187. Chapter 184 The song of the pastureland

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Chapter 184 The Song of Rebirth in the Prairie

The Realm of the Dead is a world of only black and white.

Even if three suns rise in the sky at the same time, there is no warmth in this world.

This place is like an old black and white photo, silent, recording memories of the past.

The living's longing for the dead can make the living fall.

The gratitude of the deceased to the living can make the deceased sublime.

However, the dead are gone and the living are like this, and everything will eventually return to the original starting point.

Just like now.

"I will attack in the form of little Ron!"

The goddess of death waved forward with a serious face.

She sat on Ron's broad shoulders after he transformed into dragon form, and commanded the hundred-meter-long emerald green dragon to fly in the direction of [Rebirth Grassland].

That was the first stop for the two of them on their trip today, and it was also the final stop today.

"Whoosh!"

The dragon flew through the air. Although Ron's speed had already exceeded the speed of sound at this time, the strange thing was that the sonic boom cloud that usually accompanied him did not appear.

The rules here seem completely different from the normal plane.

The goddess of death lay on Ron's body, admiring the scenery passing quickly below.

Even though this world is only black and white, even though the dark earth is already covered with bones, even though every plant and tree here has been seen countless times.

But at this moment, she felt extremely happy.

The smooth and delicate long hair surrounds her narrow and cheerful forehead like waves, with a few naughty strands of hair flying outside, as if a halo envelopes her.

The pure white hair of the goddess of death was combed into two long braids hanging by her ears, flying backwards when blown by the wind.

What is different from usual is that there are two pink silk bows tied on the white braid, which adds a girlish atmosphere to her.

Those were the leftover accessories Ron had bought for Vivian in the royal capital, and he had thrown them into the storage space.

I don’t know what’s going on,

After getting up today, the goddess of death pestered Ron to let him comb her hair.

Moreover, she also saw the storage items in Ron's space through some kind of ability, and immediately caught the eye of the two pink bows placed in the corner, clamoring for Ron to wear them for her.

Ron was a little strange, thinking that a being like the goddess of death wouldn't care about such trivial things.

But when he thought of the goddess's soft hair and her mysterious personality, he felt that he could fulfill her request. This was the only way to get closer to the boss.

After all, you won’t lose a piece of meat, right?

So Ron transformed into a temporary teacher Tony and started his performance.

Don't look at him like this.

In order to save money in his previous life, Ron also bought a razor to cut his own hair. He even fantasized about opening a Ron hair salon.

Hmm. Usually he ends up being reformed through labor.

While he was recalling the braiding skills he had learned online, he practiced them in practice.

Ron originally wanted to give the Goddess of Death a double-ring braid similar to Celestine Lucullus.

After all, she was a goddess, even though her life was miserable after meeting the Black Beast Mercenary Group.

It's a pity that Ron obviously has no talent in this area, and the editor didn't know how to do it. He just braided the originally smooth long hair of the goddess of death into a messy straw bun.

If Tina saw this, she would have to laugh at him for a whole year.

Fortunately, with his unremitting efforts, he finally got the two braids out and barely suppressed the messy hair.

It's a pity that you can't hide your flaws

Ron looked at his debut novel with a complicated expression.

This new hair style seems not as good-looking as the original naturally spread long hair.

The dream of opening Ron's Hair Salon seemed to have collapsed before it even started.

However, the owner of the hair was in a good mood and didn't look angry at all.

Although his craftsmanship was terrible, the Goddess of Death still gave him a full star rating.

It’s not for anything else, just because “Teacher Tony” is Ron.

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After braiding her hair.

The goddess of death urged Ron to leave quickly for today's travel destination.

One of these two people is a god and the other is a demigod iridescent dragon. Obviously breakfast is completely unnecessary.

For Ron now, it would be no problem even if he didn't eat for thousands of years.

His usual energy consumption is basically enough to rely on the magic power drawn from the air, and food is no longer a necessity for his survival.

"Whoosh——"

The giant dragon wrapped in the power of protection rushed towards its destination at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Ron could feel that his speed had reached a limit with the blessing of the guardian power. Compared with the previous speed from the royal capital to the red earth highlands, it was more than ten times faster!

He felt that his body was being pulled at an extremely fast speed. Without the power of protection, just this pulling force at such an extreme speed would cause his body to suffer minor injuries.

The air whizzed by around me, but there was no deafening sound like the usual sonic boom cloud.

The pure white sea of ​​true spirits in the sky complements the dark earth. Under the black soil is the place where countless corpses are buried.

Against a background composed entirely of black and white, the body of the hundreds-meter-long emerald green dragon is so conspicuous.

It feels like a full-paint character mixed into an ink painting.

The style of painting has changed!

Wherever the dragon passes

Countless undead colossi wandering the earth lined up in a long line to half-kneedle and salute him.

The sound of the bones colliding was like a sincere prayer.

for their gods.

Of course, these things have nothing to do with Ron.

The main reason was because of the white-haired, black-eyed goddess of death sitting on his shoulder, who smiled like a silly little girl.

Ron looked at the countless giant skeletons of different races that were half-kneeling in salute to him. Although he had already seen them once when he came here, he was still shocked the second time he saw them.

He knows that these undead colossi are loyal believers of the goddess of death. They are very powerful and valuable existences in this plane. The energy fluctuations in each skeletal colossus are no less than that of a demigod!

Although their images are somewhat scary and terrifying, their piety and loyalty are impeccable.

"You live here every day, haven't you seen enough of the scenery here?"

Ron complained while carrying the goddess of death forward.

In fact, he didn't want to travel in such a place full of death, especially if he was accompanied by a god who was in charge of death.

It always feels like this is a prelude to something big happening in a bard's story.

If the goddess of death hadn't insisted on dragging him along, Ron would have preferred to stay in the death tower and sleep for seven days before going back.

The goddess of death lay on top of him, enjoying the feeling of the breeze blowing her hair.

She replied with a smile:

"Because little Ron wasn't here before."

"If you look at it alone, no matter how beautiful and stunning the scenery is, it will still be incomplete."

"cut"

Ron curled his lips and did not refute this sentence.

In his previous life, he also tried to travel alone before graduating from college.

But it happened to be raining at the travel destination on those days.

I have no choice but to live up to the 1,400 yuan round trip fare, right?

So during this trip, which cost a total of 3,000 yuan,

Ron held an umbrella and walked around the deserted tourist attractions for two days before taking the bus home.

The sad feeling of being alone and abandoned by the world is still fresh in his memory.
To be continued...