Taming the Dark Lord

Amelia was very moved.

And rejected it.

She repeated its words word by word: "Do whatever you want, do whatever you want...and then become someone like you?"

Amelia smiled, withdrew her hand, and rubbed its head with her backhand.The white hair that looks cold and cold is actually soft to the touch, like the fur of a cat.

"Your body needs a meal and rest." Amelia said: "I asked a maid to come in and take you to rest. I need to deal with some things."

The top of the head is very comfortable.

Alfonso paused, twisting his eyebrows unaccustomed to it, he raised his eyes against the weight of his head, and looked at Amelia's expression, his eyes sharp as if he was going to penetrate her bones: "I can feel your position."

Amelia twitched her mouth and patted her head again: "I'm not going to run."

Annoying, it's just as clingy as it gets smaller.

The saint said to leave, and walked swiftly and neatly, the door closed, and the hall fell into silence soon.

The warm body temperature seemed to disappear with the saint’s departure. Alfonso leaned on the cold jade throne. The cold body temperature was even colder, and the low temperature spread all the way to all parts of his body, even in his eyes. The turbulent sea of ​​blood seemed to freeze.

Really cold.

Why is time so slow?

Alfonso sat for a while, feeling worse and worse, stood up and prepared to follow her secretly to see what she was going to do.

As soon as it stood up, it heard the door being pushed open, and a maid with her head bowed came in and said, "The room and food are ready."

The maid was a little girl in her early twenties. Although she had undergone rigorous training and knew that she should restrain her curiosity and concentrate on doing things, she couldn't help but glanced upwards.

Who is it?The Queen of God has always seemed to be gentle, but she refuses to be thousands of miles away. I have never seen anyone close to her since serving her, and now she has brought a male friend to live in the church.

It's still during this period of time when the gods stay behind closed doors!

The maid couldn't help thinking of the derailed noble ladies she had seen before. She loves to have some little white faces. When her husband is away, she will bring out long faces, which is almost a hidden rule in the upper-class social circle.

Is it possible that the queen also...?

She glanced carefully and quickly, and her brown eyes met the little boy who was looking down on the steps.

He looked as though he was not in his teens, his complexion was slightly darker, and his facial features revealed a youthful look, with an exotic style that was different from others.

Those blood eyes that were different from ordinary people looked coldly, carrying the innate tyranny and murderous aura, precipitated into an unknown color.

"!"

The maid was startled, her heart was pounding, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, her head dropped quickly, and she dared not take a peek.

What a terrible boy.

More terrible than under the pope's crown.

While she was terrified, she couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.Because although the teenager is terrible, he looks more beautiful than ordinary people. With a condescending sense of arrogance, he doesn't look like the so-called artists who are raised by women, but more like a little prince.

Among the people the maid had met, only the God of Light could match him.

Why would such a person willingly follow the Lord God Queen?Was he...forced?

The maid pursed her lips, she couldn't help feeling a little moved.

The mixed emotions of human beings linger in the huge space.

Alfonso became more impatient and wanted to kill the human altogether, but after thinking about it, he withdrew his hand, and instead attracted the black mist and threw the man out.

Its temper has improved recently. It hasn't killed anyone after being peeped like this. It just threw the person half dead, then closed the door severely, and sat back on the high throne again.

He curbed his temper and waited patiently.

Can't make her angry anymore.

………

As soon as Amelia went out, she found the knight commander and erased his memory.

I don't know how much he saw or whether he saw Alfonso, but Amelia couldn't take the risk and simply erased all his memories in a day.

Before doing it, she saw a scene.

The knight commander said: "Ami...The Queen of God is not a sinister and cunning person, do you think too much?"

Pope: "Tang En, people can change."

The knight commander lowered his head, his firm face was a little lost, and he squeezed out a word for a long while: "...I believe her."

The pope sighed.

"I don't want to believe that all we can do is find the traitor and kill her. If you really want to defend her, you should find evidence to prove her innocence."

The knight commander hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded.

"Okay, I'll go."

This was two days ago.

Amelia is still not able to control the power that belongs to the gods, and sometimes accidentally pulls into the timeline and sees things that happened a long time ago.

The two protagonists in the picture are right in front of her, one has just been erased from her memory, her hollow eye sockets are still bleeding, and the other is anxiously healing him.

Amelia looked at the familiar pope's crown, she took a deep breath, and deeply pressed down the irritability and impatience that swept from her heart, and her fingers moved slightly, which also eliminated those parts that were unfavorable to her in his memory.

Forget others, the pope can't kill.

The pope once gave her support, although she didn't want it.

Amelia controls the line of fate unfamiliarly, erasing all the information that affects her little by little, and putting down the confusing curse on things related to the statue, so that everyone avoids this topic unconsciously.

This is the ability she had just awakened, and it was just right to cover up things she didn't want to be discovered by others.Alfonso covered her name in this way before.

Don't make me angry anymore.

Amelia's face was expressionless, and her excessively violent ups and downs made her fingers tremble, and her face showed a sharp sense of sharpness under the sunlight.

She worked very hard to suppress the emotion of anger. She didn't want to let the uncontrollable emotions hurt others. She endured the swelling and pain of her blood vessels, and her limbs were howling to calm her anger with a lot of blood.

At this time, Amelia suddenly understood why the dark god's first reaction was to kill her.

In contrast to powerful forces, the emotions of the gods are fragile and sensitive, like a straight string, a little movement will cause a violent rebound.

Whether it is love or hate.

When facing Alfonso just now, Amelia had long been murderous.

She wanted to squeeze off the fragile and slender neck, or crush its bones inch by inch, to see how interesting it would look when it was in pain.Then listen to its screaming sound, will it sound better than when singing.

She endured the pain all over her body, and her emotions were bursting. She saw the boss and friends who had previously met and discussed together with her friends how to deal with her. The intent to kill was more like a flood that opened the gate, and it was overwhelming. It's all supported by willpower.

what!!

So angry!!!!

Amelia feels like she is like a barrel full of canes, ready to explode at any time.

Hold back in a panic.

After handling the affairs of the pope and the knight commander, the barrel went to the garden with a black low pressure, intending to watch the blue sky and white clouds calm down, and just stay away from the crowd, so there is no need to worry about who accidentally kills.

Guangming Sect is very rich. Not only the palaces everywhere are beautifully built, but the gardens are not too much. There are carved beams, painted walls, flowers and rocks, and winding gravel paths that shuttle among the golden light spots.

Amelia sat there for a while, finally calming down.

No wonder the Dark God didn't like others to approach.She planned secretly in her heart, and decided not to let other people in in the future. It would be better not to have even a bird within a hundred miles of the palace.

Thinking like this, a murmur came from the tall flower bush.

"What to do? The God of Light has been reluctant to show up, where can I seduce him? I did what you said, and I really don't blame me for not completing the task!"

Amelia: "..."

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The girl in the costume of a maid squatted in the corner, whispering magically to talk to an unknown person in the distance.

"Don't move my parents, I did what you said, you can't do this!" There was a cry in his voice.

Amelia stood silently behind her, her mental power fumbled along the traces of magic, and then severely shattered the obese man who was talking over there, turning it into a pile of meat that could not be shoveled up by a shovel.

Looking at the costumes, it should be the royal family of a certain country.

It happened to hit Amelia, who was in a bad mood, and dared to snatch someone from her. Amelia had to make him die beautiful.

"Hello? Hello?!" The maid couldn't hear a response, and she cried helplessly, and she leaned on the ground with one hand. Only then did she dullly discover that a shadow was covering her.

Looks...like a woman in a long dress.

The maid froze and turned her head slowly.

A face that resembled Amelia was exposed to the sun.

Amelia's pupils shrank.

She had seen a girl who looked a lot like her before, and she had forgotten her name, but she didn't look like the maid in front of her at all.

It's almost exactly the same.

Except for the more delicate look and timid eyes, even the small mole on the side cheek is the same.

The maid had already recognized her identity, her feet were soft, and she was so scared that she could not move on the ground.

Over, over.

She had sneaked in in the first place. Does this face let the queen see?Can't kill her?

The maid Beatrice was so frightened that she almost rushed over.

But the god queen didn't kill her, her eyes were as cold as ice and murderous, but she just glanced at her patiently and flung her sleeves and left.

"Huh..." Beatrice patted her chest, and the feeling of escaping from death made her legs limp, and she collapsed on the ground for a while and couldn't get up.

But why didn't the god queen kill her?

Isn't she angry seeing this face?

Beatrice couldn't figure out what the big guys thought, so she could only attribute it to the descendants of the gods, pity her, not like the master of the country who captured her, with a tyrannical personality, and kills when she says murder.

That's great, she also wants to work under such a host.

Beatrice wiped away the remaining tears on her face, leaned on the wall, got up little by little, struggling to avoid the crowd and go home.

On the other side, the temple is located in the center of the church.

The dark elf stayed in the darkness for a long, long time, and when she became impatient, Amelia finally returned.

The saint's face was sullen, and the corners of her eyes that had always been smiling slightly upturned also dropped, and the corners of her rosy lips were pursed, and she looked extremely unhappy.

"I'm in a bad mood." Her voice was flat, without ups and downs.

Alfonso raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes softened like ice-breaking, watching her quietly, his irritability was instantly calmed down.

The first time I saw her with a sullen face.Kind of cute.

Alfonso said, "Why, who is angry with you?"

Everyone is angry with me.

Amelia wanted to endure it, but when she came back to see this elf sitting leisurely, she suddenly didn't want to endure it.

Isn't the punching bag that will not die no matter how hard you can tolerate it?

"I blame you for this, you have to take the responsibility." She said frankly, her fingernails rubbing the slender collarbone from the slippery collar of the elf's neck, leaving a trail of blood oozing from the sharp nails. Scratches.

"Hurry up and change back to an adult image."