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

The person you love deeply dies?

A gust of cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and a dense layer of small pimples appeared on the skin all over his body.

Ron's eyes drifted to Irelia, who was studying the chants opposite. Irelia, who was concentrating, was even more attractive. Her body seemed to be covered with a layer of crystal white light, as if the goddess had descended into the world.

Temptation disappears, but holiness remains.

Feeling the sight, Irelia raised her head and glanced at Ron, her cheeks a little shy.

Ron's throat moved slightly, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and lowered his head again.

Irelia, who was opposite, saw Ron's appearance and was thoughtful.

Just when Ron was about to continue thinking along this line, he suddenly felt a rustling movement.

hiss!

Immediately afterwards, he gasped suddenly and leaned back subconsciously.

At the same time, his eyes instinctively looked around.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. It was already late at night. In the entire library, apart from Ron and Irelia, there was only one administrator sitting at the counter, lying on the table and sleeping lazily.

He stared at the administrator twice more, and after making sure that the administrator would not wake up, he looked away and looked under the table in front of him.

Irelia, who was originally sitting opposite, had slipped under the table at some point.

The long silver hair is rippling gently with the movement of the head.

"Irelia, what did you..." Ron exhaled heavily.

He had to use all his strength to endure the waves of stimulation that washed over his soul like a tsunami.

"You couldn't help it, didn't you want it?" Irelia stopped temporarily, glanced at Ron charmingly, and murmured in a low voice.

Her pretty face was burning, and her heart was agitated.

Even Irelia could not imagine that she would do such a bold thing in the church library.

However, as long as it is for Ron, Irelia is willing to do anything. She can see that Ron's shoulders bear an unimaginable weight. Maybe she can't share it, but she can make Ron get enough. Release and rest.

On the other side, the sense of rebellious blasphemy made Irelia both fearful and excited.

She felt that she seemed to be becoming more and more wild.

But this kind of dissoluteness would only be shown in front of Ron.

As for Ron, the expression on his face was even more innocent.

When did he say he couldn't help it anymore? He just glanced at Irelia, and then swallowed because of the fear in his heart...

Could it be that just because of this swallowing of saliva, Irelia thought she couldn't help it?

For a moment, Ron's forehead was covered with black lines.

What is going on in this woman's mind that leads to this wrong perception?

While he was trying to stay rational in the cracks, he wanted to stop Irelia from continuing, but he really couldn't bear it in his heart. He was immersed in the dilemma, and it was really uncomfortable... He was shaking all over from the discomfort.

His fingers caressed Irelia's silky silver hair, and he couldn't help but wonder, where did Irelia learn this?

"While you were staying in the library, I left for a while." Seemingly sensing Ron's doubts, Irelia muttered vaguely: "I went to find Sister Cecilia. I learned it from my sister.”

Irelia glanced at Ron charmingly and lowered her head again.

In the huge library, the expression on Ron's face changed from time to time.

His consciousness seemed to float to the clouds, his thoughts were divergent as never before, and all kinds of messy thoughts came to his mind at this moment.

I don’t know what that guy Herman is doing now? Speaking of which, I haven't seen Herman for three days and I miss him so much.

Without seeing Herman, I always feel that there is a lot of fun missing in life.

Irelia's favorability towards him didn't seem to have improved much.

Gold medal assistance is indeed indispensable.

…

On the other hand, Herman's situation is quite delicate.

With the best pastor in the church, it would be difficult for Herman to die even if he wanted to.

For three days, Hermann never entered the church and hid in his room.

From time to time, in the house with the doors and windows closed, screams like wounded beasts could be heard. The smell of blood filled the room, and traces of scarlet were stuck to the quilts and sheets everywhere.

The clothes on Herman's body were torn apart one by one by his sharp claws.

Even the skin on the chest and back was covered with hideous cracks, and blood gurgled out.

It was as if Herman was trying to dig something out of his body.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Herman, who had been in a state of madness, finally calmed down. He looked silently at the table, where there was a portrait of Irelia.

A crazy smile gradually appeared on the twisted face covered with blood: "Irelia... you are mine!"

His consciousness was in incomprehensible confusion.

He wanted to kill Irelia with his own hands.

But he desperately longs for Irelia.

…

Is this what Virgil calls a weekend break?

Sure enough, he didn't hate this kind of rest.

Ron's body trembled, and his brain entered an unprecedented ethereal state.

In the game, Irelia began to collapse because of Herman's abandonment, and because of the destruction of Larnaca City, she saw too much pain and death, but she was unable to save her and her spirit was on the verge of reaching its limit. In the end, he was caught by the surviving clergy and announced that it was Irelia's infidelity, which provoked punishment from the goddess, completely pushing Irelia into despair.

Although the world line is changing now, the general direction will not be too abnormal.

Perhaps, it was because of the closure of the world line that his relationship with Irelia had developed rapidly in this short period of time. Was Herman's assist just a pawn that had been arranged by the world line?

And he would not take the initiative to do anything to hurt Irelia. He didn't have anything happen to Cecilia, and even if something did happen, Irelia said she didn't care. So, perhaps only his death can push Irelia into despair and activate Irelia's bloodline.

The more Irelia favors him, the closer he is to death.

Then, the time when he is most likely to die should be... when the city of Larnaca is destroyed.

And the butcher knife used to kill him may be Herman who has completely transformed into a black beast!

Ron died, Larnaca City was destroyed, and it was devastated and bloody. No matter how firm Irelia's will was, it would definitely collapse.

In this way, the world line that was once reversed will return to its original track.

Deducing the time of his death, it was obviously a very dangerous and terrible thing, but instead of being afraid, Ron was even a little excited.

He caught the tail of fate.

Having to fight against fate, this feeling is really exciting.

As for how to break the situation... Ron already has some ideas in his mind.

He could choose to leave Larnaca City, but it shouldn't be that smooth.

Perhaps we can investigate from Herman, investigate where Herman has been and what he has come into contact with in the past two days, find out the source of the parasitism of the young eggs, and prevent the spread of the black beast from the source.

It is even possible to find out who is behind all this behind Herman?

The well-behaved and docile Irelia has helped Ron organize everything and finally got out.

The little face is bulging.

She looked around, but didn't find a suitable place. This library was very unqualified. There was no trash can or anything like that.

Helplessly, the slender neck squirmed slightly.

Ron's spirit trembled slightly, and the slight fatigue and confusion disappeared completely in an instant. This action of Irelia is really too lethal, especially considering the identity of Sister Irelia, and even the future White Saint.

The instant stimulation made Ron's whole body feel hot.

Realizing that Ron was staring at her, Irelia gave Ron a charming look, and then a layer of red clouds appeared on her pretty face.

She wanted to pry open her little head to see what was inside.

This is a church.

Irelia was filled with annoyance at the thought of once again blaspheming the goddess, and then glared at Ron again.

Ron was speechless, it was obviously you who took the initiative, why is it now our fault?

Is it so unreasonable?

Of course, Ron knew very well that trying to reason with a woman was the absolute stupidest thing to do.

"How do you feel now?" After a while, Irelia finally seemed to have recovered a little, and then she asked.

Ron smiled softly: "Thanks to you, I can see a lot of things clearly."

After a brief pause, Ron stood up: "Let's go, there's no need to stay in the library anymore."

"Where to go?" Irelia asked casually.

Just open your mouth and you can smell Ron.

Although she didn't hate it, she still had to go back and brush her teeth early. Otherwise, it would be very embarrassing if other nuns noticed it.

"Let's go to your place." Ron stretched hard: "That guy Virgil said that the church's room is a bit tight right now, and he hasn't arranged a place for me yet."

Ron's eyes swept over Irelia's slim figure. The slightly tight nun's uniform highlighted her flat belly and the attractive outline of her legs.

"The night is still long."

Chapter 1 in the early morning. It’s the last day of the month. If you have tickets, don’t hide them.