Fairy Tale: Conquering the Nun with Black Silk at the Beginning

Wayne walked to the front of the church with a relaxed pace.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the seductive faces of the nuns behind the stained glass.

This is the church where the murdered nun came from. It can be temporarily considered a safe zone.

Even if there is some danger hidden in it, he will have to act according to circumstances after entering.

Wayne thought calmly, then walked to the door and knocked on the heavy oak door. The heavy oak door only made a faint muffled sound.

Behind the door, the nuns were talking in unison:”Should we open the door for him?”

“Although this man doesn’t look abnormal, no one can tell whether he is a monster in disguise!”

“Yes, especially tonight is a blood moon night, all the monsters in the forest have become active!”

“Ask the priest and let him decide!”

Just as the nuns twisted their waists uneasily and the granary trembled slightly with different opinions and no consensus, slow but crisp footsteps came from behind them.

An old man who was hunched and thin, and even barely tall enough to fit under the waist and chest of some tall nuns, came forward with a hunched back.

“I heard someone knocking on the door. What’s going on?”

Seeing these nuns who were usually very reserved, now crowded behind the door in excitement, not caring about their personal image.

The old priest felt a little strange, wondering what kind of visitor was outside that made most of the nuns in the church gather in front of the window.

A nun with a black mole on the wing of her nose, about 30 years old, although still a celibate nun, but with a bit of mature beauty like a young woman, walked up to the priest:

“”Father, a young man came out from the direction where the werewolf disappeared just now. He is the one knocking on the door.”

The priest glanced at the blood moon outside the window. The blood-red moonlight shone into the church.

The church, which was full of candlesticks and bright candlelight, added a bit of scarlet blood moon color.

But the priest deliberately avoided the blood-red moonlight, as if he was very taboo about the blood moonlight and was afraid to avoid it.

He walked to the door and paused:”Let him in, he is an ordinary person.”

The heavy oak door in front of Wayne opened with a bang, and the rusty iron hinges creaked with an unpleasant sound.

A group of nuns with different styles, outstanding looks, and soul-stirring spirits surrounded a hunched old priest and appeared in front of Wayne.

The priest made a gesture to invite him in, and Wayne felt that all the nuns’ eyes were on him.

It was as if they were attracted by his innocent, sweet, handsome and suave appearance.

Although Wayne smoked e-cigarettes and applied glue in his previous life, he was better than Wu Yanzu and Peng Yuyan in terms of appearance.

These people have made a vow to God since childhood, and have been locked in the church and have never been with men. When he came into contact with the nuns, they were so angry that they must have been burning with evil fire.

After Wayne entered the church, the oak door closed quickly behind him, making a loud noise like thunder, and the dust fell.

A nun brought Wayne a simple seat carved out of a tree root, a nun brought Wayne a glass of water, and a nun brought him a few slices of rough rye bread.

Wayne sat at a warning table, the priest sat opposite him, and the big nuns stood respectfully on both sides.

The priest said:”Young man, coming to our church on this blood moon night is a safe haven.”

Wayne nodded.

The priest asked again:”The direction you came from is exactly the direction where a werewolf with a nun in its mouth fled just now. Have you seen the werewolf on the road, or noticed the blood of the werewolf’s activities?”

Wayne said calmly:”It’s a pity that I was still late when I arrived. The nun had been killed, but the werewolf had been killed by me.”

A calm and light sentence came out of Wayne’s mouth.

When the words”the nun was murdered” were said, the priest in front of him and the nuns around him showed no emotion.

Being dragged away by the werewolf was a matter of death, and no one thought that the nun could come back alive.

However, after hearing Wayne say that the werewolf had been killed by him.

Several nuns raised their slender hands that were crossed on their lower abdomens and covered their mouths that were wide open in surprise.

Several nuns widened their beautiful almond eyes, and their affectionate pupils now became more gentle and delicate.

The breathing of several nuns suddenly became rapid. The two huge granaries in front of them were undulating and the mountains were winding.

The priest’s expression was very complicated, and even Wayne couldn’t figure it out for a while.

But Wayne was sure of one thing, there was something wrong with this priest.

When he said that the werewolf was killed by him, within a ten-millionth of a millisecond, a flash of anger flashed across the priest’s face!

The priest paused for a second, and on his old, wrinkled face, he squeezed out a twisted smile:”Hero, young man, you are the hero of this church!”

“Ladies, hurry up and serve this hero some milk, some soft bread, and some lamb!”

“We should show hospitality to the hero who has eliminated a great evil for our church!”

The priest moved aside while saying these words excitedly.

The moonlight of the blood moon shone on the warning table, and the priest seemed to be afraid that the moonlight of the blood moon would shine on him.

Wayne keenly caught these.

The nuns who were surrounding Wayne and the priest and were in shock finally reacted.

They went to the cowshed in the backyard of the church to get milk, went to the dining room to heat up the cooled lamb, and went to the bakery to get soft bread.

At this time, the nun with a black mole on the wing of her nose and a mature and beautiful young woman walked up to the priest, looked at Wayne with cold eyes, and said:

“Father, those soft bread and lamb are for festivals. This man just killed a werewolf. There are thousands of werewolves in the forest. Do we have to give the best food to those who try their luck every time?!”