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

"You don't want your lover to be in danger, right?"

Ron raised his eyebrows. It was interesting that this was the first time someone had used such a threat on him.

He even had the urge to laugh.

Want to kill yourself, just say a deep apology and end it?

Perhaps, in the eyes of Lydia, who is both a witch and the third princess, she is really just an insignificant ant and cannot be compared with Melville.

As for Vera, the so-called sister...

In the game, this is not a character that players will hate, but now Ron is very curious. If he was lying on the ground and was about to be killed, would Vera still plead for mercy like she does now?

It was obvious that the consciousness of the original owner of the body had long since disappeared, but at this moment, Ron still felt a slight sadness.

"Isn't war what you long for?" Ron spoke slowly, his eyes scanning Vera in front of him, and then looking at Lydia: "You guys long for war, but this war is best obtained at the expense of me. Yes, you won’t be able to bear it when it’s Melville’s turn to die?”

Melville's face was twisted together due to pain, and he finally showed a proud smile. Combined with the dirt and blood on his face, he looked as ferocious as a ghost.

He laughed wildly with excitement. It was obviously miserable, but he seemed to be the final winner.

The body was squirming desperately on the ground, struggling, grabbing Ayiger's fangs with one hand, using the red spear to replace the broken left leg, and climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

"Hey……"

Melville smiled strangely and grinned at Ron, showing his bloodshot teeth: "Do you understand, idiot, people are not created equal."

"I am the legitimate son. My mother is the cousin of the king of Spang Theocracy. I was born to inherit the Copperfield family."

"And you are just a despicable bastard, and your mother is just a dirty maid. You want to fight with me? You are not qualified at all."

Suddenly, Melville seemed to remember something, and he became even more excited. If he hadn't broken a leg, he would have even danced: "Ah, by the way, do you think you have hidden your mother very well?" good?"

Ron's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hehe, hehehehe, she...is dead."

This guy, just like in the game, likes to have a mean mouth... In the game, I don’t know how many players killed Melville because they couldn’t stand his extremely mean mouth.

Melville was very proud, he couldn't wait to see Ron, because after hearing the news, he looked so sad that he was about to go crazy.

However, no.

Ron was unusually calm.

This made Melville particularly uncomfortable, as if he had punched the cotton with all his strength, and his chest was filled with tightness.

He didn't understand why Ron wasn't sad, why he wasn't so sad that he went crazy, why could he be so calm?

It's like, that's not his mother.

Well, that is indeed not Ron's real mother. Ron has no feelings for that woman who he has never met and has never even appeared in the game. Naturally, he will not be sad because of that woman's death... However, after all, he has occupied this body, so he should regard it as a small reward to the original owner of the body.

Ron suddenly grinned and smiled at Melville.

Melville still didn't understand what Ron's smile meant. Ron's right hand stretched out like lightning and clasped it on Melville's shoulder. Vera's body behind him trembled suddenly, and her face changed instantly. Pale: "Ron... don't..."

laugh!

Before he even finished speaking, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

Melville's left arm was suddenly pulled off his shoulder by Ron.

That's right, the skin was torn open, the bones and fascia were twisted, and they were pulled off.

A flash of scarlet sprayed out directly, and then scattered on the ground.

Melville was completely stunned, his eyes and face were all stiff, as if he had encountered something incredible, his neck creaked and turned, and he finally saw the appearance of his shoulders from the corner of his eye.

Spurting blood, tattered skin and flesh, pale bone stubble...

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Melville's body shook wildly, his throat seemed to be torn, and he let out an extremely high-pitched scream.

The arm, his arm... is gone...

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

Vera's face was as pale as gold paper. She had never thought that her taciturn brother would become so cruel.

What exactly did he go through during this period of time?

With a casual flick, Ron threw the torn off arm in front of Vera, with several fingers still curled up nervously.

"Don't you want to go back to Melville? I'll give it back to you...but can you do it in installments?"

As he spoke, one of Ron's hands had already reached out to Melville's other arm.

Vera shook her head almost desperately: "No...no, no, no, no..."

laugh!

The second voice sounded, and Melville's right arm also detached from his body.

He didn't even have the strength to scream, his eyes rolled randomly, and the unbearable pain left Melville's body with only nervous twitches.

This arm was thrown in front of Lidya by Ron.

Looking at the bloody arm, Lidya felt that her abdomen was rolling violently, and she could vomit at any time.

Until this moment, they finally understood what kind of opponent they had provoked this time.

Lydia and Vera tried to stop them, but quickly stopped.

There were waves of tingling sensations on their skin, like needle pricks, and they knew they were being targeted.

It's Charlene.

Although she signed a high-level contract document involuntarily and became Ron's slave, the constraints of the contract made Charlene instinctively stand in front of Ron and would not put her master in any danger.

The slender arms were hanging down, and the tip of the knife, which was naturally facing downwards, flashed with blue light, obviously smeared with deadly poison.

Not to mention this, a figure also appeared quietly behind Vera and Lidya.

It's Dolores.

The princess who had been watching the excitement finally appeared on the stage. She completely left the stage to the person she likes to perform, but she would never allow anyone to hurt her person she likes.

Different from the eerie Charlene.

Dolores was fair and aboveboard, with absolutely no intention of being secretive. She proudly puffed out her chest and raised her head. Even at night, her long golden hair still shone brightly.

A pair of lotus-like arms were intertwined in front of his chest, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth as he stared at the two figures in front of him.

Charlene and Dolores are not weak.

Vera's strength is much inferior, but Lidya is a real witch, but being locked by two auras at the same time, even Lidya dare not act rashly.