Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

Kwon Nai's warm fingers touched the place that was touched by the boy, his red lips were soft, and his eyes were a little joke.

A person who was originally a demon, tried hard to run towards the extreme natural enemy, practiced the magic that couldn't be beaten by himself, and became the leading archangel.

In this way... Is it really against the original intention?

Kwon Nai murmured, and the soul gradually came out of the original owner's body, meaning unknown, "Angels and demons."

[Host, what are you going to do? 】Jing Cao discovered that the host's soul is becoming more and more proficient, surprised at her learning ability.

Kwon Nae blinked and said innocently, "Of course it's watching a show."

After Salija’s efforts all night, the haze over the village became thicker and darker, but the sun still barely shone in.

Shalijah could no longer maintain his human form. He stood outside the church, forbearing his weakness, and looked at Lucifer holding the holy sword. He smiled unconsciously, "Dear archangel Lucifer, our kind, good morning. Wow, how did you get along with the little sister last night...Uh!"

Shalija almost didn't see how Lusav came here, just the blink of an eye, the young man's holy sword ruthlessly resisted his lifeline, and the huge dragon body did not have the power to fight back.

"Where are the villagers?" Rusaff's face was business-like, his blue eyes faded from crimson, pure and cold like sea water, without any heat.

"They? According to your thoughts, weren't they all killed by us? What are you asking about?" What else did Shaliga want to say, the sharp holy sword pierced her hard scales, and she closed suddenly. Mouth.

Lucifer looked down at him like a god, threatening him.

"Heh, don't you believe it? Don't believe you, or don't believe that we killed all the villagers?" Shagali smiled.

Kwon Nai saw the suspicion under Lucifer's deep eyes and walked straight into the church regardless of the things here.

Once inside, there was a **** smell, and fragments of stumps were scattered everywhere, as if they weren't human.

Kwon-na squatted down, resting his elbows on his knees, and glanced at the **** dirt.

The festival is operated as a system, and I feel that all the potato chips just eaten are going to be vomited.

With such an unpleasant thing, she looked at her face not flushing and her heart beat, and she looked at it so carefully? ? ?

[The host is big, your taste is really heavy. 】

The baby admired it.

Kwon Nai squinted her eyes and curled her lips, and stood up slowly. She was a little more sassy, ​​but she was tired of her throat, "Don't praise people, they will be shy~"

Discipline: No, nausea!

What did this baby do wrong to let me listen to this? ?

"Fuck! The artwork in front is a bit pretty!" Kwon Nai rushed in happily, not even scared at all when he stepped on his blood.

In front of the church, there is a statue of a god.

It's just that all above the waist was cut off and shattered to the ground.

The neutralized **** has the strong physique of a man, but his face is indeed as gentle and beautiful as a woman, and she sees the brilliance of maternal love at first glance.

The head of the sculpture fell to the ground. Kwon Nae glanced and smiled, "It looks a lot like the original owner."

But... how can a villager in an ordinary village have seen the true face of a god?

Kwon Nai smiled and didn't speak. He first glanced at the statue of the **** head standing in the middle of the road, and then raised his head to admire the so-called art.

Cang Dang!

I don't know where the crisp sound came from.