Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 547: The tiger fell to the ground and was bullied by the dog

"Life is so hard~ I helped you solve the doomsday, but now you have fallen into this situation..."

"What did Roselle say? A tiger on the plains being bullied by a dog is really a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs..."

"Forget it. I knew this day would come. After all, for you, only profit is the most important thing. You never put higher spiritual pursuits on the table."

"They are really a bunch of ungrateful wolves, and a bunch of dogs that will bite their masters."

"Amanesis, you are such a ruthless person..."

Who do you think you are? ?

The slightly childish boy's voice appeared and disappeared, causing Miss Demon Wolf's blood pressure to soar.

Ron hadn't mocked him much recently, and he had forgotten that the boy had such a big mouth.

"That's enough! Stop nagging!"

"Come in!"

"Good."

Throwing a tantrum and being immoral are always the most effective ways to torment people.

Sometimes, taking off the mask is more effective than putting it on.

The former is for those with deep thoughts, while the latter is for those with conscience.

Seeing that the boy who was kicked away came back unscathed, Amanesis twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a teasing tone:
"Compared to me, you are a ruthless person who even wants to take his wife's life. Fabuti is dozens, if not hundreds, of times kinder than you!"

"And you're using the idea of ​​saving the world to blackmail me. We've been in contact for so long, don't you know who I am?"

The noble goddess dragged her skirt as she walked towards the throne in the depths of darkness. In the black and quiet night, the fragrance of the deep sleeping flower filled the dark heaven.

Seeing this, the small fry Ron Sotos happily followed.

After the goddess of night sat down, he lifted up her skirt as big as the night sky and put one of her long legs covered with smooth black stockings and revealing an alluring luster in his arms. He pressed it attentively with his small hands, looking like a good husband.

"Alas, you are wrong about me."

"You are the only one I trust the most in this world, so when there is a problem, the first thing I think of is to discuss it with you."

Ron's little hands were pinching hard, and his little hands kept reaching deep into the hem of the skirt.

The goddess's mouth twitched, and she knew that Ron's attentiveness was either a traitor or a thief, so she put her legs together, put the two long legs with perfect curves that Ron had played with for a year and put them in his arms, and sneered:
"Oh, Ron, I don't know how to refute you for being so shameless."

"I'm just confused. Maybe even the omniscient and omnipotent ancient sun god would not know why someone as shameless as you exists in the world!"

At this point, Amanesis pulled Ron's face as if he had a headache, and his intoxicating night eyes revealed a bit of seriousness, as if he wanted to see how thick this face was.

The beautiful boy looked like a punched bag, constantly kneading the silky and fleshy long legs with his hands, without making any rebuttal.

To be honest, what Ron just said was true.

In this world, only Amanesis has the brains and strength to discuss countermeasures with me.

As for the noble lady and Sharon, their level is not high enough, so there is no need to give them such a burden.

As for Klein, he was too weak. Given Master Ron's current level, even if he became a Sequence Two, he would still be beaten.

There was a moment of silence in the Deep Dark Heaven. Amanisis narrowed his eyes slightly and enjoyed it for a while before saying:
"According to what you just said, I'm afraid the characteristics and uniqueness of the Seven Gods will fall into your hands..."

"Except for Stiano, of course."

"Your plan is too bold. Why didn't you discuss it with me before you went? Maybe you could have avoided this outcome."

Ron's face fell when he heard this, "The original status is higher than mine, and thousands of possibilities are blocked. This is the only way."

"You don't have to worry. If He really wakes up at first, you will die the moment you sense Him. It won't hurt!"

'You are really good at comforting people'

The words of the Goddess of Night were stuck in her throat. She pursed her lips but finally did not refute.

They thought that supporting the pillars was bold enough, but it turned out that there were people who were braver than them.

Just create a living father, the original creator.

Amanesis had no experience in fighting against this being who could unconsciously destroy the world if they disagreed with him, and who was the source of all legends.

After all, one's status is so high that the gap cannot be made up by calculation.

It seems that he is under a lot of pressure. He probably tells me all this just to talk it out. This heartless guy also feels pressure?

After suppressing the question in her mind that even the "omniscient one" could not figure out, the goddess of night rested her face on the back of her hand and nodded slightly:

"How sure are you?"

Ron thought about it and said, "Ninety-nine percent!"

"Seize the young master?"

"Ninety-eight percent!"

"Seize the young master!?"

"Fifty percent, a 50 percent chance, that's not low!"

Are you bargaining with me?
Amanisis's expression did not change, and he continued to ask hurriedly:
"Seize the young master!?"

"…10% chance."

Having said that, Ron secretly glanced at the noble goddess's expression and found that it was indeed very ugly, so he added another sentence.

"It's based on a thousand points."

As expected, the Night Goddess's face became even uglier.

You're pretty damn funny!

"If I were you, I would choose to run away instead of fighting hard and grab that little chance."

After a while, Amanesis reluctantly came up with a solution that was not a solution.

Ron sighed when he heard this, "I can run away, even if there is a cohesion effect, I can still leave this world at any time after returning to my original form, but there are people I cherish here, and if I run away, no one will protect them."

After hearing such a sophisticated and sincere speech, the cunning Demon Wolf was stunned for a moment, his face flushed a little, as if he did not expect that his character could not even match that of the wicked guy in front of him.

She rolled her eyes at Ron, raised her chin slightly to maintain the demeanor of a goddess, and asked in a reserved manner:
"Well, who are the ones you cherish?"

Ron raised his eyebrows and said:

"Anyway, without you."

Damn you!
The goddess of night raised her foot and kicked Ron, sending him flying several hundred meters away before she stopped.

"Why are you so angry? The angrier you are, the more wrinkles you'll have. Then I won't come to see you anymore~" "Ron Sothoth, stop talking nonsense to me. You might as well think about how to break the situation and increase your chances of success!"

This crisis was obviously more serious than those of the Outer Gods, so serious that the god in charge of dreams began to doubt whether he was dreaming.

He is the One who created everything, and everything comes from Him in the beginning. It is impossible not to worry.

But on second thought, for a true God like Him to worry about such things is just as stupid as a worker who earns a few soli a week feeling sorry for a capitalist worth millions of pounds eating black bread.

Now that things have come to this, what can He do?

There was another silence in the Deep Dark Heaven. After a while, Amanisis thought for a while and said:

"Perhaps you can spread your beliefs. Anchors are very useful and can stabilize your state."

"You can also maintain your current stability. Your initial will will fade over time, but it's just inactive. This is a good thing. It's better to have it than not to have it."

"Well, there is another way. You can use your broken mouth to see what the other two pillars have to say. The splitting and aggregation of Beyonder characteristics are often multifaceted. The two of them are mortal enemies and they definitely don't want to be united as one."

The goddess paused for a moment before she said:

"Would it be better to promise some benefits, such as faith, to help them revive, or for you to leave this world after the matter is over?"

"For this kind of existence, some changes in attitude may make things easier."

Hearing this, the boy shook his head with a golden ponytail.

"Amanesis, why do you think they are so hostile to me? This is the attraction of the essence of symbolism and authority. We must not take it lightly."

"Their malice towards me is deep in their bones. Even without me, 'Origin' would have awakened. Strictly speaking, we have no hatred in nature."

"You can think of it as a schizophrenia, with both personalities having a problem with me, and I'm the victim."

"So, this method can be retained, but it can only be used as a last resort."

As for the "Original Creator", Ron didn't even need to think about it. It was impossible for this serious guy to rebel.

As for the Old Lord, Ron still had some ideas. After all, he represented the "original" meanness and selfishness, and judging from the bacon on Sefirah Castle, his desire to survive was very strong.

"Maybe I can be nicer to Him in the future, um, just a little bit"

The young man nodded slightly and praised from the bottom of his heart:
"Thank you for your insidiousness and unscrupulousness. This has given me a lot of new ideas. Amanesis, you are really cunning."

The Night Goddess twitched her lips and gave Ron a displeased look.

He knew that this broken mouth would never say anything nice.

"I'm tired. You can leave now and prepare for your own affairs. You are just a clone now. I don't know how much power you have left. The five uniqueness of the 'Omniscient and Omnipotent' path is not so easy to obtain."

"If we just rely on simple aggregation, accommodating uniqueness is likely to disrupt some of the order. Also, there is a rule for accommodating the source substance or the uniqueness first. You can ask Adam. In any case, every bit of confidence counts."

As Miss Demon Wolf spoke, she turned her back to Ron and walked into the depths of darkness. Just as the darkness like the night sky completely submerged her, Amanesis suddenly turned her head and said tiredly:
"Come find me when you're ready. You don't have to worry about the Night and the Grim Reaper."

"Now, get out of here while I'm in a good mood!"

"okay!"

Ron took over the words shamelessly and instantly disappeared into the dark kingdom.

"It feels like a lot of time has passed. The smog in Backlund has improved a lot."

The young man stretched himself and strolled alone on the street. The setting sun rose from the horizon and horse-drawn carriages passed by him quickly.

The pungent smell of smog has diminished a lot, but it is still a little bit lacking in the refreshing early morning.

Looking at the Gothic spire church in the distance, Ron smoothed his hair and walked straight in.

He first took a close look at the bride and groom who were getting married in the middle of the church, then glanced at the guest seats and spotted a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples, who looked to be in his thirties or forties, dressed respectably and holding a cane with a gold pattern.

The young man walked forward, put a hand on his shoulder, and said in a playful tone:

"Honestly, I think being a homeless person or a factory worker would be more appropriate for you. You wouldn't need to pretend at all."

"You do a great job, especially when you're screwing the screws into the bicycle!"

Hearing this familiar voice and seeing the same young man beside him, Dwayne Dantès's right hand holding the golden cane trembled for a moment, and then he pretended to say:

"Sir, I don't seem to know you, but now I'm very happy to meet you!"

"Dwayne Dantes, a businessman from Disi Bay."

Klein spoke with a distinctive accent, extending a hand as a gesture of friendliness.

Ron's mouth twitched and he reached out and held the rough hand.

"Ron Sothoth, the least famous but richest tycoon in the Kingdom of Loen!"

Thanks to the generosity of Baron Sindras, Ron's current industries are among the best in the world. Of course, most of these are factories and companies, and there are no land estates or territories.

However, Ron did not value these things and did not pay any attention to them. He just assigned his subordinates to manage the other industries.

In other words, Ron himself might not even know how much money he has.

The gods regard vulgar money as nothing.

Isn't that right, Klein?

Ron clenched his hands tightly, sat next to the middle-aged gentleman in a rather unrefined manner, looked at the bride and groom on the wedding stage, and sighed pretentiously:
"Oh, I have a friend. When will he be as successful as Mr. Dunn? Look at him. He got married before he was forty, and he married a woman who was a few years younger than him."

"Mr. Dantès, what shall we do?"

You seem to be hinting at something?
Klein's eyelids twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Ron, I'll call you Ron. According to Emperor Roselle, 'I have a friend' usually refers to the person who asks the question."

After saying that, he gave Ron a complicated look, as if to say, little brother, don't worry about these things until everything is ready!

Ron was furious when he saw this, and snorted coldly:

"Do you not know that I have that useless friend?!"

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to the emotional weakling beside him and focused on the wedding stage.

The moment has come, Dunn Smith, who is well-dressed and has a receding hairline, puts the ring on Darley Simone's finger.

They looked at each other affectionately, as if they were the only ones in the world.

But at this moment, a strong voice with a hint of the Dixie Bay accent suddenly came from the guest seats, saying:

"Kiss me, kiss me!"

Dwayne Dantès, who was sitting on a wooden chair in the church, almost vomited blood. This voice was so familiar. Wasn't it his own voice?
In the next moment, everyone in the church looked at him, including but not limited to Dunn Smith, Daley Simone, Leonard Mitchell who was the best man, and Old Neil who was hosting the wedding.

Klein was sweating profusely, and his smile froze on his face.

Shit, there's something dirty!

(End of this chapter)