With violent energy fluctuations, a familiar voice of Ron echoed throughout the black and white world.

"You're here, but you haven't come to see me?"

Although there was no emotional fluctuation in the voice, Ron could immediately hear who it was coming from.

"I'm blanching, Goddess of Death?!"

The corners of Ron's mouth twitched slightly, and he stared blankly at the avenue of heaven in front of him.

The massive amount of black death aura slowly opened a path for him to lead straight to the tower in the center of the black and white world.

The giant undead skeletons along the way all retreated to both sides, and fell respectfully to the ground.

Obviously, that's where the goddess of death lives.

I should have thought of it a long time ago.

Since this is the realm of the dead, then of course, who else can its owner have besides the goddess of death who claims to be the [realm of the dead] is his own home?!

"Ahem, I suddenly remembered that there was an urgent matter at home."

"My eighty-year-old bedridden mother and baby are still waiting for me to go home to feed, so I won't bother your old man, let's go first~"

Ron looked at the tower in the distance, smiled awkwardly and explained, then turned around and ran.

As he turned around and slipped away, he instantly attached all his protective power to the dragon wings, bursting out with unprecedented speed!

Slipped away

"I'm crazy to come here, and I see the old woman who died? What the hell! ”

Even if he had been promoted to a demigod, Ron would never want to meet a god with at least great divine powers outside the main plane

Ron flapped his wings and ran wildly, remembering the appearance of the goddess of death kicking the god half to death, and his heart was even more determined to run.

Although the goddess of death has always had a good attitude towards him when she appeared before, she behaved very amiably.

But it's also one of the most dangerous manifestations!

Don't forget, this is the self-proclaimed embodiment of death.

Although it's a bit narcissistic to say that

But Ron boasted that any dragon or god who had seen his true body would be attracted to the ultimate beauty.

Dragons such as the Succubus Queen Mecansut and Shirley are good examples.

In case this goddess of death likes herself too much and doesn't want to let herself out of here

The thought of that made Ron's scalp tingle and he wanted to run back to Cullen and go home to sleep.

He sprinted out of the realm of the dead, trying all sorts of teleportation magic to get out of here.

And then

Ron looked at the woman in black who suddenly appeared in front of him, and hurriedly braked.

The slender dragon's kiss came to a halt less than ten centimeters between the tall peaks of the goddess of death.

"Little Ron, where are you flying in such a hurry?"

looked at the white-haired royal sister in front of her, who was wearing a black and white velvet robe and pajamas, a black magic hat, and an expressionless face.

Ron gave the other party a standard French military salute neatly.

"Ahem, ahem, sister death, why did you come out~~"

"It's so windy outside, you see, your snow-white and silky hair has been blown away."

"I really don't want to run, I'm just thinking about going home first and finding a hair tie for you to tie your hair~~"

Ron smirked as he watched Goddess Death say things that ghosts didn't believe.

"Really? And I want to thank little Ron for his concern? ”

The goddess of death looked at the iridescent dragon running with a mouth full of trains in front of her, and couldn't help but chuckle at the corners of her mouth.

Her facial features are very exquisite, her skin is as white as milk, her long silky hair is as shiny as silk, and she has a rich mature beauty unique to the royal sister.

Ron looked at the smiling Goddess of Death standing in front of him, and his scalp tingled.

The corners of his mouth are stiff now, his smile is more ugly than crying, and he is complaining frantically in his mind:

"It's too late!"

"What is the Death Omen Star?"

"The genuine goddess of death in front of Lao Tzu is smiling at herself!"

The goddess of death didn't speak, just tilted her head to look at Ron, her pure black pupils reflecting the figure of the emerald dragon.

The long, pure white hair was windless, and even a few of them floated onto Ron's dragon kiss.

A peculiar scent ran down his hair and into Ron's nostrils, making his nose tickle, and he wanted to sneeze but was afraid that his actions would annoy the big guy in front of him.

"I don't know what brand of shampoo this great god usually uses, why is his hair so fragrant?"

Ron thought to himself.

"I use bellflower liquid~~"

The goddess of death replied with a smile.

"Oh."

Ron subconsciously replied, but then realized that something was wrong.

His eyes widened, he looked at the snickering goddess of death, and asked in disbelief:

"You, can you hear what I'm thinking?"

The goddess of death nodded, graciously acknowledging the fact that she had eavesdropped on Ron's heart.

"That's right, this is my domain, even if Io comes in person, I will overhear my heart~~~"

Then she muttered:

"So that guy never dared to come to my realm to talk to me."

Hearing this, Ron's pupils shrank.

I think I've heard some big secret?

Is the creator god of the astral plane, the creator of the dragon family, the ancestor of ten thousand dragons, and the nine-faced dragon god, still alive?

"No, he died a long time ago, I guess the grass on the grave is so high."

The goddess of death measured her height up and down with her hands, then turned to Ron and winked playfully and replied with a smile.

Ron looked at her speechlessly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

He didn't say a word just now, he was thinking about it in his heart, and this is pure and pure perspective to hang his heart, right?

"Can you, stop eavesdropping on my mind?"

"That's it. Very impolite. ”

Ron said helplessly.

This feeling of being spied on is really unpleasant for the dragon.

If he hadn't been able to beat him, he would have done it a long time ago

Ahem, stop, don't think about it!

Ron forcibly stopped the "battle" images that he wanted to recall in his mind, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I didn't think about some big rebellious things, such as the big white legs of the goddess of death

"Stop! Don't think about it! ”

Ron cursed himself inwardly as he quietly checked the Goddess of Death's reaction.

"Oh, okay~~"

To Ron's surprise, the big guy nodded obediently, and then stopped talking, as if he had really turned off the ability to listen to others.

"So well-behaved?"

"Wouldn't it? Could it be that the goddess of death is still a natural fool? ”

Ron subconsciously thought about it in his heart, and then suddenly realized something, and quickly looked at the goddess of death nervously.

Nine-colored pupils and black eyes look at each other.

"Huh? What do you see? ”

The goddess of death tilted her head and looked at Ron suspiciously.

Looking at the other party's ignorant look, Ron quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll take a look"

He snorted, and after careful observation, he determined that the other party really kept his promise and did not have the ability to turn on eavesdropping.

Think about it too. 11

What good is it for a conceptual god like the goddess of death who is firmly standing on the power of a great god or even a higher level, to deceive himself into a little iridescent dragon?

looked at the goddess of death with a simple face, and then thought of his own rebellious thoughts just now

Out of guilt, Ron casually said:

"Eh, isn't it good that I always call you death, sister, can I know your name?"

After saying this, Ron wanted to punch himself in his heart.

"Ron, Ron! What the hell are you talking about? Shouldn't you be thinking about making excuses to slip away, why are you still chatting with people! ”

The goddess of death didn't think so much, she lowered her head and thought for a while, and then said:

"Hmm, I don't think I have a name?"

"They have called me death from the moment I was born, so death is probably my name."

"Little Ron, if you don't like the name."

"Oh oh, death is good, it's good."

Ron responded with an embarrassed smile as he quietly pondered what excuse to make for leaving the big guy.

It's really too much pressure on him,

I can't see the group of undead creatures around me who are taller than the Titans, and they still maintain a kneeling posture, and they don't dare to raise their heads.

And the two Sphinx souls in the heart were like frosted eggplants after the goddess of death came—they were directly gone.

"Then let's go home, I prepared tea for little Ron~"

"Oh, that's good."

"Huh? What to prepare? ”

Ron nodded subconsciously, and then suddenly realized that the conversation was not quite right.

"Wait."

Looking at the white-haired royal sister with an excited face on the other side, before Ron could shout, the surrounding environment blurred instantly.

Then a man and a dragon appeared in a large black and white bedroom.

Ron looked at the unfamiliar ceiling above his head and sighed helplessly.

It's getting farther and farther away from going home.

I hope I can catch the auction at the Dragon Tavern when I get back.

Otherwise, the little golden dragon who pays attention to the promise will definitely grind his teeth in anger and mumble all day long complaining about his failure to make an appointment.

Well? Feel like that's a good look, too?

"But is the way you moved just now the power of the realm?"

Ron thought back to the instantaneous shift in the space around him.

You must know that he didn't feel any divine power or magic power fluctuations, and he was directly transferred to this place.

If you want to kill a dragon.

Well, it seems that the other party doesn't have to be so troublesome if he wants to kill himself, and it can be solved directly with a brain meltdown.

Ron shook his head to banish the distractions in his mind, and then looked around curiously.

The black-and-white bedroom is spacious, bright and simply furnished, with only a suspended metal hanger, a double bed covered with a white plush blanket, and a classic wooden rectangular table with a mirror.

Other than that, there is no other furniture.

Everything appeared very neat and orderly.

The white-haired royal sister took off her pointed hat and black robe, revealing the plain white dress inside, and her plump figure held the dress very three-dimensional.

The dress doesn't look like a medieval style, but rather a bit of Ron's previous fashion.

"Welcome to the Tower of Death, this is my usual resting place, little Ron, you are the first creature to come here in the last three universe years."

She casually hung her coat and hat on a hanging hanger, suppressed her excitement, and turned to look in the mirror.

A girl in black and white is reflected in a mirror.

She picked up a round comb-like instrument and gently combed her long hair, but her mouth was muttering something inaudible.

The beautiful face looks a little weird under the rendering of the monotonous colors of black and white.

"Really? Then I'm really lucky."

Ron looked at the strange atmosphere in front of him and secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Fortunately, this is the home of the goddess of death, so you don't have to worry about any ghosts crawling out of the mirror.

Speaking of which, she should be the biggest ghost in horror stories, right?

The white-haired royal sister reached out and tied her waist-length long hair behind her, shook her head slightly, and then arranged her long hair more neatly.

Ron looked at her perfect side face and graceful body, and couldn't help but be a little amazed in his heart:

This sister of death is so beautiful that of all the gods and men she has seen so far, there is no one who can compare with her in appearance.

Well, I'm barely three points more beautiful than her~~~

The appearance of the goddess of death is very simple, and it takes less than ten minutes to change into a home-style outfit.

After all, she doesn't need to wear makeup for an hour or even more like a normal woman

The white dress danced in the wind, and her long silky hair blocked Ron's snooping vision.

The goddess of death stretched out her arms and gently stretched her beautiful body, while looking at Ron and asked curiously.

"By the way, what did you just say you were waiting for?"

"No, it's nothing, I just wanted to say I can wait and walk slowly and see the scenery around me."

"Oh, I thought you wanted to run away again~~ Don't worry, I'll take you to visit my house after drinking today's tea, this should be your first time here, right?"

"Yes"

Ron smiled more ugly than crying, and lamented in his heart:

"This is amazing, it's really home!"

After tidying up her clothes in front of the mirror, the goddess of death turned to look at Ron and said with some excitement:

"Little Ron, wait for me here, I'll go get 'tea', remember not to walk around~"

As she spoke, before Ron could reply, she hurriedly opened the heavy iron door and ran outside to get 'tea'.

Before leaving, she casually closed the heavy iron door.

The weight of the iron door rebounded against the door frame, and there was a loud clang, which frightened Ron's tail to stand up.

Looking at the dark door, Ron's eyes flickered as he stood there.

Ron could feel that it was just an ordinary door, and with a gentle push he could get out and regain his freedom!

Now three thoughts are echoing in his head:

"Did I sneak away? Or sneak away? Or sneak away? ”

This place was so weird that Ron really didn't want to stay any longer.

But what he didn't notice was.

With the departure of the goddess of death, the objects in the entire room seem to become more and more "active".

"I'm just going to go out and try out a few new teleportation spells, and even if the Goddess of Death finds out, it shouldn't be a problem. Right? ”

Just when Ron made up his mind, he got up and quietly walked towards the black door.

A childish voice suddenly sounded behind him:

"Don't go!"

(End of chapter)