Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

In the middle of the night, the imperial capital fell into a dizzying luxury.

The artificial moon casts a hazy and brilliant moon veil from the mid-heaven, just like the skirt of the goddess of the night floating in the black sky, and the bizarre neon lights are connected into a string of dazzling jewelry on the skirt.

General Zhuang Ge’s mansion is setting up a magnificent banquet like flowing water at this moment. The dark red wine in the colliding wine glasses swayed gracefully, and the nobles wore masks made of rare ore and took arrogant steps from their private aircraft.

The maids in moon-white long dresses lined up and carried trays silently across the courtyard, like a long string of blue butterflies floating in the dark night, and when they flapped their wings, they would sprinkle sparkling phosphorous powder.

As the finale, the aircraft from the royal family landed steadily in front of the carved gate of Zhuang Ge's house.

Everyone held their breaths and waited for the arrival of the emperor and empress.

The buoyancy door carved with golden irises slid open silently, and the first person to get out of the aircraft was the emperor in a formal attire.Against the backdrop of his fine attire, Calvin took off his youthful childishness and frivolity, and his handsome and sharp eyebrows revealed a majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.

He stretched out his hand to meet the other person in the aircraft, and the protruding hand was soft and small, fitting perfectly in Calvin's palm.

Someone was taken aback.

That was clearly not the Queen's hand.

Aslan was a little taller than Calvin, and he was a fighter who had fought for many years on the battlefield. How could he have such delicate and delicate hands.

Pale, slender, with bud-like pink fingertips.

It seems that it will be crushed in the palm of the hand with a light pinch, and the juice of the beautiful flower will be squeezed out.

The owner of that hand still seemed a little shy. Calvin exerted a little force, and the little beauty hiding in the aircraft suddenly stumbled into the emperor's arms.

There was an eerie silence in the noisy garden.

The figure in the emperor's arms was so soft that his bones seemed to be hollow, and Calvin held him precariously. His waist was so thin that it looked like it would break if he folded it.

Although thin, it can be seen that it is the figure of a young man, but it is a little smaller than a special human being who has grown too fast like the emperor.

Everyone couldn't see his face clearly, only a handful of black soft hair overflowing from the emperor's arms.

This is not Aslan.

The nobles had different expressions on their faces hidden under the masks. Some were whispering in the back row because the emperor couldn't see him: "Your Majesty is crazy? What will the people think if you openly take your lover out?"

"I think the news officer is going to be unlucky. If he can't cover up this scandal, he will be exiled."

Some of the more courageous ones spoke directly: "He and Aslan really couldn't pretend anymore, and it was obvious from the beginning that they had no feelings at all."

Those scarlet eyes like mice were eagerly nailed to that back, as if they wanted to nail him into a sieve.

Ruan Yao was held in Calvin's arms and couldn't move. She could only struggle and gritted her teeth secretly: "Are you crazy? Is this what you said to help?"

Calvin pretended not to see the angry eyes under the mask of the little beauty, who were so angry that they were about to breathe fire, and calmly shrugged: "Please, it's very simple, just accompany me to see what bad water is hidden in the belly of these guys."

Ruan Yao knows nothing about politics and is a complete idiot.

He was supported by Calvin. He looked like a boneless dodder. Without Calvin, he could not walk independently. Blue veins appeared on Ruan Yao's forehead: "Then why didn't you let Aslan watch with you?"

Calvin let out a sneer: "In order to save you from under him, I completely turned against him. I finally got what I wanted, but I ruined it. He must be frightened now."

He lowered his head and raised Ruan Yao's pointed chin in front of everyone without hesitation. The emperor's food was so good that Ruan Yao's cheeks were raised with a little soft flesh, as if pinching a piece of freshly baked strawberry Daifu, with glutinous rice under the skin. The pale pink color of strawberries feels strangely good to the touch.

Calvin goes out of his way to be ambiguous:

"It's just right to nourish your stomach. Do you still want to find him?"

"A man who nourishes his stomach can't satisfy you, can he?"

Ruan Yao didn't understand why the topic fell on him again. This person insisted on describing him as the kind of guy who couldn't live without a man. for……"

He stammered for a long time. After all, his nature was not so unrestrained, and his earlobes were as dark as pigeon blood, so he couldn't say that kind of words.

Calvin pinched Ruan Yao's earlobe again. He seemed to be very interested in Ruan Yao's whole body. If he had nothing to do, he would find a chance to pinch those skins that were as soft as clouds.

It would be nice to have a softer place to touch.

The emperor's gaze fell meaningfully from the boy's barren chest to the tip of his perky buttocks.

Ruan Yao glared at him: "What are you looking at?"

Calvin greeted the dinner host who squeezed forward, pretending that he didn't think about those roller coaster-like twists and turns, and his warm breath sprayed on the back of Ruan Yao's sensitive neck: "Just take a look, are you so nervous?"

Ruan Yao was forcibly held by his side, impotent and furious, she raised her foot and stepped on Calvin's smooth shoe.

It stands to reason that he is small in stature, and it is nothing to Calvin to step on it with all his strength.But today, the small leather shoes that Calvin gave him had a little high heel, and they were crushed under Calvin's feet, and the taste was very sour.

Calvin is shameless, Ruan Yao thinks he is a tasker and ran away after finishing the task, of course he can be more shameless than him.

When the time comes, it's none of his business if the ashes of the crematorium are thrown away.

Since Vicious Green Tea is going to be played, it must be played in its entirety.

According to the law of cannon fodder, the more aggressive the cannon fodder in the early stage, the worse the offline mode will be in the later stage, and the readers will be happier.

Ruan Yao immediately raised the corners of her lips, leaned against Calvin's arms weakly and blinked her innocent round eyes, and said softly, "Your Majesty, who is he?"

The ending is trembling, with a thousand or eight hundred turns, and it looks like the vixen who wreaked havoc on the country and the people in the legends of the Hua Kingdom on the ancient earth tens of thousands of years ago.

Even though Calvin knew that the bad guy was playful again, he still couldn't help but feel a bit weak, he wrapped Ruan Yao's arms even harder, and stared at the dark-skinned man in front of him like a warning: "This is General Zhuang Ge, and we are also A general of the Imperial Army." That is to say, the second in command of the Imperial Army under Aslan.

The little vixen surnamed Ruan stretched out her hand and smiled coquettishly. She thought it must be the kind of villain's self-satisfied smile that was scolded by the whole people, and was deeply moved by her professionalism: "General Zhuang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The man's eyes were like a falcon, and he paused for a while on Ruan Yao's masked face before slowly smiling: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Ruan Yao was not comfortable with this kind of social situation where everyone had at least a ton of black school classics hidden in their stomachs before they could speak. After talking a few words, she wanted to run away, but Calvin grabbed the back of her neck and warned: "If I run away, I will come back again." Put you in a cage and never let it out for the rest of your life."

When Ruan Yao thought of the pain of not being able to wear clothes in the golden cage, she immediately shuddered, and nodded obediently. As soon as Calvin let go, he slipped away faster than a rabbit.

Today's dinner was set up extremely luxuriously. Ruan Yao, the local dog, is a countryman who came to the city. All the decorations and collections are styles that have never been seen before.

Because Calvin had stamped her body in full view, although many people wanted to know who this beauty who could be favored by the emperor was, they only dared to watch from a distance, for fear of offending someone.

Ruan Yao stopped in front of a diamond.

A light blue diamond the size of a dove's egg lay quietly on a red velvet base, silently exuding brilliant radiance.

Ruan Yao inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, perhaps because the light reflected by the diamond was too bright, which stimulated him to have a faint urge to cry.

I really want to reach out and touch it.

Ruan Yao's fingertips touched the cold bulletproof protective cover.

He came back to his senses from the coolness, and suddenly withdrew his fingertips as if frightened.

"This is 'Clottor's Tears'." The man's elegant voice was not at all obtrusive in the melodious orchestral music behind him, as if it was placed in the notes to complete a tear-jerking mournful opera, "In the mythology of the ancient earth, Clotho is one of the three Fates, holding the future."

Ruan Yao's brain seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and she clutched her forehead in despair, but was blocked by a golden mask.

He wanted to say, stop, stop talking.

"It is said that this is something handed down from a mafia family on the ancient earth, and there is also the blood of the last leader of that family on it."

"Blood..." Ruan Yao's eyes were a little confused, and the long eyelashes behind the mask trembled in panic.There were bursts of humming in my head.

The deep male voice continued to tell a story: "It is said that the leader fell in love with a beauty from the ancient East and was willing to sacrifice his life for him. The leader's blood was splashed on the tears of the goddess of fate, and he gained the power to change the future." opportunity. He attaches his soul to a painting, and follows his lost love forever."

"Anyone who sees that painting will be cursed by the spirit of the chief to become a mad dog who loses his mind and spends his life searching for his mysterious lover."

The blood in Ruan Yao's whole body seemed to be flowing backwards, and her fingertips were as cold as snow.

He faintly felt that the story was a bit familiar, as if it had a great connection with him, but he couldn't think of more connection points.He tried to call the system, but it disappeared.

It's so quiet.

The man next to him continued to tell the strange urban legend that has lasted for centuries in his aria-like pompous tone:

"It's a pity that the painting disappeared not long after. I heard that the last time it appeared was bought by the director of a noble high school. It was treasured in the art room of the school and burned in an inexplicable fire. There was no frame left. Down."

"Some people say that the ghost in the painting was released and re-entered reincarnation, while others said that he finally found his lover."

The man who told the story sighed, turned his face to Ruan Yao, showing a handsome face wearing a one-eyed eyepatch, he smiled and said, "Long time no see, Yaoyao."

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