Soft-Hearted Mist

Smelling the sweet and fresh aroma of the cake.
The candlelight flickered on the bar.
At this moment.
Homelander's eyes finally turned slightly red.
Indeed, today was his birthday.
Before, no one remembered, and no one celebrated his birthday for him.
There were only endless difficult matters constantly arising.
Fortunately... as today was about to pass, someone remembered.
Although they had only known each other for a short few dozen minutes, and she had nearly beaten Homelander to death.
But that was enough to move him, and at the same time, he decided to follow this self-proclaimed Demon Queen!
"Thank... thank you, Queen," Homelander said somewhat choked up.
"Eat up, don't be polite," Morgana said with a smile.
Seeing this bizarre scene, everyone's faces were filled with shock.
What was the situation?
Just now, the one who beat Homelander without mercy was you.
Now, the one celebrating his birthday is also you!
Does it have to be this abstract?!
"Boss, why do I feel this woman is even more psychopathic than that psychopath?"
Demon Xiao Long asked in a low voice.
Ron shook his head slightly, explaining softly: "You don't understand her."
"Although Morgana claims to be a demon and holds the concepts of corruption and freedom in her heart,"
"She actually cares for her subordinates and treasures those comrades who resolutely follow her."
"And this piece of cake can be considered a small ritual for Morgana to welcome Homelander into the demon civilization."
Sheng Zhu, Rayleigh, and the others nodded thoughtfully.
They also had a new understanding of this slightly neurotic woman who went around recruiting lackeys.
"Kid, do you understand me that well~" Morgana brushed the messy hair on her forehead and winked at Ron.
At this exact moment.
A certain limit on Morgana seemed to be unlocked.
When Ron looked over, his eyes were nearly blinded.
What to do?
Today I ate cherries, how can this old man face cherries in the future?!
"I don't know, I was just talking nonsense just now."
Ron's old face instantly turned red, his gaze looking straight ahead.
"Hahaha..." Morgana laughed loudly, not exposing him.
Only at this time.
Tohru, who was busy, blushed and shyly covered her skirt.
"Queen, this cream can be replaced with fresh milk..." Homelander muttered as he ate.
But before he could finish speaking.
A demonic claw suddenly appeared, sending him flying.
"Damn it, as expected, one cannot have a single bit of pity for this dead psychopath!"
"My eyes must have been blind just now."
"Why did I recruit this kind of psychopath as a subordinate?!"
While Morgana roared, she pulled out an iron whip and slowly walked out.
The moment the tavern door closed.
Homelander wailed miserably, begging for mercy.
And the sound of the whip lashing didn't stop.
If Ron hadn't felt Homelander's breathing gradually weaken and gone out to stop her in time,
The boys in black might have met their end.
After the injuries on Homelander's body were healed again by Sheng Zhu's Horse Talisman,
He hurriedly stood up and said: "Boss, Queen, I have some business, I'll leave first!"
After greeting them, he ran out of the tavern as if fleeing for his life.
Utterly terrified.
Just a moment ago, Homelander even thought he was going to pass away.
"Homelander hasn't paid yet. He is your subordinate, remember to pay for him when you leave."
Ron reminded with a smile.
"Damn!"
"So damn troublesome..." After letting out a series of grumbles, Morgana suddenly smiled charmingly:
"How about we pay like last time? This time I'll pay double!"
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Ron was stunned for a moment.
He couldn't help but recall the parting kiss from last time.
Ah, I see, this woman wants to take advantage of me again!
"We'll discuss it, we'll discuss it," Ron whispered, casting a wary glance at Rem and Ram.
Morgana smiled and took a sip of wine, then fell into silence, as if pondering something.
At this moment.
Only a "creak" was heard.
The tavern door was suddenly pushed open.
Hui Tai Lang ran excitedly to the bar and sat down: "Boss, this time I brought you the Soft-Hearted Mist."
"As long as the user plays pitiful, anyone will soften their heart, so they cannot refuse the user's request!"
As he spoke, he handed two purple spray bottles to Ron.
After receiving the spray, Ron shouted toward the kitchen:
"Rem, Tohru, roast five sheep for Hui Tai Lang to take away."
"Yes, Master~" Rem's sweet voice came from the kitchen.
At the bar.
Perhaps because he had nearly lost his life, Rayleigh was uncharacteristically silent this time.
Instead, Sheng Zhu's eyes instantly lit up.
Using this thing, would he be able to make his foolish son listen?
Just as Ron was about to put the obedient medicine into the system inventory,
Sheng Zhu hurriedly stopped him: "Boss, can you sell this thing to me?"
"I can give you the Complete Book of Sorcery!"
Although he hadn't seen the things Hui Tai Lang invented,
Sheng Zhu knew that anything that could be traded with Ron must be a good thing!
Hearing this, Demon Xiao Long couldn't help but mock: "Old man, are you stupid?"
"This thing looks useless at first glance."
Sheng Zhu ignored his foolish son's sarcasm, his eyes still burning as he looked at Ron.
"Sure, no problem."
Ron smiled and handed over a bottle of Soft-Hearted Mist.
Receiving the spray, Sheng Zhu said nothing and aimed it directly at Demon Xiao Long's face, spraying it.
Pshhh...
Feeling the moisture on his face, Demon Xiao Long was instantly enraged:
"Old man, am I giving you face?"
"Let's go back to Hell and duel!"
Sheng Zhu didn't flare up at this. Instead, he said pitifully: "Son, it's Father's fault."
"These past few years haven't been easy for me either!"
As he spoke, tears slowly dripped from those glowing red eyes.
Demon Xiao Long saw this, and was about to curse again, but for some reason, his heart suddenly softened.
Next.
For the first time, he tightly hugged Sheng Zhu: "Father!"
"You are too pitiful. These past few years were my fault. From now on, I will listen to you..."
Sheng Zhu was instantly overjoyed. Taking this opportunity, he asked: "Then what about my nickname?"
"Whatever you want!"
"Truly my good son."
For a moment, the two monsters with ferocious faces and massive bodies hugged each other and wept loudly in the tavern.
The scene was truly rare.
"Kid, do I still have a chance now?" Rayleigh rubbed his hands, asking with a flattering look.
Ron flatly refused: "You don't have a chance. I have a use for that bottle."
Hearing this.
Rem, Ram, Tohru, and the others, who were busy, stopped their work one after another, their eyes simultaneously landing on Ron.
Use?
Use it on whom?
Could it be that woman who sneaks in through the window every night?
Ram, Rem, and Tohru looked at each other, then nodded in perfect unison.
Suddenly...
Morgana, who was quietly sipping her wine, suddenly raised her head, her body tightening as she muttered:
"I seem to feel the scent of that bitch!"
Following her words.
The tavern's doorbell suddenly rang.
Ding-ling...