Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 162 It hurts!
ten seconds later
"It hurts, it hurts, please be gentle, oh, it's going to break! It's going to break!!!"

Mr. Clown, who was overestimating his own abilities, was naturally defeated. At this time, he was lying on the floor. His little finger and his right hand were twisted behind him by the 1.51 meter young boy, while his left hand was on the side of his body. He kept flailing, trying to get out of the blond boy's control.

"Hmph, ╯^╰. What's wrong?"

Ron sat down on Klein's back carelessly, snorted disdainfully, and pinched the opponent's little finger again.

For this guy who always offended him, the blond boy didn't want to let him go so easily this time.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked Mr. Ron Sotos!!!"

Perhaps because he was promoted to Sequence Eight, this cunning guy seemed to have noticed something, and immediately gave in, trying to deceive the great infinite wisdom.

"Poor man, that's what you said last time. Do you think I will believe you this time?"

However, the blond boy curled his lips and dismissed this insincere apology.

"Ron, please let go first. We can talk. I can buy you honey cake, caramel pudding, apple pie, baklava, Intis ice cream, and sweet ice tea!!!"

Mr. Clown's thoughts raced and he immediately yelled out a series of jingles without any hesitation, as if these desserts would not cost him any money.

"Tch~ That's pretty much it!"

Feeling the full sincerity of Klein under him, the blond boy felt a little shaken in his heart. Various desserts flashed through his mind, and with a groan, he ended the bedtime game with Mr. Fool.

"Little Ron, how on earth did you do it! Can you still teleport?"

After relaxing for a while, feeling the soreness in his little finger, Klein Moretti took a deep breath, immediately stood up and asked in surprise.

The moment he just stretched out his palm, his eyes blurred. The little kid in front of him disappeared instantly and appeared behind him. Then he felt a huge force coming, and then the same look just now. scene.

He was pinned to the ground without any resistance.

Although it was a very disgraceful thing to be knocked down by a kid who looked ten years old twice in a row, a guy with an active mind could also deduce something from this incident.

He sparred with Leonard several times in the afternoon and confirmed that with his current skills, even if he couldn't beat the poet classmate in a simple fight, the other party couldn't even hope to defeat him.

But now, he was pinned to the ground by a little brat like this.

It’s understandable that I couldn’t beat him at Sequence Nine, but after drinking the magic potion, I still couldn’t beat him at Sequence Eight. Then didn’t I drink the magic potion in vain?
"Huh, that's not teleportation. I just paused time, went around behind you and pushed you to the ground."

Ron heard the poor man's question and told him the truth in a good mood.

Time is also suspended, let me brag! ? You are the only one who can smash Varudo! ? You don't like buns.
Although there are people in this world who like to tell the truth, not everyone will believe it. This is the case for Klein Moretti. He did not believe the blond boy's clumsy lie and immediately cursed in his heart.

Compared to this unreliable answer, he believed more that this little kid could travel through the spirit world just like Mr. Azik's messenger.

Because only in this way can he go around behind him instantly.

Rubbing his little finger again to relieve the pain, Mr. Clown wiped the cold sweat that had just broken out, raised his lips, and said with a smile:

"Little Ron, tell me honestly, do you know anything about the diviner's path?"

This was Klein's purpose tonight, because in the afternoon he suddenly remembered something.

That was this little kid. He seemed to have first appeared when the Nighthawks were looking for the Antigonus family notes, and the other party's behavior today seemed to be very familiar with the fortune teller's path.

This has to make the young Nighthawk who has a big secret think about it.

"Of course, I'm not unfamiliar with it at all."

The blond boy curled his lips, raised his head proudly, and sat back on the edge of the bed. "Hehehe, little Ron, can you tell me about it? You know, I am also an Beyonder on this path, so I am very curious about this aspect."

After receiving the confirmed answer, a smile showed on Klein Moretti's face. He came to Ron's side and pretended to squeeze his shoulders.

"Klein, to be honest, I'm not too surprised that you took the path of a diviner. After all, you are so timid and stupid."

The blond boy first dismissed the other party with a pun, then asked in a arrogant tone:

"For the sake of all those cakes of yours, tell me, what do you want to know?"

What is cowardice and stupidity? That's called caution and prudence!
Klein first complained in his mind, and then secretly asked in a low voice:
"Ron, do you know the Antigonus family?"

As soon as he asked the question, he saw the golden head in his sight shaking leisurely.

"Humph, I don't know about them, so don't ask about this weakling that I've never heard of!"

The blond boy enjoyed Mr. Fool's perfect technique, shaking his head and answering the questions, looking very comfortable.

"Ron, do you know about the Secret Order?"

Ignoring the disappointment in his heart, Klein Moretti asked again, wanting to see if there was more information from the magical blond boy.

"Huh, what kind of organization is this? I've never heard of it!"

However, Ron snorted again and shook his head, causing Mr. Clown's hand to become stronger unconsciously.

"Well, little Ron, do you know what Honakis and Fregra mean?"

The young Nighthawk narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the blond boy with an uneducated look, and asked about the murmur he would hear every time after taking the potion.

"I haven't heard of it. I haven't heard of it. Can't you ask for some high-end knowledge? This kind of thing."

Before Ron could finish his words, he felt the strength on his shoulders suddenly increase, and he was suddenly pulled back, pulling his entire body down onto the white soft bed with a "plop".

Before he could get up and figure out what was wrong with this poor guy, Ron heard an extremely harsh taunt.

"I don't know this or that, so what use do you have!?"

Klein Moretti looked at this little brat lying on the bed and was very angry. He felt that this little brat must be amusing himself.

As the saying goes, "anger starts from the heart, evil comes from the courage." Mr. Clown forgot the previous lesson and became hardened in an instant.

He stretched out his sinful hands, pinched the blond boy's juicy little face, and then began to knead it quickly, just like kneading dough when making pancakes.

Feeling the smooth, firm and soft touch on his palm, Klein Moretti felt like he was rubbing a fat cat. The warm and soft feeling instantly made him addicted.

But at this moment, just when he was rubbing it happily, two palms suddenly stretched out and held his wrist tightly.

Although these palms are small, they are extremely powerful. It only takes one second to effortlessly open Mr. Clown's arms with all his strength.

Ron's cold gaze came from under his messy blond hair, making Klein shiver inexplicably.

Ten seconds later...

"It hurts, it hurts, please be gentle, oh, it's going to break! It's going to break!!!"

(End of this chapter)