The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

Along with the violent energy fluctuations, a familiar voice of Ron echoed throughout the black and white world.

"You're already here, why don't you come and see me?"

Although there was no emotion in the voice, Ron could still tell who it came from.

"Bleach me, Goddess of Death?!"

The corners of Ron's mouth twitched slightly, and he stared blankly at the Tongtian Avenue in front of him.

The massive black energy of death slowly opened a path for him directly to the tall tower in the center of the black and white world.

All the giant undead skeletons along the way retreated to both sides and fell to the ground respectfully.

Apparently, that's where the Goddess of Death lives.

I should have thought of it earlier.

Since this is the Realm of the Dead, then of course, who else can its owner be except the goddess of death who claims that the [Field of the Dead] is her home? !

"Ahem, I suddenly remembered that there is something urgent at home."

"My eighty-year-old bedridden mother and her little baby who is waiting for me to be fed are still waiting for me to come home to breastfeed. I won't disturb you, and I will leave now~"

Ron looked at the tall tower in the distance, smiled awkwardly and explained a few words, then turned around and ran away.

While turning around and running away, he instantly attached all his protective power to the dragon wings, bursting out at an unprecedented speed!

Slipping away

"Am I crazy to come here, and see that old woman in death? What a ghost!"

Even if he has been promoted to a demigod, Ron would never want to do such a thing as meeting a god with at least great divine power outside the main plane.

As Ron flapped his wings and ran wildly, he recalled the image of the Goddess of Death kicking the god half to death, and he became more determined to run away.

Although the goddess of death had always had a good attitude towards him when she appeared before, and she was very friendly.

But this is also one of the most dangerous manifestations!

Don’t forget, this person claims to be the incarnation of death.

Although it's a bit narcissistic to say so

But Ron boasted that most of the dragons or gods who had seen his true form would be attracted by the extreme beauty.

Dragons such as Succubus Queen Malkanthet and Shirley are good examples.

What if this goddess of death likes herself too much and doesn’t want her to leave here?

Thinking of that situation, Ron's scalp went numb and he wanted to run back to Karen immediately and go home and sleep.

He sprinted out of the Realm of the Dead while trying various teleportation spells to get out of here.

Then

Ron looked at the woman in black who suddenly appeared in front of him and quickly stopped.

It stopped less than ten centimeters between the slender dragon kiss and the towering peak of the Death Goddess.

"Little Ron, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Looking at the white-haired lady in front of her who was wearing a black and white velvet robe, pajamas, and a black hat, with an expressionless face.

Ron gave the other party a standard French military salute simply and neatly.

"Cough, cough, cough, sister Death, why are you out here~~"

"It's so windy outside, look, your snow-white and silky hair has been blown around and messed up."

"I really don't want to run away, I just want to go home and find you a hair tie to tie my hair~~"

At this time, Ron smiled flatteringly and looked at the goddess of death saying words that no one would believe.

"Really? Then I also want to thank little Ron for his concern?"

The goddess of death looked at the rainbow dragon in front of her with her mouth full of trains, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth and chuckle.

Her facial features are very delicate, her skin is as white as milk, her silky long hair is as shiny as silk, and her whole body has the rich mature beauty unique to a royal sister.

Ron's scalp felt numb as he looked at the smiling goddess of death standing in front of him.

His mouth is now stiff, his smile is uglier than crying, and he is complaining crazily in his mind:

"It's great!"

"What is the Shining Death Star?"

"The genuine goddess of death in front of me is smiling at me!"

The goddess of death didn't say anything, she just tilted her head and looked at Ron, her pure black pupils reflecting the figure of the emerald green dragon.

The long pure white hair moved without any wind, and a few strands even drifted onto Ron's dragon kiss.

A peculiar scent penetrated Ron's nostrils along his hair, making his nose itchy. He wanted to sneeze but was afraid that his actions would annoy the boss in front of him.

"I don't know what brand of shampoo this great master usually uses. Why does his hair smell so good?"

Ron thought to himself.

“I used bluebell liquid~~”

Death Goddess responded with a smile.

"oh."

Ron answered subconsciously, but then he realized something was wrong.

He opened his eyes wide, looked at the snickering goddess of death, and asked in disbelief:

"You, can you hear what I'm thinking?"

The goddess of death nodded and generously admitted the fact that she had eavesdropped on Ron's thoughts.

"Yes, this is my domain. Even if Ai Ou comes in person, I will eavesdrop on his thoughts~~~"

Then she muttered again:

"So that guy never dared to come to my field to chat with me."

Hearing this, Ron's pupils shrank slightly.

I seem to have heard some big secret?

Is the creator god of the star world, the creator of the dragon clan, the ancestor of all dragons, and the so-called Nine-faced Dragon God still alive?

"No, he died a long time ago. The grass on the grave is probably this high."

The goddess of death measured the height with her hands up and down, then turned to look at Ron, winked playfully, and replied with a smile.

Ron looked at her speechlessly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

He didn't say a word just now, he was thinking in his heart. He was just using the clairvoyance device to play with his mind, right?

"Can you please stop eavesdropping on my thoughts?"

"That's very rude."

Ron said helplessly.

This feeling of being peeped into his privacy really made Long unhappy.

If he hadn't been unable to defeat him, he would have

Ahem, stop it, don’t think about this!

Ron forcibly stopped the "battle" images he wanted to recall in his mind, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I didn't think about some outrageous things, such as the goddess of death's big white legs.

"Idiot, stop it! Don't even think about it!"

Ron cursed himself in his mind while quietly checking the reaction of the goddess of death.

"Oh, okay~~"

To Ron's surprise, the big boss nodded obediently, and then stopped talking, as if he had really turned off the ability to listen to other people's voices.

"Are you so good?"

"No way? Is the goddess of death still a natural idiot?"

Ron thought for a moment subconsciously, then suddenly realized something and quickly looked at the goddess of death nervously.

Nine-colored pupils and black eyes looked at each other.

"Huh? What are you looking at?"

The goddess of death tilted her head and looked at Ron suspiciously.

Seeing the confused look on his face, Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll just take a look."

He laughed, and after careful observation, he confirmed that the other party really kept his promise and did not activate the ability to eavesdrop.

Think about it too. 11

For a conceptual god like the Goddess of Death who is firmly established in great power or even a higher level, what is the benefit of deceiving herself into a small iridescent dragon?

Looking at the innocent goddess of death, I thought about my rebellious thoughts just now.

Out of guilt, Ron said smoothly:

"Um, isn't it nice of me to always call you Sister Death? Can I know your name?"

After saying this, Ron wanted to punch himself in his heart.

"Ron, Ron! What the hell are you talking about! Shouldn't you be thinking of finding an excuse to run away? Why are you still chatting with me!"

The goddess of death didn't think so much. She lowered her head and thought for a while, and then said:

"Hmm, I don't seem to have a name?"

"They called me death from the moment I was born, so death is probably my name."

"If you don't like this name, little Ron."

"Oh, oh, death is good, it sounds nice."

Ron responded with an awkward smile, while quietly thinking about what excuses he should find to leave this big boss.

This person really put too much pressure on him.

I can't see the surrounding group of undead creatures that are taller than the Titans. They are still kneeling and don't dare to raise their heads.

Moreover, after the arrival of the goddess of death, the souls of the two sphinxes in the heart were like eggplants beaten by frost - straight away.

"Then let's go home. I've prepared tea for little Ron~"

"Oh, that's good."

"Huh? What are you preparing for?"

Ron nodded subconsciously, and then suddenly realized that something was not right about this conversation.

"etc."

Looking at the excited white-haired sister opposite, before Ron could shout, the surrounding environment blurred for an instant.

Then a person and a dragon appeared in a spacious black and white bedroom.

Ron looked at the unfamiliar ceiling above his head and sighed helplessly.

The way home is getting farther and farther.

I hope I can catch the auction at the Dragon Tavern when I go back.

Otherwise, the little golden dragon who pays attention to promises will be so angry that he will grind his teeth and complain all day long about breaking the promise.

Um? Does that sound good?

"But was the way of movement just now the power of the field?"

Ron recalled the instantaneous transformation of the surrounding space just now.

You must know that he did not feel any divine power or magic fluctuations, and was directly transferred to this place.

If you want to kill a dragon.

Well, it seems that if the other party wants to kill me, it doesn't have to be so troublesome. It can be solved by just losing his mind.

Ron shook his head to drive away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and then looked around curiously.

The black and white bedroom I am in is spacious, bright and simply decorated. There is only a suspended metal clothes rack in the entire bedroom, a double bed covered with a white plush blanket, and a classic wooden rectangular table with a mirror.

Apart from this, there is no other furniture.

Everything looked very neat and organized.

The white-haired lady took off her pointed hat and black robe, revealing the plain white dress underneath. Her plump figure made the dress very three-dimensional.

This dress does not look like a medieval style, but rather has a hint of the fashion style of Ron's previous life.

"Welcome to the Death Tower. This is where I usually rest. Little Ron, you are the first living being to come here as a guest in the past three universe years."

She casually hung her coat and hat on the hanging hangers, suppressed her excitement, and turned to look in the mirror.

A girl in only black and white is reflected in the mirror.

She picked up a round instrument similar to a comb and gently combed her long hair, while muttering something inaudible.

That beautiful face looks a little strange when rendered in the monotonous colors of black and white.

"Really? Then I am really 'lucky'"

Ron looked at the weird atmosphere in front of him and secretly felt happy.

Fortunately, this is the home of the goddess of death, so there is no need to worry about any ghosts crawling out of the mirror.

Speaking of which, she should be the biggest ghost in horror stories, right?

The white-haired elder sister tied her waist-length hair behind her back, shook her head slightly, and then arranged her hair more neatly.

Ron looked at her perfect profile and graceful body, and couldn't help but marvel:

This sister of death is so beautiful that among all the gods and people I have seen so far, no one can compare with her in appearance.

Well, I can just barely be three points more beautiful than her~~~

The appearance of the goddess of death is very simple, and she can change into a home-style outfit in less than ten minutes.

After all, she doesn't need to put on makeup for an hour or more like ordinary women.

The white dress danced without the wind, and her long, silky hair blocked Ron's prying eyes.

The goddess of death stretched out her arms to gently stretch her beautiful body, while looking at Ron and asking curiously.

"By the way, what did you say you were waiting for?"

"No, it's nothing. I just wanted to say that we can wait and walk slowly to see the surrounding scenery."

"Oh, I thought you wanted to run away again~ Don't worry, I will take you to visit my house after finishing today's tea. This should be your first time here, right?"

".Yes"

Ron showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and lamented in his heart:

"This is such a damn thing, I'm really going to die!"

After the goddess of death arranged her clothes in front of the mirror, she turned to look at Ron and said excitedly:

"Little Ron, please wait for me here. I'll get the tea. Remember not to wander around~"

With that said, before Ron could reply, she hurriedly opened the heavy iron door and ran outside to get tea.

Before leaving, she closed the heavy iron door.

The rebounding weight of the iron door pressed against the door frame, making a loud clang, which scared Ron so much that his tail stood up.

Looking at the dark door, Ron's eyes flashed as he stood there.

Ron could feel that it was just an ordinary door. With just a push, he could get out and regain his freedom!

Three thoughts were running through his mind now:

"Shall I sneak away? Or sneak away? Or sneak away?"

This place was so weird that Ron really didn't want to stay any longer.

But what he didn't notice was.

With the departure of the goddess of death, the items in the entire room seemed to become more and more "active".

"I'm just going out for a walk and trying out a few new teleportation spells. Even if I'm discovered by the goddess of death, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"

Just when Ron made up his mind, he stood up and quietly walked towards the black door.

A childish voice suddenly sounded behind him:

"do not go!"