Taming the Dark Lord

Amelia cautiously touched the thin fleshy membrane, which was fiercely erecting spikes to drive away the black water. It looked strange and terrifying, but it was soft and luffy under her fingertips.

As soon as she touched it, she even scratched it eagerly, like a pup who kept flicking her tail to please.

Yes, a little cute (*/ω*)

Amelia touched it a few times, and seeing'Evil Thought' getting more and more excited, she had to withdraw her hand regretfully.

"Will you tell me this time? What is this disgusting thing." Amelia asked, her tone a bit fierce.

Alfonso stretched out his hand, pulled the person up, and put his arms in his arms: "Since you saw it with your own eyes, don't you understand?"

Its words meant something, as if she had already guessed it.

Amelia: ...?

Understand... Understand what?

Should she know?

Amelia asked tentatively: "How about... prompt?"

She touched the flesh again, carefully closed her eyes and felt it. She really didn’t feel anything special, except that it felt very nauseous and very hot, like touching something filthy, which made her want to go. Wash your hands.

At the stunned look of the saint, Alfonso suddenly laughed, lowered his head and wanted to kiss her on the face, but Amelia pushed him away with disgust.

"Don't turn your face to me, it's so ugly." She couldn't help but spit out.

But the more she disliked it, the more Alfonso deliberately wanted her to take a look. It seemed to like to see her grumpy face, and it took a long time to say leisurely: "You deal with them every day, just look at it differently. Can't come out?"

day by day?Change it?

Amelia pondered for a while, and then tentatively said: "Is it also... the negative emotions of believers?"

Alfonso: "Accurately speaking, it belongs to all living things. Anything that is conscious will become a part of its body if it produces a little evil thought."

After getting this answer, Amelia was silent for a moment, as if talking to herself: "In other words, as long as the human beings are immortal and the world is immortal, the'evil thoughts' will not be eliminated, right?"

And it is getting stronger every second, even if it breaks up for a while, it will quickly regroup.

Alfonso said in a tone of'you finally understand': "That's right."

What to do then?

Is it possible that Alfonso keeps using his own flesh and blood to trap these things here?But what if you don't get trapped, this disgusting thing flows out, and tens of millions of people on the land will die, and they will not be able to escape.

Amelia's heart was cold, her fingertips were trembling slightly as if she felt something wrong.

Alfonso squeezed her fingers slowly, with an indifferent voice, as if to say something insignificant: "This world has come to an end a long time ago, and it will die sooner or later, and the gods will not be able to reverse it. But it doesn't want itself. Disappear, it wants to drag us to die together, and all the creatures that live here will be buried for it."

When Amelia moved in her heart, she suddenly understood why the God of Light had to take her away, why so many devout believers who were willing to dedicate everything to him, why they smashed with her.

Because she is a visitor from another world.

Through her, maybe you can find another brand new world, a vibrant world, and you can escape the fate of death.

Amelia took a deep breath, and secretly said that the god of light sometimes looks stupid, but he is still very clever at the critical moment. This is indeed a workable way. If it hadn’t been for Alfonso at that time, maybe He has succeeded now.

She is a saint who wanders under the idol all day, and one day she will be spotted by the god of light, and then use her soul to find the door to another world.

In this way, Alfonso is actually her savior.

Thinking of this, Amelia suddenly stunned and realized a problem.

The only way to survive, Alfonso, hasn't seen it?

Amelia turned her head to look at the elf, wanting to observe its expression. As soon as she turned her gaze, she saw a piece of meat dropped on its chin, revealing a white bone.

Amelia: "..."

Alas----

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Alfonso raised his eyebrows slightly, pinched her chin and leaned forward, insisting to kiss her, biting his lip and leaning in.

She even asked her to touch the empty place, to touch the cold bones.

"!!! Stop! Stop!"

Amelia quickly withdrew her hand, covering her mouth not to kiss.

She was too sick to accept it.

It's a pity that the mouth is blocked and the eyes are not blocked.

The elf was amused by the expression that she swallowed a goose egg. The corners of her eyes were dizzy with laughter, and the chest that was holding her was shaking. Instead, she printed a wet kiss on the corner of her eyes, making sure that she could see that as soon as she opened her eyes. hole.

Amelia who accidentally saw up close:...

This is very abnormal.

"Okay, let's talk about business." Amelia closed her eyes and pushed it away, then buried her head in the neck of the elf, and quickly found a topic to divert her attention: "By the way, when did you get this? thing?"

Said and touched the meat bag under him.

Alfonso let her go: "It didn't take long."

Amelia further asked: "How come you suddenly remembered, is it because I told you about the maid?"

There was a guess in her mind.

Compared with the conscientious light god, the dark god Alfonso is a love brain, and he doesn't take it seriously.His followers were suppressed to a corner, and the God of Light secretly corrupted its reputation.

That is, when I was in a relationship, I seriously engaged in trouble, and successfully killed the god of light, but this kind of dedication did not last long.

Amelia sometimes feels that even if one day Alfonso is really going to die, it will accept it calmly, and is too lazy to go around looking for a way to survive.So even if it saw it at that time, it didn't use her to find the entrance to another world.

But this is inconsistent with its current behavior.

If it is to save the people of the world, it doesn't make sense. Alfonso is not the kind of "kind" person. He is better at tossing others to death than saving them.

Amelia has a guess.

She didn't know if she had been thinking too much, she wanted to ask, but out of some unknown shyness and couldn't say it, she had to knock on the side.

Alfonso snorted and said noncommittal: "Probably."

What does it probably mean?

Amelia was about to continue to question, her head was pressed into that cold embrace.

The elf's slender fingers touched her back a few times, as if smoothing her hair, smoothing her up, and then said: "These things have nothing to do with you."

With cold spitting and spraying on her ears, Amelia took the thin body and suddenly walked away.

It was dressed in black today, and it couldn't be seen from a distance, nor could it smell.It wasn't until close contact that she found that the black was strangely black and wet, and when she touched it, her palms would be printed with red wet marks.

Does it hurt?

Amelia touched the meat that was constantly falling off and regenerating, and her heart felt like feeling the same.

God is also painful, even if it doesn’t show anything, or even laughs, but Amelia can feel it, it must endure the pain that ordinary people can’t bear, every minute and every second, in this endless emptiness. Space tortured it all the time.

But it was still saying: "Go back."

Amelia was stunned for a moment: "What about you?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help tightening her jaw, and the white earlobes dangled in front of the elf's eyes.

The elf leaned over, dropped a kiss in her ear, and lowered her voice: "My flesh, body is the strongest thing in the world. It can still trap the'evil thoughts' for a period of time, in exchange for a moment of peace."

"But it can only last for ten thousand years. During this time, you can do whatever you want, and live comfortably. With those two godheads, no one in the world dares to deceive you."

"As for ten thousand years from now?" It laughed, fingers wrapped around her chest, and tapped the lively jumping heart in the air: "You will know what to do then."

……what?

What ten thousand years?I'm leaving. Are you alone?Can't you go out together?Do you want to leave me alone?

This long paragraph that seemed to be an account of funeral confuses Amelia, and a lot of questions stuck in her throat. It was because of too many that she got stuck, her head went blank, and she couldn't think of a word. Instead, it gradually became red, and his fingers were tightly gripped by the corners of his clothes and refused to let go.

Why did it suddenly come to this point?

Everything was perfect in the first place. She had a godhead, status and strength, and was finally able to bully the elves and no longer have to worry about being killed. She could laugh out of such a beautiful life in her dreams.

But it was obviously just a simple run away from home and brought people back. Why did it develop into this way?

Amelia was flustered and confused, she was trembling with her teeth, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "You...wait! Don't...I can stay here..."

Alfonso interrupted her, and hugged the saint’s legs with one hand and hugged her up, and said gloomily: "I know that you spend your heart and will never be loyal to one person. I will allow you to raise a few. Things will relieve their boredom, but they must not touch their skin or entangle their lips and tongue."

What bullshit are you talking about?

Amelia was about to hit it, she suddenly felt light, her whole body flew down, the scenery in front of her suddenly became smaller, and she drifted away.

That familiar face was getting farther and farther away. At the moment she would not be able to see it, she saw countless spots of light that were so dense that almost illuminating the entire sky spread out from Alfonso, covering the flesh and blood that the gods voluntarily donated. Flew back a little bit.

That is a galaxy.

Spots of light leaped between its indifferent eyebrows, thin lips stained with blood, white hair and black clothes hunting and hunting, and it was even more chilling and thrilling beauty.

Those red eyes kept staring at her, focused and indulged as if to watch for thousands of years.

Amelia opened her eyes wide.

She suddenly realized that Alfonso had been waiting for her, waiting for her to come, and then said these things to her.

It knew she would come, and was prepared for it.

Amelia was falling rapidly, and the sound of hunting wind enveloped her, turning into the soft spring breeze of February as she approached, laying her gently on the ground like the amniotic fluid in the mother's body protecting the fetus, an endless wilderness.

Before letting go, the elf stuffed something, and it is still holding it in her hand.

Amelia looked down and saw that it was a miniature elf, a hand-stitched rag doll, with delicate stitches and agile demeanor, like a living thing, with a gold and silver bracelet on her wrist.