Taming the Dark Lord

What nourishing food are the souls of the two gods?

Although Amelia woke up and pushed away the fingers of the Dark God with disgust, and the soul of the God of Light was not completely intact, but she still grew rapidly, not only swallowing the gods, but also leaving a small piece of it, the cat Play like a mouse.

"Asshole!"

The situation reversed in an instant, and the Guangming God who was suddenly reduced to a knife bit his teeth and cursed.

big liar!

He pretended to be too alike, a pair of Azi with godless eyes and struggling, he thought she had really given up.The results are all pretend!

Bastard!Big bastard!!

"Count you won!"

At this point, he had already looked away, but he was still a bit aggrieved, a bit inexplicably wronged.

I knew I wouldn't have so many BBs. How good is it to do it directly?He must be holding the saint to enjoy the crazy look of the dark god in the god world.

He wanted to say that he actually didn't intend to actually let her die, and when he regained the status of God, he could make another body, which was easy for the gods.He can also grant her the right to eternal life, so that she will always live above everyone and enjoy eternal dignity,

But these words made him seem to be begging for mercy.

So the God of Light didn't say anything, the small piece of soul fragments that couldn't form a human form dimmed, and the voice was soft and weak, and no emotions could be heard.

"Will you kill me?"

Amelia shook her head and said, "I won't kill you."

The hot fragments in the palm of his hand burned after this sentence.

She smiled, looked closer, stroking the soul of the God of Light carefully, groping in every crack with her fingertips, measuring the size, touching it carefully and ambiguously, and her slightly longer nails brought a shuddering itching.

What is this for?

The Guangming God was a little at a loss, and couldn't help but tremble.Is it possible to abandon the God of Darkness and look at him again?

Well, it is also possible.After all, the fact that the saint fell in love with the God of Darkness is unbelievable. It is possible that she was blind for a while, but now she knows her mistakes and corrects them, and it is not impossible to come back and continue to serve Him.

Okay, it's not impossible for her to know how to return.

The God of Light suddenly became proud and sneered, especially wanting to see the expression of God of Darkness at this time.

The saint suddenly raised the fragment and leaned to her lips.

The scent of fragrant scent drew closer, spraying lightly on the surface, covering the whole body.

The tender lips like a flower bud are right in front of you.

He has no body now, otherwise he will definitely be stiff, his cold white skin will be flushed, and his eyes will not know where to look, revealing the fact that he is also a virgin god.

——Do you want to kiss?

--too fast?

He has no eyes now.

But he still saw the soft tip of the tongue between the opened lips.

Soft and red.

She said, "I won't kill you."

"—But I will eat you."

As soon as the voice fell, the five fingers pressed hard, and the ice-like irregular fragments suddenly broke.

Stars of white light came out, and the power of the pure and pure soul of the gods was sucked into Amelia's lips along the wind, wrapped around the tongue, entered the body, and strengthened her strength.

Light:"………?"

Are you still not human??

Are you doing personnel affairs?!!!

The God of Guangming was still cursing before his last touch of consciousness dissipated.

However, in the end, he suddenly thought that dying in Amelia’s hands is better than dying in the hands of others (especially black dogs).

No loss, no loss.

At this point, all the souls of the God of Light were absorbed by Amelia.

Amelia is now an unprecedented expansion.

It's like a big balloon filled with air, almost flying everywhere in the sky.

Having lived for so many years, what kind of experience it was to feel strong for the first time, everything in the world seemed to be in her hands, she knew what it meant to turn hands into clouds and hands to rain.

it is good!Cool!

She closed her eyes, but she seemed to see the chaotic and noisy crowd thousands of miles away, the temple with a big hole broken, the messy flowers and plants in the garden, and every inch of detail could be seen.

With a thought, the dilapidated house returned to its intact appearance, the big pit was restored, the black fog was dispersed, and the sun was pinched to hang it again.Easily like a small business simulation game she played in her previous life.

Everything returned to normal, no one was killed or injured.

It's just that she just thought about it, the catastrophe that was devastating for humans on land was solved easily and effortlessly.

This is the miracle.

This is the power of God.

Amelia spread out her palms, slowly clenched her fists, feeling intoxicated by this powerful force that can control her own destiny, her eyes burning.

"Want to be stronger?"

The cold body leaned over and pressed tightly.

The dark god who had been watching her quietly and intently embraced her shoulders, her tall body gathered her in the shadow, and a cold and evil atmosphere surrounded her.

His slender and powerful fingers inserted/tipped between her fingers, clenched tightly, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

From the depths of the soul came intense pain that could drive anyone crazy.The dark god didn't care, holding the beloved human that he finally found, the crazy color in his eyes faded, and he relaxed.

"You can't be called a god, at most a false god, do you want to be stronger, do you want to... truly become a god?" He whispered, his voice a little hoarse and a little tired.

Amelia rolled her eyes and stabbed the person away with an elbow.

"Don't touch me." Her voice was cold, colder than before.

If the difference in identities makes it difficult for them to get in touch with each other, then the matter of'Alfonso once wanted to kill Amelia' is a wall.

A wall high into the sky.

This matter can't be solved, it can't be solved, it's maddening to think about it.Amelia was determined to end this relationship, and her strength to strengthen gave her such confidence.

The Dark God twisted his eyebrows and looked down at the expression of the saint. At a very close distance, he clearly saw the cold look in her eyes.

"my fault."

Before the saint could speak, the god confessed his mistake first, and his pretended calm voice trembled slightly invisible.

At first he didn't want to kneel all the time, but now I'm used to kneeling.Alfonso, the dark god who fears evil in the crowd like hell demon, narrowed his proud eyebrows and bowed his head to admit his mistake.

"It's my fault." He repeated, "You can do whatever compensation you want. You can kill me once or several times, and I will promise you."

He promised that such a thing would never happen again and that no one would hurt her again.

What killed her and destroyed her was just the last struggle of a beast caught by its prey, because he knew that if he missed this opportunity, he might always be held tightly by this seemingly thin little girl.

Like a livestock with a rope in a cage.

The god does not want to be an animal, he is free and arrogant, so he would rather crush his heart than admit that he is in love with a humble human.

Now he gave up.

He really fell in love with Amelia.

A human being, a saint.

What a humiliating and incredible thing for the dark god before, but now he doesn't care, his scarlet eyes are stained with a little soft light, and he reaches out to touch the saint's cheek.

Amelia pursed her lips, lowered her head to avoid his hand, and said, "No, I don't need compensation."

She twisted a piece of unidentified piece of meat from her knee, and the rain of blood stopped early, but the remaining limbs and flesh that fell did not fade away. They were still piled up everywhere, smelling the thick bloody smell in the air. It's disgusting.

Here is her soul, and it can also reflect her spiritual world.

Maybe these things will never disappear.

I don't know when, she went from a little girl with weak legs when she saw blood, to a person who didn't change her face when she saw a corpse, and she wouldn't even feel dirty when she picked it up.

"You can't make up for me, Alfonso," Amelia even laughed, squeezing the flesh and blood in her hand, and smiled: "Did you see it? My world has become like this, it's disgusting. Red and lifeless."

"Have you noticed, even if you are sitting here, so close to me, breathing touching, but is there any change?"

The spiritual world is a reflection of a person's emotions.When he is happy or sad, the scene in the world will change, either white or black, and flowers can even bloom when he is extremely happy.

If you see the person you like, there should be a change here.

The dark god raised his eyes and looked around, a mess.

The sky grew darker, and the flesh on the ground condensed into a swamp.

This is the fact and the best iron proof.

Amelia doesn't love him anymore, and his actions cannot affect her emotions. Even if she apologizes for compensation, she can't be happy about it.

Even the sky was darker, and there was a faint thunder light gathered above his head in the dark clouds, and the golden light shuttled like a snake, pressing down with a heavy power.

——She hates him.

Aware of this, the sharp and bloody truth lies naked in front of the god, like a thorny branch, piercing deeply into his chest.

He suddenly remembered what the saint said in the bed that day.

——Love should be something that makes people better, but you make me worse.

He didn't care at the time, and now he understands what she really meant.

She had already hated him, love-hate.

The saint never said, she had an expression of carelessness, not because she didn't care, but because she cared so much that she couldn't say it.

Only in the absence of her senses did she vent two truthful words.

The god's long and narrow eyes widened, and his complexion gradually became ferocious during the intense ups and downs of his mood, and his cold and terrifying appearance made it harder to look directly at him, and his heart was frightening.

When others see him, they will think he is angry.

Only Amelia could see the helplessness and grievance hidden in it.

The gods who have always been sought after may have never suffered such grievances, and they have not been accepted in a low voice to please.

……Pitiful.

Amelia admired it for a while before she retracted her gaze: "You go, get out of here. The Bright God Sect is my territory, you are not allowed to come in later."

"When I see you again, I will kill you, and I will kill you desperately."