The first time he saw Anya, he felt that the other person looked sick and delicate, and he was indeed a hidden serious sick and delicate. If the boy in front of him really represented Anya's youth, then Anya might have lived in a confined space for a long time. He mentioned the nun, and when Anya assassinated the pope this morning, he called him the son of the curse... This is the Vatican confession?

"Why do you want to wear a skirt?"

Qing Changye asked questions. The slender and thin boy in front of him looked up: "Mom asked me to wear it." He signaled Qing Changye to look at his green purple arms: "If I don't obey, she will hurt me." Anya paused and couldn't help but add, "You are so beautiful, just like the prince in the book."

Qing Changye smiled: "So you want to kill the prince, little princess?"

"The princess will eat the prince," the boy took his words for granted, completely ignoring how terrifying the words he had spoken: "Mom said that if he couldn't entangle the other party with chains, he would like other bad women. The princess would nail the prince to a wooden stand and cut off his hands and feet, so that he could be together forever."

He is so sick and delicate. The problem is that with such a holy little face, it is a bit cute. Qing Changye thought for a moment: "If you make me a skeleton soldier, I will be no different from them. Don't you think it's a bit waste?"

The boy frowned, his flat chest and deep collarbone seemed sick and beautiful. Seeing the boy hesitated, Qing Changye said, "I can see you at this time every day." He led a strand of the boy's long hair. Even though the boy was as thin as if he was malnourished, his hair was still shiny, and he was indeed a natural beauty. Qing Changye casually put his hair in his hand and turned around: "Talk with you, or something."

"Really?"

"real."

"You have a death curse on your body, what's your name?" The boy suddenly asked, and heard Qing Changye's answer. He lit up his forehead, and his brain stinged. Qing Changye heard the boy's hoarse voice: "It's unbuttoned."

If Anya in the future knew that she had solved the curse for him in the past, she would have shown some expression, Qing Changye smiled slightly: "Thank you."

"You are my thing, of course I have to be kind to you." The boy paused, and he sensed something: "Time is up, go out, and come to see me tomorrow." He seemed to be upset that he didn't put a spell on Qing Changye, so he could only half threaten and half coquettishly put his forearm: "If you don't come, I'll cut off your tongue and nail it to the wall."

The way one big and one small threatened people was exactly the same. Qing Changye couldn't help but feel funny. He comforted him a few words. After the boy was satisfied, the scene around him returned to the hotel room. When he went to see the communion cup, the water was filled with no more.

The Vatican night is blurred, the strong religious atmosphere and modern fireworks are intertwined into a beautiful scenery of luxury. There is no trace of a witch in the hotel, and the tricky death curse is eliminated by the gods. Qing Changye simply followed the travel guide to relax. The musicians on the piano stage played smooth notes, and the saxophone and drum beats were weaved into the music. Rows of audiences sat on chairs to enjoy the music. The bartender at the small bar was so flexible that it seemed to be able to turn flowers out. Qing Changye rejected the sixth person to chat tonight. The boy saw him alone from beginning to end, and men and women refused one by one, and before leaving, he could not help but question his sexuality.

"Are you asexual?"

Qing Changye smiled at him, and the boy shook his head and walked over to him with a pity. The bartender gave him a glass of mojito and said that someone else ordered it to him. He pressed the glass on his lips. Inadvertently, Qing Changye found that most of the people present looked in the same direction. Qing Changye followed their sight and saw a tall woman in the corner of the jazz bar.

She was wearing a white skirt, not slim, but she looked particularly attractive because of her long legs and thin waist. The woman's long black hair was slightly curly, and her eyes were rare cherry red. In contrast to the delicate skirt, her feet were her wearing ordinary flat shoes, but her face could not be described as ordinary. In the brightly lit bar, she was as beautiful as a plant in full bloom. Finally, a man who could not control her was talking to her. Qing Changye saw the woman smiling. The corners of her lips were very flat, and when she didn't smile, she was cold as ice, and when she was slightly bent, she looked like a tree of peach blossoms. What really surprised him was that the face was almost exactly the same as Anya, but when she first met, she cursed him for convenience because he got the wrong gender of the witch, and she did not hesitate to curse him. Anya didn't like others to regard him as feminine, and it could even be said to be disgusting. He was not sure if this was Anya herself.

Qing Changye followed them out of the bar, and there were several other men coming out at the same time. He saw the man who was walking beside the woman in the white dress and looked back at the people. He obviously knew each other. Seeing that the woman had entered the dark alley without any preparation, the men following her showed malicious smiles. Qing Changye stayed at the entrance of the alley for five minutes, and when he heard a scream from inside, he ran in quickly. The scene in his sight made Qing Changye stop suddenly.

Even when he saw the tragic situation in front of him, he had a slight vomiting. The man who first walked with a woman in white skirt was pressed into the wall, and his body was cut into pieces. Human blood, silences and broken bodies were particularly deserted under the moon. The broken hand that rolled in front to Qing Changye's feet was pulled out of his nails. The dark red blood flowed down from his fingers. The incision of the hand was very neat, as if it was cut open by something sharp. I had seen it in a bar before.

The woman in white, who looked like Anya, was holding a head in her hand. She was barefoot. When she turned her face, Qing Changye found that one of her pupils on her blood-stained face turned into a gem-like blue. She realized that the other party was wearing red contact lenses, Qing Changye frowned. Her pupil color and appearance matched, but Anya was wearing a skirt... He remembered the boy who was locked in a claustrophobic space. If the person in front of her was really himself, it was probably the shadow of the past that twisted it into a second personality.

He saw the slender and long fingers reaching into the head's eyes. The man seemed to have put a spell on his head. Even if his body and head were separated, the head did not lose its vitality. Screams came from his mouth, but the slender and tall figure laughed, and his black hair trembled behind him. The other party walked towards Qing Changye step by step, and behind him was the purgatory of the earth.

"hello?"

The low and charming voice proved that the person in front of him was indeed a witch, but he didn't seem to know him. Anya was very straightforward when she killed the pope. Although she was in a hurry, there was no trace of abuse. The beauty in front of her, who was dressed in a woman, cruelly killed five adult men just now. The technique was not so much for killing people, but rather for satisfying her own murder, just like the other person in front of Qing Changye at this moment.

It seems to be a dual personality.

Before he could speak, the other party's blood-stained fingers stroked Qing Changye's side face. Seeing the plasma on his face seemed to make Anya particularly happy. The witch's movements were like creating a work of art. His hands held Qing Changye's face and his lips covered his lips. Qing Changye hesitated for a moment and opened his lips according to the other party's wishes. When the tip of his tongue intertwined, the sweetness in the young man's mouth made the witch narrow his eyes with satisfaction. The colored contact lenses in his other eye had not fallen off yet. Such strange eyes made him look like a cat. The place that pressed against him made Qing Changye stunned. Such a beautiful face, the thing below was amazing. Their legs were pressed together, and the other party was increasingly showing signs of breaking through the ground. He was too lazy to consider suppressing these people. Qing Changye smiled and said, "Sorry, you seem to have made something wrong."

"Are you straight?" Anya smiled. He looked pretty, and even with such an inappropriate look, he was still very pleasing to the eye: "You like women, can't you be fucked by women?"

“…”

If Natasha knew that her male god not only had a dual personality, but another personality was so indescribable to speak and do things, she would probably either collapse or be ecstatic.

Before Qing Changye could speak, Anya threw away the head in his hand, and his eyes gradually returned to clearness. His blue eyes were like velvet under the light. When he saw his clothes, he cursed something in a low voice. After a second, a chaotic black fog floated around him. When the fog dissipated, Anya's clothes returned to men's shirts and trousers.

"A kid with charming bones..."

Anya leaned down. Although he was thin, he was really tall. According to his memory in the swimming pool a few days ago, the mermaid line and pectoral abdominal muscles were as good as his pectoral abs. His blue eyes were fluttering and he was obviously very unhappy with Qing Changye's discovery of his secret.
Chapter completed!