Chapter 366 The taste of the clone is very good (3)

Feeling the hand stirring up trouble under her skirt, Agnes blushed and glared at Ron angrily: "It's still daytime..."

Yes, it is daytime now.

The sunlight shines through the window, casting shadows on the ground.

"What's wrong with daytime? I'm familiar with Granville's laws, and there's no provision that we can't have fun during the day, right?" Ron blinked and said with a smile.

"ah……"

Ron's fingers touched something, but Agnes suddenly screamed and her face turned even redder.

Even her breathing was a little rapid, and her white teeth bit her lower lip lightly, but this time, the anger in her eyes disappeared, and only embarrassment remained.

In the past few days, Ron has been almost always with Irelia, Cecilia and Seraphina.

Although these three women had been separated from Ron for a long time, it was understandable that they were overly obsessed with him when they suddenly saw him reborn, but Agnes still had a fear of being rejected in her heart.

But Agnes is a quiet person by nature, and even if she has something on her mind, she will never say it out loud.

At this moment, feeling Ron's frivolous attitude towards her and looking at the burning desire in Ron's eyes, the fear of being rejected in her heart immediately disappeared. She knew that she was still very attractive to Ron.

That's enough.

The enchanting body twisted gently in Ron's arms like a water snake, and broke free from her lover's grasp.

Glancing at Ron, Agnes whispered, "Wait for me..."

After saying this, Agnes turned around and carried Lucia to the inner room, then walked out. Seeing Ron's gaze becoming more and more scorching, her heart was pounding. After a few seconds, Agnes seemed to have mustered up the courage, and her eyes gradually became charming: "Husband..."

"Would you like me to bathe you?"

……(10,000 words omitted here)……

One night of pleasure! Agnes's soft hair fell on Ron's body, making him feel itchy. A finger drew circles on Ron's chest, enjoying the afterglow of happiness.

"My husband, what are you going to do next?" Agnes asked suddenly.

"Next... Granville's affairs have basically been resolved. Next, I may have to go to the Orc Territory." Ron thought for a moment and replied, "I may stop in the Spang Theocracy for a while."

This time, the initial goal of returning to Granville was to kill Apu.

Later, there was another one, Saving Dolores.

Now that both goals have been accomplished, it is time to move forward with the original plan.

Unfortunately, Holt failed to kill him completely, and eventually three clones of the old man escaped. These three clones might have caused considerable trouble to Dolores. It would have been better if Arianna had not gone into seclusion.

Agnes' eyes rolled around: "Are you going to look for that fox girl?"

"Jealous?"

"You know, I'm not that kind of woman, but... take me with you."

“It’s natural.”

Agnes's lips immediately curled up into a faint smile.

She never cared how many women were around her lover. This was normal in the Dusk Continent. Outstanding men would always be favored by more women. For example, Holt alone had hundreds of princesses, and her husband was even better than Holt.

…

A-choo!

One of Holt's clones suddenly sneezed hard, touched his nose with his fingers, and felt a strong itch on the tip of his nose. His face was even more suspicious. Who missed him? Well, it doesn't matter.

Holt's clone quickly suppressed the thoughts in his mind. Recalling the previous scenes, Holt's clone's face quickly became gloomy.

hateful.

He thought he had received the gift of fate and became the son of destiny. He had reached the peak of legendary strength and had powerful equipment to protect himself. He was afraid that no one in this Dusk Continent could be his opponent. But who could have thought that his confident sneak attack on Ron would end up with such an outcome.

This made Holt's clone extremely jealous of Ron.

He is the son of destiny, what right does that idiot have? But now is not the time to think about these things. Holt looked around and saw that he was already outside Adams City.

He must reunite with the remaining two clones as soon as possible and become one again. Although the clone technique is powerful, it is not invincible and has many flaws.

One of them is that once the clones are separated from each other for too long, they may develop their own will... This situation is not what Holt originally wanted to see.

Damn it, if I had known earlier I wouldn’t have separated and escaped.

The clone muttered to himself, frowning tightly. He suddenly realized that the jungle seemed to be too quiet. There was no sound from the birds or insects. Only the occasional breeze could bring about the rustling sound of leaves.

Suddenly, the clone saw a shadow slowly approaching from behind.

He frowned slightly, turned around suddenly, and a familiar face that looked exactly like his came into view.

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

The clone immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It was another clone.

But why is there a little scarlet around his mouth? Was he injured in the previous battle? After all, this clone was fighting against Christian.

Even if it was the original body, it would be difficult to defeat this great saint, let alone the clone which only had 80% of its strength. It was normal for it to be injured.

"Great, let's merge quickly. If we take too long, there might be trouble." Clone No. 1 exhaled and said slowly.

The second clone grinned and nodded, revealing a mouth full of bloodshot teeth.

Clone No. 1 didn't think too much about it. After getting the consent of Clone No. 2, he immediately nodded, then stretched out his hand and closed his eyes.

Then... huh...

A sound of wind.

The clone number two pounced directly on the clone number one, opened its bloody mouth, and bit the clone number one's neck.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle…

Accompanied by strong sucking and swallowing sounds, the body of clone No. 1 quickly shrank.

The intense pain made Clone No. 1's eyes suddenly widen, and his body began to struggle desperately. However, once he fell into a disadvantage, it would be extremely difficult to break free. What's more, what was swallowed up was not only his blood, but also... bone marrow, flesh, and even strength.

The strength of the struggle is getting weaker and weaker.

The light in his eyes became dimmer and dimmer.

A few seconds later, the body of clone No. 1 shook violently, and then there was no movement.

Below the dry head, there seemed to be only two pieces of human skin left, floating in the wind.

Raising his sleeve casually to wipe the sticky blood from the corner of his mouth, Holt's expression became more sinister and distorted. His originally wrinkled face seemed to be several years younger, and even the spell on his face seemed to have relaxed a lot.

"This clone tastes really good..." Clone No. 2 made a strange sound, hoarse and sharp.

He seemed to be talking to himself.

But right behind him, an old man with a hunched body, haggard body, dressed in tattered linen clothes, and looking like he was about to die, had appeared.

The old man had a gray mask on his face. "The taste of the clone is indeed quite wonderful."

Chapter 3 　　 　 (End of this chapter)