Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 59 Poor and treacherous
"No!!!!!!!"

"Yuanqiu, you can't do this! Have you forgotten our brotherhood?"

"We are brothers who share life and death and share adversity!!!"

"Yuanqiu, don't be like this. Don't you like good-looking pillars? Look at me, my gender is so stubborn."

"I can become whatever you want! I can even use my authority to graft beautiful characteristics onto my body!"

"I can have a baby too!!!"

"Fat Ball, you are shameless. You took over someone else's marionette body and you still want to do something like that..."

Faced with the roar of Tianzun's will in his mind, and the shameless speech that was extremely ungrateful, Ron ignored it and directly used part of his will to suppress this guy with no lower limit and Yuan Yuan who was ready to move.

Ron snorted coldly and made a silent mockery of Tianzun.

Although he didn’t know what was going on now, Source Castle summoned him.

This was something the three of them had never expected.

Faced with this situation, Ron could only sigh silently in his heart, a fool is indeed a fool.

Is it possible that there was some mistake in the ritual when I prayed to myself, which lowered my IQ?
……

a few minutes ago.

Above the gray mist, there is a palace that towers like a giant's residence.

Mr. Fool is sitting at the top of the long bronze table in a grand manner.

He was just using the method of answering prayers to try to leverage more power above the gray fog in order to complete different types of ritual magic.

But judging from the current situation, he suffered a shameful failure.

Taking a deep breath and stretching, Mr. Fool decided to stop here today.

Before he could wrap himself with spirituality to simulate the feeling of falling, he suddenly saw a crimson star in front of him vibrating, and a name that was very familiar to him came from inside.

This is his honorable name!

The voice of chanting the honorable name was also very familiar to him.

That's Ron's voice!
"Fuck!"

Mr. Fool was startled, cursed in his native language, and jumped up from the seat at the top of the long bronze table.

He didn't expect that the blond boy would do such a big job for him in the evening after being honest all day.

After all, this is really scary, because his honorific name was just designed not long ago, and the only people who know it are "Justice" and "The Hanged Man"!
In this case, how did the somewhat mysterious blond boy learn his honorable name! ?

He couldn't have leaked it himself! ?

But how is this possible? Every time he enters the gray mist, he will set up a spiritual wall. Logically speaking, it is impossible!
"Calm down, Klein, you have to calm down..."

After silently comforting himself for a few seconds, Klein Moretti decided to use his special skills.

That is divination!
But he didn't have too much hope for this, because he had already secretly divined Ron's origin.

But nothing could be divined.

Mr. Fool expressed his understanding of this, because according to Dunn, Ron's life experience is relatively complicated and is likely to involve mid-to-high-sequence Beyonders.

It is very reasonable for such an extraordinary person to have a powerful sealed artifact that resists divination and give it to his child so that he can avoid being pursued by his enemies.

However, Mr. Fool still has his own little method. Since Ron can't be divined, he can divine the other side of the matter.

"The time and place where my honorable name was revealed."

Klein wrote such a divination sentence on the materialized parchment, then closed his eyes, repeated it silently seven times in his mind, and entered the dreamland.

There seemed to be gray mist lingering in the dark dreamland, and Klein suddenly saw such a scene while his consciousness was still.

That was him doing a prayer ceremony, and looking at what he was wearing, Klein suddenly realized that that was him just now.

Klein Moretti suddenly woke up and froze on the spot in astonishment. "No way, there is a wall of spirituality blocking it. How did Ron hear it!?"

"Does the sealed object on his body have the ability to deal with this!?"

The gray fog space was silent for a few seconds, as if trapped in eternity.

Mr. Fool started to guess out of habit. After he found the evidence, his little heart stopped beating and he regained his composure.

Although he still has a lot of doubts about Ron, the remaining doubts are not something he can solve now.

Mr. Fool looked at the prayer light spot in front of him and pondered for a moment before making up his mind.

He decided not to drag Ron along because he didn't want to involve a child in a dangerous extraordinary world, even though Ron was already an extraordinary person.

"Children should behave like children. The most important thing is to be happy every day!"

After muttering quietly in his heart, Mr. Fool turned around and was about to leave this mysterious gray fog space.

But at this moment, his body paused, and he suddenly remembered Ron's broken mouth.

Mr. Fool's pupils shrank, and he gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.

Ron already knew his honorable name. It would be great fun if he went to the Nighthawks stronghold tomorrow to tell the story.

He, Mr. Fool, would probably be caught on the spot, and then imprisoned behind Chanis Gate to never see the light of day again!

A fool has only half started his business, but the middle path collapses!
Mr. Fool suddenly lost all color and almost merged with the gray fog. He leaned heavily on the high-backed chair. After a long while, he sighed in resignation.

Then, he no longer hesitated and spread his spirituality towards the constantly flashing crimson stars.

Within a few seconds, a short figure appeared in front of him.

Layers of gray fog enveloped the entire space, and a palace like a giant's residence appeared in front of Ron's eyes.

"Where did you learn my name?"

Suddenly, a voice without panic and a bit leisurely came from the top of the long bronze table.

The voice was majestic and distant, as if the current situation had been expected by him.

Ron turned around and saw the figure shrouded in gray mist, and saw the serious Klein Moretti.

The corners of his eyes twitched, confirming Klein's current state.

It's not contaminated by anything weird.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously deep in his heart, and then lowered his head, his eyes a little wandering.

"I learned it from a poor man."

He did not intend to use the method of killing Klein Moretti to prevent the resurrection of the dead man, because there was no way to achieve this.

After killing Klein, there may be Claire and Clete next time, and there are many, many backup options. In this case, letting Klein occupy the manhole alone is undoubtedly a good strategy. .

Poor guy! ?
Mr. Fool was a little surprised. For a moment, he didn't even check his identity. However, combined with the previous divination, he quickly understood who the so-called poor man was.

Poor, your sister is poor! My weekly salary is a full 4 pounds 6 soles!
And I paid for your cake, how could you have the nerve to say that I am a poor man! ?

Suppressing the indignation in his heart, Mr. Fool looked at Ron at the bottom of the long bronze table with an unchanging expression.

He didn't intend to let the blond boy in front of him know that Klein Moretti was the Fool, so he had to act as a god well.

As for whether Ron used the sealed object to penetrate the spiritual wall and heard the Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun and other incantations, Klein actually didn't care too much.

Because it is in Chinese, how could a local aboriginal child understand it?

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