Taming the Dark Lord

Amelia raised her eyebrows, held a corner of the doll, and looked closely.

"what?"

"Huh."

"What's the relationship with Alfonso?"

"Huh."

"Can only say this sentence?"

"Huh."

"..."

Seeing the more and more tears in the eyes of Doudou, Amelia took a breath, reduced her expression, and said helplessly: "I don't hate you, don't cry, come, I will wipe your tears."

Really, the little gadgets that were taken out from, were stuffed into her without making it clear.

Amelia has a small temper, especially trying to beat people, especially a certain dark-skinned elf.But looking at the little doll that was sobbing sobbing and couldn't bear to scold it, he had to take out a handkerchief and wipe the tears from his face.

"Okay, don't cry."

Looking closely at those eyes that became soggy after being soaked in water, they were as beautiful as her favorite ruby, their wing-like eyelashes trembled, and the eyeballs glanced at her timidly and reluctantly.

Amelia: "...!"

Not to mention, Alfonso's face looked pretty when he cried.

Others are pear blossoms with rain, it is rainstorm pear blossoms, fierce and pitiful.

Amelia couldn't help being softened, and her voice softened a lot.

The fingertips are real water droplets.

I don't know what Alfonso did. Apart from being speechless, this little doll looks and moves like a real person, even tears are real.

"Hey." The doll wiped away tears, hugged Amelia's fingers, and sprinkled with a crying voice.

Amelia grabbed it in the palm of her hand, and the doll slumped reluctantly, letting go of her hands and feet, letting her toss and go to study.

This is amazing, how do you do it?

From Amelia's perception, this is an ordinary doll. If it weren't for seeing its lively movable arms and legs, it would be no different from the children playing on the street.

"I don't know why Alfonso sent you here. It can't be for me, right?"

Amelia didn't know what to do with it. After hesitating for a while, she stuffed the doll into her pocket and sighed helplessly, "Okay, let's take you away first."

This dead ghost, how many things are hiding from her.

The little doll is very obedient. Although she always sobbed a few times, she stayed obediently in her pocket and kept silent.

Only when passing by somewhere, it suddenly moved.

Amelia: "?...what's the matter? Is it uncomfortable?"

She reached in and nodded its forehead.

"Huh."

The doll clung to the soft fingers and chipped, then fumbled around on her body, looking for the softest piece of cloth, and describing what was depicted in the palm of her hand.

Amelia felt the tickling sensation in her hands, and said silently, "...the way."

"What way, road?"

Amelia looked down at the buildings in the Lower Realm. She walked from the sky in the air, and was about to go to the God Realm and knock on the door to trouble Alfonso. The place that happened to be passing by...

Orphanage.

The orphanage in the slum, where she first came to this world.

But Amelia only glanced at the orphanage, then looked away and looked towards the sparsely-traveled road.

She asked: "Are you talking about this?"

"Huh."

The doll seemed to shook his head. Its whole body was lying on her hands, and the rough cloth rubbed her skin when it moved, making it slightly itchy.

This elf is also true, and there is no need for some good cloth.

Amelia had seen it before that the material used to make this doll was the cleaning cloth used by the maid in the temple.The elf probably just pulled a piece of cloth.

The doll lowered his head and continued to write in her hand.

Amelia followed: "...chu, road."

What do you mean?

She was waiting to continue questioning, and suddenly felt a light kiss on the back of her hand.

This kiss is different from the kiss that was meant to be coquettish just now, and it feels a bit more solemn.

Amelia was startled.

The little doll held the face that was like a withdrawal from the producer, but his stiff eyes were softer, and tears kept falling.

I like... I like...

Obviously there is no need to breathe, the little doll took a deep breath. It seems to smell the scents that have been felt in the memory of the producer, light and confusing.

Finally saw it.

'my lover.

Nestled in the hands of his favorite person, the doll fulfilled its mission, and finally made a "heap" like satisfaction, and Hei Doudou's eyes closed.

Why is Alfonso unwilling to spend a little more time looking for better fabrics?

Because it is not necessary.

The doll's mission is to lead Amelia to find somewhere.

If you find it, it's time to go.

When Amelia took out the unresponsive puppet, she yelled a few times, trying to remove its eyelids, and re-exposed those eyes that were always full of tears.

But she quickly realized what had happened.

Amelia was silent for a moment, and put the doll back into her pocket again.

Finding a quiet corner with no one, Amelia fell to the ground from mid-air.Under her feet was the smelly muddy water of the slums, it was difficult for Amelia to control herself not to think about what was mixed in it.

She surreptitiously floated a little bit, controlling the height, preventing others from seeing the clues, and looking around the road.

The doll didn't say much, only said the words'chu and road', which must have been arranged by Alfonso.

I don't know where I learned the habit. I'm so annoyed to talk halfway.

While complaining so in her heart, Amelia still took a serious turn around, because she believed that Alfonso arranged this because she must recognize it.

Road should refer to the road in the general sense. As for the beginning...

Amelia turned around on the road, her eyes returned to the orphanage.

Does it mean here?

She walked over the dilapidated steps and knocked on the wooden door that seemed to fall off with the touch.

It’s been a long time since this orphanage is broken.

After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.Amelia, whose temper was getting worse, raised her eyebrows, broke the lock and pushed the door open.

The wooden door fell to the ground with a creak, stirring up a cloud of dust.

There was no one in the yard, a thick layer of leaves fell on the ground, and a few small dusty toys were indistinctly mixed in it.

There is no one here.

A few leaves were swept in the cool breeze, and there was creepy laughter from the black hole windows.

Amelia paused for a few seconds, then walked back a little bit along the gravel road, her childhood memories clearly revealed before her eyes.

At that time, she had just crossed, and her heart was horrified. Besides, her body was so thin that she could not eat food, she was already utterly ill, and she fell seriously ill as soon as she wore it.

When the mothers who took care of the children saw that she was so ill, they put her aside and let her fend for themselves. For more than a month, she was left alone and there was only a little bit of clear soup without a few grains of rice.

The days went dark.

She didn't know how to survive.

When I finally recovered from the illness, I woke up and found that modern memories have become extremely vague. I can't remember many things from the past. I only remember that she doesn't seem to be a person in this world. But it is also very vague, like looking at past memories through a layer of yarn.

Now walking back into this domed white-walled building, following the memory that slowly became clear like a curtain, Amelia found at the end of the corridor the room she had seen when she first came to another world.

It was dilapidated, and the walls were covered with dense creepers

As soon as she walked in, Amelia smiled.

Found it, the entrance to home.

Three days later, Guangming God taught.

The lecturer in literature and history pushed his glasses, and said carefully: "I see...this thing is not quite right."

Other scholars nodded, "Yes!"

One of them took a sigh of trembling in his hair, and said in a tone: "This thing wants, if it moves, then, then we can..."

He squatted for a long time and didn't come out. Some people couldn't help but continued decisively: "We will die."

"Everyone will die."

"Not only people, but even living creatures."

"This will be an unprecedented disaster."

"My Lord God Empress, I don't know where you...where did you find these stones?"

A bunch of gray-haired old men knelt down, and when they said this, Amelia suddenly realized.

What made her more unacceptable than watching Alfonso die?

She finally understood.

She was wrong before.

Amelia smashed the hard white jade teacup silently into a pool of powder.

——"When you want to open a window on the wall, no one else agrees. But if you say that you lift the roof first, others will agree to open the window."①

Alfonso is her roof, and the others are windows.

She finally understood.

The kneeling people couldn't hear a response for a long time. The daring ones looked up quietly and saw that the sky above the luxurious throne was empty, with only a little dusty powder remaining in the air.

Lord God Empress did not know when she had already left here.

But at this moment, the black water in the God Realm is still gurgling and bubbling, confined to death by the flesh membrane. There is no brain in its mechanical body, let alone an aura of annoyance, just knowing it keeps. Desire for better flesh and blood, higher soul.

——For example, the one sitting on its head is pretty good.

'Evil Thought' drooled, shrank his body into a small ball, stepped back a few steps, and then rushed towards the black back with a mighty force, the cold wind it brought was so sharp that it almost cut through the space.

No creature in the continent can survive such a strong attack.

Alfonso didn’t even look at it. His slender fingers flicked, and the “evil thoughts” came and rolled back. They bounced and hit in the thin but firm fleshy membranes of cicada wings. With dizziness and headache, the gathered body was once dispersed.

Obviously, the dark elves are not as helpless as I said to Amelia before.

Alfonso melted in the dark night, and his long white hair fell like a waterfall, feeling the passing of time every minute.

Obviously, the God Realm is so familiar. He has spent hundreds of billions of years alone. Now that he is accompanied by an idiot, why is it more difficult than before?

It counted the minutes, but unconsciously began to portray the saint's smile, even the little mole under the brows was clearly visible.

The desire to see her. Wang suddenly became stronger than ever.

I want to touch her, really touch that piece of warm skin, want to kiss her, biting her lips and letting her make a few vague whimpers.

It's almost there, three days, seventy-two hours, enough time to leave it.

Alfonso opened his eyes, it can be said that he couldn't wait to knock open the door of God Realm.

Waiting for someone to come.

It does not know.

Only the saint Amelia, who was gentle and affectionate, walked in through the door.

It could also be a fire-breathing dragon.

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①From Lu Xun, adapted