Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 228 Hunters are good at communicating with people

Wednesday.

69 Williams Street.

Inside Ron's deserted mansion.

"Medici, you lazy fool, why is that ambassador still alive? Didn't I tell you on Monday that I would kill him!?"

"Your efficiency makes it very difficult for me to handle!"

Sitting at the dining table, eating the dinner prepared by Red Angel, Ron started lecturing his servants with a mouth full of oil, which sounded a bit like "killing the donkey".

He was holding the smoked flavored sausage in his left hand, and the cream cheese-baked lobster in his right hand. He was eating it with great pleasure.

Ever since he developed the habit of eating in that poor guy's house, Ron has kept it up, but in his own home with better conditions, his food was "slightly" extravagant.

In the past two days, the blond boy has completely experienced the taste of "degeneration". He lives a luxurious life with clothes on his hands and food on his hands every day, and he doesn't want to recall his "poor days" in Tingen.

"Ah"

The great war angel ignored the "lessons" given by the blond boy. He gave a disdainful chuckle, thinking that there was someone in this villa who was more suitable for the title of "slacker" than him.

Every day, He is either cleaning the house, washing clothes, pruning the garden, or making ancient and complicated delicacies. For this reason, He goes to the vegetable market several times a day.

After all, in this villa, except for the witch who shows up to eat and drink at mealtimes and packs a portion after eating, there are no other creatures that he can control.

"Why don't you let that useless witch go? I'm just an 'elderly' who has just adapted to modern life."

The red-haired elder sister raised her eyebrows, and her charming and heroic face seemed to have some indescribable charm, making him even more beautiful and moving.

He was habitually provocative, as if he wanted to get some information in this way.

"Alia went to my church to help preach. There is only one bishop and two sweepers left there. In fact, there were originally three professional missionaries, but they escorted my 'holy scripture' to the southern continent."

Ron pretended not to hear the "Hunter's" provocation, recalled the information he got from listening to the prayers, and chatted with the Red Angel while eating delicious food.

Although there are six mouths in this restaurant, the blond boy still feels a little deserted, like a lonely old man without children around him.

"Tch~ Then why don't you let me preach? It's much easier than serving you!"

Hearing these shameless words, the blond boy put down the food in his hand and looked at the "overestimated" red angel with a complicated look.

His eyes seemed to be saying, if he doesn't let you go, haven't you made up your mind yet?

It's not your fault that you were born with bad breath, but it's your fault that you go out to provoke others!

"Uh"

Ron's scrutinizing gaze made Medici's mouth twitch, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment. In terms of provocation, he only admired the existence in front of him.

"Okay, Medici, it's almost time. It's time to go find your old club!"

Picking up the newspaper placed next to the dining table, the blond boy shook the creases on it and glanced at a section on it.

He then raised his head and glanced meaningfully at this loyal guy.

"Medici, you'd better cooperate honestly. You don't want your master."

"That's enough, shut your mouth! I hope you can keep your promise!"

When the Red Angel heard this, it was not like what a serious person could say. His body trembled, causing the heavy object to shake violently twice. Then his face was distorted, and goosebumps appeared all over his body. In his heart There was a diaphragm reaction. He always felt as if he would lose his virginity in the next second.

In fact, He did not intend to cooperate with Ron at first, but there was no point in choosing death over obeying. The Red Angel was quickly persuaded by the blond boy.

"I have countless ways to find your Lord, and through you is the best way for me to express my sincerity."

As the saying goes, sincerity is the last resort!

Sometimes being more sincere can make things work countless times faster.

Ron's words instantly made Red Angel give up the idea of ​​resisting to the death, because he discovered that what this guy said was really damn right!
Or even completely stand on His perspective.

"It's good to know. I just want to talk to 'Him'."

If he really is the "ancient sun god", I'll beat him up.
The blond boy hummed and nodded slightly, sincerely expressing that he really had no ill intentions.

Outside a single-family house in Queens.

The crimson moonlight shines in the dark, hidden corners that are not illuminated by gas street lamps. This dark environment seems to hide a beast that chooses and devours people, causing pedestrians to quickly stay away from this place, not daring to stay here longer.

At this moment, two figures suddenly appeared in the darkness. They seemed to come across space. One was tall and the other was short. The only thing they had in common was that they were both very good-looking.

If anyone could take a closer look, they would find that the cuteness of the blond boy was even more attractive than the red-haired woman.

"Actually, I'm curious. You have become a woman. How can you compare with your former colleagues?"

"Shut up!"

Red Angel twitched the corner of his mouth, shrank back somewhat, and suddenly felt embarrassed to go back.

But after thinking about the dull look of his former colleague and the current mental state of the "Lord", He felt that he didn't need to pay too much attention to all this.

Should, maybe, probably, maybe, no one would laugh at Him, right?

Looking down at the blond boy's head, Medici glanced at him provocatively, then moved his long legs and quickly came to the door of the single-family house.

When Ron saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, then pushed up his monocle, and quickly followed behind with his two short legs, without even falling a bit.

puff...

In the dark night sky, under the crimson full moon, laughter came from nowhere.

"Shut up!"

A certain young man became so angry that he stood up and kicked Medici's calf, which made the guy seem to have received some special hobby and could no longer hide the ironic smile on his face.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk" knocked on the door with a special frequency, breaking the peace and quiet of the night.

With a sound of friction, a gap was opened in the cat's eye of the door, and a pair of eyes were exposed inside, looking at the visitors outside the door.

These eyes passed over Medici, who was secretive as if he was embarrassed to meet people, and looked straight at the familiar blond boy.

The waiter who opened the door no longer hesitated, opened the locked door with a click, and welcomed the two suspicious guys outside.

At the same time, he winked at his companion and asked him to quickly inform Mr. A that the target person was finally here.

(End of this chapter)