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This is a girl in a tulle nightdress, like an exquisite sculpture hiding a faint cloud in the hazy. The great literature reminds people of Western oil paintings. The plumpness of the ancient Athenian goddesses, the soft lines and the smooth visual senses, are all emotional catalysts that challenge the limits of male hormones.
The bright maroon hair is scattered around the waist, like silk, with big waves, tall nose, plump red lips, blue-green charming eyes, like a fairy from a fairy tale, noble , Seductive, full of mystery.
At this moment, this fairy full of *aura is lazily leaning against the door, her expression is playful and rich and shy like a rich girl.
"Dear Chenchen, am I beautiful?" Catherine blinked the sparkling eyes and looked at Yang Chen expectantly.
"Hi..." raising his head, Yang Chen gasped, with a dumbfounded expression on his face, "I knew that except you, no one would be such a fool."
Catherine pursed her lips, stepped forward, took Yang Chen's arm, and relentlessly embedded Yang Chen's arm with the two plump breasts on her chest.
"People have not made affection with you for almost two years, and you are too cruel. Even if I came to Europe this time, if I hadn't taken the initiative to come to you, you would definitely not have taken the initiative to come to see me in Wales", Catherine Speaking bitterly, he pulled Yang Chen into the room and closed the door.
The light in the room looked dim, and some scented candles had already been placed with some care, and the soothing Liszt piano music was like the clear sound of a nightingale, everything made the night look hazy and ambiguous.
The beautiful woman next to her with a delicate and charming posture did not make Yang Chenhou eager to eat the delicious food delivered to her door, but walked to the big bed in the room and motioned to let Catherine sat down first.
Catherine reluctantly refused to let go of Yang Chen's hand. In the end, Yang Chen had no choice but to let the woman stick, and then said: "You should also know that there have been many changes between me and two years ago."
"Is it the marriage, I know, I also know that your wife is here this time too, in this hotel", Catherine leaned her head on Yang Chen's shoulder and smiled authentically "But I also heard what Jian Jian said, you still have many women, don't you?"
"She even told you that, you really can't do anything with your mother and daughter... Not only is I married, but in the past two years, especially in the past year, many things have happened and my views on women have changed a lot. I have to admit , In the days when I first met you, most women to me were a tool for venting and having fun, and they didn’t have much value. But now... You, Jane, and Ed , Sauron, Macedonia, they are the same, I treat you as my friend, not the "toy" that made me happy before..."
Yang Chen laughed at himself and said: "So, Catherine, don't do this. You don't need to please me so hard. We have known each other for almost nine years. Even if you don't please me like before, you are still me. Friends, you can still get my friendship."
Catherine's glamorous eyes showed a strange luster, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "You have really changed a lot, Chenchen."
"Huh?" Yang Chen felt the change in Catherine's expression, and smiled: "You look like a woman over thirty, not a dazed little girl."
"You really hate it. I'm too young. I'm old and sarcasm. Am I really old?" Catherine let go of her hands wrapped around Yang Chen, stood up from the side, and turned in front of Yang Chen's eyes. Circled, then leaned down, stared straight at Yang Chen's eyes, exhaled like blue: "Chen Chen, even if he is a friend, he didn't say that he couldn't go to bed, did he?"
Yang Chen didn't speak, and moved his eyes to Catherine's chest.
Because of the looseness of the nightdress, Catherine stood with a leaning posture, hanging down on her chest. Inside the loose neckline, a pair of chubby whites seemed a bit crowded, and the bottomless gully seemed to be The abyss of seductive crime.
"Does it look good", Catherine asked with a smile.
Yang Chen nodded and said straightforwardly: "It's beautiful."
"Chuck", Catherine laughed from ear to ear, this gesture made the pair of soft flesh sway in her chest, as if it would fall off at any time, and she also exudes bursts of charming sex from her neckline.
"Chenchen, do you know that since my husband died, in these years, no man has touched them except you..." Catherine said, suddenly straddling Yang Chen's legs, her chest directly against it Yang Chen's face buried Yang Chen's head in his chest.
"I only want to sleep with you, I only want to please you, and act like a baby to you, not because I need you to do so much for me, but because this is what I like and what I want." Great literature
Yang Chen's entire face was buried in the soft and soft flesh, warm and a little breathless.
After a while, Yang Chen touched Catherine's waist with both hands and squeezed the soft flesh of her waist.
Catherine's sex is full of very sensual parts, seemingly superfluous, but it just adds to the age of women of this age.
"Hey," Catherine snorted softly. She could feel the temperature of Yang Chen's hands, which was a little scorching.
Yang Chen pulled his face away from the pair of waves, his bloodshot eyes, looked at the beautiful and charming noble queen in front of him, his voice was slightly hoarse and said: "Originally I can control it, but you want to play with fire. Come, you can't sleep tonight."
Catherine’s eyes turned into a stream of spring water, and the whole seductive body was like a weak willow of Fufeng, wrapped around Yang Chen’s body, burning red lips, gently pressing one of Yang Chen’s ears, Sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking it, he breathed a little thickly: "Remember when we first met, I just want you, and treat me like me at that time..."
The soft and charming tone made Yang Chen's brain like a flash flood, and countless thoughts burst out...
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Salerno, Italy.
This ancient city lies quietly on the coastline of southern Italy. Except facing the resort of the Mediterranean Sea, this city is just like other southern Italian cities, bleak and old. Work, study, and life, day after day, except for the city team games, which lift people's enthusiasm, other times, it seems that people can't see the future that people want.
Although it is in winter, the warm Mediterranean climate makes residents here still only need to wear relatively thin clothes and walk through the streets busy.
This is the weekend, and the sloppy Italians drove the car numbly, watching the rows at the intersection that were too old, and some of the faded traffic lights, in the daylight, occasionally could not see what color they were.
Perhaps only from some of the Gothic churches left from the Middle Ages, the towering spires, the fancy glass windows, and the design of various flying arches, can we feel the vitality of this city.
The Nachessolo Church, located near the port, is just one of the countless churches in this city, and one of the little-known Catholic churches.
Few people remember when this church was built. The granite stele that records the history of the church has been buried in the bushes outside the church for many years, and no one remembers digging it out.
After all, compared with too many classic national treasure churches in Italy, this church is really not very eye-catching.
The most common square design, with a spire rises high in the middle, the appearance of black and gray, and some colors after the baptism of weather, it is difficult to distinguish the original color.
At noon, the door of the church was pushed open, and a group of local Italian residents with a calm expression came out of the church. There were old people, women, young people, and children.
This is Sunday, and the masses of the believers are over.
After the masses left, the priest Marino of the church stood at the door with a kind smile, watching everyone walk away, and then he drew a cross on his chest and said something eloquently.
Marino is an orphan. The old priest who adopted him has passed away when he was twenty years old. Since then, Marino has inherited the presiding job of this small church. In a blink of an eye, he is now almost fifty. Years, time flies, his most precious years are dedicated to God who has never appeared before.
Turning around, Marino closed the door of the church. He was the only one in the empty church hall.
Sunlight shines through the sparse gaps into the church from the stained glass windows, melting, making the mottled walls look particularly pitted.
The air is full of decay. Because of the perennial disrepair and the dilapidation of the church, Jane and Jane have eroded from the original internal structure to the external structure. Many times, Marino felt that the ceiling of this church would not sleep on its own. At that time, it just fell down.
There was a bit of pain on Marino's vicissitudes of face, which seemed to be more than fifty years old. He raised his head and glanced at the cross of Jesus in front of the church. There was a bit of mania and anxiety in his eyes.
After standing silently for a long time, Marino walked back to the podium in front of the auditorium. There was a long square table on which was a small basket of white flour cakes and half a bottle of wine.
These are all left over after the mass was finished and the believers did not eat and drink, but Marino never wasted, because poverty made him ineligible to waste. Great literature
Picking up the basket and wine bottle, Marino walked to the back of the lobby, where he lived and lived. As far as he can remember, at first he was accompanied by an old priest for more than a dozen years. Later, he lived alone. Of more than twenty years, to this day.
After taking two turns, Marino did not walk into his room, but walked towards the only room that had been empty.
Pushing open the door, in the room, except for a single bed with white bedding, there is only a table and a wooden chair that doesn't seem very strong.
And at this moment, on that wooden chair, a woman who was wearing obviously unfit, too generous clothing, was holding a girl about ten years old in her arms, quietly reading a book on the table, a little tattered The Old Testament.
This is a mother and daughter that can be distinguished at a glance, because both the woman and the girl have beautiful and thrilling amber hair and white skin like porcelain. Even if you look at it from the side, their faces are like fairies. One looks like an angel.
It's a masterpiece of God, Marino always thinks this way. From half a month ago, the mother and daughter were in trouble outside the church. They thought so when they were taken in by himself.
When the door opened, the girl turned her head first. Although the little girl’s face was as pleasant as a Barbie doll, she didn’t smile much, especially in the beautiful jewel-blue eyes, which always revealed people. The wise gaze that produced the illusion... As if everything would be seen through by her.
"Good noon, Father", the little girl greeted him bluntly.
At this moment, the woman turned her face. Although she didn't dress up and her hair was a little messy, she could not hide her grace and noble temperament in the slightest. However, the woman's expression looked a little sullen and she showed a cheerful smile, "Marino Good afternoon, priest, I’m reading the Bible with my baby, and I don’t understand many things, can you tell us about it."
The little girl glanced at her mother and said, "You should know a few more words. It's almost 30 years old and you can't read the Bible. I'm obviously reading it to you."
The woman spit out her tongue playfully and stretched out her hand to squeeze her daughter’s fat face with a baby, "My dear, how can you say this to your mother in front of the priest? I want to save my mother a little bit, not telling you a lot. Is it the second time?"
"Let go... let go of your hand", the girl frowned her slender eyebrows, took her mother's hand away, lowered her throat with a voice that only a woman could hear, and said dissatisfiedly: "When do you look like a mother? If it weren’t for my early discovery that someone traced our hiding place, we would have died half a month ago.”
The woman pouted aggrievedly, "I see, baby you are the smartest. Mom won't pinch your face anymore."
Seeing what the mother and daughter were whispering, Marino's expression became more complicated. After standing at the door for a while, he said, "Ms. Catherine, I brought some bread and wine. You should be hungry. Got it."
The grievances on Catherine’s face were swept away, and she smiled sweetly: “Thank you Father, I’m really hungry. In fact, I wanted to ask the priest what he had eaten in the morning, but I didn’t dare to go out when the priest gave Mass."
"I was not thoughtful. I should prepare some food first." Marino said in English with an Italian accent, smiled and walked to the mother and daughter Catherine, and put the pasta and wine on the table.
Catherine was also not welcome. When faced with the dry bread, she didn't think it was bad. Instead, she picked up a piece, tore off a small piece, and stuffed it to the girl's mouth, "Come on, ah... baby open your mouth."
"I'll eat it myself!" The girl felt a headache when her mother feeds herself. She took the dough and bit by herself.
Catherine barked her teeth and snorted, "I'm so mad, why are the children of other people's families so obedient? Just our family's Jane is so bad."
"Don't put the blame on me, no one else has a mother like you", the little girl gave her mother a blank glance and said the key.
Marino, who watched the mother and daughter get into a quarrel again, coughed two clear coughs, interrupting their conversation.
"Can I ask one thing, Ms. Catherine," Marino said solemnly.
Catherine blinked and nodded, "Of course, please ask the priest, but I am not very clever. If it is an academic question, it would be more useful to ask my daughter Jane." She said that she pointed to her leg with pride. Sitting Jane made the little girl look depressed again.
Marino squinted his eyes, with a strange expression, reached into the big pocket of the black robe, took out a piece of paper, and put it on the table.
When Catherine and Jane's mother and daughter saw the content on the paper, they suddenly lost their words. Catherine's face was dull, while Jane's face became awe-inspiring. Such an expression appeared on the face of the ten-year-old girl, which looked quite strange.
"... The wanted criminal, Catherine, Jane... A reward of ten million pounds..."
Marino picked out the most important words in this wanted order, and read it out, with a cold expression on his face: "This is the secret document I obtained from the regional bishop last night. Your mother and daughter have been arrested throughout Europe. Wanted secretly. Anyone who takes you in may be implicated and died, and whoever surrenders you will receive a reward of 10 million pounds."
The room fell silent for an instant, and only Marino's slightly heavy breathing showed his uneasy heart.
"Father," Jane suddenly raised her head, her eyes sharply said: "Father, do you want to hand us over?"
Facing the little girl, Marino looked unpredictable and said: "If you hand over you, you can really get 10 million pounds, I will do that without hesitation. However, I thought about it all night, since you are secretly wanted , Then handing over to you will also be done in secret. For a person like me without any support, on what guarantee, they will give me 10 million pounds."
"You are very clever, priest, if you really do that, you will only die before us", Jane sneered, "The best situation now is that you pretend to know nothing, so that we are all safe. Yes. And when one day, my mother and I regained the opportunity to go out, then you will be our benefactor."
After listening to Jane's words, Marino suddenly laughed wildly, laughing forward and backward, stomping his feet vigorously, as if going crazy.
Such a sudden change caused Catherine to subconsciously hug Jane, but Jane was suspicious and was not scared.
"What are you laughing at?" Jane asked.
"Poor boy, although you are very smart, you are really just a child." Marino's face sank, a somewhat suppressed enthusiasm appeared in his eyes, and said: "You are right, I will hand you over. , Is indeed a very risky action. But, do you really think I dare not!
I've had enough! I've had enough! ! ! I'm fed up with this tattered little church! I'm fed up with dry pastries and bad wine here! I'm fed up with the fat pig bishops who arrogantly take away the operating expenses of my church all day long! !
God! ? I have been with the old priest to serve him since I was young. I spend my youth and my most precious time with him! I am almost fifty years old now, but I have never had a decent steak meal, have never been to a foreign travel, I have not even felt a woman's body!
No one knows who I am, no one cares what my name is, no one cares whether my church will collapse! Will I suddenly die someday in old age!
I... I... What am I doing for half my life! ? Is it just for the last person to die alone in this rotten and rotten place! ? !
What bishop, what Holy See, what bastard God! Just let them go to hell! ! "
The hysterical roar shook the entire empty room and completely stunned Catherine and her daughter.
"Go away!!"
Marino suddenly pulled Jane away from Catherine and fell to the ground!
"Jane!!" Catherine woke up suddenly, yelling to want to pick up Jane, but didn't want to be caught tightly by Marino's arms around her waist!
Jane was thrown to the ground, her whole body sore, and the cold wooden board made the girl feel like her body was breaking. Seeing her mother caught by Marino, she finally understood what Marino was going to do!
"Since I have nothing to miss, why don't I be nice to myself, since God sent a beauty like you to me, how can I refuse with the heart", Marino laughed a little out of control, and the muscles on his face began Twisted, swallowed wildly, and started arching her head towards Catherine's body...
In panic, Catherine began to push Marino away with all her strength, but she was only a woman after all, even though Marino had passed the age of best physical strength, she still couldn't resist.
"Let go of my mother! Are you crazy!! You are a priest! How can you do this!!!" Jane was finally afraid, the strong girl burst into tears for the first time, and rushed to Marino, grabbing He caught Marino's leg, opened his mouth and bit it down!
"what!!"
Marino screamed and kicked!
"boom!"
Jane's small body was directly thrown out by the kick, and the back of her head hit the table!
"simple!!"
Catherine screamed, and watched her daughter pass out like this!
Marino didn't bother to care about Jane's life and death. In his eyes, only the beautiful woman in front of him at this moment was his way to heaven!
"Catherine... Don't refuse me anymore, you will be my first woman... I... I will treat you well, I will not tell others that your mother and daughter are here... I... You just need to obediently listen to me, I will for sure… "
"No! Father, don't do this! You... let me go... ooh... why is it like this..."
Seeing Marino's sullen expression, Catherine finally shed tears. She had never felt powerless and panic before, crying, feeling that she was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't get out of it. If she could, she even wished to bite her tongue. Suicide.
However, when she thought of her unconscious and unconscious daughter behind her, Catherine realized painfully that she could not die so easily!
She is a mother, she can't leave the child!
"Father... for taking my prey, he will be punished by God"...
Suddenly, a somewhat rough man's voice suddenly passed into the room from outside the door.
The man's voice seemed to have the magical power to cool people down. Marino, who was about to bite Catherine's cheek severely, was full of agitation, and stopped all his movements.
And Catherine, who had almost given up resistance, stared out the door blankly with tears in her eyes.
This is a gentleman and fashionable young man in a black suit and white shirt, and even from the slightly green face, it can be seen that he is still a teenager.
The face of the teenager is very ordinary, and the delicate yellow race can not see anything special except for the exceptionally bright eyes.
However, it is such an ordinary teenager, but it makes people feel inexplicable and obscure, as if everything they see is not real.
"You...who are you?" Father Marino finally realized that something was wrong, turned around in a panic, and asked.
The boy glanced at the unconscious girl on the ground, and then at the disheveled, white beautiful woman with rain in the pear blossoms, and suddenly a relaxed smile appeared, "Tsk, what a beauty, no wonder, even the Western monks can't help but want to fuck. ".
Such a frivolous expression appeared on a young man's face, creating a strong contrast, which made Catherine forget to sob and could not speak.
"You...Who are you!!?" Father Marino was particularly anxious. The other party didn't take him seriously, making him angry and afraid.
The teenager walked into the room with a bright smile, "Zero organization, code name thirteen, is the killer who came to kill their mother and daughter."
zero? Killer? Thirteen
A series of unfamiliar terms made Catherine and Father Marino not react immediately.
It took a long time before Father Marino woke up and said: "You...you are a killer!?" It was a bit difficult for him to believe that a well-dressed young man was a killer.
Thirteen shrugged, "Is there a problem."
There was a hint of sarcasm on Marino's face, "Young people, don't think that priests can be deceived casually. You must have overheard our conversation and wanted to save them, and then confided in the news to earn 10 million pounds, right? Humph, killer... If a killer is like you, I can be a killer too!"
Thirteen scratched the back of his head in distress, "Why don't you believe it, do you have to prove it to you?"
"What can you prove? The stinky kid", Father Marino laughed wildly, "Don't be bluffing, tell you, what if you find that I'm going to violate this woman, if you are a kid, no one Meeting..."
Marino couldn't continue speaking, just because in the next second, his head had been photographed to pieces...
Catherine was stunned at the blood that was floating in the air. Just a second before, the young man who claimed to be thirteen only stretched out his left hand and slapped Marino's head like lightning, and then—the head exploded!
Catherine had never thought that killing could be done so simply, without warning, she could do things that a bullet could not do with her hands.
I never thought that the explosion of a human head would be so beautiful, in addition to the rich smell of blood in the air, the Yin Hong in the air, and... the broken neck of the bleeding spring...