Taming the Dark Lord

This woman is still pretending to be innocent.

Jason clenched his fingers, murderous intent, and looked dangerously at the woman in front of him.

This damn saint, and the hateful god of light are really the same thing, they are all damn things, and they dare to fool their gods with smart words!Now my lord is not moving, it may be because of the God of Light, or he doesn't care about her, just just play around.

But Jason couldn't let go of it!

He had thought about tying the saint back before, but the useless thing that the presiding judge was too useless, it was dead and neat, and the matter was not done properly.It just so happens that the saint is alone now, so it's better to grab it back and present it to our lord as a gift.

Just think about it, Jason's eyes drenched, his right hand drew out the dagger, hidden in the cloak, and turned around as if nothing had happened.

The moment the corner of the robe brushed the hem of the saint's dress, a cold light flashed, and the dagger came straight at the chest at a tricky angle.

"choke!"

The sharp light was wrapped in something at the moment when he was about to wipe the placket, and made a very small noise.

The invisible gold thread descended, strands trapped his limbs, and one even penetrated into his brain, straight into the brainstem.

"!"

Jason opened his eyes wide, and his murderous face instantly calmed down.

He retracted his hands expressionlessly, moved his hands and feet slowly, and walked towards the end of the street step by step, his stiff posture seemed like a puppet.

Amelia:?

what's the situation?

From her point of view, the strange dark elf who talked to her inexplicably, after a big dance-like turn of one hundred and eighty degrees, he paused for a moment, and suddenly left without saying a word.

The whole process revealed a sense of inexplicable confusion and'what are you doing?'

It's weird.

To be cautious, Amelia hesitated for a moment, but chose to turn around and go home to avoid any accident.

Before leaving, she glanced at the young man who was still sitting at the door.

He lowered Qingjun’s face, his eyes fixed on the movements of his hands, and he kept sifting through the weeds with muddy water that he didn’t know where he picked them from, as if he would let food a few times. Become more like.

Amelia touched her hand under her sleeve, found the purse, and took out a few gold coins.Quietly made a gesture.

A little golden light flashed, lying quietly under the layers of weeds.

On the other hand, Jason, who was forcibly dragged away, finally stopped after walking for nearly half of the city. He breathed a low breath, felt the frightening breath disappear, and shook his hands and opened his hood.

That handsome face was already full of tears.

Oh lord!Even if the saint has betrayed you, do you still choose to protect her?

What kind of deep love is this ah ooh.

Jason was sad for his god, and couldn't help but shed tears.

Tears quietly flowed all over the face.jpg

He clenched his fists and vowed to let his god get what he wanted.

Isn't it a saint?He tried his best to make her change her mind, what bright god, bah!It can't compare with the glory of our Lord at all.

The saint will see clearly one day, who she really loves!

Back at the temple, Amelia didn't pay attention to the people behind her, and just followed, she didn't know.

There is no one in the room.

Amelia was fine, so she simply found the flowers that she had picked before, sorted them according to their colors, crushed them and squeezed out the juice carefully, and found rows of small white jade bottles to arrange.

She used to like to make handicrafts. The rise of making at this moment has gradually forgotten the sight of her whole body. At first, she was serious about squeezing juice by herself. Later, she didn’t know when she was handed over all the tools gradually. Don't lift it, just take it...?

Amelia was startled and turned to look.

A dark tentacles greeted her shyly.

"It's you? Little Horn?"

The little horn is the name Amelia used for the tentacles.The word tentacles is still a little bit...so emotional, she couldn't say it, so she simply named it.

The little horn made a chuckle, and the pointed tentacles eagerly increased the force of the petals.

"He asked you to come?" Amelia asked.

Little Horn: "."

"Where is the man?"

"Jiji."

Amelia knows, this is to leave a pet to watch her, and ran away by herself.

Xiao Jiao is really obedient and hardworking. Not only did she help her make the juice, but she also washed the clothes. She cleaned the room diligently, and was so tired that she gasped.

"?" It dragged a silver chain from under the bed.

Amelia took a look.It was the necklace pendant that she used to conceal the godhead, the godhead inlaid on it had long been broken, leaving only a faint mark.

Since the return of the sun, the gods sent people to clean up the mess, and the carriage they left behind when they left was also brought back. This broken pendant fell on the carpet. After Amelia got it, she stuffed it easily. I don’t know when it will fall. It's under the bed.

Little Horn pointed to the pendant, gestured as if there was something to tell her.

Amelia: "Huh? What are you going to say?"

The little horn squeaked for a while, and for a long time he couldn't express himself clearly. He was anxious and went around in circles. After a while, he lowered his head and bit the tip of his tentacles.

Amelia who didn't have time to stop:?

The purple blood flowed down, without blinking her eyes in Little Horn, she stretched out the tip of another intact hand and wiped the blood on her eyes.

Amelia:??Wait……

Before she could finish her words, she fell into a dream.

Why is it a dream?Because she saw herself in the past.

Everything seemed to be seen from the eyes of the little horn, the angle of view was very low, peeking up from the ground, the familiar carriage carriage, the sleeping girl on the bench, and the deity who crushed the godhead without expression.

This was a period of time that Amelia had not been able to experience. When she woke up from her lethargy, the god was gone.

She saw the Dark God standing in place for a long, long time, looked around slowly as if she had been asleep for hundreds of years, and finally landed on the girl who slept with her back to him and stopped.

Amelia held her breath.

The god watched for a few seconds, walked over, squeezed the girl's neck with one hand, twisted it, and snapped it off.

……broken.

broken??

Amelia: Ah!!!!!

She clutched her neck in horror, and fumbled up and down to make sure it was still straight, intact, and tremblingly relieved.

On the other hand, the god paused after twisting it, his eyes were a little stiff, as if he was thinking. He put his hand under the girl's nose and went back and forth to detect her disappearing breath, twisting his eyebrows, his complexion getting deeper and deeper.

Amelia was not there and couldn't feel the atmosphere at the time, but she knew that the god's aura must be terrifying at that time, because the angle of view was trembling because of the shaking of the little horn.

After a while, the god helped her up with her neck again. After a messy operation, the girl gasped and resumed her breathing.

Amelia: What are you doing!Killing me and saving me, so idle?

The god obviously didn't know the answer to this question. He looked down at the palm of his hand, opened and closed a few times, a little doubt appeared in his cold and merciless pupils.

But he didn't stay here long, and quickly withdrew his hand, instantly disappearing in place.

The picture ends here.

At the moment when the angle of view disappeared, Amelia saw herself turning around, her cheeks sleeping a little red, and she snorted unconsciously.

She didn't know anything, and fell asleep happily.

At that moment, Amelia was a little envious of her.

At the same time, deep in the temple.

In the dead of night, the misty moonlight slowly merged into the ground.

Julie was wearing a gorgeous and sexy tunic long dress, and her long golden curly hair fell down with moisture, wet her white cheeks.

She stepped up the steps and entered the depths of the palace, a place that was never open to her.

All the way was unimpeded, all the doors and corridors were open unsuspectingly, and the site guarded like a beast was let in and out of the rabbit that suddenly broke in.

The god knew she was coming.

And He welcomes her.

Realizing this, Julie was ecstatic, carrying her thick and gorgeous skirt, her face flushed, and she walked down the corridor to find the trace of the gods.

Following the spiraling stairs, she finally found the slender figure.

"My god, Julie, your loyal believer, greet you." Julie deliberately straightened her chest, poked up her butt, and made a kneeling posture that best highlighted her figure.

The god turned her back, and she couldn't see his look and face clearly, and could only see the white hair falling down like flowing water, winding in the corners of the black robe.

Julie has never seen the true face of the gods, but has heard that the hair of the god of light is as light as white, and it is the warmest existence in the world, but these white hairs in front of them are a bit...cold?

Julie shivered, and an invisible chill rushed all over her body. She only felt that the temperature was too low at night, so she gave her these illusions.So she said nothing, and knelt down softly.

No one responded for a long time.

Julie was quiet for a moment, and couldn't help but secretly raised her eyes and glanced.

The god didn't look back at her, but fixedly gazing at a certain place below, with very focused eyes.

What makes the gods look so attentive?

Julie didn't hold back her curiosity, straightened up a little, and took a look at the gods.

It was a familiar palace, and there were a few pots of small flowers at the door, white with tender petals.

It is the palace of the Queen of God.

He has been standing here for so long, just staring at the residence of the Queen of God in a daze?

Do not!

This is impossible!!

Julie bit her lip in disbelief and kept comforting herself in her heart. The god loves her and treats her differently. As long as she sees her, the god will definitely forget that humble woman.

Yes, just see her.

"My god, Julie...come to serve you."

Julie stepped forward regardless of his knees, suppressing the trembling heartbeat, and humbled down to kiss the corner of his robe.

The faint smell poured into the nose.

Julie's cheeks were redder, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

... She didn't kiss him.

Because at that moment, a golden light flashed, before Julie could look up, she felt her body lighten, and something seemed to disappear.

Splashes of blood.

The last thing Julie saw was her headless corpse and the pool of red blood.

The god killed her mercilessly.

The white soul light dangled and flew, falling in the slender palm.

The god finally looked down at her at this time, pinching the soul light spot with his fingertips, ignoring the faintly faint crying cry of the female in despair: "My god, why did you kill me? Did Julie do something wrong? ?......"

He just wondered helplessly, how long will the saint be angry?