The Riddler Get Out of Terra

Nian comforted himself with a guilty conscience - the long years have brought vivid insights, and the vitality Kong Ming sent to her was very precious. Nian Beast knew full well that the things that dignitaries and even some gods coveted, Kong Ming continued to deliver to her as soon as he glanced at them. She took such a precious thing and lied to others. The incarnation of the ancient god who didn't want to owe anyone a favor couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

But she has her responsibilities. A ruthless person like Kong Ming, who usually doesn't cause trouble but kills people when he does, is really dangerous. He doesn't know how many big things he will cause when he returns to Kazdare. Even if he doesn't want to, the Yanguo people will go up by themselves. He couldn't find a way to jump around, touch the bottom line of his defection to the forces, or stimulate their ambitions, and then use the topic to lead the Northern Expedition...

Who can stop this?

Just the evil-minded Kong Ming's intrigues can make Longmen tremble three times. How about playing Wei Yanwu until he is physically and mentally exhausted, and making him spend a long time weaving conspiracies without respecting martial ethics?

Nian has a very open mind about individuals and the whole, and is well aware of his own responsibilities.

If Quan Feng hadn't been severely injured and her strength had plummeted, she would have repeatedly attacked Kong Ming, sabotaging the conspiracy, interrupting Luo Zhi, shattering the plan, blowing up his mentality, and finally using Quan Ming with all her strength. One hit will kill, nipping the danger in the bud.

I never expected that Kong Ming would be so fierce. The civil servants took the secret treasure - the big black chicken claw - and killed the goddess of fire who had been involved in the war between the gods and guarded the Great Yan for many years.

You are no longer a civilian!

Looking at Kong Ming sleeping peacefully in the night, Nian moved his fingers desperately with a complicated expression. After knowing the state of his palms, he moved other parts of his body.

Calculate how long it will take before the energy accumulated in the core can be used to crush and repair the body and run out. At that time, the people of Longmen may directly or indirectly understand Kong Ming's conspiracy.

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Even brightly lit cities also have dark and secret alleys, which are the natural companions of the lurking fugitive.

The fierce breathing proved the exhaustion of the escaper, but even in such a tiring process, the slim woman still carefully maintained stealthy and silent maneuvers.

She wears a nun's uniform that looks wide but is actually relatively tight - the cuffs and skirt corners are made of wide, strong and heavy fabric, allowing her to open and close her attacks easily without exposing her body. The lines and other positions are designed to be relatively close to the body. Inside the large nun, she wears quite tempting garters on her legs.

The woman who moves in the dark is undoubtedly experienced. Even if she wears black stockings and high heels that hinder her movement, she can still move very fast without making any noise, and is extremely cautious to avoid attracting the attention of people around her.

Although it wouldn't matter even if she was discovered, she could use "the priest has a mission" to get through.

Finally, this graceful lady walked to the edge of the city. A large amount of building materials stood in front of her. Even if they were piled up neatly, they looked like craggy hands in the deep night, unwilling to open up to the sky, trying to Seize your only chance to be free.

Lapland stopped. She elegantly straightened out the nun's clothes that were a little messy due to the violent movements. She carefully smoothed the wrinkles on the clothes. It was obviously a common action, which made the white wolf of Syracuse with a thin waist and round hips Once you make it, the temptation of desire will come uninvited.

But even the most passionate Ruper would not have any disrespectful thoughts towards her - in Yharnan, the priest is supreme, and as the candidate of Macaron's mistress as famous as Lal, Sister Laplande's beauty Won’t attract any malicious looks.

There is no extra thought except fear of obedience.

But Lapland is deeply disgusted by her current quiet and elegant appearance - this means that she is being artificially tamed by Macaron, and every move of the other personality in her body is beginning to affect Lapland as the subject!

Chapter 44 Detachment

Lapland is a world away from his former self.

The White Wolf of Syracuse was once a cold-blooded and cruel killer. Her unparalleled spiritual origin stone skills gave her dominant lethality against most enemies, giving her an advantage in single combat.

Now she is an elegant and beautiful nun, pampered in Yanan. If you count the Joker, Bane, and Harley Quinn who are currently ravaging Sicily, the gentle and generous Lapland who represents the will of Father Macaron is also the same in Sicily. A big shot in Jiuding.

She used to be thin and lean, wearing clothes common in Syracuse, with countless little surprises in the mezzanine. Each of them was matched with the abilities that White Wolf had trained since childhood, and she was full of ferocity, and she could inadvertently take the lives of others.

Long-term training has left Lapland with a shockingly low body fat rate. The muscles in his abdomen are protective and warm, the fat in his chest is used to feed children, and the unnecessary fat on his face... these things that have no effect on the killer's progress have long been He disappeared without a trace in the endless training and fighting that seemed to last forever.

After all, no matter how many uses fats are given, as a killer, the White Wolf, who doesn't even know when his own life will end, has no benefit in having them...

But after being captured by Macaron and about to be replaced by a nun to receive maid training and physical training, Miss Lapland's body has betrayed her.

Macaron felt that the scary belly with only muscles and low fat was not comfortable at all, so the nun ate a lot of desserts that were considered poisonous by Laplander in the past, and reduced the amount of exercise to gain fat, until the lower abdomen could only have a faint appearance. Approximately six muscles are displayed, which are specially trained and more like other people's favorite muscles than protection.

The priest occasionally jokingly said that Lapland was so possessed that his breasts must be full of muscles, so the nun went to Lal and their instructors to discuss whether to drink papaya milk, which was useless at all, and to do scientific research or According to folk experience, chest massage has no benefits at all, and finally a fullness recovery plan is carried out together with abdominal fat gain...

Even the bastard Macaron said she was "a bit hard on the bones when I sit there, lol." She was so sad all afternoon that she didn't recover until the priest coaxed her for a few minutes. What bad intentions could the nun have?

She will only ruin all Lapland's efforts!

The former White Wolf of Syracuse: His body was so thin that when he exerted force, his muscles tensed up and his blood vessels were visibly flowing. His skills were extraordinary, his Origin Stone skills were strangely powerful, and his killer instinct was uniquely dominant among Syracuse killers.

The current Sister White Wolf: has a slim waist and round hips, just the right amount of flesh, is soft and gentle when held, has beautiful curves that don’t look like a killer at first glance, and has a front armor that is two cups too big, covering her body tightly and still tempting all living beings. It is an obedient and docile soul.

Laplander: convex

Macarons ruined her!

Miss White Wolf was lurking in the dark alley. She was deeply disgusted by her original elegant appearance, but she had formed perfect muscle memory due to the nun's maid education that had penetrated into her bones in just a few months. She consciously or unconsciously took advantage of the situation. The known darkness moved its shoes.

High heels are not suitable for long-distance running. In other words, they have evolved from riding boots and have long since lost their function.

Black stilettos are no longer suitable for running and fighting!

The purpose of the nun's wearing it was to show off her good body type and her beautiful long legs that started to gain weight due to fattening training. She didn't look like she was back in combat order.

The result was that Lapland repeatedly adjusted and adapted to the body that betrayed her while running. She had to stop several times, seductively turning her head and raising her legs in a dark corner where no one was aware, turning around and using her delicate and soft body. Her little finger probed back and forth on her heel.

Because of the stretching action like turning around to lift the handle, her body curves were exposed. The black nun uniform could not cover Miss White Wolf's beautiful and juicy body curves at all.

Damn it!She recalled the daily routine of giving benefits to that bastard who deserved to be cut into pieces with disgusting obedience in that damn prayer hall!

Lapland held back the uncontrollable haze in his heart and repeatedly bent his knees and moved his legs and feet to prepare for the journey that would only be longer.

Strange... Even though my body fat rate has increased so much, why do I feel so powerful when I move around?

Lapland was puzzled, but he suddenly thought of the red potion that the nun was fed every day, and a cloud suddenly formed in his heart:

Her Originium infection had already been suppressed with the first injection, and survival was no longer a painful tug-of-war. In the past, she had to drink strong alcohol in advance to numb her overly sensitive mind before even going to bed, but the nun was able to calm down. She fell into a deep sleep next to Macaron.

Lapland added another touch to the despicable evil of Macaron: God knows what settings he added to the nun. Every day, this vase must be stripped naked and fall asleep in the arms of the priest!

hateful!

Thinking back to the days of humiliation, Lapland gritted her teeth. Her plump cheeks were full of ferocious fury and unconscious fear as her pampered life returned. She no longer waited, and walked without any hesitation towards the edge of Yanan, which was almost the same as a city. go.

She seems to be obedient these days, but in fact she has learned a lot of secrets. It is indeed the Wolf Knight's patrol time, but not at this location.

However, will things really go as she imagined?

"Where are you going, my lovely nun?"

A male voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Lapland felt a chill in her back. The humiliation and unwillingness to admit the fear of facing the owner of the voice caused a layer of goosebumps on her arms.

She turned around step by step, her face expressionless, but there seemed to be a huge stone in her heart, so heavy that her whole body stiffened.

The macaron is sitting on a tall building material.

With his long white hair, cold eyes, and aloof and cruel aura, he is like the male evolution of Lapland, murderous and elegant. Even if he does nothing, this man still has the feeling of being invincible and lawless. Strong flavor.

"Ah...ah..."

Lapland's world collapsed.

She seemed to have returned to that crazy time, but originally what she saw was bright red flesh and blood squeezed by black ore, the pale celestial bodies were vicious eyes, the world was impoverished and full of vitality, and there was only light in front of her, and light rose from nothingness. , it lights the way for those who are willing, and it lights the way for those who are unwilling. It is brilliant and cold and ruthless, just because light is unkind, and kindness only exists in the mirror.

A crisp sound of applause.

At the end of her despair, Miss Lapland broke away from that essential perspective and returned to the cold real world again.

Lapland, whose eyes were stabbed by the light, fell to his knees weakly, exhaling and inhaling frantically to eliminate the panic from the inside out.

She thought she was quite calm, and her career as a killer confirmed her self-confidence, but now she was completely destroyed by the macarons.

"Where are you going?"

The priest didn't understand the well-behaved and obedient nun. He just looked at the moonlight and stardust motionless like he did every night, looking for things that ordinary people couldn't see, as if he didn't care about everything on the earth.

But Lapland's shrieking instinct told her that the priest was watching her.

Chapter 45 Parasitic

"You're afraid of me, you're afraid of me, you're trying to run away from me."

The pure white moonlight was as cold as snow, and the two moons spread out in the sky were like the pupils of an alien god looking at the planet, glowing with unreasonable cruelty.

The faces of Macaron and Lapland were painted with brilliance, but because of those cold and ruthless eyes, there was no trace of mercy.

However, no matter how dark his expression was, he couldn't compare to Macaron's overly real words like a knife at this moment, which nakedly tore open Lapland's psychological defense line that was on the verge of reaching its limit after being imprisoned.

"But you also envy my strength, are in awe of my power, and are fanatical about my power."

"You know from a few months of intelligence that the originally arrogant Sicily was turned upside down by a few young people who ran away from Yanan. You glimpsed the incomprehensible power from the earth-shaking changes in Yanan in just a few months.

Alberto Saluzzo, whom you are deeply afraid of in your heart, is in trouble just because of a few men and women you originally looked down upon. Facing the new challengers, Sicily is as fragile as a clod in front of a natural disaster - vulnerable and pretentious. , there is no cruel and ruthless aura in your impression. "

"I will rebuild Sicily after the chaos, just like I rebuilt Yanan. From the moment Geramud entered Sicily, Sicily has been in my hands. You knew the facts early, why did you escape from Yanan? Get out of my side?"

Macaron stared at it with a knife-like gaze

Lapland, obviously just illusory and radiant, has carved an indescribable trembling and stinging pain on Lapland's flesh and blood:

This is the phantom touch caused by the crazy beating and screaming of the string in the mind of a weak person with keen intuition facing an unreasonable strong person.

If you are not an opponent, run away.Can't fight, can't escape, can't resist, no reason, no chance, no way...

The combat effectiveness that the White Wolf of Syracuse could easily conceive of before the war clearly gave rise to an unacceptable and desperate end.

The Macaron was more terrifying than the creatures in her most twisted and ignorant imagination, and was a more ferocious and cruel wolf than the undefeatable monsters in every nightmare she had before entering Yharnam.

But Lapland resisted the fear that washed over him like cold water pouring over him.

"why?"

After a while, she overcame the cowardice in her heart that she thought would never overflow, and answered coldly - even though her throat was hoarse and dry due to the fear of the priest in her heart, she still forced her body to rebel against Yanan's God.

"Why do you think it is?

Macaron Brando, you are a stinking scum that smells like frog urine, and every pore in your body exudes a despicable and shameless stench.

Do you think you can control other people's lives using your Origin Stone skills? !

Do you think you can make me, Lapland, bow down with that little trick? !

Do you think you bastard can tame a living person using some disgusting psychological tricks? !

I tell you, absolutely impossible!

Who do you think I am? !

I'm not that stupid bitch who doesn't even have a brain. I was tricked out of my brain by your nonsense about macaron!

It's not like those old sticks who are impressed by your strength and come to lick their butts in front of you! "

Lapland spoke faster and faster. It was clear that facing a strong man who could not even resist and who had no choice but to kneel down according to Syracuse rules, the Syracuse killer looked ferocious and his beautiful face It was smeared with hatred and turned into an extremely ugly appearance.

Her hysterical howling, her voice spread far and wide across the border of Yharnam, and her hoarse curses were hard to hear on the edge where no one was paying attention, without the grace that a Sicilian should have.

"Stockholm, split personality induction, human taming, mind modification... What do you think I am?!

Macaron Brando, how do you deserve to live in the world with such a disgusting trick of playing with other people's hearts and manipulating other people's memories? !

No dog in Sicily is as despicable as a villain like you, the most despicable killer respects life more than you, and the sewers full of feces are nobler than your personality!

Why should I, Lapland, surrender to you? !I am always my own master!The nun is your plaything, and I will never let a bad guy like you destroy your character!

I am a free thing, not a worthless, sycophantic pet in your arms!Ruled Syracuse? !I bother!Do you deserve it? !Playing with other people's souls, destroying other people's spirits, taking pleasure in the suffering of ordinary people, and twisting the spirits of the weak for your own benefit... Do you really think I can't see it? ! "

Knowing that escaping was useless, Lapland gave up on herself and told the results of the investigation. As a nun who was "one of Father Macaron's two mistresses", she could investigate more than unknown. Therefore, she came to Yanan and soon became incomparable because of her blood source. Much more killers succumb to its effects.

Lal agreed with Macaron's explanation and obeyed Macaron's arrangement, but Lapland keenly discovered the distortion and cruelty buried deep in human nature - even if he obtained a near-immortal ability, how could he be completely All the members smelled the smell of blood and fought to please the priest?

Even if it gains power, how can every seed be willing to fall?

There is and can only be one person who can lead to such consequences - Macaron, who is ambitious and tries to return to Sicily to rule Syracuse!

He is twisting other people's wills, enslaving other people's spirits, devaluing people's self-created beliefs as worthless, and imposing his own stinky and hypocritical ideals on free will!

"..."

Macaron was stunned for a moment.

Lapland didn't dare to speak or move. She wanted to escape more than anyone else. When surrounded by fanatical and crazy believers, normal people would be overwhelmed by involuntary fear, and running away was an instinctive reaction.

But Macaron would never let her leave. After being captured, she went through a lot of hardships and repeatedly distorted her personality as a maid. She clearly understood that just as a black suit as a bodyguard, she could easily capture a man. How could Macaron, the former killer of Syracuse and the wolf king, be so helpless?

The ice-cold silence lasted until the moonlight warmed up, and no patrols came to disturb the priest and nun's nonsense - Macaron may have noticed Lapland's attempt to defect early and made all arrangements in advance.

"Interesting, really interesting."

When Lapland twisted her tail like a windmill due to restraint and pain, her trembling ears finally heard the murmur of the macaron.

She immediately looked up, only to find that in a blink of an eye, the macarons had disappeared on the piled building materials. The white wolf patrolled around nervously, wary of surprise attacks that might come from anywhere, with a tense expression on guard against what might happen next. An attack that cost his own life.

"I never thought that in the face of such close and intensive mental pollution, there are still people who can go through great pains to maintain themselves. I never thought that in the face of the temptation of a good life and high power, there are still people who are unwilling to give in and regard freedom as As a life creed.”

However, the appearance of macarons is more terrifying than any way Lapland could have imagined:

etc.

The voice did not ring from deep in the ear canal, but Lapland's own mind was asking and answering questions!

'what did you do to me? ! '