Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Ryan frowned, immediately sensing that this person was no ordinary individual.

Could it be...

She was a saint sent by the Holy Fire Church.

Chapter 86 Ryan brought out the national treasure!

Damn the Vatican!

Ryan cursed inwardly.

Let's try again, at least to find out her name.

Ryan has plenty of strength and means.

Since jam and bread didn't work, he pulled out his trump card.

A row of red element bottles was taken out. Melanie glanced at them furtively, her pupils trembling slightly. These were actually large bottles of element bottles.

500ml.

The most crucial part is what follows.

Ryan smiled and conjured a little ice trick, freezing it onto the red element bottle. The rising cold air flowed into the element bottle, instantly dissipating some of the sweltering heat of early summer.

It was still chilled.

No one can resist a large bottle of chilled red pigment after a long journey in the sweltering summer.

Just like when running a marathon, you can't refuse a large bottle of chilled blue essence.

It can restore mana.

Melanie had to admit that Ryan was incredibly wealthy, even bringing out the national treasure.

She reluctantly turned her gaze away and silently swallowed.

Ryan observed the subtle details in Melanie's eyes; this girl certainly knew her stuff. He became even more certain of his guess: Melanie was likely a monk sent by the Holy See of Blazing Fire to keep him from doing anything wrong.

It seems that my evil deeds in the territory of Chuguang have aroused the suspicion of the cult.

We need to find a way to corrupt her with the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism.

Ryan made his decision. "Hmph, I'm here. Darkness has fallen over the Land of No Light."

The rows of bottles of red pigment also attracted the attention of the rest of the restaurant.

Although they may not be experts, they can at least appreciate special effects. The special effects for the red element are quite luxurious, let alone the one for the iced element.

Their instincts screamed wildly inside them that drinking these potions would relieve their pain.

But since their master hadn't given any orders, they didn't dare to make a move, or even think about it.

Ryan simply waved his hand and uttered two simple words: "Drink freely."

Enjoy your drink.

Two simple and unadorned words, spoken in a plain and unassuming manner.

That's the source of their confidence.

Anyway, it wasn't his supplies that were being spent.

Ryan intends to use Lu Mingfa's dog food to corrupt the spies sent by Lu Mingfa.

However, although he looked cool while drinking, Ryan is now a little out of breath.

Miss Jasmine, hiding in the shadows, angrily grabbed Ryan by the neck, "My dog ​​food! My royalties! Don't steal my dog ​​food!"

In the eyes of the refugees, Ryan's image had completely changed. This noble young master was simply the incarnation of a god. No, not just an incarnation, he was a god, after all, he looked divine and was a holy son.

Perhaps it was just an illusion from being in the sun for too long, but they vaguely saw a soul leaving Ryan's body.

That's right.

This must be the manifestation of the divine fire.

When Ryan arrived, dawn broke over the Land of No Light.

The adults approached cautiously, bowing once more before tremblingly taking a bottle.

Although Ryan said they could drink as much as they wanted, they only dared to take one bottle, which they divided into smaller portions using shrunken water bags. They fed the children first, and only drank the rest themselves.

Once the red element enters the body, it begins to repair the internal organs that have atrophied due to hunger and the injuries sustained along the way. Although it is useless against curses, at least it prevents you from suddenly kicking out while eating.

Melanie watched the refugees drink from flasks and eat bread.

On a hot summer day, the cool aroma mixed with the fragrance of food lingers for a long time.

Damn.

Isn't this just making people drool?

Out of a sense of dignity as the starving heir, Melanie had no choice but to turn her hunger into resentment, glaring fiercely at Ryan.

She cannot submit to a mere mortal.

But the more she did this, the more convinced Ryan became that she was a staunchly religious underground worker.

We will not take a single needle or thread from the people.

As for the possibility of a witch or something, Ryan basically didn't believe it.

No witch would be so low-class.

Every witch is the embodiment of the concept of a curse.

Even the least senior princess, the Sick Princess, has been entrenched in Straw Town for a hundred years, and her curse can spread across half of the Dark Territory.

The players are arriving this afternoon, time is running out, and Ryan has to resort to his last resort.

He used frost magic to freeze several ice cubes and put them into the red element bottle.

“This one,” Ryan’s voice was devilish, “with ice.”

"Heh." Melanie smiled calmly.

...

When I came to my senses, I was already drinking heartily.

"Who do you want to kill?"

Melanie put down her cup, stared at Ryan, and said seriously, "Just write your name."

...This corruption is too thorough.

Ryan blinked and was satisfied with just a drink.

Is your faith in the Blazing Fire so wavering?

Are you a pure and innocent male college student?

He only wanted to build a good relationship with this woman, hoping she would turn a blind eye if he did anything wrong in the future. He never expected her to immediately change the subject to, "Who are you going to kill?"

You can get drunk even from drinking beverages.

“I don’t need to kill anyone,” Ryan told her seriously, taking it as a joke. “You just need to stay quiet.”

“Tell me your name when you need it,” Melanie said, turning to break off a piece of bread and put it in her mouth.

In Melanie's eyes, this was an exchange between her and Ryan: a bottle of drink and a loaf of bread for a life.

This is the worldview of "The Curse".

She would spare Ryan's life until the debt was paid off, since time was the one thing witches never lacked.

She was just thirsty from traveling today, not because she, the Hungry Witch, was actually hungry. It was just an accident, and it won't happen again.

Ryan discovered he still couldn't see any information about Melanie, didn't even know her name, and her favorability rating hadn't changed at all. They weren't brothers, just strangers.

Did they give you the food for free?

Ryan's face darkened. This girl was indeed not simple. Her corruption was just an act. She was very stubborn and her faith was very firm.

She shamelessly freeloads food, undoubtedly a saintly figure cultivated by the Vatican.

One day, he'll see this guy's entry.

"What's your name?" Since he couldn't see the name, Ryan had to ask it himself.

Melanie ignored Ryan and buried her head in her bread.

This is her payment for her work; she has every right to eat it.

“If you don’t speak, I’ll just call you Meimei,” Ryan said. “I’ve heard some kids call you Meimei before.”

Melanie frowned. She didn't like the name, and she disliked even more the way the Lu family called her; it lacked any of the majesty of a witch.

She then whispered, "Melanie."

“Okay, Meimei.” Ryan nodded. “Understood, Meimei.”

"Why don't you take off your hood?" Ryan asked curiously. "Won't it be inconvenient to eat like this?"

Melanie had been wearing a hood ever since she entered the room, her face always shrouded in shadow, except for her bright eyes. When she heard Ryan's question, she replied nonchalantly, "I'm not good-looking, which affects my appetite."

Once the curse was removed from its hood, no one dared to eat the meal.

No one dared to look directly at the hunger.

Since being chosen as the witch's goddess, Melanie has seen countless fearful gazes, which she finds quite good, as it effectively establishes the witch's authority.

She's not good-looking!

Ryan's eyes lit up. This restaurant had all sorts of strange and bizarre monsters, yet she was still rejected because of her appearance.

Are there more experts?

Ryan was overjoyed; wasn't this the perfect protagonist for Dei?

Ugly is beautiful; the ugliest is the most beautiful.

Ryan wants to monopolize players' aesthetic rights; only the manufacturers have the right to define beauty and ugliness.

“Take off your hat,” Ryan said seriously. “This is the money for today’s meal.”

Foolish person.

Melanie looked up and gave Ryan a cold glance, completely unaware of the implications of his promise.

She hated Ryan's perpetually composed face.

Since this young master likes to watch the bizarre, Melanie doesn't mind scaring him to tears.

With such wicked intentions, Melanie removed her hood—

“You two have great natural features.” After looking at them, Ryan gave a thumbs up and sincerely commented, “You are actually very beautiful.”

Melanie: "Huh?"

Jasmine: "Huh?!"

Chapter 87 Ryan is truly doomed (Biological Level)

"The sisters have good natural features."

“You’re just a little thin,” Ryan said honestly. “You’ll definitely look great once you gain weight.”

ha?

What does "slightly thin" mean? And can phrases like "would look great if she gained weight" be combined like this?

Melanie blinked. Ryan's short sentence had several flaws, leaving her completely confused. It was the first time she had ever heard someone praise her for having a good foundation.

The first feeling that welled up in my heart was not joy, but astonishment.

Everyone has different ideas.

Melanie suspected that the guy had a fetish for disabled people.

"I've gained another politically correct general..." Ryan thought to himself with secret delight.

He can like this? Could he really have a child with the Zerg Queen? Jasmine's eyes were filled with despair.