10-Jon's cup

Chapter 10 - Genius Alchemist Jon's Cup

That's right, Mo Fan is indeed a ghost. To be precise, since he was crushed by Pandora's 'confusion', the guy who fell into a coma came to an inexplicable space. To be precise, he entered his own consciousness space.

In a colorful, strange and mysterious and chaotic space, Mo Fan, who had a headache, once again met the obscene fat man with an unusually wide face, dressed in a black robe, fat and always with a cheap smile on his face.

Suddenly seeing this fat man in black, who had a splitting headache, suddenly remembered, isn't this guy the guy he met in his mind on the day he traveled? It seems that he not only took the blame for him that day, but also was ridiculed by this very obscene guy.

Although Mo Fan didn't know why this obscene fat man in black appeared again, he didn't know what he did. But Mo Fan never forgot that it was because of this guy that he was baked on the fire by the people of the Lash Church.

Mo Fan has always remembered the unforgettable miserable pain of the burning egg and the cruel fight behind, but he suffered from not finding the trace of the fat man in black and could not revenge, which was strongly pressed on his heart.

And now the big fat man in black not only appeared, but also looked at himself with a cheap smile as if nothing had happened. This makes Mo Fan not angry. Damn it! I beat you to death, and it's just that you don't appreciate it! He didn't say a word and ran away alone, leaving no news. Isn't this intentional torture?

"If I hadn't had some tricks, wouldn't I have been given alive by those dog-like white-robed sacrifices!" Thinking of this, Mo Fan could no longer suppress his anger. He pointed to the fat man in black with a cheap smile and roared, "Your dog dares to come out now. Let's see if I won't chop you for a while."

The obscene fat man in black who was scolded by Mo Fan and sat on the ground was not angry. He stood up with a smile, shrugged his shoulders, and pretended to be surprised and said, "Cheer... You haven't been dead yet? I really didn't expect that you, a strange boy, are still quite active!"

Hearing such a saunt, Mo Fan was even more angry and shouted coldly, "Well, don't think that if I die, you will feel better. Anyway, we are now grasshoppers on the same line. Even if I die, I will drag your soul to hell together.

"Oh, don't be so negative! We should talk about something positive. For example..." The fat man in black with his left hand holding his chin and smiling face nodded seriously, as if he really thought of some good topic.

"Go, get out and play by yourself. I don't have time to talk to you now. Mo Fan, who began to feel a headache again, waved his hand and rudely interrupted the words of the fat man in black.

At this moment, Mo Fan did not know that he had fallen into a coma and had entered an inexplicable space, so he began to think alone how to break the offensive launched by Pandora, and then destroy the flowers, rape her first, then kill her, and then rape and then kill her again.

"I just want to find a common topic to facilitate our communication!" The hot face stuck to the cold buttocks, but the fat man in black who was ridiculed by Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders.

Seeing that Mo Fan was still not going to pay attention to himself, the fat man in black with a calm face raised his eyebrows carelessly, and then said to him with a very obscene smile, "Don't you want to rape and then kill that little witch named Pandora first, and then rape again?"

"Cut, I won't be so tasteless! The little witch left it to you, the obscene fat old man. Mo Fan realized that it was wrong to draw a middle finger at the fat man in black. Shit! How can this obscene and fat old man suddenly appear know what I'm thinking?

"I'm sorry! I said something from your heart. Isn't that what you just thought? Don't be shy! Don't you deny it?" Looking at Mo Fan with a puzzled face, the obscene fat man in black continued to raise his eyebrows, smiled, and said to him with a hairy look, "Do you want me to help you? Definitely let her kneel and beg for mercy and willingly become your most loyal mount. What do you think?"

Mo Fan, who was full of doubts, was not confused by someone's appearance. He looked carefully at the fat man in black and asked harshly, "Who the hell are you?"

"Well, let me think about it. Who the hell am I?" After thinking about it seriously for a while, the fat man in black pretended to clear his throat and said, "Please allow me to solemnly introduce myself. My name is Jon, and I am the youngest magic 'genius' alchemist in the history of the world of Rheinster.

"Jon? Rhinester? Genius? Alchemist?" After listening to the fat man's words, Mo Fan seemed to have returned to the interstellar era, a game world full of hot blood, ** and violent elements. It seems that all the alchemists in those games are destructive maniacs.

"Are you a genius alchemist?" Looking at Jon several times full of doubts, Mo Fan found that he could not find even a trace of a 'genius' alchemist from him.

On the contrary, this obscene fat man in black, with an obscene smile and always full of dirty thoughts, ** the unparalleled strong and obscene aura outside gives Mo Fan a feeling that I am an unscrupulous stick. Because only that kind of old magic stick can be comparable to his unique obscene temperament.

Seeing Mo Fan staring at himself with that suspicious look, he felt a little obscene fat man Jon waved his hand and said with a shy smile, "Alchemist is just my sideline. In fact, my main business is..."

"You don't have to say anything, I also know what your main business is." He rudely interrupted Jon's words and said impatiently, "From your obscene and slutty expression, I already know that your main business is actually a pimp."

"Is this profession good?" Jon seriously thought about the words in Mo Fan's mouth, and connected with some fresh knowledge he had learned in this conscious space. Then he contacted the money worship club established by Pandora. Suddenly, the guy suddenly realized that he couldn't help nodding and said with great satisfaction, "If possible, I also want to try to transform. "

"Stop, stop, what's this!" At this moment, Mo Fan felt very depressed that if he continued to talk to this guy suspected of Alzheimer's disease, he would be smashed to pieces. Let's pick up the key questions!

"What on earth do you want to do? Why does it always appear in front of me? Mo Fan said word by word like a secret agent who questioned the confession. But how did he know that Jon would break his eggs later.

"What do you guess?" Jon, with an obscene smile, seemed to have a poor brain and asked Mo Fan, "I'll tell you if you guess."

"Guess your sister!" Mo Fan, who was in great pain, couldn't help rolling up his sleeves and trying to beat the fat old man Jon. Unexpectedly, Jon fell to the ground and foamed as soon as he saw him roll up his sleeves.

"Nima! Is it possible that you still want to pretend to blackmail me? Mo Fan looked at Jon, who fell to the ground and foamed. The first thing he thought of was the previous morally corrupt world and the porcelain incident he had personally encountered.

As the saying goes, once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the well rope for ten years. Mo Fan thought of those despicable little people whose conscience was eaten by dogs and deliberately blackmailed good-hearted people. Unconsciously, he felt another fire in his heart. He clenched his fist, pointed to Jon's nose twitching on the ground and cursed: "You conscienceless old S13, do you still want to pretend to be sick to blackmail me..."

"Pretate it! You son of a bitch, just keep pretending! I just won't touch you. Let's see how you blackmail me. After Mo Fan nagging and venting all the anger in his heart, Jon, who fell to the ground, was still twitching and did not regain consciousness at all.

"I said almost, you can get up." Looking at Jon, who had been trembling on the ground, Mo Fan, who felt a little unbearable, shook his head helplessly. An old man performs so hard on the ground, why do I have to argue with him again?

But Mofan didn't know that a large part of the reason why Jon became like this was caused by him. Since he magically crossed with the lightning strike and robbed Jon's body in one fell swoop, the inducement was buried. In a word, Jon, a sober genius alchemist, is now crazy.

Jon pumped on the ground for a long time, and finally regained consciousness and got up from the ground with difficulty. When he saw Mo Fan again, his eyes were different. That hateful look is like a child who has been robbed of his beloved toy, looking at the eyes of the robber resentfully.

"What are you crazy about?" Mo Fan, who was stared at by that resentful look and numb all over, couldn't help shivering and thought, "Even if I rob your body, it's God's arrangement. As for hating me so much?"

"You bitch, I've fought with you." Before Mo Fan woke up, Jon, who got up from the ground, screamed and rushed to him.

"Old man, don't rely on your age to do whatever you want." Mo Fan twisted Jon's arm and pushed him away fiercely: "I didn't recruit you or provoke you. You're so excited!"

"It's all your fault." After being pushed down fiercely by Mo Fan, Jon, who fell to the ground, screamed, "If you hadn't forcibly taken my parasite, how could I become this inhuman and ghostly state of soul?"

"The state of the soul?" Although Jon talked about the old story of a woman marrying two husbands, Mo Fan still keenly found the point of his words and frowned and said, "Since you are all souls, what happened to the convulsions just now?"

"I also want to ask you what's going on?" Hearing Mo Fan mention convulsions, in this half day, Jon, who was tortured almost crazy, waved his fist and said angrily, "Since you seized my parasite, I have fallen into this damn place in turn, and I will have a convulsion from time to time."

"Oh, no wonder! The old man is about to be turned into schizophrenic!" Mo Fan, who suddenly realized, nodded as if he didn't understand and asked the doubts in his heart, "So why didn't you say it when I asked what you wanted to do just now?"

"What just now? I don't know." Jon, who sat up from the ground, turned his head and didn't want to look at Mo Fan again. He even wanted to kill him. If it hadn't been for the unexpected appearance of this guy, he would not have fallen into such a miserable appearance.

But now, Jon is not only trapped in Mo Fan's consciousness space, but also has no physical control permission, let alone break Mo Fan's consciousness space, find a new parasite, and endure endless convulsions. How can this not make Jon angry?

"Then what do you know?" Seeing that Jon was not a bird of himself, Mo Fan, who was confused, still asked, "Or, what can I do to help you?"

"I don't know anything, and I don't need your help." Jon bit his death and didn't let go. Obviously, he was very resentful of Mo Fan.

"Do you know Jon, such a genius alchemist?" Seeing that Jon was too lazy to pay attention to himself, Mo Fan asked again. Because some things must be explained clearly, otherwise God knows whether this guy will become his burden at a critical moment.

"Nonsense, I'm Jon." Jon turned around arrogantly, looked at Mo Fan disdainfully, then remembered his current experience, and unconsciously pulled his head down and whispered, "But what can a genius do? It's not as good as death. But I'm really unwilling!"

Jon muttered in a low voice, and Mo Fan, who had a sharp ear, listened to it all and felt that the guy with a door quickly asked, "Aren't you become a soul?" How can you die? Can't the soul last forever?"

However, before Jon spoke from decadence, a white light suddenly appeared in this mysterious world, and then an inexplicable suction pulled Mo Fan out.