Taming the Dark Lord

The beads of sweat rolled down the Adam's apple.

The honey-like skin slipped out a wet mark, from the sharp bones to the firm and elastic chest muscles, exuding a sweet cold fragrance.

Amelia suspected that it was not a personal creature that she was pressing, but some honey-breading person.

Otherwise, why are these cold skins so sweet? Even the blood seems to contain icing sugar.

"You are a dog?"

Alfonso looked down at the saint who was about to bite off a piece of flesh from her chest, wrapped her waist loosely with one hand, supporting her tight back as if nothing.

You are the dog!

Amelia was angrily and bit harder.

It hissed, and its blood-colored eyes narrowed slightly, like a sharp blade full of blood, full of murderous and violent, as if to violently kill at any time.However, the gesture of holding her was unexpectedly patient and gentle.

This fierce beast is enduring the urge to fight back, allowing its beloved humans to wreak havoc on it.

It endured, and his slender fingertips circled her long blonde hair little by little, tugging lightly from time to time, sometimes pulling on the scalp.

But the slight tingling sensation is not so much a stop, as it is XXX.

Amelia was even more excited and bit her long pointed ears viciously through her thick hair.

Two pointed tiger teeth rubbed on sensitive skin.

"Hurry up, please me, make me happy." The saint couldn't help but said vaguely.

The elf laughed.

The careless eyes lit up two clusters of flames, like a beast who had been ordered to let go of the shackles that bound her self, and infect her soul with the unconquerable wildness.

The cold body temperature entangled the saint's white body.

Amelia's waist was tingling, and a few whimpers came out of her throat.

"Comfortable?"

The chest under the palm of the hand vibrated, the elf laughed wantonly, the corners of his eyes were dizzy, and its fingers were slightly bent, holding her straight and shivering waist harshly and refused to relax.

laugh!what's so funny!

Amelia squeezed the pointed ears in the palm of her hand, tugged fiercely, and let go dazedly, her fingertips touched the soft and icy touch as if she were soothing.

There was only one thought in her lumped head.

Don't bully your ears.

The ears are innocent.

As for the annoying elf, I'll take out my hand and hit it later.

...

Exercise in bed is really the most emotional vent.

Amelia curled up in the bedding with sweat, as if she was scalded in hot water, her muscles and bones opened, her depression was released, and she yawned lazily.

Want sleep.

But still can't sleep.

She kicked the elf who was playing tirelessly with her hair, and called out: "Get my scepter."

Alfonso raised his eyelids, and with a casual move, the white scepter flew over and landed on Amelia.

"It's me, there is something you need to do now. There is a maid in the temple who looks exactly like me. I don't know what her name is. Find her and bring it to me."

Amelia connected the correspondence with the Pope, probably described the characteristics of the maid, and then said: "Look at which country's royal family is so desperate, find them, and then... what to do, you know?"

"Yes."

She paused, then remembered something, and said: "The maid's parents and relatives can be rescued as soon as possible. Don't hurt the innocent. If there is no problem, let it go."

"……Yes."

Nothing else, Amelia simply hung up the communication.

"This broken thing, you still don't listen to me." Amelia inserted the scepter into the flower pot beside the bed, and the bright magic crystal plunged into the mud.

The elf glanced at it and said, "Then bury it for hundreds of years, and you will be honest when you come out."

The scepter flicked and silently drilled into the soil.

Buried?

Amelia suddenly said in a cold and faint tone: "I was tossing the black book like this back then. Do you know why?"

Recall the old thing.

The elf smelled something bad.

Amelia continued to hold on to its collar: "You certainly don't know, but do you know who I wanted to bury the most?"

Murderous eyes.

Just about to move.

Alfonso:"……"

After the fall, you may be late, but you will never be absent.

It decisively changed back to the appearance of a teenager, pretending to have not heard what Amelia said, and its slender arm stretched out and pressed the saint to his slightly green chest.

"Don't you want to sleep? Go to sleep."

While talking, five fingers inserted into her soft and thick hair roots and kneaded a few times quite skillfully.

Sleepiness swept over.

It moved too fast, and Amelia only had time to mumble: "Do you think I would not dare to hit you..." She fell into a dream and lost her consciousness.

Then snorted straight to sleep.

Alfonso has been following her back, making her sleep sounder and deeper. The sharp knuckles of the bones shuttle among the blonde hair, revealing a little dark skin.

It loosely grabbed a bunch of blonde hair backhand and held it in its palm.This is the most brilliant gold in the world, and any metal praised by the world is eclipsed in front of it.

It has lived for many years, and the number of collections it has collected is uncountable. It can be called the largest wealth in human history. During those boring times, Alfonso would sit on the throne and open the treasure house to count over and over again.This is its small pastime to pass the time.

But now it has developed a new habit.

Count the hair.

While the saint was not paying attention, she kept counting on the end of her hair, knowing the shape of each strand, knowing how much hair she lost every day, and what kind of hairstyle would not damage the roots.

During the action, a shed blond hair fell on the quilt and was picked up by Alfonso spontaneously.

During this period of time, it has accumulated a lot, and it will be able to weave into a bracelet in a few days. It must be the most shining crown in all its collections.

But it is not the most precious.

Alfonso lowered his waist and kissed her two trembling shoulder blades with his cold lips, leaving a small hickey on them.

This is its most precious treasure.

Amelia claimed to be a true iron-blooded woman, never lied, and kept her promise the next day and beat the elf.

Alfonso:"……"?

This woman changed her heart too quickly.

I held on to it yesterday, but today I will be cruel to it.

With bloody tooth marks and bruises on his body, the elves looked extremely miserable, as if they had been eaten by a giant, and even if they were not pityed, they would be beaten.

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At the same time, in a long-abandoned cave in the temple.

Beatrice knelt on her knees, and kept begging towards the other end of the call: "Madam, I really don't know anything, I will do things well, please, let him go, he is just a child."

——"Don't you know? He died after speaking with you!!!"

There were hysterical screams of women and crying of children.

"No, please, please, I'm still useful, I'm still useful..." Beatrice was trembling all over, and the cry of her younger brother was like a knife in her heart, and it was dripping with blood and pain. Unbearable.

But she never said about seeing the god queen.It's not because of other reasons, but can't tell.

There is a force in the underworld that has been staring at her, once she confides the relevant words, it will grab her throat, block her channel, and prevent the slightest words from venting.

It was the Queen of God that would not let her say.Beatrice felt this vaguely.

What about her brother?Where is her family??

Beatrice was full of the noble woman who looked exactly the same as her. She couldn't say a word, so she kept kowtow on the ground, banging her head and making a "pop" sound.

The woman over there gave a shrill laugh.

——"Yes, it took him so much to make you look exactly like that adult. You are a precious property, worth a thousand dollars, and you must take good care of it."

Beatrice raised a ray of hope.

But immediately, the woman's next sentence knocked her down the bottomless abyss.

——"But that's not the bad old man, William, cut off his head for me, get dressed up, clean it up, and send it to our property."

There was a sound of viscous water.

And the sound of the ball rolling down.

"...Father." Beatrice opened her eyes silently.

——"As for your mother and brother, I will also entertain them'good', hahahaha."

The call was interrupted amidst the woman's laughter, unexpectedly and somewhat abruptly.

But Beatrice had no thoughts to detect these, her head was full of despair, her body trembled, and her body and soul seemed to be unconscious.

The countess was a cruel woman who loved torturing slaves with her own hands.She had seen the execution scene thousands of times, and she was full of fear at the time. Now think about it, if the protagonist is replaced by her own family, the fear will turn into deep hatred and grief.

The Duchess would never let them go, she would make the offender die very painful.

But why?

Why are some people born superior?Why could those stupid, vicious, obese noble lords step on her?

She was born as a human, so why should she suffer such suffering?

What did her parents do wrong?!

Noble... Noble!!!!

The girl held her hands on the ground, and the transparent water droplets fell little by little, and her hazy blue eyes with tears gradually turned black under the deep fluctuations, as black as the deep night.

Her desperate breath drew the vipers that watched.

Following the sweet scent, climbing up the girl's body little by little, the emptiness voice with the magic of seduction, repeating something in her ear.

Read it.

Follow me.

Read it quickly.

Ruoyouruuowu's babble rang in my ears, repeated, lingering like echoes.

With hollow eyes, Beatrice gradually read unconsciously: "...great and noble... Beatrice Holt prays to you for blessing, to your favor, and to give you everything, no matter what... Still spirit...soul."

When she said the word soul, Beatrice woke up suddenly and opened her eyes in panic.It is a pity that she did not turn her head back when she opened the bow. Once she had said her prayer, He would not allow her to stop.

A thick black liquid appeared from the void, slowly curling up the girl's slender body as if it was broken.

Slowly and quickly swallowed.

Until all is eaten.

He hiccups contentedly, staring into the distance with greedy eyes, hovering in the same place unwillingly for a moment, and then slowly leaving here.

The candle in the corner of the cave flickered slightly, and a drop of tears fell.

...

"Can't find it?"

The pope respectfully said: "You have rummaged up and down the temple, and you really can't find the maid you described."

Amelia curled her eyebrows, could she escape?But she gave the girl a hint at the time, telling her to stay in the house and not walk around.

When she was thinking, the palm of her hand slowly touched the little elf lying on her lap, acting very much like the cat running in her spare time at work in her previous life.

The pope glanced upwards vaguely, and saw a deep tooth mark between the elven boy's clothes.

It's all red, and it's not grown.

Looking inside, there seems to be more.

Alas--

The Pope sighed in his heart for a long, unclear meaning.