The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

A night of silence.

Ron was very busy tonight. He had so much work tonight that he had no time to notice the passage of time.

From the time darkness fell until dawn was about to rise, he didn't stop what he was doing.

The fluorescence emitted by the True Spirit Sea in the sky illuminated his cheek and the items on the table.

It was a bunch of various, complex and exquisite magical mechanical parts.

A fresh, light smell of palm oil emanates from these parts, which are made from pure mithril.

If Silver Dragon Shirley saw this scene, she would definitely exclaim: This is what real magic mechanics should look like!

"Have you been doing this all night without realizing it?"

"Really, do you have to work overtime when you are a dragon? Or should you take the initiative to work overtime?"

Ron looked at the magical mechanical parts scattered on the table and said mockingly.

These parts are made from materials he has "collected over many years of hard work," and every detail is carefully designed and machined by him.

Of course, Gandalf's family and Duke Green's family may have contributed a little bit.

Just a little bit!

"Hand-rubbing magic machinery. If I go back to that world, you must at least issue me an eighteenth-level fitter certificate, right?"

His fingers gently caressed these parts, as if feeling the unique atmosphere and energy they exuded.

Ron took a deep breath, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

At this time, he had too many thoughts and emotions in his heart, so he needed some time to sort out his thoughts.

after a while

He put down the magic device parts in his hands, raised his head and stood up slowly, then walked to the opposite corner of the desk and opened the curtains with a swipe.

The glassless window was open.

Ron stared at the endless ocean of true spirits in the sky, took a deep breath of fresh air, and felt the coolness and comfort of the wind blowing on his cheeks.

He took out the strange box that surpassed the quality of an artifact and took the Sphinx couple out of the box.

Two shining white groups of light appeared in his palms, and the originally fuzzy mist became extremely solid, like mutton-fat white jade.

Looking at the pair of abnormally strong true spirits.

No matter how stupid Ron was, he would have thought that he could have left long ago.

The effect of that super artifact may only take ten minutes to restore the Sphinx's true spirit to the point where it can travel across planes.

Although he was kept for a few more days, neither he nor the goddess of death took the initiative to expose this matter.

This is the silent understanding between the two.

"You two, it's time to come home with me."

Ron placed the two true spirits who slowly regained consciousness in a magic prop in the shape of a white jade bottle.

When Ron arrived, the Goddess of Death gave him two magic props specifically designed to store souls. One was in the shape of a bottle, and the other was also in the shape of a bottle.

One of them is used to store the true spirit of the Sphinx, and the other is used to store the original succubus power that Ron placed on his tail.

Maybe the goddess of death didn't like the smell. Anyway, on the first day she came, she forced Ron to take out the bit of material used to cast the magic crown.

"There is only one final process left for the magic machine. It must be assembled before dawn."

As he thought this, he turned his head and happened to catch the beautiful eyes staring at his back on the bed.

Only an inch of autumn wave, thousands of dendrobium pearls are not enough.

"you're awake?"

"I didn't sleep."

Ron smiled to himself.

"That's right. You are a god. How can you sleep all day long like those humans?"

The goddess of death said nothing, just looked at him quietly.

Her eyes were as bright and clear as the clear autumn sky, and her eyeballs flickered like two shiny black gems.

"Does Little Ron really want me to fall asleep and leave secretly?"

The goddess of death was lying on the bed, supporting her chin with her left hand and playing with her hair with her right hand. She smiled and told her what he had done.

Saying goodbye without saying goodbye was what he was best at doing.

Ron waved his hand and returned to the table to continue polishing the parts.

"How is it possible? How could I do such a stupid thing? You have been taking me shopping for so many days, but I still want to say something before leaving."

"Besides, leaving without saying a word is called running away. I'm not an irresponsible dragon."

As he spoke, he assembled pieces of machinery of different sizes in order, while carefully carving the magic lines of the magic circle on them.

A faint glow illuminated his pupils.

The guardian runes emitting emerald green light slowly rotated in it.

The Goddess of Death did not speak, but quietly watched his back as he worked.

Just like back then, she looked at his back.

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"From now on, if you clench your fists and shout my name, I will come to save you, but you must never forget that if you are bullied, you must clench your fists."

"One day, I will take back everything you lost."

"I swore that I would rescue her this time. Not to a certain person, but to my soul."

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Scenes from the past appeared in her mind, and before she knew it, the silver beads had crossed her cheeks.

One star falls, but it cannot dim the brightness of the starry sky;

Once a flower withers, the entire spring cannot be barren.

You once said that there are as many people in the world as there are stars in the sky.

But there is only one moon in the sky, and there is only one you in the world.

Countless partings and countless encounters are only the beginning of the next reincarnation.

Ron didn't know what was going on behind him. He quickly integrated all the parts while saying parting words:

"Although I'm not good at saying goodbye. But there are some things you can't stop doing just because you're not good at them."

He assembled all the parts, carved the last lines, and a silver-white machine like a work of art appeared in front of the two of them.

Its shape is a bit like a silver-white stone with four chamfered sides, wrapped in light blue magic lines. The energy core of the entire machine is a drop of Ron's hard work. Seven-colored magic factors flow in it, emitting gentle fluorescence and illuminating it. This black and white world.

"Finally done!"

Ron's eyes flashed with joy, knowing that this thing cost him nearly two hours of precious time!

Now he feels like he stayed up late to finish his paper and finally turned it in one second before the deadline.

Suddenly, his body stiffened.

A pair of small hands gently hugged Ron from behind, his silver hair hanging down to his shoulders, and the faint scent of bluebells filled his nose.

That touch of tenderness was like a silent dissuasion, conveying the intention to stay.

He gently grabbed the goddess's little hand and held it in his, feeling her soft skin and warm breath.

Ron was silent, turned around, looked at the goddess of death with blurred eyes, raised the thing in his hand and shook it.

"Farewell seriously and meet again vigorously is what we should do."

He said seriously, then grinned and joked:

"Besides, it's not like I won't come. Your atmosphere makes me seem like I'll never come back. I'm so embarrassed!"

"Although I know that my charm value is very high, your performance will make me mistakenly think that my charm is enough to charm a true god, and it will easily cause big trouble."

Laughter diluted the worries of parting.

The goddess of death looked at Ron who was grinning evilly and responded with a smile:

"Um."

She gently laid her head on Ron's heart, feeling the heartbeat, and whispered slowly:

"Ron, you must not forget our agreement."

"Just be more at ease!"

Ron wanted to pat his chest to ensure a wave, but unfortunately the goddess of death occupied that place.

He had no choice but to pat her butt.

If it were someone else who was designated to wield the high-explosive hammer Ron, even Vivian would probably blush and look away.

The goddess of death did not move, but held him tighter.

She was the only one in the world who didn't care about Ron's actions.

"So, can you let me go now?"

“Don’t let go~~”

Ron looked at the goddess who was playing rogue with her head buried in his arms, shook the silver mechanical device in his hand and said helplessly:

"If you hold it like this, I can't even introduce it to you."

"I can see it, just say it."

The goddess of death said dullly.

"That's right, I almost forgot."

Ron then remembered that this girl, who was just like the sister next door, was actually a god.

Eyes are just her embodiment, not her observation organ.

Theoretically nothing in the Realm of the Dead can escape her invisible eyes.

"That's okay."

Ron pointed to the device in his hand and said:

"This thing is a [game console] device that I specially modified. It contains some games that I have played before, such as Monopoly, Dragon Leo, Contra, Hearthstone, etc."

As he spoke, he scratched his head and turned on the projection device and showed her how to operate it.

With the input of magic power, a huge game screen appeared in the air, occupying most of the entire room.

With Ron as the center, the entire bedroom turned into a prairie under the magic, and there seemed to be some different animals wandering in the distance.

For the first time, green grass and colorful flowers appear in the black and white world. They are all so real, making people feel as if they are in the real world.

Just like the virtual projection device, the entire game screen can be projected onto any substance through magic circle conversion.

Icons of different colors come into view on the game screen. Each icon shines with a unique light, making people want to explore the secrets behind them.

Looking at the scenes in front of him, Ron couldn't help but sigh.

"These magical technologies are really technologies that can change the world. It's a pity that strength is always respected in the star realm and is not interested in the development of these fancy things."

"I don't know what the city will look like if it develops magic technology to its extreme."

As Ron controls the device to make game selections, the surrounding environment changes.

Under the sea, wheat fields, cities, molten mountains.

The light in the Death Tower is dim, but the light from the game screen illuminates the entire room, making people feel as if they are really in the game world.

In this world, he and she are the only two characters.

"I thought you were quite bored when you stayed here by yourself. Can you usually play this to relieve your boredom?"

"Although this thing is not useful for increasing strength, it is still very useful for killing time. I don't know what kind of games you like to play, so I recorded all the steam games I remembered before. There are probably thousands of them. I’ll update you with new ones next time I come.”

"kindness."

The goddess of death still buried her head in Ron's arms and made a dull sound. It was unclear whether she was feeling sad or happy or other emotions.

Ron looked at her silky silver hair and showed a gentle smile.

"I'm already a little thirsty, how about some real spirit tea?"

"There are no cups today."

Ron looked at the set of white porcelain tea cups on the table, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Can’t you see such a big cup? Are the gods nowadays so careful when telling lies?

He thought and lowered his head to look at the goddess, only to find that she was also secretly looking at him.

This tacit understanding will never gain or fade with time.

Ron showed a helpless smile and said softly:

"The first time I drank it, I didn't use a cup."

"Well!"

A muffled sound sounded.

Before he could finish his words, he was forcibly silenced by the goddess of death who suddenly raised her head.

The familiar warmth came over me again.

Ron wanted to say something, but was stopped by the goddess's movements. He could only helplessly look at the goddess in his arms and let her vent her dissatisfaction.

The surrounding game screen also transformed into the original grassland.

The breeze blew gently through the grass, ruffling the goddess' long silver hair. The flower bones hidden under the grass slowly bloomed, exuding a fresh and beautiful atmosphere.

The wind rises and falls, and thoughts rise and fall.

I don’t know how long it took before the two slowly separated.

The goddess of death looked at Ron and moved the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she had something to say.

But she never took that step.

Stop at the lips and hide in the heart.

In the end, she just smiled and looked away.

The taste from before still remained in his mouth, but this time the Zhenling Tea seemed to be particularly sweet.

A touch of warmth reverberated within his body, growing in his soul at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This time the amount of True Spirit Tea was far greater than the first time. The purest soul power nourished and expanded Ron's soul in a large circle, making it reach an incredible level of tenacity!

Now Ron feels that his soul can even survive independently from the outside of the body and become a quasi-spiritual life!

The silence between the two lasted for a while, and then Ron broke the awkwardness:

"How about some more?"

Ron licked his lips and said a little unfinished.

I feel like if I do this a few more times, my soul will become a god directly.

True dragons are always greedy and dissatisfied with the status quo, even legendary dragon species.

The goddess of death was so angry and funny when she saw how dissatisfied he was.

She lightly tapped Ron's nose, shook her head and said:

"These are the limits of what you can endure now. Even if I wash away all the memory fragments of the true spirit, the instinct-derived characteristics will affect your character, and your true spirit will be in big trouble."

"Fine."

After hearing the explanation from the goddess of death, Ron didn't feel too disappointed.

After all, the power is obtained through free prostitution. No matter how much it is, it is ultimately earned by oneself.

He turned around and turned off the game console, and the whole room returned to a monotonous world of black and white.

Ron coughed twice and said slowly:

"Ahem, actually I have something else ready for you."

"What is it?"

The goddess of death looked at Ron curiously.

This reincarnation's personality seems to have changed a lot from before. Not only did he leave her a parting gift for the first time, but he even left two gifts for her.

"Well, I can't tell you exactly. Anyway, it just came from something I felt last night."

As Ron spoke, he took out the work that really took him a whole day to complete from the void.

In fact, Ron was not responsible for the construction of the game console at all, Ron just made it along the way.

The real gift is the "seed" in his hand.

Along with Ron's movements

A emerald green light illuminated the entire room. The goddess of death slowly opened her eyes as she looked at the thing in his hand.

"This is?"

Ron scratched his head, looked at the entity condensed by the power of guardianship in his hand, and said uncertainly:

"This is probably a seed."

This is what Ron suddenly felt after seeing the seeds of the Kingdom of God while checking the items in the spiritual sea after returning to the Death Tower yesterday.

In that mysterious and mysterious state, he used the power of guardianship to make an item that was very similar to the seed of the Kingdom of God.

After the inspiration dissipated, Ron came back to his senses and realized what he had done.

But no matter how he tried, he couldn't even make a second guardian power seed.

He thrust this unique gift in the world into the hands of the Goddess of Death.

"I don't know what kind of flowers will grow after planting this thing, but just think of it. It's good to water the flowers and plant some trees when I'm not around."

Looking at the seed engraved with the protective rune symbol in his hand

She was stunned for a moment, and then an imperceptible smile appeared on her lips.

Like a ripple on the face, it quickly crossed the face, and then condensed into two sparks in the eyes, disappearing in the depths of the eyes.

"good."