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

Ron even doubted, was this really the White Saint of the future?

Rather, more like a witch?

Ron could feel the throbbing in his chest. His hand seemed to be attracted by a magnet and landed on Irelia's heart, unable to move away at all.

Indulge yourself, go crazy?

But...if this was really a trap created by World Line Convergence, wouldn't he just jump into the trap?

Moreover, judging from the process of conquering Irelia in the game, if you choose to accept it at this time, although you can kiss Fangze, if you want to completely conquer Irelia, you will basically fail.

The tasks released by the system, complete guide, should not only be as simple as getting Irelia's first blood.

Finally, relying on his strong will, Ron resisted the temptation of gravity and pushed Irelia away a little bit.

In an instant, Ron could see that Irelia's already empty eyes became darker and darker, as if the last life was about to disappear.

Is this the real trap?

Ron took a deep breath. He didn't have much time to think. He grabbed Irelia's shoulders and forced her to look into his eyes. "Ms. Irelia, don't doubt it. You are very charming."

"I believe that no man can remain indifferent when facing you."

"I also want to have some deeper communication with you, but not in your current state. I want more than just your body..."

"I can roughly understand what you are thinking now, but Miss Irelia, Herman's abandonment of you is not the reason for you to torture yourself."

Irelia stared at Ron blankly. Compared to her fiancée who she had been with for more than ten years, this man who she once feared cared about her more.

There was actually a hint of light in the amber eyes.

[Beep, the system prompts that Irelia's favorability towards you has increased by ten. The current favorability towards you is sixty, which is a level of intimacy! 】

In the intimacy and favorability stage, you can already make some special requests to the opposite sex, such as kissing and physical contact. If the method is clever enough, it is not impossible to have sex.

After a long while, Irelia burst into laughter: "Huh, you are really a cunning man. I find that I really like you a little bit."

"But, don't you really want to consider it? If you miss this opportunity, you'll never have it again." Irelia blinked and tilted her head to look at Ron.

Leprechaun!

Irelia seems to have recovered a little, but not completely. At this moment, Irelia is still on the verge of collapse.

Ron smiled and said, "Go back, Irelia, and tell the church everything. If your situation remains unchanged after you prove your innocence, then I hope to be invited by you again."

"I promise, next time, I will never refuse."

Irelia lowered her eyelids, not knowing what she was thinking about. After a few seconds, she suddenly raised her head, looked at Ron, took a step forward, and her pretty cheek almost touched Ron's chest.

Ron took a step back as the fragrant wind hit him.

"What about you?"

"There is always a way to endure it." Ron shrugged, and if it didn't work out, he would return to his old profession. He has been a craftsman for more than ten years, and his skills have not yet fallen off.

"That's it..."

She suddenly stretched out her hand and pushed on Ron's chest. Unexpectedly, Ron's body fell to the ground on his back.

Then, Irelia was seen lifting her right leg, and the torn hem of her nun's uniform slid down her slender long legs.

The fair skin shimmers with a frosty luster and has graceful curves, like the most exquisite work of art.

She bent her slender waist and took off her cloth boots and socks, revealing her white porcelain feet. The magic flow caused a ball of water to wrap around her little feet.

The slowly surging water slides through every gap in the jade feet.

When the clear water dispersed, only some water drops were left hanging on the instep and toes, like crystal clear dewdrops on the petals.

It is a picture filled with temptation, yet it is permeated with an indescribable holiness.

The five hundred Dawn Knights didn't care about her, and her fiancé didn't care about her... Now Irelia just wanted to help the only person who cared about her solve his troubles.

She needed some stimulation to soothe the pain in her chest.

Amber eyes looked at Ron, her lips parted slightly: "Do you want me to help you?"

Irelia's little feet are really beautiful. The round instep is like smooth white jade, and the exquisite toes are like freshly peeled grapes.

Ron must make it clear that he is really not a football player.

He doesn't like to be stepped on. Anyone who likes to be stepped on must be a pervert.

Although Irelia's feet are really beautiful, the toes and soles are connected to the ankles, forming an attractive and psychedelic arc!

……

call!

At this moment, there was only one thought left in Ron's mind:

"This guy Herman is truly the best wingman, the strongest supporter, and one of a kind."

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Chapter 9 Little Heizi (1)

Ron likes to be proactive, but he also doesn't dislike being passive.

It was obvious that Irelia had no experience. But Ron's clumsy movements still brought strong stimulation.

He thanked Herman in his heart. This was all due to Herman!

In fact, after traveling here, his contact with Irelia was very brief. It could even be said to be the beginning of a collapse of heaven. Even if there were some twists later, it would definitely not be much. What he said to Irelia was even more There are very few, but with Herman's background, Irelia's favorability towards him has been soaring.

Ron was even more glad that he didn't kill Herman. This guy would continue to provide assists until he completely defeated Irelia.

Hiss...hoo...

Ron made a strange sound and looked at Irelia. The holiness of a nun and the temptation of a witch were perfectly combined in Irelia.

Listening to Ron's voice, Irelia became more gentle.

……

A sneeze!

On Bruno Street in the early morning, the sun has not yet fully risen, and the sky is gray and somewhat depressing.

But for the lower class poor living here, a day has already begun. The streets are crowded with messy, low and dilapidated houses, the polluted air is mixed with all kinds of sounds, people wearing tattered clothes come and go, with numb expressions like puppets.

The permeating smell of corruption made Herman frown slightly as he left the courtyard and returned to the church. He didn't like this place. This place was not worthy of his status. He seemed to be irritated by this smell and sneezed violently.

Herman touched the back of his neck inexplicably. He always felt a little cold on the back of his neck. Who the damn bastard was saying bad things about me behind my back?

The sky has turned a layer of fish belly white, and the night is about to pass.

The temperature in the early morning was the lowest, a cold wind blew by, and something fell on my head.

Herman stretched out his hand and fumbled around. It was a green leaf, green and shiny.

The leaves that shouldn't be falling at this moment are withering at this moment!

It's like a sign!

He threw the leaves away casually, feeling a little irritable.

Looking back, the previous attitude toward Irelia seemed a bit too bad. After all, Irelia was kidnapped... In other words, Irelia was just a simple victim.

However, when he thought about it, his fiancée was abducted by the Eternal Freedom Sect, and was treated like this and that by that damn bastard Ron. All kinds of difficult actions appeared uncontrollably in Herman's mind.

As his fiancé, he also lost face because of this. From then on, he would inevitably become the laughing stock of many clergymen and nobles. The slight guilt in Herman's heart suddenly disappeared.

All that's left is unquenchable hatred.

His face became more and more ferocious, and his eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes.

Why did this damn bitch swallow her tongue and kill herself the moment she was no longer caught? She should die to protect his dignity!

As for Ron, he must die.

Herman quickened his pace. He wanted to call stronger reinforcements from the church branch. Only by killing Ron completely could the resentment in his heart be relieved.

The hat that has been stuck on his head can be taken off a little.

As for Irelia...

Although she has lost her virginity, she still looks good and has a good figure. She is no longer qualified to be his wife, but she can still be a lover.

Being able to become his mistress is already a great honor for Irelia. This is his tolerance for her.

……

The effect of the magic potion has been released a little.

In the courtyard.

Irelia has rearranged her clothes, shoes and socks. Her expression is no longer crazy, but has returned to calmness and indifference, as if the madness just now has really released some of the pressure.

The air was filled with the scent of flowers.

The amber eyes were no longer as empty as before, looking at Ron who was also sorting out his clothes. The silence around her was a little unbearable for Irelia: "Don't you have anything to say?"

"What do you want to say?" Ron raised his eyebrows:

"Next time, can you put on a pair of stockings?"

call!

Irelia was discouraged for a while. Such an answer was something she never expected.

A few seconds passed, and Irelia glanced at Ron quietly: "Do you like stockings?"

"I like..." Ron shrugged: "You know, I am a very philanthropic person. I like stockings, but I don't just like stockings!"

"I just want to experience a different feeling, do you understand?"

Irelia exhaled helplessly: "I just realized that you are really a bastard."

"Thank you for the compliment." Ron said indifferently.

After all, the character he plays is a villain.

Irelia was speechless: "Who praised you? Don't even think about a next time. Just dream, there won't be a second time."

Ron didn't care. This kind of thing would happen once, twice, and three times. He was not in a hurry.

After a pause, Irelia looked at Ron again, biting her lower lip with her white teeth:

"I'm leaving," Irelia said.

Ron nodded.

The quiet courtyard was filled with unbearable embarrassment. Ron was helpless. It would be better if Herman was here.

As long as Herman was here, the atmosphere would never be so bad. This very talented guy will definitely think of some way to stimulate Irelia, so that Irelia's favorability towards him will increase again.

Although it might be a little cruel for Hermann to watch his fiancée serving him with his own eyes, it might also be quite exciting.

As Ron watched, Irelia left.

In the shoes, it feels a little bad.

As soon as they arrived at Bruno Street, a deserted place, Irelia could no longer control herself. She suddenly squatted down, covering her face with her hands. The blush spread down her neck and cheeks, and even her ears were red.

It was as if there was steam coming out of my head.

Oh, here comes the goddess of dawn.

She must be crazy, otherwise, how could she do such a blasphemous act?

It was fine before, but after it was over, a strong sense of shame suddenly came up. Irelia also didn't expect that the scene between a nun and a priest that she inadvertently saw would be so shameful in reality.

Ouch.

A very beautiful cry came from his mouth.

"Irelia, you are really a madman!"

……

Ron also let out a breath and glanced at the sky. Night had passed.

He turned back to the room and found the followers of the Eternal Freedom Sect.