I, Viego, conquer Terra!

That's right.

She did it on purpose.

but...

Volsini.

Celinina looked at the road, thinking deeply.

Volsini, there is one of her...

friend.

——Lapland Saluzzo.

She is also the eldest daughter of a powerful family.

do not know...

Will Lapland approve of and like Viego?



Chapter 142: Harsh Criticism!

Viego glanced at the city of Palermo receding in his side-view mirror.

“I didn’t expect it to come out so easily.”

After Viego and Cellinina came out of the hotel, they didn't meet any member of the Kurt family again. They even had time to have breakfast at a small shop on the street before leaving the city. They had a safe journey.

It was as if the Kurt family had completely given up on hunting down Cellinina.

But Cellinina knew that was impossible.

"It's just because the Kurt family is not the only one in Palermo." Cellinina said:

"The families control every aspect of Syracuse, but every Syracuse city has many families, big and small. They divide the city up. The weaker families control the streets, while the more powerful ones control the government agencies... Of course there will be friction between families."

Viego understood.

The only ones who didn't want her to return to Colombia were the Kurt family and some small families with close ties to the Kurt family, because Cellinina would bring news that was unfavorable to them.

Other families that have no conflicts of interest with Texas will naturally not wade into muddy waters and establish a powerful and prosperous opponent for themselves.

But if the Texas family hits rock bottom and finds themselves in a trap...

I'm afraid most families wouldn't mind kicking someone when they're down.

......

into the night.

Viego lit a bonfire as usual and sat around it with Cellinina.

"Viego."

"Hmm?" Viego looked up at Cellinina. "What's wrong?"

The girl seemed to enjoy calling out his name, then waiting for his response before continuing her words.

Each time she did this, the swing of the wolf's tail behind her would grow slightly larger.

——After spending more than ten days together, Viego had more or less figured out a little about Rupert...or rather, about the emotions represented by Cellinina's physical reactions.

At least he knew that when Cellinina's tail wagged vigorously, she was in a good mood.

The girl raised her eyes, and her orange-yellow eyes met Viego's.

"I just remembered the story you told me before about Kamavia and the queen in the story..."

"Why, are you jealous?" Viego raised his eyebrows and smiled frivolously. "Or did you suddenly realize that I'm an old man with an ex-wife, and your feelings for me are shattered?"

"......" Chelinina was silent for a moment.

It seems like I'm a little speechless.

"No, I just want to ask, after the destruction of Kamavia, what is the sequel of the story? The other people in the story..."

When Viego told the story of Camavia, Cellinina and he were not too familiar with each other, and they were wary of each other, so Viego's story only stopped at the moment of Camavia's destruction and did not go on.

Cellinina did not ask any further questions.

Until now.

Cellinina thought she should know more about Viego.

About Viego's past, about why he appeared in Syracuse...about what he had experienced.

Correspondingly, Cellinina will also help Viego understand himself better.

She remembered what Viego had said to her last night.

And will definitely take action.

"They're all dead." Viego knew what Cellinina meant, and he didn't mind telling her what happened afterwards:

"The power of the polluted holy spring exploded, and the entire Blessed Light Island became a deadly place, and was called Shadow Island by people in later generations."

"A brave and loyal general died in an ambitious betrayal and turned into a vengeful spirit. Her lover remained sane and tried to save her countless times over thousands of years, but failed at the last moment."

"...As for Isolde, my ex-wife, the queen, after she stabbed the sword of the king into my chest, her soul was broken and scattered all over the earth."

"As for me, I am just a traveler on this land. I just want to live well and see the scenery of various countries that I have never seen."

"..." Cellinina looked at Viego and felt relieved when she saw that there was no sadness on his face.

"The city in Syracuse where I spent the longest time was Volsinia," Cellinina said, turning to herself.

"When I was fourteen, my grandfather sent me from Columbia to Syracuse. I lived with a large family in Volsini called 'Saluzzo' that had some connections with Texas. I stayed here for three or four years."

Viego listened quietly.

"In that family, I met a friend of the same age... She is also the eldest daughter of the Saluzzo family and the future heir. She and I have received the same family culture and martial arts education..."

Staring into the fire, Cellinina recalled:

"We had a lot in common and would often compete together. She and I were similar in that we both disliked the so-called 'family culture' of Syracuse... but we both couldn't refuse the responsibilities we were born to carry."

"It sounds like the Syracuse family's education method seems to be a failure." Viego commented.

Cellinina was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Viego always seems to find some unique angles.

“At least that’s true among the Texas family and the Saluzzo family,” she said.

As the two chatted, the night gradually darkened.

As usual, Viego told a story.

But tonight he was going to tell a horror story, which came from the second chapter of a collection of dark mystery novels called ZOO, titled "Xiao Shi and Yoko", that he had read in his previous life.

When the story ended, Cellinina stood up and looked at Viego with a somewhat stiff expression.

Even the mafia lady who was used to blood and killing felt a little shocked by the otherworldly world under this unprecedented psychological terror.

"I'm going to rest," she said.

"Yeah." Viego nodded.

But the Rupert girl didn't leave.

Just stood there and looked at Viego.

Viego looked up at her, somewhat confused. "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing." She said. "Good night."

"Well, good night." Viego replied, as if he didn't notice Cellinina's hesitation.

Cellinina glanced at Viego, pursed her lips slightly, lowered her tail, and turned to walk into the tent.

Viego returned his gaze to the campfire.

The next moment, the voice of the Rupert girl came from the tent.

"Viago, do you want to come with us?"

Viego raised his eyebrows: "Why, the eldest daughter of a Texas family is so scared that she needs someone to accompany her when she goes to bed at night?"

"..." There was silence in the tent for a moment, and then Cellinina's calm voice came:

"I'll give you 100,000 a night."

Viego coughed violently twice.

Damn, that evil rich woman...

Seeing that Viego did not respond, Cellinina said again: "Two hundred thousand, I will wear black stockings for you to touch."

"!!!!" Viego was shocked, his eyes widened, his face full of anger at being insulted. "I never said I like black stockings!"

The Rupert girl calmly leaned out from the tent curtain, and the shiny black stockings she was wearing on her legs were faintly visible.

——It turned out that she went into the tent to put on her stockings.

Even Cellinina changed into a shirt and white striped suit shorts, with black stockings underneath.

The shirt and trousers are meticulously tailored, further highlighting the girl's cool and abstinent feeling. The pure white color of the shorts forms a sharp contrast with the shiny black stockings on the legs, giving people a subtle sense of temptation.

One can't help but want to destroy and conquer it, and get a glimpse of the hidden passion beneath the cold appearance of the flower on the mountain top.

"You always take a second look at my legs when you pass by a stockings store, and you saw my legs on the first day we met - I've noticed your fetish a long time ago - and besides, I'm wearing super thin stockings tonight..."

Cellinina stared at Viego, her wolf tail swinging wildly behind her, her heart pounding.

"...You can tear it."

"I looked at your stockings only to examine Syracuse's industrial level! I looked at your legs only to infer the living standards of the Syracuse people!" Viego said righteously, his face full of righteousness:

"I will not be tempted by money and meaningless black stockings! I don't like legs, feet or black stockings at all, and I will never do something like tearing your stockings. Such behavior is immoral!"

Cellinina opened the door curtain, and the girl's graceful figure was revealed to Viego without any concealment. Her already slender and perfect legs looked even more eye-catching against the backdrop of the thin black silk stockings, making people involuntarily cast their eyes on them.

"So, are you coming in or not?"

Viego snorted coldly, said nothing, and just glanced at Cellinina's legs.

Then took another look.

Take another look.

"If I don't go in, won't it show that I'm afraid of you? This kind of immoral behavior must be severely criticized!" Viego said with disdain on his face:

"...Just go in!"



Chapter 143: Succubus Celinina?

Cellinina's legs are actually quite slender and not plump, which fits the figure of a young girl and has a unique youthful vitality.

Although she is slim, she is not skinny, but has achieved the perfect proportion of body fat percentage.

As the eldest daughter of a mafia family, Cellinina's daily life is full of fighting and killing. Her own strength is not bad in the Syracuse family, and she also maintains the habit of long-term exercise.

Therefore, her legs are perfectly shaped for her figure.

It doesn't feel loose, and with a slight pinch, you can feel the firmness and strength of the girl's calves.

The shiny ultra-thin black stockings brought an extremely smooth and comfortable enchanted feel. The girl's powerful long legs made the feeling of interaction reach its peak. The wolf tail behind her swayed from time to time, gently sweeping across the wrist, bringing a subtle itchy touch.

Viego coughed lightly and withdrew his hand seriously.

"...It is indeed a good leg that deserves criticism... Ahem!"

The girl lay on the camp bed, the dim bedside night light illuminating her body and face, her slightly moist orange eyes staring at Viego, perfectly interpreting the meaning of the phrase "amorous eyes".

"Why not?" she asked.