[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Father Snowman stuck his hand into his chest, blood flowed down his fingers, he pulled out a living heart, and he slowly approached Zhitao with the heart.

Zhitao couldn't move, tears were streaming down her cheeks, her heart didn't look like fear, but more like despair, she felt that something was about to burst in her throat.

"Zhitao, wake up."

After the priest made breakfast, he came in and saw Zhitao crying and dreaming, as if he had been haunted, and Father Snowman called him anxiously.

It took a while for Zhitao to wake up, with tears in front of his eyes, he couldn't see the priest clearly, he saw the priest crying even more sadly, and called him deliriously:

"...Father, don't give me..."

He didn't know what he was talking about, he only knew to repeat stupidly: "...don't give me..."

Father Snowman didn't know what he was talking about, but he continued to comfort him: "Okay, I won't give it to you."

Hearing the priest's soft answer, Zhitao's eyelashes slowly drooped and fell asleep again.

Father Snowman wiped away his tears with his fingers. His fingers were long and had well-defined joints. When he opened his hands, he could completely block the young peach's face.

After waking up, Zhitao stared at the ceiling, thinking that this dream was really interesting. Others were digging out their hearts and lungs, but it was a physical version of heart and lungs.

It seems that I really want to win the heart of the priest.

As if it couldn't be said that way, Zhitao sat up from the bed, yawned and walked out the door. Father Snowman saw him, first helped him prepare the toiletries, and then went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Zhitao finished his meal and didn't see Wanwan coming back, so he asked curiously, "Where did Wanwan go?"

"He said that the people in the tour group were engaged in activities, and then he went with him. He didn't call you when he saw that you were sleeping soundly. Are you going now?"

Hearing Father Snowman's explanation, Zhitao vaguely responded with a spoon in his mouth, he didn't eat anything in his mouth, he was just playing with it.

"Then let's go to the place you mentioned!" Zhitao suddenly remembered and said happily.

Father Snowman was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the person who was not happy yesterday would change his attitude instantly today, but he listened to Zhitao.

The priest took his empty bowl into the kitchen to wash, "Then wait for me first."

Zhitao sat on a chair and looked at his mobile phone. Since he arrived in Shiliu Village, his mobile phone network has not been very good, and it is the same now, and he can't load his big-eyed boy for a long time.

After all, he is a small Internet celebrity with 10 fans, and he still pays attention to his big-eyed boy.

But the Internet is not very good today, and nothing can be loaded after loading for a long time. He was so angry that he kept switching on and off the WiFi, but it still didn't work, and it was his mobile phone that was injured, so he couldn't help but sighed depressingly.

The shadow under his feet gradually grew larger, forming a huge, dark thing behind him. It lowered its head to observe Zhitao's cell phone, and fell into a long thought.

After a while, it suddenly uttered an unidentified raving. This sound was like the whisper of the dead. It was a language that could not be heard or learned.

"Huh?" Zhitao saw that the phone screen suddenly jumped up, and the internet speed improved a lot.

He opened his eyes excitedly at first, and then he was shocked, his fans suddenly soared to more than 100 million, he scrolled down the comments, all of them praised him for his good looks.

He praised him so flatteringly that he hesitated to open the chat software after watching the fans. There were still chat records of his quarrel with his family on the software.

[I see you don't like me at all!You just love that I can make money! ]

[I don't need you to care! ]

Seeing the message he sent, Zhitao suddenly remembered the reason why she had quarreled with her family.

At that time, in the summer, there was an advertisement that wanted to take a cool effect, so the model was required to wear makeup and be splashed with water, and the expression should not change too much.

Zhitao is confident that he can persevere. He has been a child model since he was a child, and he can endure hardships, but the result is different from what he thought.

The logistics had already poured a large bucket of water, but the photographer was still dissatisfied, and said in a very bad tone: "It's just like you, others have the nerve to push it to me, what a waste!"

Zhitao wiped his face clean and didn't say anything, but the family who accompanied him apologized repeatedly, and then a staff member came to touch up his makeup, it was a male makeup artist.

The make-up artist touched his face ambiguously, his eyes lingered obscenely on his translucent shirt, and his hands were dishonestly trying to wipe oil.

Zhitao stared, then slapped the make-up artist's hand hard, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing!"

He was splashed with water for a whole day, and it was hard not to catch a cold. His stomach was in a tizzy, and his head hurt like a meat grinder. The make-up artist's free hand could be regarded as precisely hitting his explosive point.

If the tiger doesn't show off its power, it really treats me like a sick cat.Zhitao scolded the makeup artist viciously.

After scolding was not enough, he turned around and walked towards the photographer vigorously, his small face was pale, only his mouth with lipstick was congealed, like a ghost crawling out of the water.

What he said was like a ghost asking for his life: "Show me what you took."

When the photographer saw his eyes, he scolded angrily. Zhitao heard his family begging for mercy, and his head hurt even more, so he turned around and left.

Whoever likes to shoot will shoot, anyway, I don't want to be angry.

He was so angry that he didn't care about anything, but on the way back, his family members kept nagging, telling him to think about it, after all, it was a hard-won opportunity.

It ended with the biggest fight he'd ever had with his family, and he got mad at himself.

Zhitao poked at the phone sullenly.

He felt a little regretful about being such a vicious family member. Since he was a child, his eyes were peculiar and pink, but his family did not dislike his eyes, and even praised him as the most beautiful baby. They all looked ordinary, but it was strange that they gave birth to such a baby. Beautiful little baby.

Grandma still hugged Xiao Zhitao and praised him, saying that he was a little fairy boy sent from heaven to bring blessings to our family.

This is true.

Zhitao was taken to be a child star since she was a child, which made the family's life better and better in the future.

His parents were originally vegetable sellers, and they got up early and worked late every day to make money. Later, they simply quit these jobs and grew up guarding their little cash cow.

Zhitao got what he wanted since he was a child, and he went to the best school, but later on, because he couldn't combine studies and work, he stopped going to school and concentrated on being a model.

Zhitao looked at the chat interface and hesitated for a long time before sending out a message: [Sorry. ]

It was sent to his mother, whose profile picture went black for a moment, and then sent: [It's okay, baby, I'm not angry with you. ]

Why did the avatar seem to have changed just now, Zhitao poked at the screen, and shook off this strange thought: [I am in Shiliu Village, please come and pick me up. ]

Then he sent an address in the past.

Mom: [Yes, I will pick you up in six days. ]

Zhitao sent a cute emoji, completely unaware that the "mother" on the other side knew when his trip was over.

At this time Father Snowman came out after washing the dishes, he stood at the door and looked around, he always felt that there was something in this room, but soon his attention was on Zhitao: "Let's go, I've been waiting for a long time. "

The black shadow under Zhitao's feet popped out, saw Father Snowman approaching, and got into the shadow again.

"Okay!" Zhitao also resolved the conflict with her family, and happily agreed to his words.

Father Snowman led Zhitao to the pomegranate grove. Zhitao looked at this direction with a bitter face: "What's so interesting? I didn't see anything when I came here, and there are too many bugs."

"There are snakes!" Zhitao became excited when she said this.

"You don't know that snake, it's so long, it's almost three or four meters long, and it's super thick. It just coiled on the ground. I didn't pay attention at the time, and I almost stepped on it."

Just talking to Father Snowman made Zhitao's heart beat wildly with fright. When he saw the snake, his heart almost jumped out, and he lost all emotions.

Father Snowman frowned when he heard his words, and said worriedly: "Then how about I carry you away?"

They are now at the entrance of the pomegranate grove, and there is a long mountain road going down.

When Zhitao heard him say that, she muttered a little embarrassedly: "...No need, I'm pretty heavy too..."

Father Snowman squatted down directly, with his black robe draped on the ground, his broad back facing Zhitao: "Come up, the road down the mountain is very slippery, I will take you there."

When he said this, the burning emotions in his heart were suddenly soothed, like scorched earth meeting belated nectar, he couldn't help repeating in a low voice: "...I will take you away."

Zhitao didn't really want to meet a snake again, so she couldn't resist the temptation and lay down on it. Father Snowman's whole body was warm and fragrant, like a moving pillow.

Zhitao felt sleepy after eating, his eyes flickered as he looked ahead, and fell asleep when he closed his eyes again. After falling asleep, he didn't sleep very well. His arms were blocking the priest's neck, but his head wanted to poke back. .

A black shadow on the ground emerged and supported his head.

The further down he went, the colder Father Snowman's body was, and there were bloodstains oozing out, but he didn't notice, the bloodstains fell little by little, and were slowly absorbed by the black shadow.

It wasn't until he reached that place that Father Snowman seemed to wake up from a start and called out to the person on him in a low voice: "Zhitao, we're here."

Zhitao woke up in a daze, and climbed off the priest's back. Father Snowman's body was neat and tidy, and he didn't feel tired after walking such a long distance with Zhitao on his back.

This is a small open space, but there are many small white balls, they surround the small pomegranate tree in the middle, and the place is tightly covered by the big trees, making the white balls appear more and more translucent.

Zhitao curiously touched those floating white balls, and those balls were also very close to him.

"What are these?" Zhitao asked.

"I don't know either." The white ball was also close to Father Snowman, sticking close to him, and Father Snowman gently held one up.

The ball is very round, holding it in the hand like a glowing water polo, "but there will be one more every seven days."

Zhitao couldn't help but wow, feeling amazing, "Then I can see it growing from time to time?"

Reflecting his face in his black eyes, Father Snowman said vaguely, "...it should be fine."

Zhitao holds the white ball and looks at it, but there is nothing inside.