Taming the Dark Lord

"Okay." The voice was cold and impatient.

"Okay..." Amelia reluctantly let go of her tender and sharp ears. It's hard to imagine that a person with such a cruel appearance has such soft parts.

Just like a beast no matter how fierce it is, it must have a soft and fufu white belly. It will never be displayed easily, and it is treasured hidden under its fangs and claws.

The untouchable parts are especially touching.

With a black face, Alfonso pulled down Amelia, who was still holding the tree trunk and reaching out, and she stood on the grass.

"What is there to touch." He disgustedly erased the water on the tip of his ear.

This straight steel man doesn't understand the beauty of human ears at all.

Amelia rolled her eyes.

Although it has only been a few days, she has become accustomed to occasionally intertwining with the elves' lips and teeth, sometimes in no-man's corners, sometimes in a quiet night, like an affair, but without the word'love'.

She didn’t know what kind of relationship they were now, Alfonso didn’t say anything, she didn’t bother to ask, holding a mindset of having fun in time, and living and cherishing, even if she was going to die, she had to take it with a happy mood. .

Amelia has experienced a lot from the beginning of the desire to survive to the death of Pan Ping.

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Someone in the convoy called her from afar, and Amelia waved to him and walked back along the way she had come.

The girl's back figure gradually disappeared among the lush foliage.

Alfonso leaned on the thick tree trunk, bending his slender fingers, and dragged out a shivering man from the bush.

The man knelt on the ground, his black jersey was stained with dust, the sun shone on his dim complexion, and his messy white hair was scattered.

This is the real dark elf.

If Amelia had seen him or other dark elves in advance, she would never associate Alfonso with such a race.

The difference between them is like fish eyes and pearls. Even with the same deep-skinned white hair and exquisite imitation, inferior imitations cannot be compared to the glory of the Lord.

Alfonso looked down at him, thinking almost indifferently, did the woman treat him as such an inferior species before.

It seems that the beautiful blue eyes are blind.

Dark Elf Jason trembled, his voice hoarse with fear: "...My lord."

Jason determined the identity of the person in front of him when he was suppressed in the jungle and could not move. He is one of the strongest people in the world. There is only one possibility for someone who can easily defeat him and possess such a appearance.

He is the God of Darkness.

In the legend, the dark god who has not appeared in front of people for nearly ten thousand years!

Why does he appear here?Still kissing a saint of the sect of light?Why did he disappear for so long and not appear?

Many questions hovered in Jason's mind, but he didn't dare to ask questions, and the proud god didn't have the thought of explaining to him.

Alfonso just glanced at him from under his eyelids and spit out a short sentence: "Who are you."

In just two words, Jason was struck by lightning.

The dark god is talking to him.

The gods he admired for a long time were talking to him.

Also asked who he is!

Jason was both frightened and joyful, his brain murmured and he didn't know what he said: "I am...I..."

Who am I?

Before he could say anything, the tempered god became impatient. He looked out of the forest, briefly and roughly pulled the line of fate, and read through Jason's memory.

"Oh, it turned out to be you." Alfonso glanced at a nameplate that Jason was wearing on his chest, which was engraved with some mysterious and unknown runes.

In the fragment of memory that he recovered, it seemed that the organization with this symbol as a sign had been providing him with a steady stream of faith.

...Although Alfonso didn't know where these believers came from, it was still somewhat useful for the time being.

"Send all these things in three days." Alfonso casually threw away the gold thread he twisted into a ball.

A large number of material names appeared in Jason's mind. His face was pale and still suffering from the tremor of his soul, but he conditioned immediately leaned down and said respectfully: "I respect your wishes."

Amelia returned to the carriage. She looked around for no one, carefully closed the car door, unbuttoned her clothes, and took out a beautifully decorated pendant from her inner pocket.

The pendant is decorated with gold and silver and carved with intricate flowers. The gem in the center is the size of a little finger, and has a long and thin prism shape, full of blue and intoxicating colors.

This is the Godhead of the God of Light, who was made into a pendant by her.

She woke up from her sleep that day and learned that she would be taken over by the God of Light, and in a panic, she forgot to tell Alfonso about the existence of this godhead.

Now the godhead fell on her chest, and Amelia could feel an astonishing amount of faith slowly circulating in it.

Never let Alfonso see it.

For some reason, Amelia had this instinct. If Alfonso were to see this godhead, things would go in the direction she least wanted to see.

Maybe it was because she was a little bit assimilated by the power of faith, she had frequent strange and accurate premonitions recently.

For example... Alfonso is now outside the carriage door.

!

Amelia's heart jumped, she hurriedly stuffed the pendant back, and when she was buttoning her clothes, the door was pushed open.

A piece of snowy, undulating skin appeared in the sun.

Alfonso's hand opened the door for a while, and then he walked in naturally, sitting opposite the girl like an uncle.

"Why don't you knock on the door?" Amelia pulled up her clothes and glared at him by the way.

Alfonso didn't answer, and suddenly deceived him and held her wrist instead, and raised his eyebrows: "What is this?"

Amelia thought it was the godhead that had been discovered, and was taken aback. She followed his gaze and found that he was referring to a faint golden mark on his shoulder.

"?" She stretched out her hand in doubt and wiped it, rubbing it so that her skin was red, and the golden marks still condensed on the skin, as if it had grown out of the body.

"Isn't there yesterday?" Amelia was a little flustered. She digs hard with her nails, scratching a few traces of blood, and a thin line of red blood drips.

However, in this blood line, it seems that there is a golden luster.

Guangming God's corrosion to her deepened.

Amelia realized this in a daze. Perhaps the day when her whole body turned golden was the moment when the God of Light woke up again.

It was also the moment of her death.

At the same time, Amelia's nails were still twitching that piece of skin nervously, as if she didn't realize the pain, the more she scratched.

"Don't scratch." Alfonso pulled her wrist.

His eyes were deep, as if a storm condensed in them, his face was so terrible that Amelia did not dare to look.

Alfonso paused for a moment, then suddenly leaned in and approached, and the cold breath approached his shoulders, causing goose bumps.

"Wait, wait, what are you doing...?"

Amelia gasped, and the soft tip of her tongue lingered on her skin. The contrast between red and white was dazzling and ambiguous in her vision.

Alfonso took her seriously and really helped her lick the blood. It was a little sweet, a little smelly, and a bright breath.He twisted his eyebrows in disgust, but his throat rolled and swallowed her blood.

This this...!!!

Amelia's cheeks warmed, she stared at the blood of the god's lips that was rolled in by the tip of the red tongue, her sharp eyebrows drooped, and she looked at her half-naked shoulders almost intently.

His appearance is so passionate that cannot be described in detail.

Too, too sultry, damn, why suddenly... Amelia felt very hot in the cool autumn, her throat and hair dry, she turned hard, she didn't dare to look again, and restrained her fierce emotions.

The moist touch is still coming.

Although the extremely stimulating picture disappeared from the field of vision, the tactile sensation became more magnified.

Alfonso seems to have applied something on it, spread it evenly, sticky and itchy.

After the itching, there is a turbulent pain.

Like the skin was lifted, the meridians were taken away, Amelia lost her charming mind for a moment, tears came out, and she choked around the god's neck.

"it hurts……"

"Turn your face around."

The god responded, and the cold breath followed the shoulders all the way up, along the perfect shoulder and neck line, the girl's face was forcibly turned around, her lips pressed, and the salty liquid was poured into it.

'……what?'

Amelia had only time to have some vague consciousness, and was forced to swallow the liquid that was being transferred.

The pain was like a sea wave that flooded her brain. She struggled to shed tears. Someone kept her shoulders around her, preventing her from falling to the ground.

But as the liquid flows from the esophagus into the stomach, a cold sensation suddenly surges from the abdomen, quickly rushing through the body, suppressing the biting pain.

The knife-like pain slowly disappeared.

Amelia finally stopped choking and fell into a coma comfortably

………

Alfonso blankly wiped the blood from the corners of his lips.

The girl was lying on his lap, breathing deeply, and a little white skin was exposed in the messy clothes, covered with golden blood.

The God of Guangming became impatient.

He sensed that the resurrection was obstructed, and he eagerly wanted to wake up and destroy all the rude people who dared to offend the gods.

He eroded Amelia's soul faster, much faster than Alfonso estimated.

Alfonso grabbed it from the air and grabbed a line of fate, and said coldly to the end of the line: "Send it right away, no delay."

A frightened response came from the other end of the line.

Endless anger rolled in Alfonso's heart. He could read other people's memories and dominate others' lives at will, but he couldn't see his own past.

If the memory can be restored, this little trick of the Guangming Dog Thief will not delay such a long time.

This is simply a challenge to him.

The temperature in the compartment dropped sharply.

Amelia, who was in a coma, seemed to feel a little cold, groaned a few times, pulled up the corner of his sleeve and covered her face, acting like a small beast.

Alfonso looked down at her, his frosty eyes warmed a little, and he brought a thin quilt to cover her body, the four corners were automatically flattened, and the girl was wrapped tightly.

Feeling the warmth, Amelia snored comfortably, turned around and continued to sleep.

At this moment, a luminous object suddenly fell from the messy clothing room.

"Da da da."

Bounced on the ground and landed not far away.

Alfonso glanced casually, his eyes falling on the gem that radiated blue light.