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

"Sir, I missed you."

A soft voice.

This is not Ifrit's style.

Ron didn't know what Ifrit had experienced in the illusion, and why her personality became so abnormal after she broke through the level.

However, he could feel Ifrit's little hand on his chest and the arm around his neck, both of them were shaking uncontrollably.

Ron didn't know the reason, and he didn't try to find out. He just smiled and patted the back of Ifrit's hand: "Well, it's okay, I'm here!"

A very gentle sentence.

The sound was not too loud, but it was full of power to Ifrit's ears.

In an instant, Ifrit felt that all the torture he had experienced in the illusion, all the dangers he had endured in the triple test of breaking the chains, and even the pain of being almost torn to pieces by a huge dragon, had disappeared at this moment.

At this moment, Ifrit had only one thought in her mind, which was how nice it was to be able to be with her husband.

Originally, Ifrit wanted to come over and share with Ron his excitement and joy of successfully breaking through the realm of destruction and mastering two laws, but now it doesn't matter.

She is a dragon, but she just wants to curl up in her husband's arms and enjoy the brief and rare tenderness.

Ifrit thought so and did so... no, what she did was even more scorching.

It was after experiencing everything in the illusion that Ifrit realized how important her husband was in her heart.

In the past, Ifrit was very quiet. She did not fight or compete. She only hoped to be with her husband for the rest of her life. But now Ifrit is greedy and wants more. She wants to have a place in her husband's heart, even if it is just a small corner.

The muscular and sexy body had circled in front of Ron without him knowing. A pair of slender, white hands gently stroked his face, and there seemed to be a rapid flame burning in a pair of eyes that exuded a strange charm.

Slowly, the emotions that had been suppressed in Ifrit's heart for a long time began to become uncontrollable.

Time seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.

Ifrit didn't know how much time had passed, perhaps just a few seconds, or perhaps several minutes had passed.

Finally, the burning emotions erupted like a volcano.

Looking at the gentleman's face so close to her, Ifrit could no longer control herself, and her pink lips suddenly pressed against Ron's mouth.

This sudden action made Ron stunned for a moment, and he didn't know how to react.

Even though Ifrit had been following him for some time, Ron had never taken action against her... Even though Ron knew Ifrit's real age very well, and that she might be hundreds of years old, she looked like a skinny, naive little girl after all.

Ron always felt guilty about attacking Ifrit, as if he was not careful he might step on the sewing machine.

But until now, when Ifrit took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, Ron was surprised to find that during the time that Ifrit left him and stayed with Lydia, which was only one or two years, the little bean sprout had actually grown a lot.

I don’t know if it’s because the living standards have improved and the nutrition has improved.

The original little bean sprout has now grown into a pure and beautiful girl.

The tall figure is fit and full of vitality, and the originally skinny figure has become alluring.

Especially when Ifrit threw herself into his arms, Ron could truly feel the strong temptation coming from the dragon girl.

The hot kiss was quickly arousing the impulse in Ron's body and soul. He didn't know when his hands had already wrapped around Ifrit's slender waist, holding Ifrit's entire body in his arms.

No more sweet words.

There was no mutual confession.

Everything just happened naturally and smoothly.

Even though there were clothes between them, every inch of Ifrit's skin made Ron linger.

It's like the finest silk in the world, smooth as silk.

……

While unspeakable things were happening here, on the other side, Ifrit's brother Mansfield was approaching Ifrit's room.

He is imagining the future.

Planning in his mind... No, it's not a plan, this is pure delusion. He is fantasizing about what means he should use to deal with Lydia in the shortest time after successfully taking down Ifrit.

Mansfield found this not to be a difficult matter.

After all, I am so charming.

Although the dragon clan was destroyed, Mansfield still felt that the identity of the Dragon Prince was still indescribably noble.

He believed that as long as he showed a little affection for Lydia, Lydia would be unable to control herself and throw herself into his arms, even without him actively pursuing her.

There's no way. During the decades of traveling in the Dusk Continent, there were too many women who threw themselves at him.

To the extent that Mansfield had a wrong understanding of his own charm.

He even had an illusion that human women were all shameless beasts who only knew how to indulge in lust. To take down such a woman was really a very simple matter without any pressure.

Of course, if he wanted to achieve his goal, it was not enough to just capture Lydia.

Mansfield thought long-term and decided to use the Spang Theocracy as the base for his own uprising.

In this case, it is necessary to completely control the Theocracy of Spang.

There are two main forces in the Spang Theocracy today. One is the political power represented by Lydia, and the other is the divine power represented by Isabel.

After taking down Lydia, if he could conquer Isabel as well, then the entire Spang Theocracy would be completely in his pocket, and all the people and soldiers of the Spang Theocracy would become the sharpest weapons in his hands.

Mansfield believed that by then, it would not take long for him to fulfill his long-cherished wish of conquering the Dusk Continent.

He swore that he would give the most cruel punishment to those fools who dared to gloat over the destruction of Dragon Valley.

The only thing that made Mansfield a little unhappy was that Isabel, the great saint, was said to no longer be pure... Such a dirty woman was really not worthy of him.

However, for the sake of his own cause, Mansfield decided to make some sacrifices.

Of course, the position of queen or even princess consort could not be left to Isabel, not even the position of lover. Considering that Isabel was still somewhat useful, she should be made a slave.

I have to say, Mansfield is really delusional.

Although Mansfield's temperament has been somewhat restrained after traveling in the human world for decades, his nature is still that of a spoiled and arrogant dragon.

He is arrogant.

In his eyes, only dragons can be called real life. All other races, not to mention humans, even elves and dragons, are nothing but humble ants.

Mansfield's almost insane obsession with restoring the glory of the dragon race, his natural arrogance, and his continuous delusions caused his character to become increasingly distorted.

He even felt that as long as he stood up and made a call,

All living beings in the entire Dusk Continent should kneel down at his feet obediently.

His originally handsome face had been twisted into a ball at some point, his eyes were flashing with intense excitement, his face was flushed, and even his breathing had become unusually rapid.

After a long time, Mansfield finally broke free from his delusional world.

He felt that his sister's presence was very close, just a few dozen meters away.

Fortunately, although Mansfield was proud and delusional, his delusions had not yet destroyed his sanity. He took a deep breath, then tried to suppress the restlessness in his chest, and put on what he thought was the most gentle, handsome and charming expression on his face.

He even pulled the corners of his clothes to make them look neater.

But even so, the smile that appeared from time to time at the corner of his mouth could not be completely concealed.

After making all the preparations, Mansfield strode towards the room where his sister lived.

Just after he took a few steps out, a strange sound suddenly came into Mansfield's ears.

Gurgle!

Rustling!

There was even some rapid breathing mixed in with the strange sound.

What the hell is going on?

Mansfield was stunned.

Subconsciously, he raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from. That place was exactly the roof of the room where his sister lived.

When Mansfield's eyes fell on the roof, he saw only two figures entangled together, kissing passionately, their hair had become disheveled, and even their clothes had become a little messy.

One can imagine how passionate this kiss was.

I don’t know that man.

Lydia did not marry a male princess, could this be Lydia's male lover?

After all, the palace is a special place where no men except the guards can enter casually, and this man is dressed in a long robe, and his attire is completely different from that of ordinary soldiers.

However, it doesn’t matter who this man is.

What really caught Mansfield's attention was the woman who was held tightly in the man's arms.

For some reason, Mansfield always felt that the woman was inexplicably familiar.

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

After several seconds, Mansfield felt a sudden buzzing sound in his head, as if something exploded inside his skull. In an instant, Mansfield felt his entire brain go blank.

His body couldn't help shaking and he almost fell to the ground.

That woman...that woman...

It's Ifrit.

It can't be wrong.

Although the figure has changed, the familiar face cannot be changed.

The most important thing is that the woman has the unique aura of the dragon clan, which cannot be faked.

This was Ifrit, the woman he was going to use as his partner. After he restored the glory of the dragon clan, she would become the queen and the mother of the country.

It's her. It's her.

Buzz buzz buzz.

For a moment, Mansfield only felt an indescribable whistling sound in his head. It was as if a stormy sea was rising in his mind, and waves of impact continued to stimulate Mansfield's consciousness.

Ifrit was actually hugging and kissing a man passionately on the roof.

In an instant, Mansfield felt a completely uncontrollable fire in his chest, burning his soul madly.

Damn it, damn it, she…how dare she?

Mansfield suddenly felt angry that something that belonged to him had been taken away from him.

He had decided to make Ifrit his woman. After this decision was made, in Mansfield's heart, Ifrit had become his property, and everything she had belonged to him.

But now, all that she had was thrown into the arms of another man.

How could Mansfield tolerate this?

The intense anger burned Mansfield's soul, and his originally handsome face suddenly became hideous and distorted like a ghost, which made people shudder.

What made Mansfield even more unbearable was that even though Ifrit had been expelled from the dragon clan, even though his father and mother had publicly declared that Ifrit no longer had any relationship with the dragon clan, the dragon clan would not be involved in Ifrit's life or death.

But, no matter what, the blood flowing in Ifrit's body is still the blood of the dragon.

Is the entire dragon clan still in your sight?

All kinds of anger entangled together, almost making Mansfield lose his mind in an instant.

His eyes were wide open, and his eye sockets were filled with hideous and bloodshot lines. Of course, his greatest anger was that his woman was robbed, which made Mansfield feel like his head was covered in green.

Even if this kind of thing happened to a human man, he would probably not be able to bear it, not to mention that he was the extremely noble Dragon Prince.

Originally, he was planning to come over and have a good talk with Ifrit, but now that he was suffering from the rage of being cuckolded, how could Mansfield still have the rationality?

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind, which was to kill that damn bastard who had stolen his woman, and grind his bones to ashes, and let his soul fly away.

hold head high.

Stimulated by anger, Mansfield suddenly opened his mouth, and without any hesitation, he sprayed a breath of dragon directly towards the roof.

Ron was very powerful, and Ifrit's strength also increased after he achieved the state of destruction. Logically, Mansfield should have been dozens of meters away, so the two of them should have noticed it long ago.

However, on the one hand, Mansfield used the art of invisibility to hide his body, and at the same time, he also completely concealed his aura.

Mansfield's methods are quite clever. With his strength and the invisibility he uses, even strong people of the same level find it difficult to detect Mansfield's existence.

On the other hand, Ron and Ifrit were in love, and under such circumstances, it was inevitable that they would be a little slack in their perception of the surroundings, so it was normal that they failed to notice Mansfield's existence.

However, when that golden dragon breath tore through the night sky like a meteor, even if Ron and Ifrit were deeply in love, it was impossible for them not to notice it.

In an instant, Ifrit's expression changed.

He put his hands on Ron's chest and tried to separate their bodies that were pressed together, preparing for a fight.

But Ron's reaction was quite strange. The big hand that was around Ifrit's waist not only did not loosen, but suddenly exerted force. Ifrit was caught off guard and fell completely on Ron's chest.

Immediately, Ron's body flickered slightly on the spot like ripples.

The dragon breath that Mansfield spewed out was extremely powerful and its speed was astonishingly fast. It reached Ron and Ifrit almost instantly.

The next moment, with a loud bang, the dragon's breath hit Ron and Ifrit heavily.

With a crisp sound, Ron and Ifrit's bodies were completely shattered, floating in the air like glass shards, and then dissipated bit by bit.

And that dragon breath rushed straight into the sky without any obstacles at all.

The golden light tore through the night sky, and the entire palace was shrouded in a golden color.

Less than half a second later, accompanied by strange ripples filled with distortion, Ron and Ifrit's bodies reappeared in the same place.

The two of them even continued to hug each other, and there was not a single scar on their bodies.

It was obvious that the dragon breath just now had failed to hit the target at all.

The dragon's breath hit Ron, but it was just an afterimage left because Ron's speed was too fast.

After avoiding Mansfield's sneak attack, Ron and Ifrit turned their eyes to Mansfield not far away.

When Ron saw Mansfield for the first time, he recognized him as the Dragon Prince.

Think about the plot in the game. After a long period of training and negotiation, Mansfield gathered a large number of sub-dragons and half-dragons, and united with Ifrit to try to restore.

And as one of the only two pure-blooded dragons in the entire Dusk Continent, Mansfield even tried to make Ifrit his wife.

But, that should happen in 10 or 20 years, why did Mansfield appear on the scene so early?

Also, weren't you just being intimate with Ifrit?

The first chapter is presented