Restarting the myth

"What's going on? What did you just do to her?"

"Why has her attitude changed so much and the look in her eyes is so..."

"Asshole, talk!"

In the villa garden, Veronica transformed into a hairdryer and rode on Wayne to ask him to explain.

Senna has already left. Before leaving, she greeted the trash of society and looked back three times with affection. Her eyes were full of reluctance to say goodbye.

Veronica saw clearly that Senna's eyes were not serious, but she also twisted her waist in a pretentious manner, clearly deliberately twisting her waist to look like a waste of society.

The waist was twisted so much that those who knew it was dragon blood, but those who didn't knew it thought it was snake blood.

In short, no, very wrong.

Veronica was sure that something must have happened between the two of them somewhere she didn't see.

Bang!

"Stop pretending to be dead and speak!"

Veronica punched the social trash in the face, making her eyes red with anger.

"What's there to say? That bitch is clearly trying to make you angry. If you have to be fooled, you still want me to give you an explanation..."

Wayne was speechless to the extreme, and sighed: "Is it possible that she has dragon blood? She knows you are a fool, and you will definitely be fooled by your little tricks, so she wants to lend your hand to repair me?"

"What's the meaning?"

"I just made her miserable. She can't take revenge on me. She can only find a way from you."

"..."

Veronica clenched her fists and raised them in the air. It was neither a fight nor a fight.

After a while, Wayne was asked to explain clearly what happened just now and why Senna's attitude changed completely.

Wayne shrugged, picked up Veronica and sat on a wicker chair, took out the prepared strategy, and read: "You know my situation, dragon blood cannot affect me, Senna is destined to fail from the beginning. With her character, she won’t suffer any loss. If she didn’t think I was still valuable, she would have fallen out with her long ago.”

Seeing that Veronica's expression remained unchanged and her fists were still clenched tightly, Wayne continued: "She tried to inject dragon blood into me, but failed. I took the opportunity to withhold the dragon blood, causing her heavy losses..."

"Just when she was about to use force to take back the dragon blood, I showed the potential of the original bloodline, repaired the cooperative relationship between the two parties, and made her swear that for the sake of our unbreakable alliance, she would not retaliate against me in any way."

"As a price, I revealed some truths to her, including our true relationship and the purpose of our participation in the selection of saints..."

"Because of the oath, Senna was extremely angry, but she couldn't retaliate against me directly. She was angry that the dragon's blood was taken away from her, and she was even more angry at being fooled by me, so she decided to target you."

Speaking of this, Wayne pressed Veronica's fist and said in disappointment: "I worked so hard in there, I didn't know how much trouble and humiliation I suffered, and I was almost killed by her. It's better for you, just flatter me." Eye, you got angry with me."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

Veronica blushed and lowered her head. It was her fault. She was impulsive. She will change it next time.

But we can't blame her entirely. The old witch's acting skills were so good, and those little stringy eyes didn't look like she was acting at all.

"The sound is too quiet."

Wayne pinched Veronica's face, raised his fist, and lightly hit her on the head: "But forget it, who would let it be you? No matter how unreasonable you are, I will forgive you again and again. ”

It's so kind of you!

Veronica felt sweet and kissed Wayne on the face.

This kind of small reward is obviously not enough to satisfy social trash. He can defend himself when he is unreasonable. Now that he has been so wronged and his character has been denied, he stands on the moral high ground and bites Veronica. , sucked it hard a few times.

Veronica was pushing and shoving, indulging in the superb kissing skills of society's rubbish, but the power of the dragon's blood was not used at all.

After a while, Wayne licked his lips, still unfinished, and continued to delve into Veronica's guilt: "In the last photo incident, you also showed irrationality and no trust in me. How long has it been since then? Have you made any progress?"

"It was different last time..."

Veronica felt deeply ashamed, buried her head on Wayne's shoulder, and decisively passed the blame: "I learned this from my mother. When I saw her angry, I became angry too."

"Okay, let me trust you again. Who told you to be Veronica?"

Wayne sighed and complained that his life was over. He was being manipulated by love and there was nothing he could do about it.

Veronica was so excited when she heard this, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

Wayne patted his butt: "You did a good job this time. You didn't have an attack in front of Senna. I guess you have made some progress. Reading the diary is not in vain."

Veronica was secretly happy to be praised. When she saw Wayne picking her up and walking towards the house, her face turned slightly red: "What are you doing? Your injury is not healed yet..."

"You still don't understand if I'm hurt?"

Wayne smiled cheerfully: "For your good performance today, I will also give you two rewards. Go to the basement, I got six bottles of dragon blood, and I will give you two bottles."

"Um."

Veronica put her arm around Wayne's neck and said, "You are really good at lying to women. The old witch is so smart, you were able to trick her into getting six bottles of dragon blood."

"The price is not small. When I underwent the dragon blood transformation, my heart was almost torn."

Wayne continued to output kfc. Seeing Veronica's worried look, he continued: "It's all worth it. Two bottles for you, two bottles for the teacher, and two bottles left for Megan. If she doesn't use it, divide it up." For you and the teacher.”

"Megan has one too?" Veronica tilted her head.

"Of course, she is Austin's lover and has been silently contributing to this family for many years. The teacher didn't say anything, which obviously recognized her status." Wayne took the opportunity to export monogamy, that is, one lady and one wife, so that Veronica could learn from Heaphy's open-mindedness.

Veronica frowned: "That's not right, Megan and Mr. Landau... shouldn't be that kind of relationship."

"Why did Megan lose her mind during the nightmare corridor?"

"Ah this..."

"Don't lie to yourself, you think so in your heart."

"..."

Veronica was speechless, and then said: "Mr. Landau is so hateful, you can't learn everything, otherwise I will beat you to death."

My God, you are smart at this time!

Wayne rolled his eyes: "It's too late. In order to make himself look normal and not so obviously a scumbag, Auston not only helped me arrange a secretary, but also introduced me to other girlfriends."

"Really?"

Veronica was deeply skeptical. Referring to the relationship between the two generations of trash cans, she thought Wayne was deliberately framing her.

But out of trust in the trash can, she subconsciously believed it a little.

"Really, you know all the girlfriends he introduced, Chris and Willie, and he said that you have a good relationship, especially Chris. If it was her, you would definitely not object."

"Nonsense!"

Veronica didn't know what she thought of, her face flushed instantly, and punched Wayne in the face, forbidding him to daydream.

As she said that, she mentioned the beauty and purity of Bai Yueguang again, asking Wayne to stop making up stories about the senior sister behind her back. If he had to say bad things, he could use Willie as an example.

The two came to the basement, Wayne took out two bottles of dragon blood, Veronica took off her coat, wearing a dragon scale tights, and proudly raised her eyebrows at the social trash.

No more fear of being cheated!

Wayne did not force it, but opened the sealed bottle to purify Veronica's blood. The two bottles of dragon blood were very effective and burned until the second half of the night.

Veronica's blood was refined, and she looked tired and too lazy to move. She yawned lazily in Wayne's arms.

Wayne carried her out of the basement like a princess and went straight to the bathroom on the second floor to take a bath.

...

At noon the next day, Veronica opened her eyes and found herself lying in the same bed with Wayne. Her face flushed instantly, and she lowered her head and buried her head in his chest and continued to pretend to sleep.

It smells so good! x2

After dawdling for an hour, Wayne was kicked off the bed, put on his shirt, and came to the living room on the first floor with his pants.

Senna:

This is her home, not a couple's hotel. Please respect yourselves.

"What does it matter? You are all mine, and your home is my home." While training Senna, Wayne admired her expression of struggle and resistance, and secretly said that this is the smell.

Senna took the initiative to avoid the bad topic and reported the work of the investigation team. In summary, there was no progress. There was no evidence and no witnesses. Even though they knew that the Pope had problems, they could not do anything to him.

However, since the investigation team was established, it was impossible to investigate only the assassination of Wayne.

Senna was ready to increase the intensity of the Pope from the side. The old man was not clean. He had no chance before, but now that he had the opportunity, he would definitely find out something.

Wayne was not interested in these things. A group of bad people were worse than him, which was not suitable for a pure little white flower like him.

As she was talking, Senna's eyes lit up, swayed her figure, and came behind Wayne with a fragrant breeze. She rubbed his shoulders with her ten fingers and asked how strong it was.

Veronica finished dressing up and went downstairs to the living room. Seeing this horrifying scene, she suspected that she had not woken up yet.

Even if it was acting, it was too intimate.

He is your student's student, still a child!

Veronica sat on the sofa opposite with a confused face. Thinking of the lesson yesterday, she did not immediately attack. She was ready to take another look and collect some evidence by the way.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became weird.

Wayne was not panicked at all. He raised his eyebrows and gave Veronica a look, then grabbed the little hand on his shoulder and kissed it with his head tilted.

Swish!

Senna jumped away as if teleporting, her face was blue and red, obviously she didn't expect Wayne to dare to mess around.

What? What kind of play is this innocent?

Veronica pouted her lips and believed in Wayne's words. Senna did it on purpose. The truth was found out after one try.

Boring!

Veronica snorted twice and left briskly. She hadn't eaten since last night and was going to the kitchen to make lunch and throw it into the trash can.

Senna was so smart that she could see that her plan had failed at a glance. She regretted it in her heart. It was just a kiss on the little hand. She just endured it a little longer and survived!

Having said that, it was very difficult to survive. When she was rewarded by the closeness of faith, that is, the kiss on the hand, Senna felt like she was electrocuted and was so excited that she trembled all over.

The current strength was just right, neither too strong nor too painful, leaving one wanting to do it again.

Senna's mind was extremely repulsive, but her body and mind led the charge, with desire mixed in with rejection. She examined her heart and once again became pessimistic about the future.

"Why are you standing so far away? I'm easy to talk to. If you want to get close to me, just say it. I won't reject you." Wayne patted the sofa next to him.

Senna's body was out of control, and she slowly walked towards Wayne. She sat next to Wayne with a look of fear on her face, took the initiative to hold his arm, and leaned against him with her head tilted.

"Teacher Senna, you smell so good!"

Wayne spoke in a sarcastic tone, and then warned: "Don't think I don't know what you are up to. I won't care about it for the sake of assists. Be careful in the future and don't ask for trouble."

After the voice fell, Senna regained control of her body, hurriedly stood up and sat on the sofa opposite.

Half an hour later, Veronica brought the eggs that were sentenced to death to the table and threw them into the trash can in front of Senna. One wanted to cheat, and the other was willing to be cheated, which made Senna's face black.

Nothing else, Veronica and Wayne are copies of Heafi and Auston, almost exactly the same as 20 years ago.

Every time she thought of that defeat, Senna hated the garbage dump of Lundan. It was so bad to think about it, let alone seeing it with her own eyes, she almost got angry.

"Teacher Senna, don't stand there, Veronica's cooking is delicious, you can try it too." Wayne said kindly, don't be polite, just treat this as your own home.

Senna chose to refuse, but her hands and feet were out of control, so she picked up the spoon and started to taste.

Under Veronica's dissatisfied gaze, the guest Senna ate most of the lunch she prepared for the trash can without any awareness.

After the meal, Senna took the napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth and commented that the cooking skills were okay, not as hard to swallow as she had imagined.

Senna's cooking skills were average. She had tasted the snacks cooked by Xifei in her early years and had no hope for Longxue's cooking skills, but she had to admit that Veronica's cooking skills exceeded her expectations.

At least much better than Xifei.

She put down the napkin and looked at the two people opposite with a squinting look, feeling unhappy: "Veronica, come with me to the study. From today on, I will officially teach you the dragon language."

As she said that, she waved her hand and a few thick magic books fell on the table.

After the three-hour class, Senna assigned a lot of homework before leaving. The amount was large and filling, enough for Veronica to write until twelve o'clock in the morning, and there was no time to talk about love with Wayne.

I can't deal with Wayne, and I can't deal with you either!

Go do your homework!

Although Senna was selfish and clearly wanted to deal with Veronica, she was rigorous and serious in the teaching process.

She would not tolerate any mistakes from her students and was a strict teacher.

Wayne wanted to go to class.

That night, Veronica did her homework until one o'clock in the morning. When she returned to the bedroom, she found that Wayne had washed up and lay on the bed.

"Asshole, who allowed you to sleep here? Get out, you've made the bed dirty!"

Veronica blushed and drove him away, but she couldn't beat Wayne's thick skin. After a while of hesitation, she reluctantly agreed to lend half of the bed.

When the lights were turned off, there were two quilts with a pillow in the middle. The defense line was as solid as a rock and unbreakable. When I woke up the next day, the defense line was gone and I was lying in another quilt.

It smells so good! x2

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Time went around and around until May.

The selection of the saint was suspended for a week due to unknown reasons. After returning to normal, it was slightly accelerated. If nothing unexpected happens, the real saint will be selected in June.

In other words, the selection has reached the end.

According to the information provided by Senna, more than half of the candidates have been eliminated, and those bodyguards who made up the numbers, that is, the male candidates who claimed to be the son of the saint, were all kicked out of the assessment.

The remaining saint candidates basically came from the church headquarters. Dusha, whom Wayne knew, was still insisting. Without her brother to cover her, she showed a very good talent and won the secret support of several church leaders.

Among them was Senna.

The so-called saint selection has now become a power compromise every twenty years at the church headquarters. The saint herself is not decisive, and the supporters behind her are the foundation.

During this period, Senna came to the villa every day to teach Veronica. Because of the previous lessons, she kept a certain distance from Wayne and there was no more temptation of eye contact.

On the 8th, Senna rushed into the bedroom and retreated amid Veronica's screams.

When closing the door, she was almost hit by a pillow.

She stood at the door with a dark face, secretly saying that it was too much, especially Veronica, learning everything would only hurt herself.

Why is she so eager to learn? She deserves to be cheated!

"Teacher Senna, please knock on the door next time and respect other people's privacy!"

Wayne walked out of the bedroom with his pants up, complaining and looking at Senna.

Well done, this time you assist.

Senna didn't understand what Wayne meant. No matter how she looked at it, she had ruined the good thing. She shook her head to dispel her reverie and said bluntly: "Mr. Natural Knight Mura has arrived at the church headquarters. Deputy Captain Gavin is waiting for you. You..."

"It's better to take a shower first, and then go over."

"It should be."

Wayne squirmed, and the old skin was replaced with a new skin. It took only three seconds to wash.

Senna was silent, still so disgusting, but she seemed to have gotten used to it.

"Where is Mr. Mura, the Knights of the Natural Church?"

"No, he is at the home of Vice-Captain Gavin. He does not want to enter the church headquarters. No one knows except the Pope and the Great Prophet..." Senna briefly explained, opened the portal and took Wayne out of the villa.

...

Gavin's house is located between the mountains and fields. He usually lives in the Knights' dormitory of the church, a collective dormitory, and rarely goes home. In addition, he has low personal desires and never pursues a luxurious life. This wooden house is ordinary and there is no expensive and decent furniture.

From the perspective of successful people, Gavin is undoubtedly a loser. After so many years, he has not saved any money.

Wayne admired him. In this materialistic church headquarters, Gavin was undoubtedly a breath of fresh air, restoring some reputation for the bad church.

On the fence grass in front of the door, Wayne saw three figures.

Gavin, who was smiling, winked at him desperately, trying to use this opportunity to explain something, and a middle-aged man in a white robe, who looked elegant and humble.

The Pope.

Ludwig.

Ludwig looked very good and had a very friendly smile. Seeing Wayne looking at him curiously, he smiled and nodded.

Quiet and introverted, well-behaved, with a calm and easy-going charm, a gentle smile that made people feel very comfortable, everything was so decent and natural, it was easy for people to have a good impression.

So, this is a bastard!

Wayne responded respectfully, calling him the Pope, very politely.

At the same time, Wayne also saw the true face of the great prophet Tubie, who was followed by a mandrill, with white robes, white hair, white eyebrows, and an old but sharp face, which matched his stereotype of the legendary wizard.

Tubie wanted to say something to Wayne, and was anxious to death, but Senna did not give him the opportunity, and raised his hand to protect Wayne behind him.

"Candidate Wayne, we meet again."

"Deputy Captain Gavin, it is an honor to listen to your teachings again."

In the case of the worst, Gavin can be regarded as the only saint in the audience. Wayne's good impression of him is full, and he put away his foul mouth that hurts others without paying for his life, and his words are quite respectful.

"Work hard, Mr. Mura is waiting for you in the house. If you don't succeed, don't be disappointed. I will keep my original proposal and introduce you to the Knights of Nature." Gavin patted Wayne's shoulder, made way to the wooden house, took out the wine pot and drank a sip.

Under Senna's tangled eyes, Wayne stepped to the wooden house, knocked on the door gently, and walked in after getting the answer.

Pope Ludwig subconsciously took a step forward, his face calm, his hands tightly clenched in his sleeves.

Goddess, please don't let him succeed!