"Oh, I'll pay attention next time, I usually live here alone, and I'm used to this~"

The goddess of death held the teacup in both hands, and looked at Ron in a cold sweat opposite with a smile as she answered.

"By the way, little Ron, who were you talking to?"

"Ahh

Ron subconsciously glanced in the mirror behind him.

The white-haired little girl who claimed to be dead did not disappear, but still stood in the mirror, looking at the two people outside the mirror with an expressionless face.

Ron was eager to ask the goddess of death, 'Can't you see such a big person in the mirror?' Who am I talking to? ’

But he also thought about it in his heart.

Ron grinned awkwardly and tried to ask:

"Do you feel it. This mirrors it. Isn't it a bit weird about the beauty features? ”

"That girl in here, with a big iron chain, doesn't seem to be doing very well."

"Is there one?"

The Goddess of Death walked past Ron to the mirror.

She placed two cups of tea on the table and bent down to look at the little girl in the mirror.

A royal sister, a Lori just looked at each other like this,

The two extremely similar looks seemed to be out of order, looking at each other at each other.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the goddess of death turned her head to look at Ron and said suspiciously:

"Nothing strange, isn't she good?"

"Can you see her?"

Ron looked at the goddess of death in surprise.

He originally thought that this big guy didn't know about the existence of the person in the mirror, and wondered how to use this to run away.

However, before the latter could speak, Lori "Death" in the mirror replied first:

"Of course you can, why can't you see it?"

The goddess of death also tilted her head and looked at Ron strangely:

"yes, little Ron, why do you think we can't see each other?"

The puzzled expressions of the two in the mirror and outside the mirror are strikingly similar.

Then Lori Death in the mirror beckoned outside, and Sister Death also cooperated in front of the mirror, putting her ears close to the mirror, listening to something.

"Oh?"

"Oh!"

"Oh~"

"Oh."

Sister Death listened carefully to the other party's whispers, nodded from time to time and made a voice of sudden realization.

"This you guys"

Ron looked at the picture of the two goddesses of death living in harmony on the opposite side, one big and one small, in a little confusion.

Two self-proclaimed goddesses of death, one of whom also possesses a rune that is suspected to be one of the twelve runes of Io, representing death.

How could these two have such a calm conversation?

What do you two think about the group of Grim Reapers, who have beaten out their dog's brains for the sake of priesthood and divine power!

"I see."

As Lori Death in the mirror waved her hand at Ron and disappeared, Sister Death finally understood what had just happened.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Ron with a blank expression:

"Little Ron, you're not good, you actually ran away while I wasn't thinking about it?"

"Ahh It's all a misunderstanding! ”

"You listen to my quibbles, no, you listen to my explanation."

Ron was embarrassed and forcibly explained, and scolded the death of the informant Lori in his heart.

Damn fellow, when I make a complaint and make a small report, right?

You deserve to be locked in the mirror!

Despite Ron's best efforts to explain, it didn't seem to have much effect.

The goddess of death seemed to be angry, she calmly walked towards Ron without saying a word.

one-step

Two steps

Ron kept backing his way, and the other pressed on.

As the goddess of death approached, the indescribable faint fragrance became clearer and clearer.

"Bang!"

Ron's tail slammed into the wall, but the force couldn't make any mark on the seemingly ordinary white stone wall.

There is no way back now.

Ron looked at the approaching goddess of death, and directly went numb.

At this time, there were only two words in his heart:

Regret!

In short, I regret it!

Why are you here to save the Sphinx when you're idle, isn't it good for him to stay in the Cullen plane honestly!

Gradually, there was almost no gap between a man and a dragon, and the solemn aura spread throughout the black and white room.

The grim face of Death was less than three centimeters away from Ron's eyes.

At this distance, Ron could even clearly see the Goddess of Death's slender eyelashes and the scenery inside the white dress.

A man and a dragon looked at each other like this, as if the calm before a storm.

"If you don't explode in silence, you die in silence!"

Just when Ron made up his mind and was ready to turn on the power mode to fight to the death.

Suddenly, the serious expression on the face of the goddess of death disappeared without a trace in an instant.

She looked at Ron and smiled, took a step forward, and pounced on the young dragon in front of her.

The soft body collides with the hard dragon scales.

She held Ron in her arms and looked at each other.

At this moment

Even if the sky is full of stars, it is not as bright as the glimmer in the eyes.

In that moment, it was like a thunder drum in Ron's heart, and it seemed that everything was no longer so heavy.

He finally understood why the Titan Emperor of the Cullen Plane was blown to pieces by a star nuclear bomb because of a human woman.

Extreme beauty is indeed a terrible weapon.

"Giggles, was little Ron startled by me?"

The goddess of death put away her previous serious expression, re-showed a relaxed and happy expression, and said with a smile.

Feeling the warm and plump body, Ron responded with some embarrassment:

"Well, I didn't expect the goddess of death to joke too."

He carefully gathered his abdomen, trying to distance himself from the other party.

No way, this goddess of death is really a little too enthusiastic, she put her arms around Ron's dragon neck, and the whole person is almost hanging on him.

"Do you think I've always had a face? In fact, we also have our own joys, sorrows, and sorrows. ”

"What human beings have, we also have, and what human beings don't have, we still have."

"This is what God is called."

The goddess of death let go of Ron's neck and explained, her tone tinged with a hint of banter.

Then she walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, patted the place next to her, and said with a smile:

"I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart right now, come and sit here, and I will answer them for you one by one."

Hearing this, Ron's eyes flashed with joy.

This sentence directly pierced the deepest desire in Ron's heart.

His mind is now full of questions that he can write a new book of 100,000 whys.

Ron slowly approached the bed, looked at the petite Goddess of Death and the slightly cramped double bed in front of him, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Well, isn't this bed too small?"

He still maintained the form of a fifteen-meter-long dragon, and if he sat down, he was afraid that he would squeeze the goddess of death to the ground.

The goddess of death at this time is not the tall and majestic appearance she had in the imaginary space before.

She is now a royal sister with a height of about 1.75 meters, and she is sitting on the bed looking at Ron with an expectant face.

"Little Ron, come here, don't care about those details, just squeeze it~"

"Ahh

In order to make the relationship between the two less awkward, Ron also performed Transfiguration to return to his human form.

With a flash of light,

The emerald dragon transforms into a young man with a height of 1.8 meters.

Although he is not as good-looking as the original humanoid of the rainbow dragon, he is also a handsome young man.

That's what Ron looked like in his previous life.

Ron had only wanted to transform into a normal iridescent dragon humanoid.

But I don't know why, halfway through the change, his body automatically changed back to its original appearance.

"This?"

Ron looked at his pirated √ casual clothes and was a little dumbfounded.

Isn't this the same outfit I wore before my car accident?

Could it be that I haven't used my transfiguration technique for too long, and I'm rusty?

"Oh~~~ So little Ron looks like this~"

The goddess of death pretended to be surprised, but the smile in her eyes remained the same.

He was what he was, how could she forget.

The goddess of death reached out and pulled a bewildered Ron to sit down.

Whether it is a peerless appearance of an iridescent dragon or an ordinary human appearance, it seems to be the same in her eyes.

"What's going on?"

Ron didn't think about it, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his Transfiguration just now.

His spell casting rhythm and spell building methods are textbook-level, and demigod spellcasters will be ashamed to see it, and it is impossible for such a big mistake to occur.

Then the problem is obviously with the innocent goddess of death next to her.

Look into Ron's skeptical eyes.

The goddess of death waved her hand, causing the two white porcelain teacups filled with white mist gas on the table to float in front of Ron.

She took a sip of one of them herself, and then said slowly:

"Don't care too much about your appearance, your heart is the most important thing."

With that, she winked playfully at Ron.

"Let's try the true spirit tea, this is the only specialty I can get my hands on here~~ You will never drink it anywhere else."

(End of chapter)