Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 126: The Second Week of the Twilight Hermits Meeting
Sunday.

August 15th.

This is a special day.

Although Ron had been involved in more or less different parties in the past month, this party in the collective subconscious sea was the most important to him.

There is no other reason, except that the members inside are knowledgeable and well-spoken, and they all have their own channels and power.

Just like last time, the transaction between just two members brought him a lot of money, which is enough to show the gold content of this party.

As for the Tarot Club, two Sequence Nines and one Sequence Seven made Ron feel very uninterested. If it weren't for being on top of the Source Castle, if it wasn't for the weekly "humiliation" of Deadly Strange, if it wasn't for Miss Justice's greetings that made him feel happy. , then he would not attend such a useless party.

The midday sun shines through the window into the Nighthawks Lounge, and the blond boy who has monopolized this place and tormented Mr. Fool all night sat straight on his chair, waiting for the party time to arrive.

At this moment, there was a "click" sound, the closed door was pushed open from the outside, and Mr. Fool walked in with a sleepy face.

Looking at Klein Moretti who looked like he was being squeezed dry, Ron suddenly let out a laugh.

"Klein, did you go fooling around last night? Why do you look like you didn't sleep all night?"

The blond boy showed a rare smile and pretended to care about the Nighthawk across from him.

"Ron, you don't have to go back with me tonight!"

Klein obviously had no good feelings toward the culprit. He didn't answer the other party's question and directly stated the purpose of his visit.

"Why, don't you want me anymore!?"

Ron was shocked when he heard this. How could he be so good at being a rice bug and suddenly be kicked out?

This cry of "grievance" instantly made Klein's conscience happy, and he unconsciously pictured the pitiful sight of this little kid abandoned on the street, crying.

Why do I feel so happy
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the young Nighthawk reluctantly lowered the corners of his mouth and said seriously:

"I have a mission to go out in the evening and can't go home, so you have two choices."

"First, spend one night or two nights here. Second, you can follow Old Neil and stay at his home temporarily. After all, the living environment here is not that good."

"Then why not go to Leonard's house?"

After receiving Klein's answer, the blond boy nodded, without being too entangled, and asked his doubts.

Compared to Old Neil, who added a lot of sugar to his coffee every time, he was obviously more interested in Leonard, who was always mumbling alone.

He could tell that there was something strange living in that guy's body, but because the other party was too cautious, he didn't reveal anything.

"It's probably another thief. I need to find an opportunity to test it out!"

"If a small Tingen is so crouching tiger, hidden dragon, then how many talents must the entire Dark Night Church have!"

"The goddess of the night is pitiful!"

Ron's golden eyes moved slightly, and he laughed at this righteous god for a while in his heart.

"Leonard has to be in the security company to prepare for accidents, because tonight, the captain and I, as well as Foley, are not here."

Klein spread his hands, indicating that there were only these two options.

"Okay, I choose Old Neil!"

After weighing it in his mind for a while, Ron made the difficult decision to be a rice bug.

Anyway, both guys have problems, no matter which one is explored first.

"Okay, then I'll tell Old Neil." "By the way, you must not get into trouble these two days, do you understand?"

Klein Moretti responded, then turned and left, but when he was halfway there, he suddenly turned his head and gave an uneasy instruction.

"Huh ╯^╰."

The blond boy ignored him, snorted arrogantly, and watched the other person close the door and disappear before his eyes.

There was silence in the Nighthawks Lounge. Ron snapped his fingers to separate his space from reality. Then he took out the pendant, detached part of his will, and entered the door of the church in the sea of ​​collective subconscious.

"I have wronged myself too much. As a great being, this church is barely qualified as my residence!"

Looking at the majestic spire church in front of him and the giant arch covered with various mysterious patterns, the blond boy was drooling with envy.

However, after looking at it carefully for a while, he withdrew his gaze, stretched out his white and tender hands, moved his short legs, pushed open the giant arch and walked in.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Timing."

As soon as he entered, an old voice greeted his ears. The blond boy looked at the place where the voice came from and found that it was the old man next to his seat.

This old guy seems to be the spokesperson of the party convener, and his job is to maintain order and the progress of the party.

"Actually, I would rather it be a young and beautiful girl saying hello to me, rather than an old man who is about to die saying hello to me!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ron couldn't help but think of Miss Justice with a light voice. His face darkened and he waved his hands in disgust. Then he looked at the bearded man sitting at the top and criticized his taste and style.

"I look like I'm dying."

Hermes was stunned when he heard this. Familiar memories came to his mind again, recalling the scene last month when this little kid laughed at everyone.

"Mr. Shiji, since you are here, please take a seat."

Sighing deeply, the veteran spectator didn't care about the problem boy's arrogance. He couldn't beat him anyway.

Seeing this situation, the navigator and hunter who had just wanted to flatter and say hello immediately weighed their own objective conditions and closed their mouths rationally.

Obviously, they do not fit the role of young and beautiful girls.

"There were fewer people at the party than I thought."

Shaking his golden head, Ron seemed to be the owner of this church. He glanced at the eight members present and walked slowly to his seat.

Among the eight members, he did not find the witch Aria, and he did not know whether they were avoiding him or were really busy with important matters.

"This is normal. After all, the people attending this party are all important figures in the extraordinary world. They will not be idle like some people!"

When the twisted shadow with the crown heard Ron's sigh, he immediately said something strange and angry.

He still remembered the scene when the blond boy ridiculed Him last time, which made him toss and turn and unable to sleep after he returned.

I can only endure the breast hyperplasia for a while, and the more I think about it, the more angry I become.

Oh, King of Angels, who is not already! ?
You can say this is a mockery, but I can’t! ?
Compared to those old angels who have lived long enough and the old silver coins of saints with special paths, this guy has obviously not experienced the beatings of the "extraordinary world".

　Two updates a day is too uncomfortable. Many friends say I am short and weak, and my subscriptions are also dropping, so I decided to update three times a day! ! !
　　A man was born between heaven and earth, how could he live in a state of depression for a long time?

　　Three updates must be updated three times!

　　However, having said that, maintaining three updates every day is a bit exaggerated (stacked A). Anyway, we have to work hard next, and it will be three updates if there are no accidents.

　　In fact, this also has a lot to do with the author's vanity. There is still a thousand to go to get a high-quality book. This is a great incentive for newcomers to write new books. I can't wait to go out and brag about it! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)