Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 345: The long-lost Tarot Club (3.2K)

"Oh, very good, Alia, if you can do it, I will pardon your crime of eating hot pot!"

The palm of the hand swept across the surrounding space, and an invisible sharp edge instantly cut off the invisible spider silk that was entangled with the body and continuously entangled itself.

Stretching out his white palm, Ron gently stroked the witch's white hair, allowing her to lick it continuously.

The light bite of teeth, the smoothness of the tongue tip and the warmth of panting, together erode this delicate spot that is only the size of a palm.

"I will follow your will~"

The immortal witch answered vaguely, her hands moving up from the thighs she was hugging, gradually touching the two plump semicircles.

"Okay, Alia."

The silver-haired lady both liked and was annoyed by her servant's behavior.

Yes, needless to say, Ron Sotos likes pornographic things.

As for the annoyance, it was because the witch under him was truly blasphemous.

It’s just that the witch’s skills are so good that Ron is always a little obsessed but still maintains a clear boundary.

Judging from this, this witch is quite capable.

If Alia was Sequence Zero, or was favored by Ron, then she wouldn't mind granting her grace and having some fun with her.

"Okay, get to work!"

With a slight push with her palm, the White-haired Witch sensed Ron's impatience, and she immediately stepped back, ending the intimate interaction with the god she believed in.

This kind of youthful and energetic girlish attitude in front of the superiors can not only make her magic potion digest quickly, but also make her feel nervous, stimulated and excited.

This offense to God and the stimulation of blasphemy against faith made the witch unable to stop. Every time she finished, she would be so excited that her face would flush and her body would tremble slightly.

After all, he is the god who looks down on the real world and is revered by thousands of people!

Taking a step and turning around, Ron passed the witch who was kneeling there, savoring the taste of her master.

"Tsk, why do I always feel like I'm the only one being taken advantage of?"

Although awkwardness is a matter between two people, it is always hard to explain what is going on with Alia.

Coming to the living room and leaning on the sofa, Ron picked up the Daily Observer on the coffee table and leisurely looked for fun.

Newspaper is a great and practical invention, and these strange creatures in Ron's villa like to read it every day.

His bloodshot eyes moved slightly, and he immediately locked onto the biggest headline on the front page of the newspaper.

The end of the demonic serial killer!

It is reported that on the evening of October 16, the demonic serial killer who had murdered 13 women and threatened public property and personal safety was found on Durham Street in the West District.

When the police found this demon, it had been dead for a long time and its whole body seemed to have suffered inhuman torture.

It is hard to imagine who has the means to intercept and kill a villain who has committed a serious crime!
"Yeah, I did it, so praise me now!"

Her bloodshot eyes lit up slightly, and Ron's heart was filled with anticipation like tiny bubbles. She quickly looked down, wanting to see how the newspapers a few days ago praised this unsung hero.

This is a violation of the laws of the kingdom, a provocation to public safety, and we don't need thugs to punish another thug!
Sivella said that he would track down this cunning, cruel, and indifferent villain as soon as possible...

The silver-haired lady's eyes went dark and she threw the newspaper aside. There was no need for Ron to read any further, as he knew there would be nothing good to say next.

"You have no vision..."

Silently memorizing the name of the reporter who reported the news, the cautious Ron picked up today's newspaper again.

The evil cult reappeared in the southern continent. How should we be vigilant against the deception of the new church faith and return to the embrace of the true God...

"Fuck you!"

The evil god’s eyes went dark again, and he immediately threw the newspaper down, turning it into ashes.

……

2:50 p.m.

"Damn it, I'm going in. This time I'm going to savor the flavor of Sefirah Castle!"

Seeing that the time had come, the silver-haired lady began to tease the will filled with madness and cunning in the body in a mean way.

"Get out of here!!! You are so disgusting, dirty and despicable!!!"

The old Lord roared angrily, not as amiable as before. It was obvious that the unpleasantness between the three of them in the past few days had not yet passed.

Even though he had done it seventeen times, he still couldn't calm down for a long time because his mortal enemy was actively invited to taste his big treasure.

Fortunately, thanks to Ron, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" can now still taste the Chaos Sea.

As for who the original will should taste, that is naturally the characteristics of Ron in the Chaos Sea.

The relationship between the three of them is extremely complicated and chaotic. Although life is often accompanied by "quarrels" and "bickers", life is like this. What else can they do?

He rubbed the cracked wound on his face, reached inside with his slender fingers, and as juice gushed out, Ron successfully stopped the old man's endless curses and insults.

"Hmph╯^╰, shut up, you bastard~"

After teasing the lovely old God as usual and rubbing him hard under his feet, Ron glanced at the omniscient and omnipotent person standing aside.

"Why, don't you have anything to say?"

"Sothoth, don't try to trick me. Don't try to get any information from me!"

"Instead of fighting each other, why don't we work together to achieve a win-win situation? We don't have any fundamental conflicts." "You be the ruler of your time and space, and I will be the master of my star world!"

In the will, the grand and majestic voice that echoed pretended to be very innocent, as if it had no deep hatred with Ron, and sought cooperation with peace of mind.

"Oh, if you want to submit to me, you don't have to beat around the bush. Just say it directly. If you are loyal to me, I will definitely resurrect you!"

Ron responded to this nonsense with a bunch of bullshit. She had not forgotten who killed her. It was the "Original" with their two personalities as the main body.

Is it too late to play innocent now?
However, before Ron could finish his mocking words, the extremely despicable and shameless old Lord laughed.

"Fatball~ It's okay for me to call you master. Think about it, I'm much more useful than a narcissist."

"I can transform into any form to satisfy you, like Amanisis, or the ancestor of the blood clan, or any other type you like. I've thought about it, and having children is not impossible, but the gift must be Sefirah Castle."

What are you talking about! ?
"Sly, have some shame!"

"Damn ghost, be normal, I'm scared!"

The shamelessness and meanness of the Old Lord completely refreshed the two pillars' perception of His bottom line. In order to be resurrected, he even resorted to such despicable means as selling his body.

All we can say is that even the “Lord of Mysteries” cannot escape from internal competition.

At this moment, the Original Will seemed to have sensed something, and immediately pronounced a majestic verdict in a loud voice.

"The notarization is valid, Sothoth, why are you still moved!!!"

How could this be exciting?!

At least the pillars cannot and should not be like this!
Glancing at the old Lord of Heaven covered with tentacles, even as the "omniscient and omnipotent", the Original Will could not imagine such a beastly scene.

What was even more unbelievable to Him was that Ron Sotos, who looked just a bit mean, was actually so shameless and had such a flexible moral bottom line that he almost had no moral bottom line.

"I, I didn't, stop farting!"

"The infinite wisdom that knows and sees everything" was a shy excuse.

To be honest, she was a little moved just now, but only a little.

Loneliness is something that everyone can understand.

However, Ron's performance made the old man frightened, as if a boastful female kid had met a serious uncle.

He really didn't expect that there would be someone braver than him.

"Fatty, are you serious?!"

"I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously. Feel free to go to that Sefirah Castle. You can accommodate it if you want. Don't think of attacking me!!!"

Upon hearing the notarization from the original Creator which did not seem to be a fake, Old Lord’s tentacles rolled back, shrank into a ball, left the “small theater”, and disappeared.

He really can't have children.

"Bah, disgusting! You will be burned in the fire of hell!"

The Lord of the Star Realm strongly criticized and condemned Ron's XP, which was fearless, and then disappeared without a sound.

The small drama came to an end quickly, and the quarrel between the three pillars took only ten minutes.

At three o'clock, the crimson light spread like a tide, flooding the silver-haired lady's vision in the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, the two paths in the body disappeared, as if the autistic and violent will suddenly rioted. They felt the connection with the crimson star, and tried their best to influence this body, wanting to occupy this part of the connection.

But unfortunately, their efforts were in vain. Ron, who was well prepared, just moved his fingers slightly to isolate them.

"Is this interesting to you two?"

Damn it, it's always like this. Once the day of the Tarot meeting comes, these two guys will start acting, trying to make me let my guard down so that they can strike back.

What a fucking dog!

The silver-haired lady closed her eyes, using most of her willpower to suppress the two bastards, while the remaining small part of her willpower followed the connection and entered the Source Castle.

Endless gray fog drifted outward, stone pillars stood tall, supporting the high dome, and an ancient, mottled long table was placed there, as if it had existed for thousands of years.

Even though this was not his first time here, Ron couldn't help but complain about Mr. Fool's poverty, which was so deep in his bones.

This table is so old, can't we replace it?

Her bloodshot eyes swept around and found that there were no new members. She looked a little disappointed when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a card with gorgeous and complex patterns printed on the back covering the edge of Mr. Fool's desk.

So that’s what’s going on. The silver-haired lady nodded silently and understood why Klein knew so much about the “Black Emperor”.

Mr. Fool is pitiful. He actually treats this kind of thing as a treasure and uses it to reflect his own status.

But unfortunately, these country bumpkins in the Tarot Club still fall for it.

Unlike Ron, who is full of rebelliousness, Audrey Hall perfectly embodies what it means to be a "fool's little cotton jacket".

She first glanced at Ron inconspicuously, then looked at the person at the top and saluted to the convener of the gathering:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

"Good afternoon, Destiny, first, ma'am~"

Miss Justice's cheerful greeting made Ron feel much better. She relaxed her brows and nodded with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice~"

(End of this chapter)