You call this a black hand?

The behavior in the carriage continued.

"Mellen"'s fat hand squeezed one and then the other, sometimes with gentle force and sometimes with force.

Not only pinching the soles of the feet, "he" will also skillfully rub the ten round toes and smooth bare feet.

Occasionally, the area of ​​grasping and pinching will spread to the calf, and the body will blend together and feel warm and greasy to the touch.

As the person being served, the nun is actually wearing a black and white nun's robe at this moment.

Now, she was lazily leaning on the carriage seat, her long blond hair wrapped in a white scarf, with a bright red cross pendant on her chest, swaying as the carriage moved forward.

"Are you a little nervous?"

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the service provided by the fat girl, while the hoarse voice coming out of the nun's mouth was slightly dissatisfied.

"Why are you sweating so much? It's so sticky that it's all over my feet when I touch it."

"Yes, sorry."

"Mellen" squatted at the nun's feet and apologized, "I'm just, I'm just a little worried about my family..."

"Are you afraid that Yin Sabella will kill them all?"

"Yes……"

"I would be very surprised if she really did that."

As she said this with her eyes closed, the nun's lips curved into a smile.

"Unfortunately, Yin Sabella is much softer than you think."

These words obviously had a strong soothing effect. Although "Mellen" didn't say anything after hearing this, he pinched his hands even harder.

But after a while, "he" suddenly asked curiously.

"Why didn't she come to catch us? Instead of letting us leave Graham?"

"It's impossible that her apprentice didn't tell her the matter, right?"

"If we are captured, where will she go to find her precious daughter?"

The nun responded slowly.

"That idiot thought her daughter would always be her daughter. Little did she know that within a few days, that cute girl would turn into a brutal and bloodthirsty demon."

This sentence was said plainly, but it contained absolute confidence.

As a result, the strength of "Mellen"'s hand unconsciously became lighter, and the movements of his fingers also slowed down, as if he had thought of something.

"What? Remember your friendship with that girl?"

The toes painted in sexy black twisted a few times in "Mellen's" hand to express dissatisfaction.

"Aren't you jealous of her?"

"I just thought about Garcia..."

Being scratched by the toes, the fat hands resumed the rhythm of kneading, and an anxious voice whispered: "Tell him, does he really like me?"

"I originally thought that he, like everyone else, wanted to play tricks on me, but before, I was in his diary..."

…

They seemed to be just chatting about trivial nonsense.

During this period, through the fat lady's senses, Mellen was forced to experience this kind of "technician" work that he had never done before.

This is actually uncomfortable, because if you keep the kneeling position for a long time, your body will become very sore.

At the same time, he kept holding a pair of feet in his hands. The sweat stains on the skin of both sides rubbed and merged with the invisible stains on the feet, forming a very special smell that could be faintly audible.

I can't say it smells bad, but it has nothing to do with fragrance.

Mellen disliked this.

Unfortunately, in this mild state of possession, he can only feel everything the other person feels, but cannot control the other person's words and deeds.

At the same time, Mellen was confused.

Because he did not remember that he had changed the fate of the fat lady named Winnie Kate who was currently possessed.

How come there are threads corresponding to this person on his body?

"Did I actually change her fate before, but I ignored it?"

Mellen secretly suspected that this possibility was very high.

After all, he had never noticed the fat lady he used to pimp the magician before.

He never thought that this ordinary-looking girl would be one of the main factors behind his current situation.

Normally, this matter is actually very dangerous.

Because if Goldfinger had not warned him a month in advance, it would have been difficult for him to escape that fatal disaster, let alone be in this leisurely state now.

This made Meren secretly make up his mind to use those threads for peeping in the future to prevent similar incidents from happening again.

After all, if he had spied on this person before, wouldn't he be able to discover the conspiracy in advance and directly avoid the fate of being cheated?

"But this is actually not a bad thing. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have had that opportunity."

"But whether this can be done depends on the person in front of you..."

Thinking of this, Mellen returned his attention to the lazy-looking blond nun at hand.

Whether he secretly beat Xiao Jiujiu or whether he could leave that strange space, it was obvious that he could not do without the "help" of this big white tiger.

And now, with this wonderful peeping opportunity, Mellen was thinking that maybe he could get some useful information from the other party?

For example, her next plan of action?

After all, this situation seems to be no different from him suddenly becoming an enemy's confidant.

If we really want to overhear some crucial clues, it is obviously not something unpredictable...

So with this expectation, Mellen became more energetic.

However, in the next half hour or so, apart from switching from pinching feet to massaging, he gained nothing useful at all!

What the two parties talked about were basically trivial matters. After all the talk, no important points were mentioned at all!

They always mentioned the name of Insabella, Mrs. Chelsea.

However, every time I mentioned this blond nun who looked similar to Mrs. Chelsea, she always had a look of ridicule and ridicule on her face.

Sometimes they say she is too confident, sometimes they say she is too soft-hearted, sometimes they say she is cold-blooded, and sometimes they say she is indecisive...

"She's a stupid woman."

The nun lying on the carriage bench said without raising her head:

"Knowing that her daughter's physique is very special, she still tried to use secret techniques to transfer the evil nature in her bloodline into her own body. As a result, she could not use even half of her 100% strength."

"A few days ago, in order to protect her apprentice, she even resorted to self-destructive methods. She can no longer suppress the evil nature in her body."

"You mean,"

The masseur asked curiously while pressing, "Is she going to die?"

"That's not to say, she's not that stupid."

The nun was suppressed and snorted, and said: "But she no longer dares to leave Chelsea Manor. So she can only send some unworthy things to follow us."

"But, didn't you say before that there was more than just that group of people following us?"

"Oh, there are also a few truth believers, the leader is named Guderian... I don't know what kind of benefits he was promised by Yinsabella, but he actually came to oppose us."

As she said this, she snorted softly.

"But it doesn't matter. The 10th of next month is the time when their ceremony will officially start. Guderian can't miss this ceremony just to follow us."

"Is it the ceremony that is said to be related to Destiny's Child?"

"Who else could it be?"

"Could this be true?"

The fat lady was obviously very curious about this.

"Everyone seems to think that Destiny's Child is fake and was made up to trick people. Not long ago, the Minister of Magic even published a newspaper to reprimand those lunatics for their whims."

"There are so many stupid people in the world, and the Minister of Magic is no exception."

The nun sneered when she heard this, "Why do you think I care about those mixed-race wizards?"

"It's not because she is coming."