Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 291 Prostitute (3K)

"Intis? Why don't you say Northern Continent?"

"I didn't expect that this guy seemed to be 'sincere', but he was not sincere at all. He spoke so vaguely that I doubted that he even knew where the thing he asked me to find was."

Feeling the heavy, dense, terrifying, and brilliant aura disappear, the devil mocked and underestimated it for a while, with quite a bit of disdain in his words.

"Fat Ball, maybe he knows, but he was forced to terminate the contact before he even finished telling the specific address!"

Before the rather disdainful words were completely finished, a different voice came from the devil's mouth, as if there were other people in his body.

"The barrier is not weak enough yet!"

"The thing he is talking about must be an 'automatic' product that can actively absorb surrounding matter to strengthen itself. If the 'super star master' can really sense it, then he must be able to control it and not be in a sealed state. middle!"

"This is His authority, this is what He rules over!"

The third voice, which is different from the first two, is very confident, bringing the curtain to a close on this topic and drawing a conclusion.

However, Ron's will remained the same, unchanged from before.

Because deception has no meaning, when Ron asked this question, it meant that she had already noticed it, and whether it was true or not was not that important anymore.

'Still know too little about this strange world! '

That's really a question and no one says anything.

If the "God of Mystery" hadn't exposed the truth at the Twilight Hermit Meeting, Ron Sotos wouldn't have known how long she would have been deceived.

"So what!"

She tilted her mouth and asked without any curiosity:

Ron snorted disdainfully, and she knew that the two guys who had been quarreling with her all day long had no good intentions. What was in her body was only part of the will of the two sworn enemies. It seemed unnecessary to say what the other wills were doing.

They behave "very well-behaved" and "very honest", and they are confusing the public in this way, while secretly manipulating the real world behind their backs, leaving no idea how many back-ups they have left.

"Sothos, where is your wisdom? Can't you think more!?"

However, the answers from both parties were not what Ron expected. Tianzun's will was always deceptive, while the original will did not conceal it and admitted this aspect openly.

'Grandma, you fucking braggart, can you please stop taking me with you! '

"Oh, Deathly Creation, Original, in other words, even if you are just active in will, you can still influence reality through the way of 'dominance'?"

In terms of "wisdom", He seems to be particularly interested in it. Whenever he seizes the opportunity, he will madly attack the infinite wisdom that is known as omniscience and all-seeing.

With an inexplicable sigh in her heart, the silver-haired lady who was walking in the alien city shook her head helplessly.

Although I don't know if the original will can do the above, but His "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" has done this kind of thing frequently. Tianzun's will seriously doubts that the narcissist admits it so openly just to mess with Him.

"No, how is that possible? You think too much, Fat Ball."

The lie of Tianzun's will was self-evident, causing him to remain silent for a while.

"Oh, bitch!"

After analyzing the situation with some "confidence", the original will launched a new round of ridicule.

This indifferent voice was quite leisurely, and it successfully strangled the necks of the two mortal enemies in the body with its different angles of looking at things.

Unless she returns to her original position and has full authority, even her omniscience will be limited.

'The next step is to find the so-called 'seal'. This task can be given to the descendant of Roselle. She happens to be in Intis. It is related to the outer gods. The Church of Steam should have records. '

Without needing to be reminded by the two mortal enemies in his body, Ron put his request into the golden light spot marked as Lackey No. 1 with a flash of his eyes.

After a few seconds, when she saw that there was no response from the light spot, the lady with no shoes or socks and bare feet temporarily withdrew her gaze and continued walking towards the distance.

But at this moment, a shout suddenly came from behind Ron and stopped her.

"Wait, sister, have you just arrived in Qatar City?"

Following the voice, the silver-haired lady turned around and saw a 28-year-old lady about meters tall, with light brown skin, wearing a loose long skirt with different patterns, waving to her.

This lady has thin and long eyebrows, and her overall facial features are as soft as warm water. Although she is not very beautiful, she is extremely attractive.

Her black hair was tied up, and her eyes were as dark as the twinkling stars in the night sky.

"Qatar City?"

The silver-haired lady stopped and asked thoughtfully and curiously.

"Qatar, in ancient Highland language, is translated as blessed by God, and although this city is not called this, we generally call it that."

"After all, I witnessed with my own eyes the miracle of gold falling from the sky a few months ago!"

The lady in a loose long skirt smiled politely, showing the enthusiasm of this city to outsiders.

As for how to judge that Ron was a foreigner, it was of course her outfit that was incompatible with the surroundings, her silver hair and blood-colored eyes.

"That's a great title, I love it!"

Hearing that someone actually commemorated what she had done, Ron felt joy in her heart unconsciously, and she nodded slightly in recognition of the name. "Sisters, it's useless for us to agree. It depends on the choices of the priests and administrators."

"You must be from out of town, right? Are you dazzled by Qatar? I have seen you walking around here several times, and you look quite anxious."

"If you don't mind, come and rest in my shop. Walking barefoot is not easy. Although this city is very different from before. There are cleaner stone roads, but there are stone roads in some places with less traffic. It hasn’t been laid yet.”

Hearing the invitation from this enthusiastic lady, Ron awkwardly twitched his white and round toes.

The reference for His image at this time was the hidden angel Arianna that he had seen.

However, this outfit with a religious connotation seems to be regarded by others as a bumpkin from the countryside.

Although the lady said it very tactfully, Ron could still hear it.

"Then I'd like to thank you for your generosity first!"

The silver-haired lady stretched her eyebrows and nodded reservedly. She was much more mature than the blond boy. Soon, she was led by the enthusiastic lady to a small shop on the roadside.

The store in front of you is not too big, and the overall building is an old house, but the shiny glass reflects the dazzling sunlight, adding a lot of "modern" fashion to this small store.

This is very common in Backlund, but it seems very novel in the relatively backward Southern Continent.

"Jars and plates..."

Ron murmured as she looked at the store sign. The simple name instantly made her understand the business scope of this store.

"That's right, sisters, it's the Terracotta Shop. My name is Grace Taylor, and I'm the owner of this shop."

"To be honest, it was still selling drinks a few months ago, but compared to the high-priced porcelain, the profit from the drinks was still a little lower!"

"As you can see, I changed careers!"

While talking, Grace had already taken Ron's slender white palm into the store and made her a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you, you can call me Sotos."

After taking the hot tea and taking a sip, the silver-haired lady introduced herself.

"Sothos? What a strange last name."

"Then, Miss Sotos, why did you come to this city and wander around like this? Don't you know that this is not a safe thing?"

Grace reminded her kindly, looking at Ron's white, tender, naked feet that had nowhere to rest, and his long, white thighs that couldn't be covered by clothing.

She immediately stood up, took a piece of cloth, and covered the beautiful scenery.

"I'm not afraid of danger!"

Taking another sip of hot tea, savoring the bitter taste, the silver-haired lady raised her head slightly, appearing not to care too much about it.

"Sisters, this is a necessary precaution!"

"This is not near the Statue Square. People will disguise themselves in front of the gods. However, once they are out of sight of the gods, they will return to their original appearance."

Seeing that this foreigner was so stubborn, Grace reluctantly gave him advice.

'You seem to be implying something, saying this in front of me...'

Hearing this, the silver-haired lady rubbed her covered legs and muttered in her heart.

"Oh, in short, you are right to listen to me. In the infinite wisdom of the Supreme Being, you have no idea..."

Grace took a small breath and seemed to want to say something more, but she hesitated for a while, but still couldn't say anything.

At this time, the wind chimes at the door of the store jingled, signaling the arrival of new customers.

Ron looked sideways, looking through the obstruction, and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties wearing a uniform.

As soon as the man entered the store, he glanced around. He didn't look back when he saw the owner of the store.

"Yaye, what are you doing here again? You are not welcome here!"

However, Grace didn't have a good expression when she saw this man, and immediately stepped forward and asked him angrily.

"Hey, baby, in fact no one welcomes me..."

Yaye laughed playfully, then he rolled his eyes and quickly raised his hand to touch Grace's chest.

However, his extremely fast movements failed, because the female boss's foresight did work.

Grace quickly ducked sideways, and the thick layer of fabric on her body was like a knight's armor, preventing the man in uniform from taking any advantage.

"Smelly bitch, I'll give you some face. A street girl should do what a street girl should do. Why are you covering her up so tightly!?"

"You used to run a tavern, but you weren't so serious when you were moaning about other men's crotches!"

Seeing that the "sinner" who had sold his body in exchange for payment dared to hide away, the man in uniform cursed angrily and stepped forward again, spreading his arms as if he wanted to hug the prostitute and suck her body greedily.

(End of this chapter)