Taming the Dark Lord

Amelia: "..."

She then looked down. There are still a lot of content in the boxes and boxes. Don’t hit or scold others, and you’re not allowed to call Him the God of Light. She asks for better parenthesis than the last prayer. The parenthesis ends, and there is no less time to get along in……

Amelia: "...what's this?"

Dark God: "Your code of conduct."

He laughed, his sharp and cold eyebrows drooped, and he looked softly at her: "Serving a god is not as simple as you think."

...Too many slots Amelia didn't know where to start.

She grumbled and said, "The first...what does it mean?"

The god slowly said: "You are a mere mortal body, and you cannot bear the favor of the gods. If you have too much contact..."

He stretched his tone, but refused to say the last word.

Amelia suddenly remembered the kisses she had received with the dark elf, and quickly said, "What will happen?"

Could it be harmful to the body?

She immediately became nervous.

Under the urging of the saint's eyes, the god slowly spit out a sentence: "...I will be stink to death, the smell of human beings is very stinky to the gods."

As he said, the corner of his lips curled up, and his eyes looked like a smile instead of a smile: "What, sorry?"

Amelia: "..."

Fuck!!A plant

Sorry fart!!

Sure enough, even if the memory came back, her temper was still the same, and she was dizzy and itchy every day with anger.

Amelia grinned her teeth expressionlessly, desperately suppressing the urge to go up and slap him, her fingers violently clenched.

However, this act of restraining the inner impulse has changed in the eyes of the gods. His chin is slightly raised, and his tone is quite subtle: "Okay, come here."

Amelia: ...?

She walked over, before she had time to say anything, her cold palm pressed against her, her fingers intertwined, she touched his metacarpal bones, the roots bulged, and the tentacles were jade-like moisturizing.

The Dark God squeezed the saint's hand, and said with disgust: "It's really clingy. Listen, only this time." He looked like he was wronged.

Amelia:...

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Okay, Ning is right.

Amelia did not speak, and the god fell silent. The two stood for a while with big eyes and small eyes. The god suddenly stood up and pulled her to the depths of the palace.

Amelia: "...Where to go?"

"your room."

The dark god seems to be in a good mood today. He seldom laughs, but he laughed several times today. His voice is not as cold as usual. He always carries sarcasm, but is soft and hoarse.

Amelia heard her ears itchy, she stretched out her hand to rub her ears, her eyes couldn't help but aimed at the back of the god's neck.

He is usually used to loosening his hair casually, like long silver hair hanging down, firmly covering the deadly part of the back of his neck, only occasionally glimpses of a little bit of luster.

But it is rare for him to make it official today. He didn't know where he found a gold ornament to tie his hair, and the place where the sun never saw the sun was finally exposed to the vision of the saint.

The body of the god brings together all the beauty and aura of the world. It was born to represent the word'beauty'. Even the neck is beautiful and slender, with prominent joints, thin and strong.

Amelia had no time to take a closer look, her eyes were all attracted by the diamond-shaped shadow visible to the naked eye under the skin.

This is the godhead, the lifeblood of a god.

Amelia pursed her lips, and the key to the place of God was close at hand, like a pot of steaming braised pork in front of the beggar who was about to starve to death, her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and clenched tightly. Chengquan.

This change was noticed by the god, and he casually asked, "Huh? What's wrong?"

Amelia shook her head: "It's okay."

The Dark God felt that he wanted to swallow his scorching gaze behind him, and hummed slightly.

The corridor soon came to an end, opened the door, and you saw an extremely luxurious and gorgeous bedroom.

The soft dark carpet is spread all over the corner of the room, with gold and red patterns everywhere, and even the pedals for shoes are made of pure gold.

In the center of the room, there is a stone pillar with carved beams and a wall, which extends upward to form a small dome. A spacious and comfortable bed is placed underneath. The bedding looks soft and fluffy, like fluffy clouds.

......It's like a familiar pattern exposed under the clouds.

Amelia walked to the bed and opened the quilt to take a look. That's right, the emblem of the god of darkness was tattooed on the bed sheet.

Facing this bedroom with the characteristics of a dark god, Amelia could only play six points.

Can we pretend to be a little serious?

It was obvious that I yelled directly in her ear: I am the god of darkness!

Amelia really took a lot of effort to pretend that he hadn't seen his true identity. She twitched the corner of her mouth stiffly and said, "Very good, I like it very much."

The god looked at her expression and suddenly asked, "Compared with the one assigned to you by the light, which one is better?"

This is obviously a death issue.

Amelia's desire to survive is still very strong, she immediately said: "Of course this is better, much better!"

God: "Where is the specific good?"

Amelia began to search her belly: "This deep black looks noble and elegant, not only resistant to dirt, but also with gold, it looks luxurious without losing taste..."

The Dark God closed his eyes and listened comfortably.

After a while, Amelia stopped talking dryly, and the Dark God asked death again: "Where is the previous room?"

Amelia: "..." Are you endless?!

...

On the first night after moving in, Amelia suffered from insomnia and turned to and fro in the middle of the night, waiting for dawn with her eyes open.

"Why don't you sleep?" A voice suddenly came from a corner of the room.

Amelia shivered with fright.

The god didn't know when he got in, he was sitting in the round chair in the corner, his eyes fixed on her.

Amelia closed her thin nightdress in silence, "I kind of recognize the bed and can't sleep."

The word'recognize the bed' is obviously too new for the gods, he did not understand, but he also understood her meaning from the look of the saint.

Human beings are so fragile that they will not adapt to a little change.

The god glanced at her with a look of'why are you so trash' again, sighed, walked to the bed and leaned over.

What is he going to do?

The closer the god got closer, Amelia could even see her reflection in his eyes.

She later realized that her hair was rolling messy on the pillow, her expression management was out of control, and she must look ugly now.

Difficult... is it possible to kiss?

Or coax her to sleep like in an idol drama?

"and many more……"

Amelia was thinking about how to refuse, suddenly a cold finger poked over and nodded her forehead.

A heavy drowsiness surged up and swept through her brain in an instant.

Amelia fell asleep almost immediately, she didn't have the strength to struggle at all, staying up and lying on the bed, snoring.

When she woke up the next day, she remembered what happened last night, and she wished to slap herself sober.

how is this possible!!How could the stinky straight man, the Dark God, think of such a soft way to sleep her!

It's pretty good to remember to lay her upright.Amelia originally wanted to say this, but she looked back at the scattered bed and seriously suspected that she had crawled back by herself last night. After the stinky guy put her to sleep, she left and left!!

Amelia was furious.

Without the interruption of the outside world, her life suddenly became more leisurely. Every day she woke up naturally, had breakfast and went back to sleep.Repeat the process of eating, sleeping, and eating, lying in bed to nourish fat.

The gods usually sit quietly on the throne for several days, closing their eyes as if they are asleep, and occasionally come to her.

Sometimes He didn't say anything, just quietly took her hand, sometimes he irritated her with words, and after a long while, he changed his hand to twist.

By the way, Amelia was still not allowed to take the initiative to hold hands.

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In such a comfortable life, Amelia often forgets the ups and downs of the past few months, like returning to the time when the elves were just picked up, and there are only two of them left in the whole world.

There is no death, no conflict, and no one to disturb them.

Gradually, Amelia sometimes looked at the god's eyes with a little soft light, as if a sky full of stars fell in it, shaking people's minds.

The time for the gods to be in a daze is also getting shorter and shorter. He is getting used to looking at the saint’s back. No matter what she does, he will laugh. A small flower is a scene worth seeing.

The boring world suddenly becomes interesting because of the presence of the saint.Like the paint dripping into the dark world, everything is dyed with color.

What a hundred years, as long as you are with her, you will not get tired of living for another ten billion years.

The god realized this afterwards. He was sitting on the bedside of the saint's bed at that time. He had always been greeted with murderous, bloody, and cruel eyes, gently curved, and a smile burst out unconsciously.

He looked at the saint's red face in a deep sleep, sitting from night to dawn.

"Do you want to be a god?"

As soon as Amelia opened her eyes, she heard these words off guard.

"……what?"

She wiped her face dumbfounded, and was dull for a moment, then hesitated: "What are you talking about?"

"...God." The Dark God had subtle eyes, looking at her as if he was looking at a big idiot, and stood up: "Forget it, tell you why."

Amelia: "..." You said it!

I don't know how many times I was irritated by the big pig's hoof again, Amelia clutched her heart, comforted herself, and expressed her anger.

Forget what to care about with Him.

Can beat him up.

When she was washing her face by the sink, the cold water touched her skin, and Amelia recovered from her early awkwardness, and realized what the god said.

Become a god...

She remembered her ambition not long ago.

That guy was even more like a saint than she was, not to mention touching his neck, he hadn't even touched his forearm, what kind of personality, it's impossible, I can see it a few times in my dream.

She quickly forgot about it and happily went to the garden to pick the flowers after washing up. The past few days have been too idle, and she is going to make a nail polish to kill time.

Everything changed for the better from the day I became the queen.

In the sunny garden, with the fragrance of flowers overflowing and the birds singing crisply, Amelia was still thinking about it the moment she ran into a group of girls on the road, holding the flowers full of flowers.

"My Lord God Empress." Dozens of young girls wearing white gauze bowed down to her, their voices were crisp and tactful, more beautiful than the birdsong in the sky.

All of them have looks very similar to her, and eyes full of ambition.

"My lord, I have been specially selected by the pope and the royal families of various countries to serve my god, and they have been approved by my god." The girl in the lead smiled and said, her appearance is exceptionally good, and she is also exceptionally like her.

Unlike her companion who is bowing her head behind her, she has a smile in her eyes, boldly raising her head to look directly at the Lord God Empress, which is implicitly provocative.

Oh, is this the Queen of God?It's too ordinary.

Julie lowered her eyelashes to hide her contemptuous expression, but she was an orphan-born lowly woman who was able to climb to her current position by luck.She is a noble princess, her looks are all outstanding, many times better than this bitch.

As long as the gods are interested in women, they will not fail to see her.

At that time, this extremely luxurious palace, and the handsome and noble gods on the throne... Julie remembered the slender figure vaguely glimpsed across the thick curtain, her heart was eager, and the smile on her face became more obvious.

Under the shade of the tree, the Queen of God was covered by shadows, no one could see her expression clearly, only her voice could be heard, with a cold and indifferent "um" cry.

The two groups obviously have nothing to say.The girls in the white skirt said hello and left.

Amelia held the bouquet, her smile still remained on her lips, but her eyes slowly cooled down, like snow on a mountain.

She knew that the Dark God must have left these people for a reason, and she also knew that He would never empathize.The proud gods disdain to do such a thing.

Amelia just understood one thing suddenly.

Under the beautiful life of flowers and flowers, she seems to be living comfortably and happily, but in reality she is just a canary raised by the gods. When she likes it, she holds it in her hand and teases it, giving her honorable status and supreme glory.Make her look brilliant.

But these lights are not hers.

The canary has nothing, everything comes from its owner.

Amelia doesn't want the master.

She wants to be the master herself.