Chapter 158: Picking the Witch (4)

Ron didn't want to get into trouble, but he knew that when Mallory found him, trouble had already come.

And Ron would not hold back when it came to someone like Mallory.

The shattered glass flew everywhere under the impact of the explosion, and the speed almost reached the limit in a short period of time. There was no doubt that Mallory was very strong. Although he was a pervert, he was also a very good magician. However, at such a close distance, facing the high-speed sliding glass shards, even Mallory had no chance of avoiding it.

He didn't even have time to put up his shield.

He couldn't even raise his head subconsciously or close his eyes.

Sharp glass shards flew into Mallory's eyes.

Ahhhhhhhhh!

Mallory's right hand shot up and covered his eyes.

But it was too late. Under the palm of his hand, streaks of scarlet blood were dripping.

Three pieces of glass were embedded in the left eye. Although the eyeball was destroyed instantly, it is still possible to heal it to some extent.

But when Mallory finally put down his right hand and saw the appearance of his right eyeball, the faces of the followers around him all changed.

In order to see the words engraved on the glass bottle clearly, I put my right eye close to it. Since it was closest to the glass bottle, I suffered the most serious impact when the glass bottle exploded.

The entire eye socket contained dozens of pieces of debris.

The eyeball had completely turned into a mass of paste, and disgusting mucus was rolling down the corners of the eye.

Even Holy Song can’t save this right eye!

When Mallory lost an eye on the train, the absurdity at the Brera Hotel continued.

Ron temporarily let go of the limp Charlene, but the impulse that had been suppressed for more than a month would not end so easily.

He looked at Lydia who was not far away. The eyes of the undead witch had become a little confused, and beautiful nasal sounds of humming and humming continued to come from her nostrils.

Her cheeks were flushed and her body was trembling slightly. The scene before her eyes gave the Undead Witch an extremely strong shock. It was completely different from the feeling she had experienced through mind manipulation. She wanted to escape, but her legs were like nails and could not move.

Unlike Charlene, Lydia was more strongly influenced by Ron because of the mind manipulation technique. Whether Lydia had reason to admit it or not, it was definitely not just Ron who had been enduring the pain for more than a month.

At this moment, Ron also noticed some of Lydia's little movements. He smiled and waved at Lydia.

It was obviously just a simple action, but for Lydia, it seemed to contain an irresistible magic, and she subconsciously walked towards Ron.

As soon as she got to Ron, he hugged her slender waist and directly occupied Lydia's lips with his big mouth.

Lydia's beautiful eyes suddenly widened: "Wow..."

A pleasant sound came out from the cherry lips.

A direct kiss is completely different from the previous touch that spanned space.

The eyes of the Undead Witch suddenly became blurred! The blessing of the God of Love was showing its power wildly.

...The following is omitted...

After barely cleaning up the mess, Ron sat on the edge of the bed, breathing slightly.

Ron thought Lydia was frail and petite, but he didn't expect that Lydia's performance was even crazier than Charlene's.

Perhaps, this is the witch?

He had to admit that the taste of the witch was really intoxicating.

At this moment, Charlene and Lydia were exhausted. They occupied Ron's bed and fell into a deep sleep. Ron, on the other hand, was full of energy and did not look tired at all.

He couldn't sleep.

I wanted to strengthen the equipment of Charlene and Lydia, but I didn't have the heart to wake up the two women who had just woken up.

Forget it, let’s talk about it tomorrow.

Ron stretched his arms hard and looked into the distance. To be honest, the special magic mark he left behind had just exploded.

Ron had designed this magic mark ingeniously, and it would only be triggered when he sensed Mallory's magic power, so there was no need to worry about accidentally hurting innocent people.

This is the power recorded in Ostara's fragment. Although its grade is not high, it can produce quite good results when used to deceive others.

I don’t know how Mallory is doing now, I hope it’s not too tragic.

Ron had tried it before, and the destructive power of the explosion of this magic mark was probably about the same as the steel balls ejected from a shotgun. As long as it didn't hit particularly vulnerable parts such as the eyes at close range, it shouldn't cause too much damage to Mallory.

I hope that after learning this lesson, this guy will behave himself and not cause trouble again.

Not everyone cares about his father who is the president of the Magic Association.

After looking out the window again, Ron changed his clothes, jumped, and jumped from the seventh floor.

The other side.

On the train, Mallory's screams were audible.

"Goddammit, be gentle, damn it, check it out for me, I want to know who that person is, I want to kill him, I want to kill his whole family..."

The shrill sound sounded like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

One of his men was carefully using tweezers to pull the tiny pieces of glass off Mallory's face one by one.

Every time a piece was pulled off, Mallory let out a terrifying howl, and every burst of pain made the hatred in Mallory's chest become more intense.

There is no other way. If we don't get these glass shards out, it will be useless even if we use the magic scroll of healing to heal the left eye. The glass shards are still wrapped inside the eyeball, which will be even more troublesome.

The subordinates couldn't help but complain in their hearts, it was really beastly. Once the glass bottle exploded, the whole face was covered with dense glass shards, which might not kill people directly, but it was worse than killing people. Even if all the glass shards were removed, the face would still be covered with blood, and the eyes, nose, and mouth might be left with lifelong defects, just like Master Mallory. Even if he was cured, he would become a one-eyed dragon. Only beasts to a certain extent would never think of such a dirty trick.

A-choo!

A gust of cold wind blew, and Ron, who had just landed downstairs, sneezed violently.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He pulled at his collar, trying to block the cold wind that kept pouring in.

When Ron looked over, he could clearly feel that under the dragon girl Ifrit's messy hair, a pair of pure white eyes were staring straight at him.

Ron didn't say a word. He took out a blanket from the storage ring and covered Ifrit with it. After all, it was chilly outside and a coat couldn't provide Ifrit with much warmth.

From the waiter's attitude towards Ifrit, Ron could imagine what kind of treatment Ifrit had encountered when he was evading pursuit and wandering in the human world. No wonder, when Ifrit grew up, his heart was filled with hatred for humans.

Ron's idea was very simple.

He did not try to change Ifrit's hatred for all mankind. Ifrit destroyed giants, subdued orcs, enslaved elves, and even destroyed human countries. Ron didn't care at all, but he must increase Ifrit's favorability towards him.

The means may be shameless.

At this moment, Ifrit had just experienced the disaster and pain of the extinction of the dragon clan and the death of all her relatives, and she had to endure the hunting of humans, beastmen, elves and masters of various major churches. This was her most vulnerable, fearful and desperate moment.

She clearly possessed considerable strength, but in order to conceal her identity as a dragon, she did not dare to show it.

She could only shiver in the cold, endure the hunger, and look for something to fill her stomach from the leftovers thrown out by the big hotel. She didn't even dare to hide in the deep mountains and forests, which were the key patrol areas for masters of various races. The dragon clan was finally destroyed, and no one wanted to have another behemoth appear over their heads one day in the future.

In comparison, human cities are slightly safer.

Despite having to endure other people's cold eyes, ridicule and expulsion.

At this time, if someone could give her a little warmth, even just a coat or a piece of bread, it would be enough to leave an indelible impression in Ifrit's heart.

This is called taking advantage of an opportunity.

Low investment, high returns, and good results.

Ron didn't care about the means as long as he could achieve his goal. After covering Ifrit with a blanket, Ron didn't say much, but just turned around and left quietly.

Sure enough, just as Ron walked away a few steps, a slightly difficult voice came from behind: "Why are you so nice to me..."

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Ifrit's speech was not clear, and could even be said to be quite bad.

"Why?" Ron smiled and said, "Just think of it as me being kind occasionally. I'm not usually like this."

"What do you want from me?" Ifrit didn't believe Ron's explanation, so she asked again.

Very vigilant.

Ron turned around. Although Ifrit's voice was sharp, her body was still very honest. She rolled the large blanket around her body again and again, leaving only a small head exposed.

He looked Ifrit up and down in a somewhat presumptuous manner, then held his chin and said, "I'm actually very curious, what is there about you that could interest me?"

"Your body?"

"Well, this may not be very gentlemanly, but you should have seen my female companions." Ron spread his hands and said.

Ifrit seemed a little unconvinced. She puffed up her cheeks and couldn't help muttering in her heart, "When I'm in complete human form, I'm more beautiful and sexier than the girls around you."

She didn't even notice that when facing Ron, her spirit seemed to become more active than before, far from being as lifeless as before.

Ron pointed to the lighted window on the seventh floor and said, "Let me ask you one more question. Do you want to come in with me?"

Even with a blanket, it's still very cold outside.

Here is the fourth chapter, there will be more later.

(End of this chapter)