Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 191: How to treat the psychological shadow from Amon

"Jie Jie Jie, are you a narcissist? Then I'll have to taste it later!"

Tianzun Will smiled obscenely, and heard a chill coming from Ron's tail vertebrae. According to his understanding of this pervert, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's taste was not just accommodating authority in the normal sense.

"Tch~ Death, do you know which part of His body that authority is derived from?"

"What if you suddenly find that your 'open door' authority is useful for that characteristic?"

The blond boy grinned, snorted, and guided the topic into an extremely vulgar area.

"Shut up, Fat Ball, you are getting more and more disgusting!"

"Sothos, you really deserve to die. What else can you do with your knowledge besides engaging in pornography and talking about vulgar topics!?"

Tianzun Will and Original Will were stunned for a moment, and then immediately shouted back.

They really didn't expect that since this guy returned to reality, not only has his face become thicker and thicker, but he also has an endless supply of words that disgust them.

Hearing that his sworn enemy was talking about his own authority, the extraordinary characteristics of the Miracle Master of Tianzun's Will suddenly jumped.

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The atmosphere suddenly became calm...

You're riding a horse!

"Tsk, what an extremely arrogant and annoying gesture!"

The night breeze blew slowly, bringing with it the fresh air and rare coolness of Tingen City's summer, causing the young man's long golden hair to sway slightly.

"Oh, Deathly Creepy, don't get me wrong, I'm not a faceless person. Unlike you, I can completely lose my face!"

Ron commented without realizing it, raised his little head arrogantly, and showed the same expression as on the tombstone.

At this moment, the disdainful voice of Tianzun's will echoed, trying to make this shameless and arrogant guy be accused by his conscience.

"My friend, you shed eleven tears for me, and at this time, I should shed eleven tears for you."

"Perhaps, it can only be compared to the fact that you dressed up as Mr. Fool and fooled yourself, and then added the acrobatics on the Origin Castle."

Now a clown, now heartless, and now shameless, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun couldn't bear Ron's bad mouth.

"Just because you look like you don't accept anyone, you didn't die unjustly."

"Fat ball, please have some face!"

He raised his head slightly and saw the proud black and white photo of "Playing Ron".

The two sworn enemies were disgusted again, and a sincere smile appeared on Ron's lips. His golden eyes moved slightly, and he looked again at the black and white photo of a happy smile on the tombstone.

If anyone were passing by and saw this scene at this time, they would definitely think that the blond boy climbed out of the coffin.

"But there's a clown here who's a lot better than you, and his stupidity makes me just want to laugh."

"Forget it, I'll keep these eleven tears and return them to you later. I hope you won't need them..."

"Oh, just tell me if this is knowledge!? As long as it can stop you two from talking nonsense, vulgar knowledge can also be called elegant!"

The blond boy sighed again. He lowered his eyes, spread his hands, and then walked towards the tombstone on the right.

Although He is shameless enough, despicable enough, and untrustworthy enough.

But this does not mean that He will greet others with a smile when he is scolded, and will also smile and praise the other person for their good scolding.

That's not shameless and cunning, but pure mental illness!
Also as a pillar, without any additional purpose, he still cares about his reputation, otherwise he wouldn't have so many honorary titles circulating outside.

"Bitch, you deserve to be damned for stepping on a horse!!!"

"Oh, I'm so anxious..."

With the angry roar of the Heavenly Will and the sarcastic words of the Original Will in his mind, Ron raised his lips and his figure quickly faded and disappeared into the dim cemetery.

……

"Old man, do you think that if I submit a special application to become a Sequence Seven, then Klein and Ron will not die..."

The poet with dark hair and green eyes sat on a chair by the window. He stared blankly at the red moon in the sky, feeling an unhappiness and sadness in his heart.

Faced with this situation, Leonard Mitchell just wanted to recite a poem, but the nominal poet just opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out.

"Oh, I still can!"

Pales Zoroaster curled his lips in his heart and mercilessly attacked this ignorant guy. "Hey, old man, are you so comforting?"

Hearing this, which seemed to be saying that he was useless, Leonard's mouth twitched, and he felt a sense of depression blocking his trachea, making him unable to breathe.

He was about to retort a few words as he was accustomed to, but his movements were suddenly stuck and stagnated for this second.

At this moment, the tables, chairs, furnishings, and curtains all lost their color, everything around them became black and white, and time stopped flowing at this moment.

"Did you get the stuff?"

At this moment, a young boy's voice suddenly sounded in Pales Zoroaster's ears. Although he had already been prepared when he saw this scene, he was still startled by the sudden voice.

"This is it!"

Pales Zoroaster didn't waste any time and directly made a dim quill appear on the desk.

In the past, he wouldn't have even looked at something as troublesome as 0-08, lest he be targeted by some disgusting guy.

but now……

As an old and weak Sequence One with a backer, he still wanted to get rid of this trouble quickly and did what he should do in his Sequence.

After a thief steals something, he should sell it!

"It is called 0-08, and it is an important sealed artifact of the original Church of the Night!"

"Well, I know, you did a good job, maybe I should give you a reward!"

Ron grabbed the quill, held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, shaking his head in a very good mood.

Then he put his palm into the void and pulled out a figure with a fierce grip.

This figure has a broad forehead and a thin face. He is wearing a wizard's robe and a pointed hat. He also wears a monocle made of crystal in the orbit of his right eye.

This was the Amon that Ron met while exploring the Ghost Empire.

In fact, Ron originally wanted to go back in time and help the other party resurrect, but his attempt was unsuccessful and he only restored Amon's out-of-control body to its original appearance.

"I*!!?"

As soon as he saw this figure, Pales Zoroaster's face suddenly twitched, and he uttered a curse word reflexively.

"This guy has Sequence 2 extraordinary characteristics in his body, which should be able to help you recover a lot!"

As Ron spoke, he pushed the Amon "figure" of the same height, which made Palles's heart tremble.

Obviously, even with a backer, His psychological shadow on the King of Angels is still huge.

"Does he still have his own consciousness?"

After a while, the old voice asked, worried that there was some backhand left behind by Amon in this body.

"Huh, no, I can't tell that you, an old guy, are quite playful. Are you worthy of your crush?"

The blond boy snorted disdainfully. Ron, who had infinite wisdom, perfectly understood what Palles meant, and actually raised the corners of his mouth to ridicule the other party's immorality.

"I'm not……"

The Archangel of Sequence One saw this and quickly began to explain, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the figure of the blond boy disappearing quickly.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was extremely silent...

You blame others for being dirty! ?

Pales Zoroaster curled his lips and only dared to slander him in his heart.

Then, he looked at Shi Angel's clone, whose eyes were lifeless, his face was dull, and his monocle slipped off, and he swallowed a sip of saliva.

This comes from the attraction and convergence of extraordinary characteristics.

But at this moment, the old man suddenly remembered his own dangerous experiences, and felt that it would be too wasteful to smash this body directly.

After a while, the fingers on "Amon's" body suddenly moved, but he did not dare to push up the monocle that had slipped from his eye socket.

"Go, clean up the room and clean the toilet!"

Suddenly, an old voice ordered like a servant.

(End of this chapter)