At the empty street corner, the cold wind rolled up the drifting pieces of paper and spun them on the blood-clotted ground.
The slender and tall black figure stood not far away, he closed his eyes slightly, his ears trembled, and countless small voices came together, twisted into a small rope, and spun around the elf's ears.
There was no sign of her.
The familiar stench that had been lingering around him was gone.
An inexplicable emotion surged up, the elf stood for a while, his eyes were dark, his body was as stiff as a sculpture, the tentacles came from afar, and he timidly dared not come forward, lying on the ground trembling.
Hey, the master is so scary.
"Get over here." The elf's voice was cold, and his tentacles trembled from the cold. He thought his master was calling him, so he didn't dare to delay. He rolled and crawled, and was suddenly squeezed halfway through the roll.
The black book, which had been quietly huddled in the corner like a chicken, jumped up like a stimulant, using two pages of the bookcase as legs, alternately running fast on the ground, squeezing its tentacles, and flatteringly approached the elf.
— This respected and great **, what are your orders? (a cheering kaomoji)
Alfonso's face was so cold that it was about to freeze, he squatted down, touched the small footprints on the ground with his slender fingertips, and touched the familiar smell that remained, he asked, "Where is the person?"
Black Book spun happily.
— After you left, the Holy Maiden sat on the ground for a while, first resting her chin with one hand and sighing, then lowered her head in thought, occasionally looking up at the sky...
The flying ink characters appeared on the pages of the book, and the speed was very fast, as if to tell the details of what happened after the elf left.
Alfonso impatiently crushed the cover of the black book: "Tell me, where is it?"
— Oh, so great and unbearable is the dust of even the feet of grown-ups...
A line of writing quickly appeared in the black book, and soon the ink dissipated, and then condensed into a moving map, with a small black dot at the end, moving quickly in a certain direction.
Alfonso picked up the black book, identified the direction pointed by the map, the magic power under his feet was running, stepped on the air, and rushed to the black spot at a fast speed.
Tentacles still on the ground before getting on the car: Squeak! !
Amelia had a sweet dream. In the dream, she seemed to have returned to the modern age of her previous life, shopping leisurely on the street, holding milk tea in one hand, and eating a hamburger in the other, feeling extremely refreshed.
In this world where white bread is the only staple food, how happy it is to be able to drink milk tea.
She was thinking that it would be great to finally come back from that terrifying Western Fantasy world, when her back suddenly felt cold, and a familiar breath enveloped her. She looked up tremblingly, a black face like a ghost looked down at her, and smiled coldly.
The elf pinched her neck with one hand, pressed her fingertips to her throat, and exhaled a cold breath in her ear: "Where do you want to go?"
Amelia woke up with a fright.
Above the head is a dilapidated golden dome. It can be seen that the carvings are exquisite and costly, but the dust has covered the soft and beautiful female faces on the murals, and only the white wings behind them can be vaguely seen.
Where is this
Amelia didn't react for a while, and turned around with some misty blue eyes, and caught a smiling face, looking down at her from a high position.
Amelia gasped loudly.
"Are you awake? You can really sleep." There was some exclamation in Guang's voice, the sunlight refracted from the dilapidated dome, covering him with a layer of soft light, making him look more illusory and unreal.
And this beautiful unidentified humanoid creature, with a smile on its lips, and its cold golden pupils looked at her motionlessly like a predator locking on its prey.
Amelia swallowed, "You... what's going on?"
Her eyeballs rolled upwards, what looked like a roll, but was actually trying to see what the light was doing on her forehead.
Bursts of numb itching came from the forehead, like the touch of a brush, fluffy and damp, circling back and forth.
Could it be that she painted a villain on her face? ! !
Amelia's expression cracked.
Bai/Elf was amused by her expression, the coldness of the golden pupils dispelled, and the big beauty carved from snow jade leaned forward and back together with a smile, slightly raised his right hand, and finally let Amelia see clearly what he was holding in his hand.
It was really a pen, with a golden unidentified liquid on the tip.
"What do you want to do?" Amelia tried her best to calm down and negotiate calmly.
But the next light's actions made her lose control of her expression control again.
The beauty stretched out her slender fingers to touch the back of her head, lifted her head up with a little force, then lifted it up and put it on... her lap.
thigh.
Amelia: w(oДo)w
Bai/Elf was amused by her again, she pursed her lips to suppress the smile, and the tip of the pen returned to the girl's forehead, sketching something.
Great beauty's lap pillow.
Amelia, who experienced this feeling again, did not have the same heartbeat as last time.
In other words, her heartbeat was indeed fast, not because of being teased, but because of the heat.
The hot temperature was rolling in, burning her skin through a layer of fabric. Amelia was so hot that the tip of her nose was sweating, and her heart was so hot that she thought she was lying on the asphalt road in summer.
It was so hot, even hotter than the last time a finger accidentally touched the light.
In just a few breaths, Amelia already felt thirsty. She pursed her lips, and the dry and cracked lips touched each other, and there was a dry pain.
"Is it very hot? Sorry, I can't control it now." Guang continued to write slowly, saying sorry, but Amelia didn't see a trace of apology in his eyes.
Amelia asked, "Are you going to die?"
The nib paused.
Guang lowered his eyelashes and looked at her with unclear meaning: "It's really impolite, you should use the word "fallen" to gods."
He didn't deny it.
So he was literally dying.
As if she had received some kind of affirmative reply, Amelia relaxed her tense expression, pressed the corners of her raised lips, and closed her eyes to hide her mood.
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"You left me here just to find out about this, right?" The tip of the pen gradually slid down the peak of the eyebrow, tapped at the root of the mountain, and drew a small circle.
Amelia shuddered with an itch, but said nothing.
Guang didn't care, and laughed a few times to himself: "If you had tortured me a long time ago, maybe I wouldn't have lasted until the moment when I recovered my memory. You can kill gods without any effort, but it's a pity that everything is gone now." It's too late, remember next time, don't be soft-hearted towards tools."
With that being said, do you want me to give you a soldering iron to be happy
Amelia curled her lips, she was too lazy to struggle, and she couldn't fight anyway, and struggling was useless.
Alfonso will definitely come to rescue her, Amelia never doubted this, what she was struggling with was whether he could beat the whole thing
After all, it is a powerful god who has ruled the world for thousands of years. Even if it is about to fall due to unknown reasons, it is impossible for a weak chicken to fall down in one blow. The struggle of the beast before death is the most fatal blow.
Come on slowly.
Amelia thought, come back after the light is dead, so as not to get hurt.
"Okay." At this time, Guang suddenly said, the tip of the pen stopped, and he put it aside casually.
He embraced the girl's shoulders, and helped Amelia, who was paralyzed and unable to move, turned into a mercury mirror in his right hand, reflecting the girl's fair cheeks.
"Look, does it look good?" Guang smiled lightly, with one arm around the girl's shoulders, the two of them were very close, the golden hair was burned by the scorching heat, and there was almost a clear and audible creaking sound.
He tapped the girl's shoulder with his chin to remind her to concentrate.
Amelia glanced at his words, and her familiar facial features were reflected in the mirror. On the forehead, there were complex and quiet patterns drawn, like a gear, lifelike, like a living thing.
"What do you want to do?" She felt the magic power slowly flowing on the pattern, and Guang obviously didn't feel interested, so she drew a graffiti on her casually.
There must be something to this pattern.
On the lower half of his face that was illuminated by the mirror, the corners of his lips curled up and slowly opened and closed, as if to say something, but Amelia didn't hear clearly at all. Her breathing was stagnant, her eyes were wide open, and her eyes were focused on a black figure that appeared under the mirror.
Here it comes, here it comes.
But their pose...
Amelia moved her fingers again, trying to break free from the hot embrace, but her body seemed to be paralyzed without any response.
She stared hard for a long time, but soon gave up in despair, closed her eyes, and tried to pretend that she was not there.
What is it like to be seen by a jealous domestic cat in close contact with other cats
Amelia shivered and shrank into a small ball, trying to get out of the freezing murderous aura.
"Pfft!"
Light was stabbed in the heart again.
Alfonso casually threw away the black book that had been trampled to the point where it was covered in ashes. The light whip gushing out from the tip of his right finger kept crushing his heart, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "I want to die."
Before the divine blood flowed down, Hikaru let go of his hand, and Amelia fell down with a plop, and was caught by tentacles that slipped over at no time, and was quietly transported behind Alfonso.
I'll clean you up later.
Amelia read these words from the dark elf's eyes, and without daring to speak, she was sent straight outside the temple, surrounded by a dozen tentacles, protecting her firmly.
Yes, the temple.
After coming out, Amelia realized that this was actually a temple that had been abandoned for a long time. Judging from the decoration and golden patterns, it should be the temple of the God of Light himself, but it was abandoned for some reason, and it was very dilapidated.
Amelia lay on the ground with blank eyes, and there were constant explosions in the distance. The temple was blasted into several large holes, and a few wisps of dust fell from the weak pillars, shaking them.
"Boom!"
There was another burst of earth-shaking explosions.
The red magma flowed down the floor tiles little by little, making a sizzling sound.
The tentacles wrapped around Amelia's waist, and dragged her back a few hundred meters. Only the collapsed temple and two figures standing in mid-air could be seen from a distance.
The red magma flowed from the black figure.
Looks great. Amelia breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the white figure suddenly spoke, his clear voice with a smile was clearly audible even from such a distance: "I heard that you even forgot who you are?"
"I tell you."
"You are the God of Darkness, the most evil and evil god born from heaven and earth."
"What kind of dark elf, thank you for thinking of it." The ridicule in Guang's voice was very obvious.
Amelia from a hundred miles away: …
Sensing the gaze cast by the black figure, she decisively closed her eyes, tilted her head, and drooped heavily.
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