Taming the Dark Lord

At the end of the empty street, the cold wind rolled up the falling pieces of paper and whirled on the blood-coagulated ground.

The slender and tall black figure stood not far away. He closed his eyes slightly, his eartips trembling, and countless small voices gathered together, twisted into a small rope, and whirled in the ear of the elf.

No trace of her.

The familiar smell that had been lingering around him was gone.

An inexplicable emotion surged up. The elf stood for a while, his eyes deep, his body stiff as a sculpture, and his tentacles came from a distance, timidly not daring to step forward, lying on the ground shivering.

Hey, the master is terrible.

"Come here." The elf's voice was cold, and his tentacles shivered from the cold, thinking that the master was calling himself, and did not dare to delay, he rolled forward and rolled, and was suddenly squeezed halfway through.

The black book, which has been quietly tucked away in the corner, jumped up like a stimulant, using two-page book shells as legs, alternately running fast on the ground, squeezing its tentacles, and leaning in front of the elf flatteringly.

——This respectable and great **, what is your order?(A cheering emoji)

Alfonso’s face was about to freeze. He knelt down, his slender fingertips touched the small footprints on the ground, touched the remaining familiar smell, and he asked, "What about people."

Hei Shu happily turned around.

——After you left, the lady of saint sat on the ground for a while, first sighed with one hand supporting the chin, then lowered her head to think, and occasionally looked up at the sky...

Long Feifengwu's ink characters appeared on the pages of the book, at a rapid speed, as if to tell what happened after the elf had left-in full detail.

Alfonso impatiently ran the black book case: "Tell me, where?"

——Oh, even the dust under the feet of adults is so great and unbearable...

The black book flashed a line of handwriting quickly, and the ink quickly dissipated, and it condensed into a moving map, with a small black dot at the end, which was moving quickly in a certain direction.

Alfonso picked up the black book, distinguished the direction the map was pointing, the magic power running under his feet, stepping in the air, rushing towards the black spot.

Tentacles on the ground who are not in a hurry to get on the car: Zhizhi!!

Amelia had a sweet dream.In her dream, she seemed to have returned to the modern life of her previous life, shopping leisurely on the street, holding milk tea in one hand and burgers in the other.

In this world where the staple food is only white bread, it is so happy to drink milk tea.

She was thinking about being awesome and finally coming back from that terrible Western Fantasy World, a sudden cold in her back, and a familiar breath enveloped her.She looked up tremblingly, looking down at her with a black face that looked like a ghost, and smiled coldly.

The elf pinched her neck with one hand, pressed her fingertips to her throat, and exhaled a cold breath on her ears: "Where do you want to go?"

Amelia woke up in shock.

Above the head is a dilapidated golden dome. It can be seen that the carvings are exquisite and expensive to build, but the dust has already covered the soft female faces on the mural, and only the white wings behind it can be seen vaguely.

Where is this?

Amelia didn't react for a while, she turned with some misty blue eyes, and caught a smiling face, looking down at her condescendingly.

Amelia gasped loudly.

"Are you awake? You can really sleep." There was a sigh in the light voice, and the sunlight refracted from the shabby dome, covering him with a soft light, making him look more illusory and not like a real person.

And this beautiful unidentified humanoid creature, with a smile on the corners of his lips, and the cold golden pupil looked at her motionlessly like a predator locked in to its prey.

Amelia swallowed, "You...what's the situation?"

She rolled her eyes upwards, looking like she rolled her eyes, but she was actually trying her best to watch what the light made on her forehead.

A tingling itch came from his forehead, like the touch of a brush, it was fluffy, moist, and looped back and forth.

Is it possible to draw a villain on her face?!!

Amelia's expression cracked.

Bai/Elf was amused by her expression, Jin Tong's coldness dissipated, and the big beauty carved from snow jade leaned forward and closed with a smile, and raised her right hand slightly, finally allowing Amelia to see what he was holding.

It was really a pen with a golden, unknown liquid on the tip.

"What do you want to do?" Amelia tried her best to calm her mind and negotiate calmly.

But the next light movement caused her to lose control of her expression management again.

I saw Mei Ren'er stretched out her slender fingers to touch the back of her head, lifted her head with a slight effort, and then lifted it up and placed it on her...leg.

thigh.

Amelia: w(oДo)w

Bai/elf was amused by her again, pursing her lips and suppressing her smile, the pen returned to the girl's forehead, sketching something.

Big beauty's knee pillow.

Amelia, who felt this feeling again, did not have her heartbeat as fast as last time.

In other words, her heartbeat is indeed fast, not being teased, but hot.

The scorching temperature came, burning her skin through a layer of fabric, Amelia was so hot that her nose was sweating, her heart was hot, and she thought she was lying on the asphalt road in the summer.

It's too hot, even hotter than the last time a finger accidentally touched the light.

In just a few breaths of effort, Amelia had already felt her thirst. She pursed her lips, and the chapped lips touched each other, and there was a dry pain.

"Is it hot? Sorry, I can't control it now." Guang continued to write slowly, saying sorry in his mouth, but Amelia did not see a trace of apology in his eyes.

Amelia asked: "Are you going to die?"

Pause the nib.

She lowered her eyelashes and looked at her with unknown meaning: "It's really rude, you should use the word fall to the gods."

He did not deny.

So he really is going to die.

As if she had received some kind of affirmative reply, Amelia's tense expression relaxed, pressing the corners of her raised lips, closing her eyes to conceal her mood.

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"You left me here to explore this, right?" The tip of the pen gradually slipped down the peak of the eyebrow, clicked at the root of the mountain, and drew a small circle.

Amelia trembled so it was itchy and did not speak.

He didn't care, and smiled a few times on his own: "If you had tortured me a little bit earlier, maybe I wouldn't last until the moment I recovered my memory. You can kill the gods without any effort, but now everything is It's late, remember next time, don't be soft-hearted about tools."

With that said, do you want me to put some soldering iron on you to be happy?

Amelia curled her lips, she was too lazy to struggle, she couldn't fight anyway, and the struggle was a waste of effort.

Alfonso will definitely come to save her. Amelia never doubts this. What she is entangled is, can he get it through?

After all, it is a powerful god who has ruled the world for thousands of years. Even if it is about to fall due to unknown reasons, it is impossible to be weak enough to be defeated. The struggle before the death of the beast is the most deadly blow.

Come on slowly.

Amelia thought, wait until she is dead, so she won't get hurt.

"Okay." At this moment, Guang said suddenly, the pen tip stopped and he put aside.

He took the girl's shoulders and helped Amelia, who was completely paralyzed and unable to move, to turn into a mercury mirror with his right hand, reflecting the girl's white cheeks.

"Look, does it look good?" Guang chuckled lightly. He wrapped his arm around the girl's shoulder. The two were very close. The hot body temperature burned the golden hair, almost making a clear and audible squeak.

He tapped the girl's shoulder with his jaw to remind her to concentrate.

Amelia took a look at what he said, and her familiar facial features were reflected in the mirror. On her forehead, she painted complex and quiet patterns, like a gear, lifelike, like a living thing.

"What do you want to do?" She felt the magic power flowing slowly on the pattern, and she was obviously out of interest, and drew her a graffiti.

This pattern must have some effect.

The bottom half of his face shining light from the mirror, his lips twitched and slowly opened and closed, as if to say something, but Amelia couldn't hear it at all.Her breathing stagnated, her eyes widened, her gaze condensed on the black figure that appeared under the mirror.

Here comes here comes, here comes.

But they both pose...

Amelia tried to move her fingers again, trying to get rid of the hot embrace, but her body seemed to be paralyzed without any reaction.

She stared at her for a long time, and soon gave up in despair, closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was not there.

How does it feel to be seen by a jealous domestic cat in close contact with other cats?

Amelia shivered and shrank into a small ball, trying to get out of the cold murderous aura.

"Puff!"

Hikari was poked again.

Alfonso casually threw away the black book that was stepped on and the writing was all gray. The light whip from the tip of his right finger kept crushing his heart, and his voice seemed to be squeezed from his teeth: "Looking for death."

Before the blood flowed down, Hikari let go of her hand, and Amelia fell down with a plop, caught by the tentacles that did not know when she slipped over, and quietly transported it behind Alfonso.

I'll clean up you later.

Amelia read these words from the eyes of the dark elf, she did not dare to speak, and was sent straight to the outside of the temple, where a dozen tentacles were surrounding her firmly, protecting her.

Yes, the temple.

After she came out, Amelia discovered that this was actually a long-abandoned temple. Judging from the decoration and gold pattern, it should be the temple of the god of light himself, but it was abandoned for some reason, and it was very dilapidated.

Amelia lay on the ground with empty eyes, and the sound of explosions continued from a distance. The temple was exploded with a few large holes, and a few wisps of dust fell on the otherwise weak pillars, shaking to blow.

"Boom!"

There was another explosion of shaking the mountain.

The red lava flowed down the floor tiles little by little, making a sizzling sound.

Tentacles wrapped around Amelia's waist, dragged her back several hundred meters numbly, only to see the collapsed temple and two figures standing in the air from a distance.

The red lava was dripping from the black figure.

It looks amazing.Amelia sighed heartily.

At this moment, the white figure suddenly spoke, his smiling, clear voice, even though he was so far away, he could still be heard clearly: "I heard, you have forgotten who you are?"

"I tell you."

"You are a dark god, the most evil to evil god born from the heavens and the earth."

"What dark elf, I thought it out for you." The ridicule in the voice of light was very obvious.

Amelia a hundred miles away:...

Feeling the gaze from the black figure, she closed her eyes decisively, her head tilted, and she drooped down.

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