"I think my grandfather is not as good as you."

"How dare you lie to me."

Karen smiled and said nothing.

After a period of silence and a terrifyingly depressing atmosphere:

"Hahaha."

Rasma smiled.

He wanted to endure it, but he couldn't help it.

If tonight Mason said that he found a familiarity with his father in himself, which was a secret feeling for Rasma, then Karen's flattery was so straightforward that he did not tell any implicit "lies"... It really touched his heart directly.

He knew it was a lie, but he was just happy.

Because other people simply couldn't understand how miserable it was for him to be suppressed by that guy's light when he was supposed to be the most energetic young man.

Just like the moon in the sky above their heads at this time, people will always first look at the moon, and then count the stars, and no matter how bright the stars are, they are always a foil for the moon.

Not many people knew Rasma and Dis, so it was the first time for Rasma to hear such false words.

"Why don't you tell me anxiously that there is an urgent matter to deal with ahead of time?"

Karen replied: "I believe that since my grandfather has a clone, you must also have one."

When Rasma appeared in front of him, Karen knew very well that there was no danger over Pu'er, because with such a big eye hanging there, it was impossible for Rasma not to notice Pu'er.

Even if he didn't notice, Dis would.

Grandpa is asleep, but his eyes are always guarding the family. Now, he has returned home. This is also Pu'er's home.

Although Pu'er and Dis don't get along as closely as he does, in Pu'er's own words, Dis has never used his guidance since he was a child, and before he could react, Pu'er sighed: Ah, my little one. Dis, you have grown up.

Dis's height surpassed Pu'er's own peak.

However, it is undeniable that in Dis's heart, there will be a black cat in this series of memories from his childhood to adulthood to marriage to raising children and finally to raising grandchildren.

Although its surname is Allen, the colloquial habit of Pu'er has long been: Our Inmelais family.

Dis once warned the Cult of Order that if his family was attacked by the power of the church, then the Temple of Order would usher in two roars.

Family here doesn't just refer to Karen.

"You kid, I remember when I first saw you, you still had a blank look in your eyes. Now, you are really more mature and restrained;

After all, he is his grandson. You were not purified when you left Ruilan, and you were not even a servant of God. Now you are actually..."

When Rasma said this, the space beside him was distorted, and Lord Ogi's figure appeared and punched Rasma on the head.

"Crack!"

Mr. Ogi's sneak attack, Rasma raised his hand and blocked it firmly on the side of his face. It was as simple as Mr. Ogi was deliberately cooperating in an exhibition match.

"Who are you? I must know your identity!" Lord Augie shouted.

"You don't need to know who I am, and you don't have the right to know."

After saying that, Rasma turned to one side, grabbed Mr. Oji's wrist with his left hand and pulled him towards him. Mr. Oji, who had terrifying physical strength, seemed to have turned into a weak woman in Rasma's hands.

After pulling him over, Rasma raised his foot and kicked Mr. Oji in the stomach.

"Bang!"

Lord Auggie turned into a meteor again and fell downwards.

"It's actually very simple to defeat a dragon. Even though her physical condition is terrible after she turns into a human form, she is also not adapted to the distribution of her own power in the human form. If you find the right joints, you can easily defeat her with much weaker strength.

she."

Rasma seemed to be giving live lessons, which could be regarded as a little feedback for Karen's previous flattery.

Karen hurriedly said: "So that's it, my grandfather never taught me this."

"Ha..." Lord Rasma was suppressing laughter again.

Perhaps, this was the first time in his life that he felt that a child who liked to tell lies could be so cute.

But only Karen knows that this kind of teaching from Rasma is actually useless. When your power level exceeds Auggie, you can naturally defeat her with the smallest force, but when your power level is much lower than Auji,

, Auggie can completely teach you how to be a human being by crushing him with absolute strength.

"What's going on with that guy from the Fallen God Cult?"

Rasma had obviously received the message from her clone on the other side.

"He is an assassin who almost killed the whole family of the regional chief bishop in York City tonight."

"Oh, it's to frame the desert god..."

At this time, the space behind Rasma was distorted again, and the figure of Lady Ogi appeared again. She faced Rasma's back and opened her mouth directly. The terrifying lava was brewing in her mouth and was about to spurt out.

"Bata!"

Rasma snapped her fingers, and Lady Ogi behind her immediately froze there. Even the hot lava in her mouth could not be spit out and was still entrenched in her mouth.

Rasma turned around and gently lifted Auggie's chin with the palm of her left hand to close her mouth.

"Woooo..."

In an instant, thick black mist spewed out from Mr. Auggie's nostrils and ears, like a coal-fuelled locomotive blowing its whistle.

Rasma's right hand was originally a fist, but when it was about to touch Auggie's head, it paused for a moment. Finally, she released her fist, and her ring finger and thumb touched Auggie's forehead and flicked up.

"Boom!"

There was a very clear crisp sound, but to Auggie, it was like someone punched her head hundreds of times at the same time, not only knocking her away, but also knocking her consciousness into dizziness.

But this time there is a change, that is, it changes from a vertical drop to a parabola.

After flicking a dragon away, Rasma lowered her head, breathed at her fingers, and then flicked her wrist.

"It's quite interesting. Did that guy run here on purpose when he was escaping? He passed through a teleportation circle as a springboard?"

"Yes, you are right. I think he may feel that this is a vacuum within our sect's sphere of influence."

"Vacuum?" Rasma laughed out loud, "Then next time I will have to set up a few stone tablets outside this area and engrave the word 'forbidden zone' on them to prevent those moths from getting inexplicably in the future.

Break in."

"There shouldn't be such an exaggeration..."

"Exaggeration?" Rasma's expression changed and she snorted coldly, "Humph, if you were caught instead of that cat, think about what would happen now."

Karen sensed the change in Rasma's mood, and this slightly abrupt change often meant it was a foreshadowing.

"Well, since your grandpa is still asleep and can't wake up, then as your grandpa's peer, that is, your elder, I have to take some responsibility for your grandpa. I should train you no matter what. This is also for your own good.

, can you understand?"

"Sir, I think the most important thing is to resolve the matter here as soon as possible."

"During training, even if there are a few bumps and bruises, as long as it's not life-threatening, it's all worth it, right?"

"Sir, I feel that now is not the time to learn from you. The higher-ups in the teaching have been shaken by this assassination. We should..."

"You agree, right? After all, a little loss and a little injury can be exchanged for substantial improvement and progress in consciousness. What a good deal, right?"

Karen was silent because he realized two things;

The first thing is that Rasma wants to teach herself a lesson.

The second thing is that he is actually not asking himself, but asking Dis for his opinion.

Rasma gently touched a ring on her finger and said with a smile: "This dragon is not suitable to be used as a sparring partner. The assassin has been injured by me now. You go and deal with him. I will give you some advice."

Your move."

"Thank you for giving me this rare opportunity. I will definitely understand and learn with my heart."

"Well, very good. It seems that you have accepted it readily. Listen, accept it!"

The last half of the sentence was shouted loudly, as if he was afraid that the old man lying on the bed would not hear clearly and cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

To put it bluntly, it is true that Rasma wants to teach something, but it is also true that she wants to use this reason to make that person's grandson become bruised and swollen or seriously injured.

If the old one doesn't dare to touch it, then the only way is to find some balance with the younger one. Otherwise, God knows if you will be asked to rescue the cat this time, or whether you will be allowed to rescue the dog next time!

Karen said respectfully:

"Please rest assured, sir, when I go back this time, I will definitely pass on what you taught me this time to Vic."

"Vic? Do you know Vic?"

"Hey, it seems you still don't know that Vic is now my subordinate and my right-hand assistant. He has always told me that he has a very excellent teacher who deserves his lifelong respect.

I swear that I will double the support and guidance you gave me this time and give it back to Vic."

Rasma was silent.

He is very grumpy!

Karen took the initiative to urge: "Sir, can we start now?"
Chapter completed!