"Okay." The voice was cold and impatient.
"Okay..." Amelia reluctantly let go of her sharp ears. It's hard to imagine that a person with such a cold and fierce appearance has such soft parts.
Just like no matter how ferocious a beast is, it must have a soft and fufu white belly, which will never be shown to the outside world, and is cherished and hidden under the fangs and claws.
The parts that can't be touched are particularly touching.
With a dark face, Alfonso pulled down Amelia, who was still holding on to the tree trunk, and stood on the grass.
"What's so good to touch." He wiped away the water on the tips of his ears in disgust.
This straight man of steel doesn't understand the beauty of human ears at all.
Amelia rolled her eyes.
Although it's only been a few days, but she's used to having intercourse with elves occasionally, sometimes in a corner where no one is around, sometimes in a quiet night, like having an affair, but there is no word 'love'.
She doesn't know what kind of relationship they have now. Alfonso didn't say anything, and she didn't bother to ask, holding a mentality of carpe bliss, living and cherishing, even if she is going to die, she should take it with a happy mood .
Amelia has experienced a lot from the beginning when she was full of desire to survive, to the current equal death.
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Someone in the convoy called her from a distance, and Amelia waved to him and walked back the way she had come.
The girl's back gradually disappeared among the foliage.
Alfonso leaned on the thick trunk, bent his slender fingers, and dragged out a shivering man from the bushes.
The man knelt on the ground, his black clothes were stained with dust, the sun shone on his dull complexion, and his messy white hair fell loose.
This is the real dark elf.
If Amelia had seen him, or other dark elves, she would never associate Alfonso with such a race.
The difference between them is like fish eyes and pearls, even if they have the same dark skin and white hair, exquisite imitations, inferior imitations cannot match the brilliance of the true master.
Alfonso looked down at him, thinking almost indifferently in his heart, did that woman treat him as such an inferior species before.
It seemed that those beautiful blue eyes were blind.
The dark elf Jason trembled, his voice hoarse with fear: "...My Lord."
Jason had already confirmed the identity of the person in front of him when he was suppressed and unable to move in the jungle. He was one of the strongest in the world, and there was only one possibility for someone who could easily defeat him and possess such an appearance.
He is the God of Darkness.
The legendary dark god who has not appeared in front of people for nearly ten thousand years!
Why does he appear here? Kissing a saint of the Light God Religion? Why did he disappear for so long without appearing
Many questions hovered in Jason's mind, but he didn't dare to ask them, and the proud gods didn't bother to explain them to him.
Alfonso just glanced at him from under his eyelids, and said briefly: "Who are you?"
Those two short words made Jason feel like he was struck by lightning.
The Dark God was speaking to him.
The gods he has revered for so long are speaking to him.
Also ask who he is!
Jason was frightened and joyful at the same time, his brain was in a mess, and he didn't know what to say: "I am...I..."
Who am I
Before he could say anything, the irascible god became impatient. He looked out of the forest, briefly and rudely pulled a thread of fate, and flipped through Jason's memory.
"Oh, so it's you." Alfonso glanced at a nameplate worn by Jason on his chest, engraved with some mysterious and unknown runes.
In the bits of memory he recovered, it seemed that the organization marked by this symbol had been providing him with a steady stream of faith.
... Although Alfonso doesn't know where these believers came from, it's still useful for now.
"Get all these things and deliver them within three days." Alfonso casually threw away the golden thread that he twisted into a ball.
A large number of material names appeared in Jason's mind. His face was pale, and he was still suffering from the trembling of his soul, but he immediately bent down on conditioned reflex, and said respectfully, "I will follow your wishes."
Amelia returned to the carriage, looked around for no one, closed the door cautiously, unbuttoned her clothes, and took out a beautifully decorated pendant from the inside pocket.
The pendant is decorated with gold and silver, and is carved with complicated flowers. The gemstone in the center is the size of a little finger, slender and prismatic, filled with an intoxicating blue color.
This is the Godhead of the God of Light, made into a pendant by her.
She woke up from her sleep that day and learned that she would be taken away by the God of Light. In a panic, she forgot to tell Alfonso about the existence of this godhead.
Now the godhead is hanging down on her chest, and Amelia can feel an astonishing amount of beliefs slowly flowing in it.
Alfonso must not be allowed to see it.
For some reason, Amelia has such an intuition that if Alfonso sees this godhead, things will develop in the direction she least wants to see.
It may be because her body has been slightly assimilated by the power of faith. Recently, she has frequently had strange and accurate premonitions.
Like... Alfonso is outside the carriage door right now.
!
Amelia's heart skipped a beat, she hurriedly stuffed the pendant back, and when she was buttoning her clothes, the door was pushed open.
A piece of snow-greasy skin like undulating mountains appeared in the sun.
Alfonso paused when he opened the door, and then walked in naturally, sitting opposite the girl like a gentleman.
"Why didn't you knock on the door?" Amelia pulled on her clothes and glared at him by the way.
Alfonso didn't answer, and suddenly leaned over and grabbed her wrist, frowning: "What is this?"
Amelia thought that the godhead had been discovered, and was taken aback. She followed his gaze and found that he was referring to a faint golden mark on her shoulder.
"?" She reached out and wiped it suspiciously, her skin turned red, and the gold marks were still condensed on her skin, as if they had grown out of the body.
"Not yesterday?" Amelia panicked. She scratched hard with her nails, leaving a few traces of blood, and the red blood flowed out in a thin line.
However, within this blood line, there seemed to be a golden luster.
The God of Light's corruption of her has deepened.
Amelia realized this in a trance, perhaps the day when her whole body turned golden was the moment when the God of Light woke up again.
It was also the moment of her death.
At the same time, Amelia's nails were still scratching the skin nervously, as if she didn't realize the pain, the more she scratched, the harder she scratched.
"Stop scratching." Alfonso grabbed her wrist.
His eyes were deep, as if a storm had condensed in them, and his face was so horrifying that Amelia dared not look at it.
Alfonso paused for a moment, then suddenly leaned over, the cold breath approached his shoulders, causing goose bumps.
"Wait, wait, what are you doing...?"
Amelia gasped in surprise, the soft tip of her tongue lingered on her skin, the contrast between bright red and white tenderness seemed dazzling and ambiguous in her vision.
Alfonso licked her blood seriously, it was a little sweet, a little smelly, and had a strong bright breath. He frowned in disgust, but still rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed her blood.
This, this, this...! ! !
Amelia's cheeks became hot, and she stared at the blood on the god's lips that was sucked in by the tip of her red tongue. Her sharp eyebrows and eyes drooped, and she looked almost intently at her half-naked shoulders.
His appearance is so astringent that it cannot be described in detail.
Too, too flirtatious, oh my god, why suddenly... Amelia felt so hot all over her body and her throat and hair were dry in the cool autumn.
The moist touch is still coming.
Although the extremely irritating picture disappeared from the field of vision, the tactile sensation was amplified even more.
Alfonso seemed to have painted something on it, and spread it evenly, it was sticky and itchy.
After the itching, there was a surge of pain.
It was as if the skin was lifted and the meridians were taken away. Amelia lost her charming thoughts for a moment, tears came out, and she choked up and hugged the god's neck.
"it hurts… "
"Turn your face around."
The god responded, and his cold breath moved upwards along the shoulders, following the perfect shoulder and neck line, the girl's face was forcibly turned around, her lips were pressed, and the salty liquid entered.
'… What? '
Amelia only had time to have some vague consciousness before she was forced to swallow the transported liquid.
The pain flooded her brain like a surging sea wave, she struggled to shed tears, and someone kept holding her shoulders to prevent her from falling limp to the ground.
But as the liquid flowed from the esophagus into the stomach, a cold sensation suddenly surged from the abdomen, quickly flooding the whole body, suppressing the piercing pain.
The stabbing pain gradually disappeared.
Amelia finally stopped choking and fell into a coma comfortably
...
Alfonso wiped the blood from the corner of his lips expressionlessly.
The girl was lying on his lap, breathing deeply, a bit of fair skin was exposed in the messy and scattered clothes, smeared with golden blood.
The God of Light began to get impatient.
He noticed that the resurrection was blocked by people, and he anxiously wanted to wake up and destroy all the rude people who dared to offend the gods.
The speed at which he eroded Amelia's soul accelerated, much faster than Alfonso estimated.
Alfonso grabbed from the air, grabbed a thread of fate, and said to the end of the thread in a cold voice: "Send it immediately, without delay."
There was a frightened reply from the other end of the line.
Endless anger rolled in Alfonso's heart. He could flip through other people's memories and dominate other people's lives at will, but he couldn't see his own past.
If the memory could be restored, this little trick of the Guangming dog thief would never have been delayed for such a long time.
This is simply a provocation to him.
The temperature in the cabin dropped sharply.
Amelia, who was in a coma, seemed to feel a little cold. She groaned a few times, pulled up the corner of his sleeve and covered her face, coquettishly like a little animal.
Alfonso glanced down at her, his frost-like pupils warmed up a little, and he drew a thin quilt to cover her body, and the four corners automatically flattened, tightly enveloping the girl.
Feeling the warmth, Amelia snored comfortably, turned around and continued to sleep.
At this moment, a glowing object suddenly fell from among the messy clothes.
"Da da da."
It bounced on the ground and landed not far away.
Alfonso glanced at it casually, and his eyes fell on the gemstone that exuded the shining blue light.