Taming the Dark Lord

Chapter 19

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No, why fat four!

Harvey hurriedly went to look at the little black face again, thinking in another way, he was so severely beaten on the head, even if it was done by his mother who had already left, Harvey would not agree!

This little black face is so powerful, he should have the same pride of being strong like it, right

Harvey looked over with the little expectation of a girl, and it even thought of the woman whose limbs were broken and begging for mercy just like him.

However, what it saw shocked its jaw.

I saw the little black face with a pale face, and angrily broke away from the woman's hand holding his ear, and said something that Harvey couldn't understand, such as 'map', 'do not know the way', and 'you did it on purpose'.

Although the words were very powerful and the expression was fierce and terrifying, but there was no movement of beating back, the light whip was not taken out, and the black thing was not taken out either.

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Where did you beat me up before

This pair of dogs and men!

Harvey jumped up angrily.

Anger washed away what little sanity it had.

At this time, it didn't think of how the girl easily beheaded it, and how the little black face whipped it away. Harvey rushed towards the two of them with so much hatred and grief.

"Pfft!"

The light whip shattered the ugly green head at will, threw off the dirty blood, and burrowed back into the master's slender fingers like a snake.

The light whip looks like Alfonso's meridians, extending from the fingertips, extremely strong and extremely flexible, it is a difficult weapon.

Amelia withdrew her gaze and continued to press her waist to ask, "What are you doing here? Are you sneaking around, are you trying to attack me?"

Alfonso sneered, turned and walked away without looking back, to show his disdainful attitude.

This woman is really contrived.

Obviously he deliberately found a complicated terrain to throw him away, but now he leaned over with an innocent face and said: You haven't left yet.

Who can get out of this kind of place? If she didn't want to let him go, she came up with this method to make him give up. This woman was indeed extremely sinister, and he was right at first.

With some inexplicable pride, Alfonso sat back under the shade of the tree, his back straightened, and he stared fixedly ahead.

The rustle of someone walking on fallen leaves.

The voice gradually approached and extended behind him.

The dark elf tensed his nerves.

A white and delicate hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, the girl leaned down, her soft blond hair scattered with fragrance: "Don't move."

Alfonso:

Not only did the girl not explain, but she leaned closer and covered his mouth with one hand, his astonishment was reflected in the blue pupils.

"Shh, they're coming." Amelia looked at the cautiously approaching crowd from a distance through the hedge, and pushed down the slender and tall elf with her backhand, and whispered: "You are not allowed to come out, and you are not allowed to make trouble. Make a move, be quiet."

Not far away, Rita hugged the crying little boy and shouted, "Amelia, where are you? Are you all right? Are you injured?"

Debra frowned and said, "Is nothing wrong?"

Rita said confidently: "No, Amelia is very strong, how could something happen."

Debra curled her lips, casually glanced at the distant jungle, and suddenly stopped.

The girl parted the branches and walked out with her wand in hand: "I'm fine, the ogre has been killed."

Debra: "Where's the body?"

Amelia scratched her face in embarrassment: "I broke it."

Everyone's eyes suddenly became awed.

Rita couldn't help saying: "Amazing."

Debra snorted: "You finally let go of your useless kindness."

Amelia let out a laugh, and changed the subject with a guilty conscience: "Is this kid okay, where did he come from?"

"He couldn't explain clearly. He only said that he lived in the forest." Rita touched the boy's head distressedly: "How can there be people living in this kind of forest? I think he was scared out of his wits."

Amelia: "Just in case, let's take a look in the direction he pointed. Send the child back first, and then go to find the witch's residence, how about?"

As she said this, she felt nervous like a string was hanging in her heart. That guy Alfonso has always been disobedient, and he doesn't know how long he can lie down peacefully. He has to take these people away quickly.

However, the more anxious she was, the more people would make trouble.

Rita suddenly yelled and took a step back, "Amelia, the bushes behind you moved."

Everyone was startled, and they drew their swords and aimed at the bushes.

"Don't move!" Amelia stood in front of everyone obliged: "I'll go and have a look."

In the towering bushes, the dark elf lay lazily on his back among the fallen leaves, his bloody eyes half-covered, glowing strangely and ominously under the shadow of the sun.

Even if this guy is simply lying down, he can still feel the creepy aura, which makes people dare not stand higher than him.

Amelia paused.

Hearing the movement, the dark elf opened his eyes and glanced over.

He might not be in a very good mood. Looking at it this way, Amelia had the urge to kneel down.

Is he... pissed off

Amelia hesitated for a moment, squatted down, and touched the elf's moonlight-like hair under the cover of the bushes.

"What's the matter, why are you suddenly angry? I'll come to you when they're not around, okay?"

Amelia coaxed in a low voice, and the light and soft silver hair slid through her fingertips. Her skin was very fair, but this hair was whiter than her skin, with a transparent texture and a luster like jade.

Alfonso's dark complexion was touched, and he glanced at her benevolently, beckoning her to continue.

Amelia regained her spirits, and said persistently: "I forgot to give you the map. I was not careful enough to cause you to stay alone in the forest for so long. I will definitely make it up to you. Don't talk to me just yet. Are you angry?"

Amelia has mastered the skill of acting like a baby without a teacher, and the effect is very good.

The elf was taken aback for a moment, looked up at her, then turned around in disgust, her silver hair cascading down, revealing her long ears with a slight blush.

It's really not easy to see the blush.

Amelia worked very hard to see the little bit of red on the elf's honey-colored skin.

It's like cherry jam on chocolate, unobtrusive, but mouth-watering, and I can't help but want to taste it.

Amelia worked hard to pull her eyes out of her long ears, tapped the elf's shoulder with her finger, and whispered, "I'll take it as your agreement if you don't speak? I should come to you tomorrow when I have time."

The elf ignored her.

Amelia got it.

Any ferocious beast that is easily pacified by its fur should feel a little bit ashamed of being tamed.

At such a time, they should be allowed to figure it out by themselves, and disturbing them will only add fuel to the fire and make them even more annoyed.

Amelia straightened up and exited the jungle, and said to the people waiting outside: "It's nothing, it's just an ordinary little animal, its parents should still be here, let's not stay here anymore, let's leave now."

Everyone did not object.

When leaving this area, Amelia made a mark on the tree trunk so that it would be easy to find when she came tomorrow.

There was silence in the noisy jungle.

After a while, a sneaky tentacle popped out, showing its sharp teeth, and strengthened the marks on the trunk.

Amelia and her group walked in the direction pointed by the little boy, and found a small wooden house not far away.

The wooden house is exquisite and small, and there are a large string of dried salted fish and wild vegetables hanging on the outer wall.

Various crops were planted in the reclaimed land in front of the house, and a muddy hoe was placed sideways, as if someone was working halfway and suddenly went out.

"There are really people living here?" Rita was dumbfounded. "Aren't they afraid of death? There are so many beasts and monsters here."

Debra also raised her eyebrows suspiciously: "Be careful, it might be a witch's trap."

Everyone stood in front of this ordinary private house, not daring to go in for a while. The little boy in Rita's arms cried and shouted to go in to find his sister. Mouth.

"Who are you?"

At this time, a young girl's voice suddenly came from behind.

Everyone turned their heads, and in front of them was a plainly dressed peasant woman, with dirt on her beautiful cheeks, holding a lot of wild fruits in her arms, and tilted her head to look at them suspiciously.

Just as the peasant woman was speaking, a strand of bright red hair fell out of her kerchief.

Rita opened her eyes wide and pointed at her: "Witch! It's the one who escaped!"

At the same time, the little boy in her arms burst into tears and stretched out his arms like lotus joints and asked the peasant woman for a hug: "Sister, they bullied me!"