Taming the Dark Lord

The flames filled the sky in the dark night.

The god hung his head and fiddled with the milky white light ball the size of a glass ball between his palms. Numerous hideous and distorted faces swirled in it, crying and weeping.

Behind him is the white jade hall with blood flowing all over the floor.

Several corpses were laid out.

The maid wiped the exquisite porcelain blankly, dragged away the corpse, and restored the bloody temple to clean and bright.

Today is the birth day of the saint and the best time to repair her soul. These little bugs that have been raised for a long time finally come in handy.

The escaping soul stabilized, and gradually lost its sound, the small ball solidified, shrinking into a fingertip-sized particle.

The gods pinched this soul tonic with two fingers and went to his god queen.

When He entered, Amelia was sitting cross-legged on the ground, her fingers in the air, her eyes closed in a waving gesture.

The thin fingertips are red, as if seeing blood.

The god's face suddenly sank and asked, "Who is it?"

Amelia: "What who?"

"Your hand, who hurt you?" The god squatted down beside her, holding her hand up.The fingers are delicate, white and flawless, only the tips of the fingers have deep redness.

He looked closer and found that there was no smell of blood in the air. Although the redness looked like blood from a distance, it was a deep tender red on closer inspection.

?

At this time, Amelia said, "Ah, did you say the hand? No injury, it's nail polish."

The angry god: "..."

Refers to... nail polish?

Amelia pulled her hand back, cocked her fingers and blew out a few breaths, and pushed the straight male god away disgustingly: "Don't understand? This is something to make the fingers look better."

The god took a closer look, and although he didn't understand how to put a little red on his hand, he still used a magic trick to dry her nails.

During the action, the white ball loomed between the fingers,

"What is this?" Amelia asked.

God: "For you to eat."

Amelia glanced sideways: "Sugar? When did you know to buy this kind of thing."

The Dark God opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and then turned a corner when he said: "Yes, jelly beans."

His cold fingers stretched over, pressed against the sugar ball, and stuffed it between her lips.

Amelia opened her mouth obediently and ate it.

She certainly didn't believe it was just a simple jelly bean.This is just to give him a step, anyway, if the god wants to do something, it will always be done, so why should she be in it.

The two were speechless.

The saint seems to be extremely silent today, lowering her head to fiddle with the bottles and cans, not taking the initiative to talk to Him, and she is unwilling to look up at Him.

She is still angry.

The god was a little irritable. In fact, he took the initiative to find the saint, he was the first to obey the soft signal, and no longer pursue the extremely offensive sentence.Believe that the saint also knows, but she is unwilling to let go of the grievances in her heart. Although sitting face to face, she still regards him as nothing.

It is difficult for him to accept the fact that there is no him in the eyes of the saint.

"What do you want?" The god forcibly lifted her chin, her eyebrows tightened, looking a bit fierce: "Is there anything dissatisfied to say."

Amelia's lips trembled, her eyelashes drooping, she didn't want to look directly into his eyes.

"I..." She hesitated.

The face of the god was even more terrifying than killing a dozen people just now, but he listened to the saint's words with great patience and did not urge her.

Amelia closed her eyes, cruelly, and said that in one breath.

"I don't want to fall in love with you anymore. Why don't you try another person and other girls have better looks than me and better character than me, don't kill me..."

Under the terrifying murderous aura, Amelia's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she closed her mouth and hugged her knees.

The god looked at her absurdly, this brave saint who teased the god.

Everyone in this world respects the gods so much. His small actions, even just a look, are enough to make the world ecstatic and willing to die.

He is willing to come, fall in love with her, dote on her to protect her, this is the honor that billions of lives have never received in tens of billions of years.

But the girl in front of me...she actually refused?

The Dark God said: "I presume I haven't heard these words."

He came back from the unbelievable, with one hand stroking the saint’s soft hair, he attached to her ear and said: "If I provoke me, I want to run? Naive lamb, no one can violate the will of God, no one Rebellious. God is everything. All existence in this world belongs to me. You are born my possession."

"Holy woman, nothing can take you away from me before I get tired. Death cannot, and neither can you."

The cold breath entangled her tightly like a snake, with suffocating malice and murderous aura, deeply penetrating every inch of her skin, like bone gangrene.

In this cold embrace, Amelia shivered.

She realized for the first time what a terrible creature God is, and when she first picked up the scarred little elf, everything could not be turned back.

These days, many blonde girls have poured into the temple one after another, but none of them can come out.

Amelia knocked the sugar pill every day, and she didn't mean to ask how much she would give.She resembles a canary living in a cage, mechanically eating the food given by her master, and occasionally laughs like a performance, and her expression fades when she turns her back.

No one is allowed to see her face, and occasionally a blonde girl who accidentally rushes will catch a glimpse of the legendary god queen, and see her pale and beautiful face, and eyes with implicit compassion.

"Are you... the Queen of God?" The innocent and lively girl stood on tiptoe, leaning on the fence, and looked at her with a look of expectation.

Amelia glanced at her, did not answer, just said: "You shouldn't be here."

"Why?" The girl tilted her head and asked curiously: "I heard everyone say that you and my god are in love at first sight? Did you dress beautifully that day?"

This girl with a similar appearance has deep ambition and longing hidden in her eyes.

Amelia basked, feeling that she was saying nothing, and she closed the curtains coldly.

The girl watched as the slender figure in the window flickered and gradually disappeared into the magnificent palace. With every move, every piece of jewelry she wore on her head shone with a heart-wrenching luster.

"Timid." The girl curled her lips.

She straightened up unconsciously, imitating the queen of gods, and smiled.

After not taking a few steps, just leaving the palace of the Queen of God, turning around this bend, a dark figure suddenly came into view.

Before the girl had time to make any movements, with a "click", she squeezed her neck sharply, pulled out her soul, and rolled it into a small candy pill.

Amelia witnessed the whole process from the window: "..."

Sugar pill... Is that how it came from?

OK, fine.

She found a stool and sat and waited. After a while, the god came in with a little bloody smell.

"Eat." He spread his palms, and a few small white balls rolled inside.

This is the last batch.

The eyes of the gods have softened a bit. After taking these soul tonics, the influence left by the god of light can be eliminated. He can use many methods to make the saint a god.

As long as he stands in the same position, many problems between the two of Him can be easily solved.

The saint will understand his thoughts.

Amelia took the sugar pill without even looking at it, and ate it with the turbulent nausea.

There is no taste, and the entrance turns into a warm stream, which enters the stomach from the esophagus and gradually spreads throughout the body.

Amelia knows that this is good for her. Every time she finishes eating the "sugar pill", she will feel very relaxed and energetic.

But she didn't want to eat anymore.

"I think we need to talk about it." Amelia said seriously: "There are many human beings. Don't worry about finding someone better than me. If you ask them to find more, you will definitely find someone you like better."

The soft light in the god's eyes disappeared, and he frowned again, his expression ugly: "I have said it before, and these things are not allowed to be said again."

What kind of nonsense is that.

How could someone be more likable than her.

Amelia lowered her head and squeezed her fingers: "If you don't say it doesn't mean that I don't have these ideas, I told you that I respect you, and you don't want me to ignore you? It's good for everyone..."

Her voice suddenly disappeared.

The god's eyes were cold, and he wanted to get angry, but after all he held it back.

There is no need to scare her, she is hard to understand now, it is not her fault, it is the natural human body that restricts her thinking.As long as she becomes a god, she can understand.

So the god didn't do anything to her, just said: "Be careful, you will understand in a few days."

He didn't wait for the saint's response, and went away full of anger, looking for someone to vent his anger.

In the distance, buildings collapsed and people and animals screamed.

Amelia opened her mouth and sighed.

As for?Those blonde girls who came recently are more likable than the other.There are so many so beautiful that she can't help but feel soft, and he really can do it.

Get along with these girls more, you can always like them, and what time is wasted on her.

Amelia touched her neck with lingering fears, she really didn't want to talk about this kind of love that would die at any time.Death is still a good thing, even if you are afraid of death, you will have no peace.

There are countless ways for gods to torture displeased people, and 99% of them are not simply killing them.

When couples always quarrel, what if the dark god does not go well, what should I do for her again?

Amelia: Can't hold it, can't hold it.

She is the only person in the temple, and the little horn is not there, and there is nothing to say and nothing.She shrugged her shoulders heartily, and turned around to find a shawl half-knitted in the morning to pass the time.

The heart jumped slowly.

Amelia's body froze, her pupils contracted, and she felt as if some giant beast was awakening from her body, struggling to stick out her tentacles, and let out the first roar after she woke up.

this is……?

Amelia clenched her fingers tightly, a bit of pain in her eyes.

Her soul, her soul...

The white light was like a surging vine covering the whole body, bit by bit devouring the soul of the saint. She opened her eyes and mouth to shout, but she didn't make a sound.

By the way, the god blocked her voice.

Amelia wanted to reach out and brush the things on the table and make a little noise to remind others, but the light spread too fast, she had no time to turn her head to look at the slightly swaying flower branches outside the window, and she was flooded by the light.

The dazzling light lasted less than half a second and disappeared in an instant.

Amelia fell softly, her eyes closed, her face ruddy, her breathing smooth, as if she was just asleep.

There is only a faintly gleaming light in the forehead, which indicates a fierce competition and battle.