Taming the Dark Lord

As time passed by, the squirrel outside the window had successfully eaten a pine cone.

Alfonso was leaning against the wall halfway, his hands around his chest, his fingertips tapping on the outside of his arms, his frequency gradually getting faster and his face darker and darker.

——Is there anything to say, does it take so long to report to each individual?

In fact, it didn't take long, but to him at this time, every minute and every second seemed to be very long.Too impatient.

Alfonso waited for a while, changed his posture impatiently, and stepped on the black book on the ground.

The Black Book let out a trembling sound.Its neat and clean bookcase was covered with dust, and the surface was pitted, as if it had been hit by something and buried in the mud.

The person who buried it was Amelia, and the person who smashed it was Alfonso.

Amelia was ridiculed by the black book that day. She was so angry that she dug a hole on the spot to bury it, and stomped a few more feet on it, vowing to let it sleep in the ground forever.

Hei Shu's mood was never moved like a mountain to a little panicked to tears. After staying motionless in the dark soil for a long time, the whole book almost collapsed. Later when Alfonso found it out, he rushed up to hug him. thigh.

Then he was smashed into the ground with a fist, and the book case almost flew off with a violent blow.

Now Black Book can be regarded as knowing, what kind of person God loves, Amelia Saint Maiden is it forever!

Offending the gods will only be beaten once, and offending the Lord Saint will be beaten twice!Hei Shu numbly ranked the Lord Saint to the top of the list of "The Most Unprovokable Creature in the World", and vowed to take a good shot of flattering next time, and take it in place!

After waiting for a long time, a young girl finally walked on the gravel path outside the palace. Before she got close, a familiar smell floated in.

The god straightened his back slightly, his relaxed eyebrows tightened, and his impatience suddenly turned into a mood similar to tension.

How should I talk to her?What expression?Is she still angry?

The complex and messy emotions swarmed up. Before he realized the feelings, the gods could keep calm and stay out of the matter, calmly and even maliciously watching her hurt, sad, and painful, watching her tears, and watching her absent eyes.

As if stabbing her to give him some strange pleasure.

But now the god panicked as soon as she saw her walk in, and his hands and feet stiffened.This kind of brand-new emotion that he has never experienced before is both novel and wanting to escape, and he can't wait to jump out of the window and escape now.

Leaving may be a good choice.

The god suddenly went blank and couldn't think of what to say before. His hand touched the window unknowingly, and his calf was about to jump over, but the door was pushed.

A faint fragrance floated in.

The girl's white skirt rose up in the breeze, and her smiling brows gradually appeared in the sun, first the petal-like pretty jaws, and then the full lips that He had kissed many times.

Alfonso’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, met with the saint’s surprised eyes, and conditioned his sharp eyebrows, his face was gloomy, and he said strangely: "Slowly die."

Amelia:?

"Are you... something?"

From Amelia’s point of view, when she asked this sentence, the proud god suddenly stalked, and the cold golden pupil drifted around suspiciously, and it took a long time for him to kick it over as if he was thinking of something. A black thing.

She glanced down and hurriedly, it was a black book.

It's been a long time since I almost forgot that there is such a thing. Amelia glanced at the black book with a deep eye, making it tremble with fear and dare not speak.

She looked at the god and said: "My god, this black book is glib and full of lies. I am afraid that the dark gods have sent us a means to disturb us with ulterior motives. I don't know why it appears here?"

God: "Oh, just picked it up."

She deserves to be a saint. She has the same virtue as the old thief of Guangming, and will buckle him on any black pot.

Alfonso glanced at the black book displeasedly.

The black books that were stared at one after another: ...you guys!

After a moment of silence, the god said: "I heard that you saved a dark elf?" His voice was a little cold, like the calm before the eruption of a volcano.

——I never saved it, don’t you know?

Amelia slandered, but knelt down neatly on the surface, bowed her head and admitted: "Yes."

She didn't bother to pretend to be shocked to ask, "Who did you hear?"Anyway, the gods want to toss her, she is a small mortal, it's useless to say more.

Amelia believed that the god mentioned this incident to find a reason to punish her.

The vengeful Dark God will not let anyone insult him. The cleaning the previous day was just raindrops before the storm, and the highlight is only about to begin.

The god asked again: "What do you think, why do you want to save it?"

——What do you think, my brain is broken.

Amelia replied like this in her heart, but she said calmly: "Just looking at the pathetic, I saved it by mistake."

This answer did not seem to satisfy the god, and his voice was even colder, saying, "After that, why not give it to the trial house."

To be honest, Amelia hadn't thought about this issue seriously, and this option was not in her consideration from the beginning.

Seriously, it should still be... poor, right?

At that time, he looked so much like a homeless vicious dog, with a fearful heart under his fierce skin.

Every time she opened the door and walked in, the elf curled up at the foot of the bed, her blood-red eyes looked over cautiously, and her pointed ears shook so much that Amelia had the urge to raise her for a lifetime.

Not pitiful, but fascinated by beauty.

Now it seems that it is really a knife on the head of sex, good-looking people are poisonous.

But this obviously couldn't be said to the Lord. Amelia was silent for a moment, and thoughtfully said: "It's also because I feel sorry for it, thinking about sending it away, so I didn't say anything."

She lowered her eyelashes and said, "Amelia knows her mistake and is willing to accept punishment."

The girl turned pale, as if she was frightened, her lips tightly pressed.

Alfonso glanced at it. Even though he was not very satisfied with the answer, his voice softened a little, and he asked the question he most wanted to ask: "What kind of feelings do you have for it...?"

What feelings?Amelia laughed, wondering why he asked this question.

Are you trying to tease her?Physical revenge is not enough, but she has to tease her emotionally, to force her to admit that she once liked him?

The question is simple.

She can answer immediately.

A sudden surge of impulse made Amelia raise her head and face the god’s eyes. She was a little bit happy, a bit cruel, and said with a smile at the corner of her lips: "There is no emotion, there used to be, it's gone now."

The god's pupils shrank, and his face was expressionless and his voice asked hoarsely: "...Why? Is it because he didn't tell you when he left?"

He can explain it.

The god was a little dazed. Anyway, for other things, his inner thoughts, the saint, don’t know everything, just make up a reason to fool it. For example, if there is an urgent matter to do, it’s not a big deal, why suddenly...no emotion Up?

The god opened his mouth, wanted to say something justifying, and then remembered the identity he used to cover up now, so he could only swallow those words.

The heart that had just grown for a short time began to feel endless pain again. He stretched out his hand to press his chest, and frowned anxiously.

Amelia shook her head.

"It has nothing to do with this matter, I just suddenly realized that there is a big gap between us."

The saint's voice is calm and ruthless, and there is a drowning feeling in the deep-sea eyes: "I am a saint, destined to serve my god for life, and he is a foreign race. This thing was wrong from the beginning."

She was right.

The dark god thought, this thing was wrong from the beginning, for the gods, being with humans is no less than being with ants.In the eyes of high-ranking people, there is no difference between humans and small ants.

For the saint, being with the dark elves will not bring her any benefit, and the conflict between the three views and status will only make her painful.

It is good for both of them to end this relationship.

Alfonso knew clearly that he wanted to understand this, but when he looked into the eyes of the saint, he imagined the saint kneeling alone at the feet of the idol. From young to old, wrinkles gradually climbed onto her face. , And her eyes only looked at the god of light from beginning to end.

She will forget the dark god, the dark elves that she had saved when she was young, maybe one day she will think of it, but it will only turn into a sigh on her lips, and soon disappear in the wind, disappearing in the companionship of the light God's day and night.

The god squeezed the window frame he was holding, his fingers sinking deeply into the hard stone.

He suddenly had an incredible thought.

Can man... be a god?

"Can man be a god?"

After the god whose face changed suddenly left, Amelia kicked the black book that was pretending to be dead and asked.

——!!

——Yes, yes, but what you want to do, it won’t be...

"It doesn't matter to you, it's enough to be honest."

The Black Book shook again, and said tremblingly:

——Gods are creatures born between heaven and earth, born with stronger souls and abilities than others.

——If a mortal wants to become a god, he first needs to devour the flesh and blood of the god, gather a lot of faith, and experience many hardships before he can become a god.

Amelia squinted again and stared at the black book: "You haven't lied, right?"

--No!Absolutely not!

Amelia threw the black book aside, she opened the window and looked at the palace where the god was.

It is also the only god that exists in the world.