The windows inside the palace are bright and clean, and the sun is warm.
Being in such an environment, Amelia felt a heartfelt chill, like a needle-point cold light, filling the entire space with murderous aura.
He... angry
As soon as this awareness was raised, Amelia saw a flash of white light before her eyes before she had time to do anything.
Waist empty.
The purse fell into the hands of the Dark God.
His slender and slender hands burst out with blue veins, and he held the cloth bag tightly with tremendous force, with the ruthless intention to crush the chicken cubs.
"Hey!" Chicken Cub screamed in pain, his head struggled out, his round eyes looked at the god in front of him in his skin, and there was a bright mockery in his eyes.
Haha, black dog, I didn't expect you to have this day. Pretend to be me here and put on a show, but the saint still likes me more.
did you see it? I'm the real one, you're pretending to be your mother here.
"...So it's you." The Dark God shrank his pupils, and He recognized this ugly and bumbling trash.
It turned out to be the God of Light who was turned into a chicken by him.
Turning into this rubbish appearance and daring to snatch things from him, it is really daring and reckless. However, it seems like a good choice to crush him to death in such a humiliating manner.
The dark god's eyes were dark, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his fingers slowly tightened. There was a crackling sound of bones breaking under the palm.
Ji Zaiguang groaned in pain, and also sneered in his heart, turning his head decisively... seeking protection.
"Jiujiujiu..." Chicken Cub made that milky, tender and crispy sound again, looking back with tearful eyes, accusing the Dark God of atrocities against him.
"Wait!" Amelia finally came to her senses, her eyes widened: "You...know each other?"
"You don't know?" The dark god raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a half-smile: "This is..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly remembered that he was still wearing the disguise of the God of Light, clicked his tongue impatiently, threw away the pinched half-dead chicken, and raised the repeatedly used money bag with one hand.
Black and red flames rose without wind, and the tongues of fire licked the fine patterns on the surface of the fabric, and a little bit of black smoke ignited. The money bag and those memories were buried in the hot flames and turned into ashes.
The anger of the Dark God has finally subsided a little. He has a violent personality and strong possessiveness. If something is snatched by others and it is contaminated with a strange smell, He would rather destroy it completely.
As with money bags, so with people.
The dark god looked dangerously at the saint who was kneeling on the ground.
She still didn't know what happened at this time, her eyes were ignorant, and she looked at the screaming chicken on the ground with some pity in her eyes, but she was not as sincere as when she looked at him before.
In the past, the saintess always looked at the dark elves with a smile in her eyes, occasionally tainted with angry fire, but they were very close, like a gentle white flower blooming beside her, and now she looked at the chicken cubs as if separated by a layer The appearance of the thick barrier is very different.
Well, she was still loyal.
The anger of the dark god dissipated immediately, and he glanced at the chicken cub light god with a seemingly calm expression on the surface, but in fact it was very subtle.
Then stretched out his fingers, a golden thread was wrapped around the chicken's neck, and it was hung under the eaves, like a moving wind chime.
"Don't let him down." The Dark God warned. He was a little uncomfortable, facing the saint who still had friendship with him, his mind was a little fuzzy, and he suddenly forgot the torture methods in his mind before.
Amelia nodded silently, her face lowered.
Just don't talk to Him.
The sun was pouring down on the girl's beautiful side face, and a sweet dimple appeared around her pursed lips, which vaguely looked like she was smiling.
The Dark God glanced casually, paused his eyes, and snorted a little angrily after a while, waved his sleeves and left angrily without saying anything.
Amelia breathed a sigh of relief for some unknown reason. She raised her head and looked at the back of the god.
If Alfonso was present, he would definitely be able to see something wrong in her expression.
If Amelia sees the chicken cubs through a barrier, then she sees Alfonso through a mountain.
It's still an iceberg, the kind that won't melt.
After people walked away, Amelia walked up to 'Wind Chime' and poked it on the head, "What's your situation?"
Speech is tired.
Amelia: I told you not to pick things up and come back, look! Sure enough something went wrong.
Chicken Cub let out a dying cry.
Guang was very bitter in his heart, and he was about to succeed in becoming a pet, but who knew that the dog of the Dark God would suddenly appear and ruin His great situation.
Facing the questioning and suspicious eyes of the saint, he froze for a moment, and when he closed his eyes, he simply passed out.
Guang: I don’t know anything, I’m just a weak, helpless and pitiful little chick, Gu Gu.
Amelia: "…"
Eyelids are still shaking, what are you pretending for
Amelia narrowed her eyes and said, "If you don't say yes, then I'll leave you alone. You can hang it here and dry it like a chicken."
What did you say, did you say that I was the God of Light who wanted to take away you? And now approaching you is also to take you away
Guang was not stupid, he simply pretended not to understand, and pretended to be pitiful by whining.
Unlike the arrogant and conceited God of Darkness, the God of Light studied human psychology in depth many years ago in order to gain (deceive) more beliefs. As far as he knows, human women are always softhearted and easy to deceive, especially when it comes to cubs and animals.
He is now a cub and an animal, and he is seriously injured. No matter how hard-hearted the saint is, she should be shaken, right? And they have been together for so long, they must have feelings, the saint will not ignore him.
Hikaru was full of confidence, and looked at the saint's expression through the slits in his eyes.
Seeing the saintess sneer, she turned around neatly and walked out of the palace extremely fast and without any hesitation.
Guang (Erkang hands):! ! wait wait wait!
After that, the god did not appear for several days.
Amelia sent off Debra, who was going to the border, with a smile on her face, and Rita, who was dispatched to the countryside, with a smile on her face. She didn't give up at all, and even smiled happily.
The Dark God frowned more and more as he watched in the dark.
He suddenly found that his evaluation of the saint was wrong. She is not as gentle and kind as she appears on the surface, and she is willing to sacrifice for others. It is almost impossible to use other people to force her to collapse.
Especially when she has no parents, and the only good friends are these few people, she is invincible, has no external weaknesses, and her heart is as strong as iron.
The saint was far more indifferent and unkind than he imagined.
A picture suddenly appeared in front of Alfonso's eyes like a fleeting image.
When he was just picked up, the saint moved a small stool and sat beside his bed, lowering her head and carefully applying ointment for him. Her movements were gentle and careful, even though she suspected that he was not a good person, she still took care of the strange elf she had picked up in an annoyed manner.
Why? Why is it so good to the picked dark elves? Their positions are different, and their identities are opposite. If she is really indifferent, she should take him directly back to the Heresy Trial, and kill the possibility of him recovering his memory, otherwise she would not be in such a situation now.
Why would a saint who is so indifferent to her friends treat him so well
Alfonso couldn't understand it before, but after a long time, he suddenly understood the mood of the saint at that time.
She seemed to really like him.
The kind that I like more than others.
Realizing this, the God of Darkness suddenly wanted to see the expression on the saintess' face when she woke up and found that He was not there.
He stared at the smiling face of the saint for a long time, twirled the fate line with his fingertips, and a short scene appeared in front of his eyes.
In the endless darkness, the saint stood alone in the carriage. It seemed that the breath of divine blood still remained in the small space, but the ruthless god had already waved his sleeves away.
The saint looked at the black book with sarcasm, she gritted her teeth and breathed desperately, suppressing the complicated emotions, her eye circles were still shamefully red and glistening with water.
Those eyes that were always smiling seemed to be shattered, they were torn apart, and the ground was in a mess.
Ah, this is what he has been looking for for a long time, the broken look of the saint.
Next, he should kill her to completely erase her influence on him.
Thinking of this, the Dark God felt his body stiffen, as if he had lost all his strength, his eyes stared at the water in her eyes, and he couldn't look away for a long time.
It was clear that the heart was empty, but there were still continuous and long throbbing pains. This pain is even more unacceptable than the pain of actually crushing the heart.
He wanted to kiss those eyes, put all those broken things back together, even take the initiative to give her ears to bite, anything is fine, as long as it can make her laugh again.
But when he stretched out his hand and touched the emptiness, everything disappeared immediately, replaced by a saint with a perfunctory expression and icy eyes in the distance.
She hadn't smiled at him for a long time.
Not even willing to look up at him.
The God of Darkness looked at her for a long time in silence, and finally admitted unwillingly that He had already been captured by humans. Even though she was small, humble, and weak enough to be knocked down with one finger, she was the human being He despised and hated the most.
What a shameful love this is to the gods, the dark god is ashamed to admit it, but at the moment when he is about to lose it, a sense of panic from nowhere grabs every nerve of him, forcing him to tell the truth.
He has long been deeply fascinated by the saint, unable to extricate himself.
"?" Amelia felt a little hairy all over, and turned her head to look at it. There was no one there, and she turned her head in doubt.
Rita asked her, "What's wrong?"
Amelia shook her head and laughed: "I have inquired for you. The environment there is good. Although it is a little behind, the scenery is very good."
Alas, Amelia would have gone with Rita if it hadn't been for the Pope not to let anyone go. Living in seclusion in the countryside was exactly her goal at the beginning, but she never expected that Rita would finish it before her.
Amelia groaned.
Rita nodded disappointedly. She is an ambitious person, but her identity is flawed, she cannot get a chance for promotion, and she lost an arm, so she can no longer fight for the god religion, so she has to live in the countryside for the rest of her life.
Debra is very happy. Although the border is dangerous, it is also full of opportunities. As long as she can get more military exploits, she can offset her crime of colluding with the presiding judge. This is an opportunity for her.
If you are lucky, you might be able to get a bishop Dangdang. The chief can't count on it, but the bishop is still possible. Debra is full of confidence.
Saying goodbye to the two, Amelia turned and went home. She pushed open the door, a ray of golden sunlight came in, and the god who hadn't seen her for a long time was waiting for her by the window.
He was dressed in the disguise of the God of Light, with long golden hair pouring down like the warm sun, and his silver eyes were as cold as snow that never melted on a high mountain.
Sitting in the sun, the god is as beautiful as a real person, carved out of ice and snow.
"Come back?" Shenming was still very doggy, with a stinking face on Zhang Junmei's face, and said in an indifferent way: "Slow to death."