Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Finally, just as Ronan was about to ejaculate, he ripped off his wolf-tooth sheath, and the two of them immediately turned around, their backsides facing the window.

Elena and Agustina knelt on the ground, hands on the ground, bodies pressed tightly together, faces touching, mouths open, tongues out, like female dogs waiting to be fed, together welcoming Ronan's powerful, thick, white semen.

Having just caught and swallowed the semen, the two pounced on each other, kneeling down to clean up the remaining semen with their tongues.

The three people outside couldn't see the two inside cleaning up the mess with their mouths; they could only see two buttocks swaying slightly. But it was precisely this sight that made it all the more stimulating, causing the three, who had been masturbating for a while, to ejaculate simultaneously. Seeing Elena and Agustina get up, the three, having finished, immediately walked away.

inside the house.

Ronan looked at the two of them and asked, "Had your fun?"

Elena brushed the sweat-stuck blonde hair from her forehead to her sides and let out a long sigh. "It's alright."

As Agustina took off her socks, she replied, "It's barely enough, it's provided some relief."

"So, shall we continue tomorrow?" Ronan asked, then added, "To be honest, it wasn't very interesting just now. You guys didn't let me touch you properly." "Forget it, you should go and satisfy those three kids tomorrow," Agustina said. "Look how greedy they are. Your stinky dick is a menace, turning such young kids into this state."

“Exactly, exactly,” Elena chimed in. “And why didn’t you touch me? When you were touching me, you almost tore my stockings to shreds, and the same went for Tina’s black stockings.”

"The touching during foreplay and the touching during sex are not the same thing; it's the difference between flirting and release," Ronan explained seriously.

Agustina threw the socks in front of Ronan. "You're really something. You have a point. Here, feel them slowly."

Ronan laughed. "You know perfectly well that I never touch anything that's not worn on the legs."

Elena took off her white bodysuit. "Let's go, take Na to wash up." The two left together.

Ronan slept alone that night and slept exceptionally soundly. He didn't get up until noon the next day.

He was also unusually energetic, having completely broken free from the previous boring state of simply striving towards a goal.

Afterwards, the group spent a few days in Yunnan before setting off back to Chang'an. Although time wasn't exactly a race against the clock, and some things can't be rushed, a sense of urgency was still necessary.

The project that needs to be started must begin.

Soon, Ronan came into contact with Zhao Shu.

After explaining his purpose, Zhao Shu immediately offered to help in any way he could.

This is perfectly normal. Zhao Shu can also share the research results, and he himself is eager to improve his power level, especially after losing to Dinia.

More than two months later, with Zhao Shu's help, they managed to put together a team.

It can only be said that people who have lived for hundreds of years are still useful.

At this point, the project to study how to advance to the eighth level was officially launched.

Everything is moving in a positive direction, but no one knows how long it will take to overcome those few difficult problems.

Unfortunately, if Ronan and Dinia weren't at the eighth rank and didn't have enough strength, he wouldn't be able to talk to his son properly.

Moreover, most of the time it's no use saying anything; the only option is to fight to the death.

Chapter 1292 Five Years Later, Nation and Family, A Will to Save the World

In another time and space, five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

After Garcia's death, all the anomalies were resolved.

Amandina, with Gus and Ariman, made a triumphant return, first winning over Garcia's confidants, then returning to Paristo, the capital of France, to take over the company.

Instead of returning to the company, Ahriman chose to enter politics.

Gus and Armandina spent two years first reorganizing the company from top to bottom, and then launched a near-revolutionary reform within the company, revitalizing this still powerful but decaying and rigid giant corporation.

This may seem very difficult, but it's actually quite simple: cut away the rotten flesh and replace it with new flesh.

However, this kind of behavior is extremely difficult for most organizations that have been established for a long time and have intricate internal relationships. In Seris's words, "The current situation of the court is such that the Emperor Taizu must be resurrected." Coincidentally, Guts is the founder of the company, and he also inherited the legacy of the founder, Garcia.

There have been many things happening in the past two years.

France spent two difficult years quelling internal and external troubles. It was true that it won both the wars, but the economy did not improve at all; on the contrary, it was declining, and the president had no choice but to step down.

During the two years of war, Garijaman had become a ministerial-level official, thanks to his outstanding abilities and, more importantly, the support of G&A Company.

Soon, a new president was elected, and Garryman, as a staunch supporter of the new president, infiltrated Congress.

A year later, the president, eager to launch reforms, died in an assassination attempt.

When elections resumed, Galiman, a close friend of the president, publicly proclaimed his intention to carry on the legacy and continue reforms, while domestically he chanted the slogan of remembering the humiliation and seeking revenge with iron will.

With the support of both domestic and international slogans, Garryman became the new president. Upon taking office, he established a special investigation team under the pretext of investigating the presidential assassination attempt, and at the same time restarted a series of presidential reforms.

The president's case remained unsolved, and the investigation team grew larger and larger, eventually being reorganized into the Extraordinary Crime Investigation Bureau, an agency with the characteristics of a secret service.

However, most people are not averse to this, because those who are investigated and sentenced are either high-ranking officials or capitalists, which is very gratifying.

Those who disliked him dared not express it, because Ahriman had the banner of "investigating the president's murder." Anyone who opposed him was a suspect, someone who wanted to undermine the republic, a rebel who plotted against the country. Someone would come to his door and say, "Sir, you've been caught," and then invite him into the Bureau of Investigation to "fish for fish."

Fishing for seafood was an old trick of Director Garango during Ronan's time. He would smash a person's limbs, use those limbs as ropes to tie himself up with a target, put him in a cage, cut hundreds of wounds on his body, and then sink him into the sea.

Superhumans don't die, and their bodies are generally unharmed, but even their mental fortitude can't withstand the endless confinement of the deep sea.

As for killing Ahriman, that's a joke. There's no one left in this world who could kill him.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and France has recovered in those two years.

In fact, Ahriman didn't do much, just two things.

First, several monopolistic giants, represented by G&A, were broken up, and taxes on the wealthy were increased. Second, public education was greatly improved, giving the poor access to education, and the number of grassroots civil servants, mainly police officers, was expanded. The economy and people's livelihoods naturally improved.

At this moment, Ahriman is at home playing Go with his mother, Canaan.

Ahriman crossed her arms and looked at Canaan, who was holding a chess piece and staring intently at the chessboard. "Mom, are you still going to persist? You should have resigned in the middle game."

"Stop talking nonsense, I haven't lost yet," Canaan shouted angrily.

At that moment, a young man entered, carrying a stack of documents. This was Ariman's secretary. Ariman was annoyed as soon as he saw him. "If you bother me again, I'll resign. Take this to the Vice President to handle."

The secretary could only nod and leave dejectedly.

When Ahriman looked back at the chessboard and saw that the pieces had been moved, he couldn't help but smile helplessly, "Mom, cheating is not a good thing."

Canaan chimed in, "This is called balancing strength, understand?"

"Then why don't I just let you have your three sons?" Ahriman retorted.

Canaan laughed, "Does that mean I'm admitting I'm weaker than you?"

“Okay, I give up.” Aliman gave his mother Canaan a thumbs up. “You’re amazing.”

At that moment, Canaan looked up at his son, "Ariman."

"Hmm?" Ahriman asked, puzzled.

Canaan moved the chess piece back to its original position, indicating that she had given up. "Can't we just be happy like this as a family? Your father has already lost several sons. When you were little, you were his favorite. Are some things really necessary?" She knew that Ronan, who was in another time and space, was almost there too. When Ronan returned, it would be the end of these happy days.

"No." Ahriman's answer was simple, his tone gentle, yet exceptionally firm.

Canaan put a hand to his forehead and sniffed.

"Don't cry," Aliman said, quickly pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and reaching out to wipe his mother's tears.

Canaan snatched the handkerchief, wiped his face, and flung it back at him. "I'm leaving. Your father is, and so are you. You're both always annoying in this respect."

Watching his mother's departing figure, Ariman sighed softly, then began playing a puzzle game by himself.

He enjoys this kind of family life, but he has his own ideals to achieve.

Meanwhile, Canaan went to Alice's side.

Gus and Armandina recently had twins, a boy and a girl, who are now the darlings of their group of women. With nothing else to do, they spend almost every day doting on the two little ones.

However, Gus and Amandina, the parents, didn't have time to take care of their child.

When Canaan arrived, Alice was rocking the cradle, Zhao Yingqi was making funny faces to amuse the child, Madam Zhao was preparing the nutritional supplement that Faith had developed, Ambrina was playing very soothing and gentle music, and Lu Jianling was knitting sweaters and vests for the children.

Falek arrived shortly afterward.

Canaan immediately leaned over and asked, "Little Fa, have you figured out what he's up to?" As a mother, Canaan knew very well that her son Ahriman did not want to rule France. He had no interest in such a trivial matter, and it would not cause any conflict with Ronan. Taking control of the French government was at most a way for him to build a platform to do some things.

Falek shook his head. "I don't know. It's somewhat related to the white tree from five years ago, but the fundamental purpose is definitely different."

"Then take a guess." Canaan was eager to know the answer, even if it was just a guess.

Falek shook her head silently. Even she, who was usually good at making deductions, couldn't guess what Ariman was planning this time.

At this moment, Alice, who didn't know much about technology, spoke up, "I think he plans to rebuild a supernatural system and create a 'god' who can mobilize these powers to control everything, to open a channel and completely end the doomsday countdown."

Chapter 1293 I Don't Understand But I Do, I Guessed Right, Someone Needs to Sit on the Golden Toilet

Alice didn't understand technology or Ahriman, but she knew her son Gus.

What reason could possibly make someone like Gus follow Ahriman so unwaveringly, even if it meant standing against his parents and risking his life? She couldn't think of anything else.

"I think Ronan probably already guessed this."

Alice added another sentence.

At this moment, several women's eyes turned to them. If Alice's statement was true, then where did the conflict between Ahriman and Ronan lie?

Alice was also puzzled by this question.

Canaan remained silent. Falek sighed and said, "Such a 'god' will probably be nailed there forever. I think Ahriman probably wants to use Ronan as that stake, and perhaps, Dinia as well."

this......

Canaan remained silent because when Alice voiced her guess, she had already thought of what Falek had said.

His sons, Aliman and Garcia, are different from Luo Chenghao. There is absolutely no emotional element in his conflict with Ronan, and he is definitely not trying to satisfy his own selfish desires and delusions by bringing disaster to the world.

He only wanted to sacrifice himself, but this "personal sacrifice" was unacceptable to her and everyone else.

“Believe it or not, Ronan won’t let us get involved in this,” Ambrina, who was playing the piano nearby, suddenly spoke up. “It’s a matter between the father and son right now, at most Dinia will be involved. And Ariman will probably exclude Guts as well.”

Knock knock, a knock on the door, and then Gus and Amandina walked in.

"What are you doing here?" Alice questioned her son.

Gus replied, "I've come to tell you something. Next weekend, Ariman, Dina and I are planning to host a dinner for you. The two kids can be left with the babysitter."

After saying that, Gus was about to leave when Alice called him back.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Alice asked seriously.

Gus shrugged. "Mother, you know I won't answer that question." With that, he turned and left with Amandina without looking back.

A few days later, in the afternoon, in the suburbs, at a hunting ground of a manor.

Ahriman and Gus were busy at the stove they had set up in the wild. Ahriman was the head chef, Gus was his assistant, and Amandina was their helper, responsible for chopping vegetables and preparing ingredients.

In one afternoon, the three of them worked together to prepare a table of dishes that combined Chinese and Western cuisine.

The food was good, but the atmosphere was terrible.

They all ate their food in silence, as if they were in a hurry to deal with important matters and had to be temporarily stuck at the dinner party.

After the meal, Armandina, like a dedicated maid, cleared the plates from the table and brought over the freshly baked mini cakes, which were served as dessert.

Aliman grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it. "Judging by the time, Dad should be back soon, so I won't hide some things from Mother and the aunts anymore."

"This world is an incomplete world created by the will of the Creator God. Even if the Extraordinary System doesn't malfunction, this world won't last long. In my father's words, simply fixing the Extraordinary System only stops the countdown to the end of the world. We must also connect this world to the real universe to save it."

"Here I must mention Brother Garcia. Although he is dead, the White Tree he created is still a tool that can play a crucial role."

"At that time, I will connect the White Tree to the core of the Extraordinary System to form a new whole. Then, the magic will form a cycle in the three spaces of the Celestial Realm, the Mortal Realm, and Hell, and continue to operate in this way. Moreover, this system will have a self-repair function."

"But this whole system is not enough to just operate according to the rules. Sometimes it is necessary to take the initiative to do some things. First of all, it is used to reopen the spacetime entrance connecting to the outside world."

"The spacetime tunnel was originally created by the creator god, but according to my calculations and the statements of those artificial intelligences, the probability of it connecting to the planet of their alien civilization is not high. It will most likely connect to an unknown world. It's hard to say whether it's a blessing or a curse, but we have no choice but to do it."

“It depends on luck.

"At that time, we must ensure that the coverage of the supernatural system extends to the connected worlds. After all, people in our world are part of the entire supernatural system from birth. If the supernatural system has a problem, we will also have a problem. Similarly, without the supernatural system, we will not only lose our power, but we will die."

"To accomplish these tasks, the new system needs a 'god-like' core."

"I think you've already guessed it."

“Dad wouldn’t agree. If he wanted to sit on the golden toilet and become a god, he could have done it long ago. He could have done it when he saw the truth of this world in the heavens. Auntie, you may not know this. I didn’t know it at first either. It was only after Sister Astrid told me that I found out.”

At this moment, several people's expressions changed, and some even thought to themselves, "As expected."

Astrid was clearly hiding something and taking no action, while Liu Chongsi seemed to have attained enlightenment and ignored everything.

"You will not agree to this either, so the only way to solve this problem will be through violence."

“Mother and everyone else, please don’t get involved. I think Father thinks so too.”