Amelia was breathing in her heart.
The thing that has been hidden for a long time was actually said by Bai/Elf in a simple sentence.
Gan!
Amelia closed her eyes in despair.
The cold and stern eyes like ice skates scratched her body, the tentacles pushed her a few times, and the sticky saliva rubbed against her face. She screamed in her heart, but she still remained motionless, dizzy very seriously.
The tentacles pushed her for a while, but when they couldn't push her, they tremblingly stretched out their noses to touch her, opened their ferocious mouths, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Still alive, not dead.
That gaze retracted.
"It has nothing to do with you." He said, his voice was cold and deep, and Amelia, who was far away, couldn't help but tremble.
I don't know if he believed it or not.
She couldn't help thinking, her long eyelashes trembled, and she looked towards the sky through the gaps in her eyelids.
The gloomy sky was covered, and the darkness and the light occupied each side. In the center, they collided and fought fiercely, bursting out with dazzling light.
The light was so dazzling that Amelia burst into tears as soon as she opened her eyes. She squinted her eyes and couldn't see anything clearly. She could only vaguely see two slender figures.
Her eyes hurt after just one glance, she didn't dare to look any more, and closed her eyes hastily.
The deafening sound of fighting lasted for a long time, both of them were red-eyed, and tried their best, regardless, magma mixed with falling white feathers and fell to the ground.
The earth shook and the mountains shook, the ruins of the palace were ground into powder, immersed in the lava that burned everything, and the seemingly endless forests and trees fell down one by one, the beasts that were farther away were frightened and collapsed, and the creatures that were close to them left one after another. There was no chance, and he died on the spot early.
The tentacle took Amelia, who was still stiff and still unable to move, backed away many times, backed away non-stop, far away from the battlefield.
Amelia had heard about the power of God in the Bible and history books before, but that was just hearsay. After all, the explanation on paper was not as shocking as what she saw with her own eyes. He was also stabbed and wept non-stop.
This is the battlefield of the gods, approaching rashly will only turn into dust under the feet of the gods.
The tentacle found her predicament, even though it was trembling with fear, it stretched out its body as far as possible to surround her, cut off the dazzling light, and plunged into darkness.
I don't know how much time has passed, and before she knew it, Amelia fell asleep. When she woke up again, she saw a white light falling from the gap in the tentacles' huge body.
Like a white feather floating on the surface of the water, he wobbled down, the tiny down feathers spread out and were blown up by the wind in bits and pieces, gathering into a white deer leading straight to the sky.
This is the end.
Guang smiled and closed his eyes, his body disintegrated little by little, turning into the purest light magic particles scattered in the world, he didn't struggle, but sighed deeply.
In the Dharma-ending era, the gods fell.
Even the gods who live high above the clouds cannot escape the fate of extinction.
The light was not willing to disappear like this. After searching for a long time, he finally found a girl named Amelia.
This is an outsider.
At the same time, it is also a ray of life given to him by the world consciousness.
He opened his eyes, and black magic power surged from above, piercing through his body violently, shattering that heart once again.
This time, the heart failed to heal, but spread out along with the body, turning into nothingness.
And you? Dark God, when will you realize where the vitality is
Guang fell with a smile on his face. Although he was a loser, he looked at Alfonso with a condescending smile like a successful person, and he lost consciousness proudly and easily.
The halo completely dissipated.
Amelia was startled, and twitched with severe pain on her forehead. She hissed, and before she could touch her forehead, she saw a black figure falling into the magma.
With honey-colored skin, he stepped barefoot in the fiery red magma, the golden knife pattern glistened in the firelight, thin sweat adhered to his forehead, and a few strands of pale hair stuck to his face.
Looking straight through the blood-red eyes, through the fat body of the tentacles, it seemed to be nailed directly to her body.
Amelia: Whoa! ! !
Amelia closed her eyes in a panic, put her hands together, and put on a posture as if she was lying in a coffin for a long time, listening nervously to the sound of footsteps slowly approaching.
Closer, closer.
Subtle gasps seemed to ring in his ears, Alfonso seemed to have lost a lot of energy, he was a little tired, and his breathing was a little rough.
The footsteps stopped beside him, and the tentacles pulled away from the body, making a rustling sound.
Why is he not moving
Amelia pursed her lips tightly, feeling a shadow covering the top of her head, but he didn't move, just stood looking at her like this, his eyes wandering inch by inch on her face.
No, I can't hold back anymore!
The more Amelia reminded herself not to move, the more she wanted to move, her limbs were uncontrollable, her eyelashes were shaking wildly, she almost opened her eyes in despair, and stopped in time.
How about I wake up with a 'sigh'
Amelia was thinking about this question seriously, and was thinking about what kind of 'wow' would be more natural, when she suddenly felt that black figure leaning down, carrying a gust of cold wind, very close to her face, as if she wanted to touch it. her face.
Amidst the violent heartbeat, the cold fingertips touched her side face, as if brushing the dew between the flowers, wiping away the teardrops remaining on the girl's cheeks, it was instantly parted.
It was so cold that Amelia shivered.
She was a little flustered, and was about to open her eyes, when a force suddenly came from her waist, five powerful fingers tightened around the girl's slender waist, and she picked her up and hugged her in her arms.
As if hugging a piece of black jade that exuded cold air, she couldn't help shivering anymore and opened her eyes.
"What are you doing?" She regained a little mobility, but her hands and feet were still soft, and she placed them weakly on the furry head on her chest, and patted it lightly.
Yes, chest.
This guy actually rubbed on her chest, like an enlarged version of a cat stepping on milk, rubbing all the blood stained on her cheeks on her white skirt.
This is using her as a rag.
Before Amelia could feel the fear and reverence due to the gods, she felt angry first, with a vicious expression, her fingers were weak and grabbed Alfonso's hair, trying to get him up.
"Are you awake?" His voice was full of sarcasm and undiminished murderousness, as if he was questioning, or interrogating the prisoner before he died.
Amelia softened and didn't dare to be angry anymore, she whispered to BB: "Wake up, wake up, I don't remember anything. I didn't see anything."
Alfonso snorted inexplicably, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not. He lifted his hand around the girl's waist, buried it in her neck, and relaxed his whole body to press it up.
It was so heavy that Amelia couldn't support it and fell backwards. Alfonso didn't even struggle, and fell backwards after her. The two lay on the ground with their bodies overlapping.
Amelia shivered with cold.
These two gods, one hot and the other cold, are not something mortals can easily bear. As she thought about it, she suddenly felt a slight movement and looked down.
"What are you smoking?" Amelia narrowed her eyes, feeling like catnip being caught by a cat, and she sucked it as soon as she caught it.
Alfonso: "Stink."
Amelia: "? Then you let me go."
"No." Alfonso's voice finally brought a hint of a smile. mocking laugh.
The kind that makes one's teeth itch.
Or it can be said that the gods have their own talents, and the ability of the dark gods to bring hatred is also first-class.
Amelia raised her eyebrows, her anger overwhelmed her desire to survive, and she was about to bow her head to scold him, but a smear of red flashed across the corner of her eye, and she took a closer look, and saw that it was the unhealed wound on Alfonso's arm, which was still dripping. Tick tock bleeding.
"Why is it still not healed?" She couldn't help holding up that hand with difficulty, and placed her slender fingers casually in her palm. Her skin was flawless, and her skin was like black jade.
It's beautiful, like a work of art.
Alfonso glanced sideways, shook his fingertips, and the wound faded away easily like the color being erased on a painting board.
This is... the power of healing
Amelia was startled at first, then took a closer look, and noticed that the damaged cuff had also been restored, only to realize that it was not the wound that had healed, but that the arm had been returned to the time before the injury.
Dial the time.
This is the realm of the gods.
Amelia pursed her lips, and suddenly felt that her body was extremely heavy. She let go of Alfonso's hand, lay on the ground with her whole body, raised her head, and exhaled lightly.
Alfonso, have you recovered your memory
There should be none. Amelia speculated that otherwise, He would find her to settle accounts immediately and make her pay for those actions that insulted the gods.
But from this moment, it should not be far away.
The sky was still very dark. I don't know how long the fight had been going on, but the dark night hadn't lightened yet.
Amelia looked at the twinkling stars in the night sky, lay down for a while, and suddenly woke up, bouncing like an electric shock: "Where are the materials? Where did the materials go?"
Alfonso casually glanced at the tentacles shrunk aside, and the tentacles twitched to bring up the thing rolled on the sharp point, grinning like a smile.
"Well... thank you."
Amelia was silent for a moment, but she still couldn't persuade herself to pick it up. She tore off a small piece of her skirt, wrapped it in the super disgusting thing, and started looking for the book again: "Where are the books? Where are the books?"
With one move of Alfonso's hand, the black book came out of the corner stack, ran to the girl in a stumbling manner, and spread it out automatically.
The page quickly slid open, and the ink marks gradually appeared.
Alfonso rested his chin on the girl's sunken neck, and lazily followed her to look over.
—Respected and great Beloved of God, what are your orders