As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

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

Ron would have no reservations about someone like Mallory.

The broken glass shards flew in all directions under the impact of the explosion, and the speed almost reached the limit in a short time. There is no doubt that Mallory is very strong. Although he is a pervert, he is also a very good person. The magician, but at such a close distance, faced with the glass shards sliding at high speed, even Mallory had no chance to escape.

He didn't even have time to hold up the shield.

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

Sharp glass shards shot densely into Mallory's eyes.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Mallory raised his right hand and covered his eyes.

But, it was too late, scarlet blood streaks were dripping from under his palm.

Three shards of glass were embedded in the left eye. Although the eyeball was instantly damaged, it was still possible to heal.

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

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.

Not even Psalm can save this right eye!

Wasted! !

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

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

He looked at Lidya not far away. The undead witch's eyes had become a little confused, and the beautiful nasal sounds of "Uh-huh" kept coming from the wings of her nose.

Her cheeks were crimson and her body was trembling slightly. The scene before her eyes gave the Undead Witch an extremely strong impact. It was completely different from the feeling she had experienced through consciousness manipulation. She wanted to escape, but her legs were like nails. Still motionless.

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 Lidya's little movements. He smiled and waved to Lidya.

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 arrived in front of Ron, Ron grabbed Yingying's waist and occupied Lidya's lips with his big mouth.

Lidya's beautiful eyes suddenly widened: "Uh-huh..."

A nice sound came from Sakura's lips.

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

The eyes of the undead witch were as blurry as silk in an instant!

The blessing of the god of love is 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 that Lidya was delicate and petite, but unexpectedly, Lidya acted even crazier than Charlene.

Maybe, this is the witch?

He had to admit that the taste of the witch was truly ecstasy.

At this moment, both Charlene and Lydia were exhausted and fell asleep after occupying Ron's bed. Ron, on the other hand, was in high spirits and did not look tired at all.

He couldn't sleep.

I originally wanted to strengthen the equipment on Charlene and Lidya, but I couldn't bear to wake up the two women who had just woken up.

Forget it, let’s talk about it tomorrow.

Ron stretched his arms vigorously and looked into the distance. Speaking of which, the special magic mark he left had exploded just now.

Ron has made an exquisite design for this magic mark. It will only be triggered when Mallory's magic is sensed, so there is no need to worry about accidentally hurting innocent people.

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

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

Ron had tried it before. The destructive power of the magic mark explosion was probably about the same as the steel balls sprayed from a shotgun. As long as it didn't hit particularly vulnerable places like the eyeballs at close range, it shouldn't cause much harm to Mallory. s damage.

I hope that after this guy has learned his lesson, he will be more honest and stop coming here to cause trouble.

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

Looking out the window again, Ron changed his clothes, jumped up, and jumped from the seventh floor.

the other side.

On the train, Mallory's screams could be heard.

"Damn it, please be gentle, damn, 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 voice sounded like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

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

And every time he pulled off a piece, Mallory let out an earth-shattering howl. Every burst of severe pain made the hatred in Mallory's chest become stronger and stronger.

There is no way, if you don't get these glass shards out, even if you use the healing magic scroll to heal the left eye, it will be useless. The glass slag is still wrapped in the eyeball, which will make it 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 sneeze!

A gust of cold wind blew, and Ron sneezed suddenly as he landed downstairs.

He pulled up 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. After all, it was chilly outside, and a coat couldn't provide much warmth to Ifrit.

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 reverse Ifrit's hatred for all mankind. Ifrit destroyed the giants, surrendered the orcs, enslaved the elves, and even destroyed the human country. Ron did not care at all, but he must increase the number of Ifrit. Feeling good about yourself.

The methods may be shameless.

At this moment, Ifrit has just experienced the disaster and pain of the death of the dragon clan and the death of all her relatives. She also has to endure the pursuit of humans, beasts, elves and masters from major churches. This is the moment when she is most vulnerable and fearful. The most 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.

Even if you have to bear the cold looks, ridicule and expulsion from others.

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 a weak point.

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, just turned around and left quietly.

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

Perhaps because she hasn't spoken for a long time, Ifrit's articulation is not clear, and can even be said to be quite bad.

"Why?" Ron smiled: "Just think that I am kind-hearted occasionally. I am not usually like this."

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

The vigilance is quite high.

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

He looked Ifrit up and down a little brazenly, then held his chin and said, "I'm very curious, what is there about you that can arouse my interest?"

"Your body?"

"Well, this may not be very gentlemanly, but you should have seen some of 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. In her fully human form, I am even more beautiful and sexy than the female companions around you.

She didn't realize that when facing Ron, her spirit seemed to be more active than before, far less lifeless than 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 comes Chapter 4, there will be more later.

Chapter 159 Bathing with the Dragon Girl (5)

Ron's tough attitude made Ifrit a little unhappy.

She turned her head to the side a little stubbornly, not wanting to talk to Ron.

But, as I said before, Ifrit's body was very honest. Ron didn't do anything. He just looked at Ifrit with a slight smile. After about three seconds, Ifrit finally stood up.

Ron's previous guess about Ifrit was very close to reality. Her situation was very bad... no, it was even worse.

Ifrit is the only giant dragon that does not live in the Dragon Nest. She lives outside the Dragon Nest. Although she was not wiped out by the raging impact, she was also affected and her injuries were very serious. She could not even function normally. The body could no longer maintain its shape and became as small as it is now.

Of course, compared to the fellow dragons who were ruined in an instant and even destroyed in both body and soul, Ifrit was already lucky.

Her magic circuit is still in chaos.

It wasn't that she didn't dare to use magic to fight back that damn waiter and expel the coldness from her body, but she simply couldn't do it.

She does not live in the deep mountains and old forests not only because experts from all races have been searching the mountains and forests near Dragon Valley, but also because, in the mountains and forests, she may be attacked by monsters at any time. After many twists and turns, Ifrit's We just sneaked into Adams. Although this place is the core of Granville and the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, it is a mixed bag of fish and dragons. It is even harder to be discovered in a place like this.

After all, no one would believe that the remaining dragon clan would lurk in the human lair when facing pursuit.

Moreover, there are leftovers here. Although it is a shame for the dragon, it can survive after all.

However, Adams is closer to the north than Larnaca.

Moreover, it is now fully autumn.

The weather is getting colder and colder. It's really uncomfortable to sleep outside all night without using magic power to maintain body temperature and resist the low temperature.

The worst thing is that cockroaches, rats, and mosquitoes don't seem to be affected by the temperature at all. It feels really bad to crawl around everywhere.

Ifrit will never forget how she spent these hundreds of days wandering. How many times she slept in the same bed with mice, how many times she opened her eyes to find cockroaches crawling on her face, and how many times she was bitten by mosquitoes. Covered with bags.

The man in front of me gave him bread and milk, as well as clothes and blankets. He was a good man, not a bad guy.

As a noble dragon, she should accept the sacrifices of the beloved with peace of mind.

Ifrit made an excuse for herself in her little mind.

Ron didn't expose Ifrit's strength, he just smiled and then stretched out his hand towards Ifrit.

After a brief hesitation, Ifrit stretched out her little hand. When she was about to touch it, she hesitated a little and subconsciously retracted her arm, but in the end she still placed her dirty little hand on Ron's palm. .

As Ron moved his lips, a whirlwind appeared beside Ron and Ifrit, carrying the two of them and rushing to the seventh floor.

In the room, Charlene and Lydia were still sleeping soundly, their faces calm but flushed. Their rosy complexion made them even more attractive. No one knew what they were thinking about in their sleep, and their bodies twitched from time to time.

Just by taking a glance, Ifrit knew what had happened here before.

There were also some torn pieces of clothes and stockings scattered on the ground.

There is a special smell in the air.

Ifrit knew that it was the smell that the male dragon would only release during its fertilization period. This was really a filthy human being.

Ron waved his hand and set up a soundproof barrier beside Lidya and Charlene's bed, and then looked at Ifrit: "Want to take a bath? That's the bathroom over there."

Ifrit quietly watched Ron's actions. Although this man was a playboy, he was very fond of his woman. She didn't say much, and with a body that was even smaller than Lucia's, she walked in the direction of Ron's finger.

Soon, some dark and tattered clothes with countless fleas buried inside were thrown out of the bathroom.

Ron picked it up and threw it out the window.