playing on the lawn downstairs, as well as the sounds of children playing together, like White doves fluttered into the light-filled dressing room.

Ruan Yao's white gauze skirts are piled up under her feet, as if surrounded by a soft cloud in the center, and the flower branches nailed with silver beads spread out from the cloud, and the slender branches wrap around the thin and ethereal skeleton of a bird.

Morbid, extreme beauty.

Like an alien bride from the Middle Ages.

The deadly temptation from the distant and mysterious ancient East is lighter and smoother than those expensive silks that have crossed the ocean, and it will flow through the fingers when held in the hand.

The light reflected from the lens caught Ruan Yao's eyes unexpectedly, he shook his long eyelashes, and turned his face away indifferently.

Edward bent down and kissed Ruan Yao's cheek in a good temper, as if he was really an affectionate and gentle groom coaxing his tantrum little wife: "He just came to take some shots, why don't you keep it as a souvenir in the future?"

Ruan Yao wiped the area touched by him, calmly thinking about the probability of Edward being poisoned by chemical substances.

"I hope the bride can take a look at the camera." The overly young photographer suddenly spoke, and his extra-tense voice was considered to be the panic that he had never seen in the world when he was the godfather of the mafia family on the opposite side.

Ruan Yao moved her ears, and felt that the voice was very familiar.

It happened that Edward also put his finger on the shoulder of the bride Guangguo to coax him to look at the camera: "Smile, you don't know how beautiful you are today."

Such words are more lethal to a real Huaichun girl or boy, but unfortunately Ruan Yao is a piece of wood in the physical sense, and she only feels that ten catties of chili oil has been poured into her ears.

Unfortunately, the discomfort could not be shown, and when she was forced to look at the camera, a crack finally appeared on the bride's indifferent mask.

A peaked cap firmly pressed the messy and fluffy red hair on the forehead, and the deep eyes that always looked fierce looked at the beauty embraced by the godfather through the drooping hair.

Ruan Yao caught off guard and met the old acquaintance's eyes, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He didn't know why Norton appeared here, in order to prevent himself from being sentimental, he still didn't dare to imagine that the teenager took the risk to sneak into the godfather's wedding to save him.

But Norton hid half of his face behind the camera, blinking quickly at Ruan Yao under the shadow of the peaked cap.

Ruan Yao was dumbfounded, he stared at the young and handsome photographer for too long, maybe ten seconds, or 20 seconds, anyway enough to make the careful Godfather jealous.

He pinched Ruan Yao's sharp chin like a doll and forced him to turn back in front of him: "What are you looking at, dear?"

Ruan Yao shook her eyelashes and pushed his hand resistingly: "Don't call me that."

Especially in front of acquaintances.

An embarrassing redness appeared on his face, from his snow-white cheeks to his ice-white earlobes.Every inch of Ruan Yao's skin and flesh was delicate, Edward was reluctant to pierc his ears, the empty earlobes were more coveted than rubies after being congested.

There are too many people in the dressing room, Edward knows that the little Asian wants to save face, and he doesn't want to be seen by so many people. It just so happens that he also thinks that Ruan Yao's most attractive appearance can only be seen by himself, and he just twitched his wife with his fingers. Hot earlobes.

"Cough cough" The photographer, who couldn't read his expression at all, held up his camera and coughed twice, dragging the two of them out of the atmosphere full of pink bubbles. The brim of the peaked cap was lowered, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a shadow or a young man. Really black.

Edward raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and before the godfather lost his temper, the photographer quickly said, "I suggest that you and your wife take a picture together."

After he said that, Edward relaxed his expression, and his palm fell on Ruan Yao's shoulder along the back of his slender neck. Ruan Yao wondered if there was a magnet attached to his body, otherwise Edward would never leave him for a moment.

When facing the camera, Norton winked at him again.

The camera flashed a group photo of a pair of newlyweds with stiff smiles.

"Be confident, he is here to save you." The voice of the system suddenly sounded in his head.

Ruan Yao hesitantly grabbed her fingers: "But why did he do that?"

The system voice was even colder, without any ups and downs: "You look good, I like you."

Brother Tongzi has become quieter since he upgraded, and his speech has become more concise and indifferent. It makes people feel safe for no reason, but sometimes he still has a strange ambiguity that makes people miss the idiot character before, even if the task is a mess. It doesn't matter, the two idiots stick together to replenish energy.

Occasionally, Ruan Yao felt a sense of loss that she was left behind, so she thought carefully about whether all the systems would have a big personality change after the upgrade, or if there was a virus in the installation package during the simple upgrade.

It seems that after this mission, it is necessary to consult the seniors.

Ruan Yao felt very self-aware, thinking that a teenager who only spent one night together would not risk his life for him, but Norton's presence here now really made it hard not to think too much.

Someone ran past and looked at the godfather and his wife with hesitation. The godfather had a clear look, and finally he was willing to let go of the hand holding Ruan Yao's shoulder and his subordinates to go outside to the corridor.

There are too many people watching Ruan Yao here, even if Edward is not there, Ruan Yao dare not talk to Norton easily.

Instead, the red-haired gangster leaned close to his wife's ear as the photographer: "Ruan, don't be afraid, I will save you."

Ruan Yao opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. An inexplicable suffocation oppressed his breastbone and hurt his beating heart.

What did he want to say about the main character Gong?

"That person ran away." The man who had been smiling all day today suddenly darkened when he heard the news.

He squinted his emerald eyes and looked at the lively lawn: "As long as he dares to show up, I will definitely kill him."

When Edward led her to the lawn, there was a moment of silence in the lively wedding.

Everyone stared speechlessly at the Asian bride under the pure white veil.

The beautiful ones are like the expensive and exquisite Huaguo dolls on the window, the body is made of ceramics, the facial features have been meticulously traced with fine brushwork, and the light amber pupils seem to hold a pool of sparkling water under the extraordinarily bright sunlight. Confused and flustered, it makes people feel pity for no reason.

Compared to the bride, she looked more like an innocent little animal captured by Edward.

In a way, it is.

The complicated, thick and layered gauze skirt was blown up by the wind, and the flower girl trotted up to hand Edward the box containing the ring.

The clear tears of the Goddess of Fate were imprisoned on the ring, and they shone coldly under the sun.

Beautiful but unknown.

Whenever Edward thinks back to this day in the future, he can't help but wonder if he believed too much in his own ability. He killed his father, his brother, and everyone who stood in his way, and then forcibly kept his lover behind.

Everything was done so logically. Naturally, he seemed to have stood on a high place for too long, always thinking that there was no price to pay for making a deal with the goddess of fate.

When the gunshot rang out, the ring didn't even touch Ruan Yao's finger.

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§Prisoned Goldfinch§