Taming the Dark Lord

Amelia was breathing fragrance in her heart.

The things that had been hidden for a long time were actually said by Bai/Elf in a single sentence.

Gan!

Amelia closed her eyes in despair.

The stern gaze scratched on her body like ice skates, the tentacle pushed her a few times, and the slimy saliva rubbed against her face. She screamed in her heart, but still motionless, dizzy especially seriously.

The tentacles pushed her for a while, seeing that she couldn't move, she stretched out and touched the end of her nose tremblingly, opened her savage mouth, and let out a deep sigh of relief.

Still alive, not dead.

The gaze closed away.

"It has nothing to do with you." He said, her voice was cold and heavy, and Amelia, who heard it from a distance, couldn't help shaking.

I don't know if he believes it.

She couldn't help thinking, her long eyelashes trembled, and she looked towards the sky through the gap in her eyelids.

The gloomy sky was obscured, and the darkness and the light were on one side, and they collided fiercely in the center, bursting with dazzling light.

The light was so dazzling that Amelia was pierced with tears as soon as she opened her eyes. She squinted her eyes and couldn't see clearly, she could only vaguely see two slender figures.

She only glanced at it and her eyes were stinging. She dared not look any more, and hurriedly closed her eyes.

The deafening sound of slaughter lasted for a long time. Both of them smashed their eyes and tried their best. No matter what, the magma and the floating white feathers were mixed and fell on the ground.

The ground was shaken and the mountains shook, the ruins of the palace were ground into powder, and they were immersed in the lava that burned everything. The forest trees that seemed to be out of sight all around fell down one by one, the beasts farther away collapsed in horror, and the creatures nearer left behind. There was no chance, and he died on the spot early.

The tentacles took Amelia, who was straight and still unable to move, backed many times, and kept backing away from the battlefield.

Amelia had heard of the power of God in the Bible and historical books before, but that was just hearsay. After all, the paper commentary was not as shocking as she had seen with her own eyes. As a human, she was not even qualified to watch, even with her eyes closed. I was also stabbed and kept crying.

This is the battlefield of the gods, rash approaching will only turn into dust at the feet of the gods.

The tentacle realized her predicament, even though she was trembling with fear, she still stretched her body to surround her, cut off the dazzling light, and plunged into darkness.

Time didn't know how long it had passed. Before she knew it, Amelia fell asleep. When she woke up again, she saw a white light falling through the gaps in the huge tentacles.

Like white feathers floating on the surface of the water, he fell swayingly, the small feathers scattered, and were blown up by the wind piecemeal, and gathered into a white deer leading straight to the sky.

This is the end.

Guanghan closed his eyes with a smile, and his body shattered a little, turning into the purest light magic particles scattered in the world. He did not struggle, but sighed deeply.

In the Age of Doom, the gods fell.

Even the gods who live high above the clouds cannot escape the fate of extinction.

Guang Jue was unwilling to disappear like this, he searched for a long time, and finally found a girl named Amelia.

This is an outsider.

At the same time, it is also a ray of life bestowed by world consciousness.

He opened his eyes, and black magic rushed from above, pierced his body violently, and shattered the heart again.

This time, the heart failed to heal, but it spread out with the body and turned into a light spot of nothingness.

What about youDark God, when will you realize where the vitality is?

Guanghan smiled and fell. Although he was a loser, he watched Alfonso's sight, but with the high smile of a successful man, he wiped out his consciousness triumphantly and easily.

The halo dissipated completely.

Amelia was startled, her forehead twitched with intense pain, she hissed, and before she could touch her forehead, she saw a black figure falling in the lava.

His honey-colored skin, his bare feet stepped in the fiery red lava, the golden knife patterns gleamed in the fire, thin sweat attached to his forehead, and several strands of pale hair stuck to his face.

The blood-red eyes looked straight, and through the thick body of the tentacles, they seemed to be nailed to her.

Amelia: Hiss!!!

Amelia closed her eyes in a panic, put her hands together, and assumed a posture as if she was lying in a coffin sleeping, listening nervously to the sound of footsteps approaching.

Near, nearer.

The slight breathing sound seemed to sound in his ears, Alfonso's slaying light seemed to waste a lot of energy, a little tired, and his breathing was a little rough.

The sound of footsteps stopped by his side, and the tentacles pulled away from the body, making a sound of friction.

Why doesn't he move?

Amelia tightened her lips and felt a shadow covering the top of her head, but he hadn't moved. He just stood and looked at her like this, gazing away inch by inch on her face.

No, I can't hold it anymore!

The more Amelia reminded herself not to move, the more she wanted to move, her limbs were almost out of control, her eyelashes were shaking, she almost opened her eyes voluntarily, and stopped in time.

How about I wake up with a cry?

Amelia thought about this issue seriously, thinking about what kind of "" would be more natural, she suddenly felt that black shadow fell down, carrying a cold wind, very close to her face, as if she wanted to touch Her face.

In the violent heartbeat, the cold fingertips touched her side face, as if brushing the dew between the flowers, wiping away the teardrops remaining on the girl's cheeks, and she touched them instantly.

It's so cold, Amelia shivered.

She was a little panicked and was about to open her eyes, when a force suddenly came from her waist. The powerful five fingers clamped the girl's slender waist and picked up the person in her arms.

As if holding a piece of Mo Yu exuding chill, she couldn't help shivering anymore and opened her eyes.

"What are you doing?" She recovered a bit of mobility, but her hands and feet were still very soft, and she weakly placed her on the furry head on her chest, and patted gently.

Yes, chest.

This guy actually rubbed her chest, like an enlarged version of a cat stepping on milk, rubbing all the blood stains on her cheeks on her white skirt.

This is using her as a rag.

Before Amelia had aroused her due fear and awe of the gods, she felt anger first, with a fierce expression and weak fingers grabbing Alfonso's hair and trying to get him up.

"Wake up?" His voice was a little bit of sarcasm and murderousness that had not faded, as if he was questioning, and like an interrogation of the prisoner before his death.

Amelia softened, she didn't dare to get angry, and whispered BB: "Wake up, wake up, I don't remember anything. I didn't see anything."

Alfonso snorted for unknown reasons. He didn't know whether he believed it or not. He held the girl's waist and pushed it up, buried it in her neck, and relaxedly pressed his whole body up.

It was so heavy, Amelia couldn't hold it, and fell backwards. Alfonso didn't even struggle. She fell backwards after her. The two lay on the ground with their bodies overlapping.

Amelia shivered with cold.

These two gods, one hot and the other cold, are not easy for mortals to bear.Thinking like this, she suddenly felt a slight movement and looked down.

"What are you smoking?" Amelia squinted her eyes, feeling like catnip caught by the cat Rua, and she just sucked when caught.

Alfonso: "Smelly."

Amelia: "? Then you let me go."

"No." Alfonso's voice finally brought a hint of smile.A mocking smile.

The kind that makes your teeth tickling.

Or it's just that the gods have their own talents, and the dark gods are also first-class in their hatred ability.

Amelia’s eyebrows were upside down, her anger was overwhelming, and she was about to bow her head to scold him, but a red light swept across the corner of her eyes. She looked intently at the unhealed wound on Alfonso’s arm, still dripping. Bleeding ticking.

"Why isn't it good?" She couldn't help holding up that hand with difficulty, placing her slender fingers in her palm casually, her skin was flawless, and her skin was like black jade.

It looks so beautiful, like a work of art.

Alfonso glanced sideways, his fingertips swayed, and the wound was just like the color erased on the drawing board, easily faded away.

This is... the power of healing?

Amelia was startled at first, and then took a closer look and noticed that the broken cuff had also been restored, and only then discovered that it was not the wound healed, but the arm that had been returned to the time before the injury.

Toggle the time.

This is the realm of the gods.

Amelia pursed her lips, and suddenly felt the weight of her body. She let go of Alfonso's hand and lay on the ground with her whole body, raising her head, and exhaling gently.

Alfonso, did he restore his memory?

There should be none.Amelia speculated that otherwise he would find her to settle the accounts immediately and make her pay the price for those acts of insulting the gods.

But this moment should not be far away.

The sky is still very dark. I don't know how long this one has been fighting. The dark night hasn't dimmed.

Amelia looked at the twinkling stars in the night sky, lay down for a while, and suddenly woke up and bounced like an electric shock: "Where is the material? Where is the material?"

Alfonso casually glanced at the tentacles shrinking to the side, and the tentacles brought up the things curled up on the tip, grinning like a smile.

"Um...thank you."

Amelia was silent for a moment, but still failed to convince herself to pick it up. She tore off a small piece of skirt corner, wrapped in the super disgusting thing, and started looking for books again: "What about the book?"

With a stroke of Alfonso's hand, the black book emerged from the horns, stumbled to the girl, and spread out automatically.

The page quickly slid open, and the ink gradually appeared.

Alfonso rested his chin on the girl's sunken neck, and followed them lazily.

——Respected and great God-loving person, what do you command?