Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

"I am a man of despair, a word without echo.

Lose everything and gain everything.

Last cable, my last hope babbles and sings for you.

In this barren land of mine, you are the last rose..."

The "girl" in the white skirt sat on the black pine bench in the church with empty eyes, and the ethereal singing of the choir and the music of the organ hovered in a trance towards the high dome shining with holy light.

The blazing sunlight cast mottled and brilliant light and shadows from the stained glass windows, making Jiang Chi's white skirt, half of which was stained red with blood, seem to be burning in flames.

He tiptoed awkwardly, clutching the wrinkled hem of his skirt a little uneasily.

Jiang Chi's idea was simple. It would definitely be inappropriate for surreal forces to go to the police. After thinking about it, he could only go to the church to try it out.

Attempt to fight magic with magic.

It is reasonable to find a priest for exorcism.

In the panic just now, one of his shoes ran away, and the expensive white stockings on his legs were scratched, revealing the delicate flesh of his legs that was brighter than the moonlight.

He tried his best to calm his disordered breathing after running all the way, his flat chest rose and fell under the layers of lace.

Crow-colored hair soaked in sweat stuck to his cheeks and side of his neck.

Although he was born so thin and small, he was imprisoned in a huge gorgeous skirt that was half white and half scarlet.

Like...a bride fleeing from Satan's wedding.

Time rewinds to an hour ago.

The thick blood gushing from the broken neck made the soft cloth piled between the legs sticky and heavy.

Jiang Chi didn't react for a moment, and stared blankly at the pair of lifeless gray eyes.

The panicked shouts of others seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier. Jiang Chi watched those dead eyes slowly come to life, and blinked at him with a scarlet smile.

The still time was broken in an instant, and he slowly felt the horror of falling into an ice cellar. He opened his mouth, but found that there seemed to be a big cold hand pinching his neck, and even his vocal cords were going to be paralyzed, even if he wanted to ignore it. All the screams, but in the end they can only make pitiful groans like kittens.

On the one hand, these policemen were shocked that the colleague they lived with day and night turned out to be the murderer who had driven them into trouble recently, and on the other hand, they were shocked by the supernatural power they saw with their own eyes.

"Didn't I lose my head just now? Did someone disappear in front of me?"

"God, we must have provoked the devil..."

Jiang Chi grabbed Brett's hand, until his knuckles were as white as ceramics: "He woke up."

"What?" The man seemed unable to see Jack's rolling head, thinking that the timid boy was just frightened by the bloody scene.

Jiang Chi flusteredly blinked his eyelashes, watching the slightly distorted head stretch out its sticky, clammy tongue to lick his stockings.

Jiang Chi: "!"

That feeling is more terrifying than being licked by a snake.

The boy couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and he grabbed the man's sleeve in vain: "He's alive! That pervert! His head has woken up!"

However, in the eyes of the police, it was just a headless corpse gradually losing body temperature.

The poor little fellow, who is nothing but beautiful, must have been hallucinated from the horror.

"No." Jiang Chi's throat was dry, and he watched the fingers of the headless corpse move with teary eyes, and then sat up straight.

The corpse, which should have been completely cold by now, crawled towards Jiang Chi slowly, the blood-soaked head let out a frenzied laugh, and its blue-gray fingers grabbed Jiang Chi's skirt.

Jiang Chi raised his black eyelashes tremblingly, and the dead Jack grinned and shed two lines of scarlet blood tears.

"This little guy may need to go to the priest to exorcise the evil spirit."

Someone said so.

Yes, Father.

Don't Westerners always look for priests to exorcise demons?

Jiang Chi hurriedly pulled Officer Labrett's hand: "Go to the church, maybe we can find a way to exorcise the demon."

But the people around him didn't respond at all.

He raised his face in a daze, and suddenly looked at the police officer with a cloud of black mist on his face.

"What?" the police officer asked him cheerfully, in a tone as rich and artificial as a night-ghost.

He turned around, and the police officers around him disappeared at some point, except for a police officer, Bright, whose face was clouded with black mist, holding his wrist affectionately, and seemed to be licking the sensitive and soft pinnae of the young man with the tip of his tongue when he was speaking. .

"What did you see, Xiao Chi?"

Nightmare asked him with a smile.

cold.

Jiang Chi thought subconsciously.

He was at a loss and could only let the man's hand reach in dishonestly from the hem of the skirt, and his fingers, which were used to holding the wooden warehouse with a layer of rough wooden warehouse calluses, rubbed the smooth skin, causing tiny goose bumps.

The finger hooked off the belt tied at the back of the waist, and the whalebone girdle that restrained the young man breathlessly was loosened. The stockings that were hanging loosely on the plump thighs were pulled down to the calf by the man.

He still had that frivolous and uncomfortable tone, even when evaluating his host, he was still full of contempt: "I just said that guy is a waste."

"If I were him," he grinned maliciously, "Xiao Chi would have become my wife by now."

Jiang Chi opened his eyes wide in panic.

I will be eaten by him.

He thought inexplicably.

The man's fingertips slid from his legs to his lower abdomen, and strange heat began to rise from the place where his fingers slid, Jiang Chi tried hard to restrain the desire to slap him with his big tail: "Here, it's so thin, will it break? Woolen cloth?"

"It's a pity that Xiao Chi is a boy. It would be nice to have a baby in the belly, right?"

Well, so perverted.

Jiang Chi's lower abdominal muscles tensed, and tears were dripping on his drenched eyelashes.

"no, do not want."

He didn't want to say anything, but he couldn't say clearly with his clumsy tongue.

In the dark world he created, Jiang Chi had nowhere to escape.

"Who put this skirt on for you? The policeman?" The man's voice gradually became dangerous. "I like the way you wear skirts, but I hate that policeman."

There was a crackling sound of silver bells shaking from the vast mist, and the fingers pinching the little fox stiffened for no reason.

"who is it?"

Nightmare's face turned cold.

A gust of cool water pierced through the black mist and splashed on Night Demon's body. The sound of hymns chanted from the sky tore through the thick fog, and it seemed that there were angels surrounding the broken sky in a trance.

The little angels spread their wings, and the Night Demon snorted unwillingly and disappeared suddenly.

Jiang Chi didn't know who saved him. Excessive panic made him fall weakly to the ground, a cold but powerful hand firmly supported the boy's body behind him.

"Miss, are you okay?"

The man's voice is as clear as others, but it makes people feel cold.

Jiang Chi turned around, the man was startled, and changed his words in a second: "Sorry."

Jiang Chi looked up at the person in a daze. It was a young priest wearing a pure black priest's robe.

When the man saw Jiang Chi looking at him, he didn't bother to look back. He held the cross on his chest with one hand, and held the boy's arm with the other through Jiang Chi's sleeve.

The light eyebrows, which were the same color as the pupils, were slightly furrowed.

"You have a very strange smell."

"What, what"

The man's silver-gray pupils looked at the young man quietly for a while, then suddenly lowered his head to lean on the young man's slender neck dripping with sweat, and the tip of his high nose almost rubbed against Jiang Chi's neck.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chi stood at a loss for a while before finding his own voice, and asked nervously, "What, what's the matter?"

"You bear the evil mark of a demon on your body."

"He will come back to you, continue to strengthen his strength, and mark his territory like a dog, until you are completely transformed into his kind."

A succubus.

The priest said coolly, there was no expression on his handsome face, but he looked very reliable just standing here.

It was easy for Jiang Chi to be in awe of this kind of seemingly unpredictable person, and he always felt that he was some kind of big shot.

So he said tremblingly: "Then, what should we do then?"

The pupils of the priest's eyes like silver moons slipped from the young man's terrified and trembling charming eyelashes to the deep collarbone wrapped in sweat, and his vision was covered by the overly wide skirt.

The pupils that have been favored by God can see through the layers of fine clothes to see the faint purple lines on the boy's flat belly.

It's strange, for ordinary people, they have already lost their minds and turned into moaning beasts, but this beautiful stranger with no name is not unusual.

The youth's blue eyes looked at him innocently and confusedly.

It is the appearance of relying on people wholeheartedly.

It's so easy to trust others.

It's so easy to be deceived.

"It's simple."

The priest raised the boy's sharp chin, bent slightly, and looked at him expressionlessly. The silver cross hanging on his chest was dangling in the air, and the ruby-studded tip shone coldly and sharply. .

"Just clean it up and you're good to go."