The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

"Don't be so nervous, I don't know how to eat people."

The saint's smile is still gentle, and the sacred light escapes from every strand of her hair, making people feel as if they are in the clouds, dazzling.

"All right."

She fastened the first button that the little nun had loosened due to her carelessness, and helped her smooth out the folds of the placket:

"Even if the work just started is very complicated, you still have to pay attention to your image in front of the goddess."

"Yes Yes!"

The nun's face was flushed, and when she thought that she had enjoyed the honor of His Royal Highness tidying her clothes, she trembled with excitement and almost fainted.

When he came back to his senses, he could only see the extremely graceful back of Her Highness the Holy Maiden.

"His Royal Highness...how gentle."

The little nun clenched her hands tightly, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Gentle, holy, and powerful, it is said that as long as you hear her voice, you can live a long life, and if you see her face, you can get happiness.

But even if he is admired by everyone, he is not superior.

An inconspicuous trainee nun like myself will patiently give guidance, and as long as it is a believer's plea, she will be answered.

Every day, at the same time, they will go to the confession room, and confess the sins of human beings to the goddess.

Such a person is simply... perfect.

The perfect saint.

Although I don't know why such a perfect saintess suddenly announced that she will step down soon, but the successor who can be chosen by her...

It will be so perfect.

"As expected of Her Majesty the Holy Maiden."

The little nun swore happily:

"This piece of clothing that you touched will never be washed again..."

……

confessional.

The saint stopped at the door.

As a saint who is responsible for guiding countless believers in the Church of Life, she spends an hour every day in this confessional room that belongs exclusively to her.

But it is said to be confession, but it is actually more meditation.

It's here to calm her down.

But this time, in front of this very familiar door, she suddenly paused.

His eyes swept across the doorknob, and then glanced around without any trace.

She finally reached out and opened the door.

Oncoming is a statue of a goddess that can be seen everywhere in the holy city, which is more refined and lifelike.

However, in this dimly lit confessional room, the smoke from nowhere floated up along the goddess' benevolent face.

The saint's expression remained unchanged, and she stepped into the confession room, closing the door behind her.

The room was even darker.

The saint clasped her hands tightly and placed them on her chest, piously repenting to the goddess.

"Goddess, please forgive my sins..."

then.

Release your hand.

turn around.

palm.

wave!

Take a sharp straight punch!

All in one go.

With the wind of the fist to disperse the smoke around him, he slammed his straight fist down, and precisely hit... the pink bear who was dozing off with an inferior cigarette in his mouth.

puff...

The pink bear's abdomen was sunken visible to the naked eye, making the sound of jelly shaking. In the severe pain of being disturbed from his dream, he opened his eyes angrily:

"Who--"

But before he could even finish a word, all his anger was vented, because he met a pair of cold eyes.

"Make my confessional like this. Do you want to be hanged on the gate of the apostate now with a rope made of sinners' hair? Pink, Red, Mr. Bear."

The corner of the saintess's mouth is completely different from the usual gentleness, and it can be said that there is a cruel smile, and she utters terrible words that should never come from the mouth of a saintess.

"Yes...it's you."

The pink bear stood up, snuffed out the cigarette, rubbed the bear's paws, and said with a flattering smile:

"Ha, if you want to ask me to get up, just kick me casually. Why are you so enthusiastic?"

"Isn't this afraid of disturbing your sweet dreams?"

"What you said is so serious. No matter how beautiful the dream is, it is not as important as seeing you."

"..."

In the smog, the saint's long and beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if she wanted to see through the man hidden in the funny leather case.

But she quickly gave up and just reached out to the pink bear.

"what?"

"Give me one."

"What?"

"I said, give me one." The saint's eyes became colder and colder.

After a brief silence, Pink Bear tremblingly handed over a cigarette.

The saint just glanced at it, and she looked disgusted:

"That's it, are you in such a mess now?"

"Ha ha……"

Pink Bear smiled awkwardly, "For some reason, this is the only one now..."

"is it?"

The saintess took a deep look at him, and suddenly, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, she struck him hard in the abdomen with a beautiful straight fist that seemed to have been practiced countless times.

Then he grabbed the pink bear's distorted bear face, put his hand into his painfully opened bear mouth, and groped back and forth.

"Wait...um...so thick...so deep...too big...I can't bear it...pull it out..."

Amid the indistinct screams of the pink bear, when the saintess took out her hand again, she was already holding an aluminum cigarette case.

"There are still good things."

The saint glanced casually, and regardless of Pink Bear's sad eyes, took out the top-quality cigar that he had spent a lot of time hiding from Professor Prang, and was reluctant to smoke until now, out of the cigarette case, skillfully Cut it, light it, and take a deep breath.

Wisps of smoke converged into smoke rings, and mischievously jumped out from between her fresh pink lips, mixed with the faint holy light radiating from her body, making it look sacred and bewitching.

"Go ahead."

The saint sat down on the chair, raised her white thighs in an indecent posture that would shatter the faith of countless believers on the spot, and asked lazily:

"looking for me?"

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"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

The saint raised her white thighs, skillfully held a cigar, and asked:

"Don't tell me that you asked me to go to His Majesty to borrow the Eye of Myriad Senses to help you find the students you accidentally lost."

"Nonsense, am I the kind of scum who only comes to my door when I have something to do?"

The pink bear rubbed its paws, laughed and said:

"Can't I just come and see you?"

"Oh? When did you become so conscientious?"

The saint lowered her eyes and glanced at the pink bear with a sneer:

"That's not what you said when you came to see me two days ago."

"Cough cough, didn't that happen two days ago? You see, the crisis is temporarily lifted. Oh no, it's only half lifted, but why don't I come to see you right away?"

Pink Bear squeezed out a flattering smile and patted his chest:

"This represents our sincerity!"

"Oh, sincerity? Is it true to be empty-handed?"

"What an empty hand!"

Pink Bear straightened his back and said loudly:

"What is more precious than my friendship!"

"Heh, more than ten years have passed, and you are still so shameless."

The saint showed a look of looking at the scum, and then lazily held her chin, sprayed the smoke ring on the pink bear's face, and said with a chuckle:

"In that case, do you see something?"

"you……"

Pink Bear suddenly fell silent. He looked at the saint in front of him who was worshiped by countless people, and said softly:

"You seem to be a little different from before."

"Different?"

The slender eyebrows like willow leaves of a saint are slightly raised, and her fingers are curling her hair casually:

"Have it?"

"Yes, yes, I almost didn't recognize you before."

The pink bear nodded vigorously, and moved his eyes along the slender fingers of the saint.

The light golden hair is spread out, filled with a faint light, and the mysterious lines flow down the skin, which is the imprint of the goddess in the mouth of countless believers. The unusual majesty on the chest also seems to confirm her equally broad mind.

Although her posture was no longer as elegant as before, she looked more like a hooligan than a saint, but she still couldn't hide her perfect appearance and holy temperament.

Can……

"I remember, your hair was not this color before."

Pink Bear's voice was suddenly low and hoarse:

"Could it be that the holy light of the Church of Life has a corrosive effect, making you..."

"Huh? Oh... You said this."

The saint picked up a bunch of light golden hair in front of her eyes:

"I dyed it."

"Dye it? Will it have side effects? Or... wait, what did you say?"

Pink Bear's face froze, and his voice suddenly raised several octaves:

"You said you dyed your hair?!!"