Amelia: "…"
She continued to look down, and there were still a lot of rules and regulations, such as not beating people and swearing, not calling him the God of Light, praying to him every day. At…
Amelia: "... what is this?"
Dark God: "Your code of conduct."
He laughed, his sharp and indifferent eyebrows drooped, and he looked at her softly: "Serving a god is not as simple as you think."
... There are too many slots Amelia doesn't know where to start.
She stopped for a moment and said, "What does the first... mean?"
The god said slowly: "You are a mere mortal, and you can't bear the favor of the gods. If you have too much contact..."
He draws out the tone and just refuses to utter the last word.
Amelia suddenly remembered the few kisses she had with the dark elves, and quickly asked, "What will happen?"
Could it be harmful to the body
She tensed up immediately.
Under the urging of the saint's eyes, the god slowly uttered a sentence: "... I will be stinky to death, the smell of human beings is very smelly to the gods."
As he spoke, the corners of his lips curled up, and his eyes looked over with a half-smile: "What, sorry?"
Amelia: "…"
grass! ! [a plant]
Sorry shit! !
Sure enough, even if the memory came back, her temper was still the same, making her dizzy and itchy every day with anger.
Amelia gritted her teeth expressionlessly, desperately suppressing the urge to slap Him, and clenched her fingers tightly with blue veins.
However, such an act of suppressing inner impulses changed in the eyes of the gods. His chin slightly raised, and his tone was quite subtle: "Okay, come here."
Amelia: ...
She walked over, and before she had time to say anything, her cold palm was pressed against her, fingers interlaced, she touched His palm bones, each root was raised, and the tentacles were as moist as jade.
The God of Darkness held the saint's hand tightly, and said with disgust: "It's really clingy. Listen carefully, only this time." He looked like he had been greatly wronged.
Amelia: …
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Okay, Ning is right.
Amelia didn't speak, and the god fell silent. The two stood there staring at each other for a while, but the god suddenly stood up and dragged her into the depths of the palace.
Amelia: "...where?"
"your room."
The God of Darkness seems to be in a good mood today. He usually seldom smiles, but today he laughed several times. His voice was not as cold as usual, with sarcasm all the time, but soft and hoarse.
Amelia's ears were itchy, she stretched out her hands to rub her ears, and her eyes involuntarily aimed at the back of the god's neck.
He is usually used to letting his hair down casually, like long silver hair hanging down, firmly covering the deadly part on the back of the neck, only occasionally a little bit of luster can be glimpsed.
But it was a rare occasion for him to be official today, and he found a gold ornament from somewhere to tie up his hair, and the place that never saw the light of day was finally exposed to the vision of the saint.
The god's body gathers all the beauty and aura in the world, and was born to represent the word 'beauty'. Even the neck is beautiful, slender and elegant, with prominent joints, thin and strong.
Amelia didn't have time to take a closer look, her eyes were all attracted by a diamond-shaped shadow visible to the naked eye under the skin.
This is the godhead, the lifeblood of a god.
Amelia pursed her lips. The key to the throne was close at hand, like a pot of steaming braised pork in front of a beggar who was about to starve to death. Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and she held it tightly. into a fist.
This change was noticed by the god, and he asked casually: "Huh? What's the matter?"
Amelia shook her head: "It's okay."
Sensing the scorching eyes behind him who wanted to devour him, the God of Darkness snorted lightly.
The corridor soon came to an end, and when the door was pushed open, one could see an extremely luxurious and gorgeous bedroom.
Soft dark-colored carpets spread over every corner of the room, with golden and red patterns everywhere, and even the shoe pedals were made of pure gold.
In the center of the room is a stone pillar with carved beams and painted walls, extending upwards to form a small dome. The spacious and comfortable big bed is placed under it, and the bedding looks soft and fluffy, like fluffy clouds.
... It's just that there seems to be a little familiar pattern under the clouds.
Amelia walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and took a look. That's right, the tattoo on the bed sheet was the emblem of the God of Darkness.
Facing this bedroom with the characteristics of a dark god, Amelia could only hit six points.
Can we pretend to be a little more serious
This is obviously close to shouting directly in her ear: I am the God of Darkness!
It really took Amelia a lot of effort to pretend that she didn't see through his true identity, she twitched the corners of her mouth stiffly, and said, "Very good, I like it very much."
The god looked at her expression, and suddenly asked: "Compared with the one assigned to you by Guangming, which one is better?"
This is clearly a matter of death.
Amelia still had a strong desire to survive, and she immediately said, "Of course this is better, it's much better!"
Shenming: "What's so good about it?"
Amelia began to search her mind: "This deep black looks noble and elegant. It is not only resistant to dirt and looks good, but it looks luxurious and tasteful when paired with gold..."
The Dark God closed his eyes and listened comfortably.
After a while, Amelia stopped talking dryly, and the Dark God asked death again: "What is the difference between the previous room?"
Amelia: "..." Are you finished? !
…
On the first night of moving in, Amelia suffered from insomnia, tossing and turning in the middle of the night, her eyes open, waiting for dawn.
"Why don't you sleep?" A voice suddenly came from the corner of the room.
Amelia shuddered.
Shenming sneaked in at some point, and was sitting in a round chair in the corner, staring at her fixedly.
Amelia silently tightened her thin nightgown, "I'm a little bit sleepy, I can't sleep."
The word 'recognize the bed' was obviously too trendy for the gods, so he didn't understand, but he also understood what she meant from the saint's expression.
Human beings are so fragile that they will not adapt to a slight change.
The god looked at her with the eyes of "Why are you such a trash" again, sighed, walked to the bed, and leaned over.
What is he going to do
The god got closer and closer, and Amelia could even see her own reflection in his eyes.
She belatedly remembered that her hair was all messed up on the pillow, her expression was out of control, and she must be looking ugly now.
Difficult... Is it possible that we want to kiss
Or coax her to sleep like in an idol drama
"etc… "
Amelia was thinking about how to refuse, when a cold finger suddenly came over and tapped her forehead.
A heavy drowsiness surged up, sweeping her brain in an instant.
Amelia fell asleep almost immediately, with no strength to struggle at all, she kept her upright position and lay half prone on the bed sheet, snoring in a deep sleep.
When she woke up the next day, she remembered what happened last night, and wished she could slap herself twice to wake up.
How can it be! ! How could this stinky straight man, the Dark God, think of such a soft way to make her sleep!
It was good enough to remember to lay her upright. Amelia wanted to say this at first, but she looked back at the scattered quilt, seriously suspecting that she crawled back last night at all, and the stinky straight man put her to sleep and left, left! !
Amelia was pissed off.
Without outside interruptions, her life suddenly became leisurely. She slept until she woke up naturally every day, and went back to sleep after having breakfast. Repeat the process of eating, sleeping, and eating, and lie on the bed to grow fat.
The gods usually sit quietly on the throne for several days, with their eyes closed as if asleep, and occasionally come to her.
Sometimes He didn't say anything, just held her hand quietly, sometimes he made her angry with nonsense, and after a long while, he came to hold her hand in a twisted manner.
By the way, Amelia was still not allowed to offer to hold hands.
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In such a comfortable life, Amelia would often forget the ups and downs of her life in the past few months, as if she had returned to the time when she just picked up the elves, and there were only the two of them left in the whole world.
There was no death, no conflict, and no one to bother them.
Gradually, sometimes Amelia's eyes looking at the gods were stained with a little bit of soft light, as if a sky full of stars fell in it, shaking people's hearts.
The time the god was in a daze became shorter and shorter, and he gradually got used to following the back of the saint with his eyes. No matter what she did, he would make him laugh, such as the small grasshoppers weaved by hand, the rice grains on his lips, or even plucked grasshoppers from the garden. A small flower is a scene worth seeing.
The boring world suddenly became interesting because of the existence of the saint. Like the paint dripping into the dark world, everything is dyed with color.
What a hundred years, as long as you are with her, even if you live another ten billion years, you won't get tired of it.
The god realized this belatedly. At that time, he was sitting on the head of the saint's bed. His eyes, which always only reflected killing, blood, and cruelty, slightly curved up, and a smile burst out of the corners of his eyes unconsciously.
He watched the saint's sleeping and flushed face, sitting from night to dawn.
"Do you want to become a god?"
As soon as Amelia opened her eyes, she heard this sentence unexpectedly.
"… ah?"
She wiped her face in a daze, then hesitated for a moment, "What did you say?"
"...God." The Dark God looked at her delicately, as if he was looking at a fool, and stood up: "Forget it, what are you talking about?"
Amelia: "..." You said it!
I don't know how many times she was irritated by the big pig's hoof again. Amelia covered her heart, comforted herself, and expressed her anger.
Forget what to argue with him.
How can he beat him up.
When washing her face by the pool, the cold water touched her skin. Only then did Amelia recover from her morning daze and realize what the god had said.
Become a god...
She remembered her ambitions not so long ago.
That guy looks more like a saint than her, not to mention touching his neck, he hasn't even touched his forearm, what a godhead, it's impossible, he has seen it a few times in his dreams.
She quickly forgot about it, and happily ran to the garden to pick flowers after washing. These few days are too busy, and she is going to tinker with nail polish to pass the time.
Everything has changed since the day I became a god.
In the sunny and warm garden, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, and the singing of birds is crisp. Amelia is still thinking this way when she bumps into a group of girls on the road with her arms full of flowers.
"Master God Empress." Dozens of young girls in white gauze bowed to her, their voices were clear and melodious, more beautiful than the singing of birds all over the sky.
All of them have faces very similar to hers, and eyes full of ambition.
"My lord, we were specially selected by His Majesty the Pope and the royal families of various countries to serve my God, and we have already been approved by my God." The leading girl spoke with a smile. Her appearance was exceptionally good, and she also resembled her.
Different from her companion with lowered head and restrained eyes behind her, with a smile in her eyes, she boldly raised her head and looked directly at the God Empress, hinting at provocation.
Oh, is this the Queen of God? Also too ordinary.
Julie lowered her eyelashes to hide her contemptuous expression, but she was just a lowly orphaned woman who had climbed to her current position by luck. She is a noble princess, she has excellent appearance and talent, many times better than this bitch.
As long as the gods are interested in women, they will not fail to see her.
At that time, this extremely luxurious palace, and the handsome and noble god on the throne... Julie thought of the slender figure vaguely glimpsed through the thick curtain, her heart was eager, and the smile on her face became more obvious.
Under the shade of the tree, the whole body of the God Empress was covered by shadows, no one could see her expression clearly, only her voice could be heard, a cold and indifferent "hmm".
The two groups obviously had nothing to say. The girls in white skirts greeted each other and left.
Amelia hugged the bouquet, with a smile still on her lips, but her eyes slowly turned cold, like snow on a high mountain.
She knew that the God of Darkness must have a reason for keeping these people behind, and she also knew that He would never empathize with others. The proud gods disdain to do such a thing.
Amelia just suddenly understood one thing.
Under the beautiful life full of flowers, she seems to live a comfortable and happy life, but in reality she is just a canary raised by the gods. When she likes it, she holds it in the palm of her hand and teases her, giving her honor and glory. Make her look radiant.
But none of these lights were hers.
A canary has nothing but its owner.
Amelia doesn't want a master.
She wants to be the master herself.