Taming the Dark Lord

That's not right, how fat four!

Harvey quickly went to see the little black face, thinking in another way, so he was hit in the head so severely, even if it was done by the mother who had already gone, Harvey could not agree!

This little black face is so powerful, should he have the same pride as a strong man?

Harvey looked over with the little expectation of a girl, it even thought of the woman being interrupted and begging for mercy just like it.

However, what it saw was shocking its jaw.

I saw the little black face with a sullen face, and angrily broke away from the woman's hand pulling his ears, and said something that Harvey didn't understand, what'map', what'don't recognize the way', what'you deliberately'.

Although the words were very imposing, and the expression was fierce and terrifying, but there was no slap back at all, the light whip was not taken out, and the black thing was not taken out.

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Where did you beat me before!

This couple of dogs!

Harvey jumped up angrily.

Anger washed away its few sanity.

At this moment it didn't think how the girl cut off its head easily, and how the little black face took it away with a whip, and Harvey rushed towards the two with soaring hatred and anger.

"Puff!"

The light whip randomly shattered the ugly green head, shook off the dirty blood, and snaked back to the owner's slender fingers.

The light whip is like Alfonso's meridian, extending from the fingertips, extremely strong, and extremely flexible, it is a very difficult weapon to wrap.

Amelia retracted her gaze and continued to pinch her waist to ask: "What are you doing here? Sneak up, do you want to attack me?"

Alfonso sneered and turned away without looking back, showing his disdain.

This woman is really contrived.

Obviously, he deliberately found a complicated terrain and threw him away, and now he came over innocently and said: You haven't left yet.

Who can walk in such a place?If he didn't want to let him go, he figured out this way to make him give up. This woman was really insidious, and he was right at first.

With some inexplicable pride, Alfonso sat back in the shade of the tree, his back straight, fixedly looking forward.

The rustle of someone walking on fallen leaves.

The voice gradually approached and extended behind him.

The dark elf tightened.

A soft white and delicate hand suddenly fell on his shoulder, and the girl leaned down, her soft blond hair scattered with fragrance: "Don't move."

Alfonso:?

Not only did the girl didn't explain, she had to move closer, and covered his mouth. Yun's blue pupils reflected his shocked expression.

"Hush, they're here." Amelia looked at the cautiously approaching crowd from a distance through the hedge, backhand pressed down the slender and tall elves, and whispered: "You are not allowed to come out, you are not allowed to make trouble. Be quiet, be quiet."

Not far away, Rita held the crying little boy and shouted: "Amelia, where are you? Are you okay? Are you injured?"

Debra frowned and said, "It won't happen, will it?"

Rita was full of confidence: "No, Amelia is very strong, how could something go wrong."

Debra curled his lips, looked at the jungle in the distance, and suddenly stopped.

The girl separated the branches and walked out with her magic wand: "I'm fine, the Devourer has been killed."

Debra: "What about the corpse?"

Amelia scratched her face embarrassedly: "It was broken by me."

The eyes of everyone suddenly rose in awe.

Rita couldn't help but said: "Awesome."

Debra snorted: "You finally let go of your unnecessary kindness."

Amelia said haha ​​and changed the subject with a guilty conscience: "Is this kid okay, where did he come from?"

"He can't say clearly, only that he lives in the forest." Rita touched the boy's head distressedly: "How can anyone live in this kind of forest? I think he is frightened."

Amelia: "Just in case, let's go and take a look in the direction he pointed. First send the child back, and then find the witch's residence, how about?"

As she said this, she felt nervous as if a string was hanging in her heart. The fellow Alfonso has always been disobedient, and I don't know how long he can lie on his back, so he has to take these people away quickly.

But the more anxious she is, the more troublesome people will make.

Rita yelled suddenly and took a step back, "Amelia, the bush behind you moved."

Everyone was shocked and drew their swords at the bushes.

"You guys don't move!" Amelia stood in front of everyone obligatedly: "I'll go over and take a look."

Among the towering trees, the dark elf was lying lazily on his back among the fallen leaves, his bloody eyes half-hidden, and a strange and indeterminate light glowed under the shadow of the sun.

This guy, even simply lying down, can feel the creepy aura, making people afraid to stand higher than him.

Amelia's movements paused.

Hearing the movement, the dark elf opened his eyes and glanced over.

He may not be in a good mood, but when he saw it, Amelia had the urge to kneel down.

He...is he angry?

Amelia hesitated, squatted halfway, and touched the elf moonlight hair under the cover of the bushes.

"What's the matter, why are you suddenly angry? I will come to you when they are away, okay?"

Amelia coaxed in a low voice, and the light and soft silver hair glided across her fingertips. Her skin was very white, but the hair was whiter than her skin, the texture was transparent, and it glowed like jade.

Alfonso's dark complexion was touched, and he glanced at her kindly and motioned her to continue.

Amelia lifted her spirits and continued her efforts: "I forgot to give you a map. I was not cautious about this. It caused you to stay alone in the forest for so long. I will definitely compensate you. Just don't talk to me. Are you angry?"

Amelia has mastered the skill of acting like a baby without a teacher, and the effect is very good.

The elf was taken aback for a moment, raised his eyes and glanced at her, then turned around in disgust, the silver hair flowing down like a waterfall, revealing only slightly blushing long ears.

It is really not easy to see the blush.

Amelia tried very hard to look at it, only to see the little red on the elf's honey skin.

It's like cherry jam embellished on chocolate, unobtrusive, but it makes people's tongue grow fluid, and they can't help but want to taste it.

Amelia worked very hard to pull her eyes off her long ears, touched the elf's shoulder with her finger, and whispered: "If you don't speak, I will treat you as if you agree? I should have time to come and find you tomorrow."

The elf ignored her.

Amelia got it.

Any fierce beast that is easily pacified by the hair should have a little shame of being tamed.

At this time, they should figure it out for themselves, and interruption can only add fuel to the fire and make them even more angry.

Amelia straightened up and exited the jungle, and said to the people waiting outside: "Nothing, just an ordinary little animal. Its parents should still be here. Let's not stay here anymore. Let's leave."

There was no objection.

When leaving this area, Amelia deliberately made a mark on the trunk so that she could find it when she came tomorrow.

Quiet in the noisy jungle.

After a while, a sneaky tentacle leaped out, revealing sharp teeth, and tweeted to strengthen the mark on the trunk.

Amelia and her group walked in the direction the little boy pointed, and they really found a small wooden house not far away.

The wooden house is exquisite and small, and a large string of dried salted fish and wild vegetables hangs on the outer wall.

Various crops were planted in the cultivated land in front of the house, and a muddy hoe was placed diagonally aside, as if someone was working halfway and suddenly something went out.

"Are there really people living here?" Rita was stunned. "Aren't they afraid of death? There are so many beasts and monsters here."

Debra also raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Be careful, maybe it's a witch's trap."

Everyone stood in front of this ordinary house, and was afraid to enter for a while. The little boy in Rita's arms cried and shouted to go in to find his sister. After being severely reprimanded, he closed his grievances with a pack of tears. mouth.

"Who are you?"

At this moment, a young girl's voice suddenly came from behind.

Everyone turned their heads, and in front of them was a plainly dressed peasant woman, with mud on her beautiful cheeks, and a large pile of wild fruits in her arms, tilting her head to look at them in doubt.

When the peasant woman was speaking, a strand of bright red hair fell from her turban.

Rita opened her eyes wide and pointed at her: "Witch! It's the witch who ran away!"

At the same time, the little boy in her arms burst into tears and asked the peasant woman to hug me with his arms like a lotus root festival: "Sister, they bullied me wow ah ah ah"