The clouds gather and the rain breaks.
Amelia gasped for breath, her muscles and bones were as soft as a piece of melted honey, and she spread sticky on the bed, unable to lift herself up.
As expected of a god, she is also very good at this aspect. If there is a cigarette in hand now, she will already smoke it.
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The god looked down at her, his expression a little lazy, his perennially cold eyes relaxed, like a lion lying on a rock basking in the sun.
"Happy?" He asked.
What He meant was: 'Are these pleasures enough to make up for your pain? '
Of course not enough.
Amelia laughed, looking at God's rolling Adam's apple, she left a deep tooth mark on her honey-colored skin, slightly oozing blood.
The body of the god is indestructible, even a sharp blade cannot leave the slightest trace on it, it is the hardest thing in the world.
Amelia was able to bite through his skin, not because of how sharp her teeth were, but because of God's permission.
Then if you do something more excessive, the gods will allow it, right
Amelia stroked the pale hair in her hand, and with all her fingers, she pulled the man down.
...
Amelia ran away after sleeping.
She rushed back to the bedroom, threw off the quilt, rolled in and curled up into a ball, scratching the ground with her toes in shame.
Ahhh did I really do it? !
Ahhh! ! !
She bit her lip, thinking about those charming and ambiguous images all the time in her mind, and the cold and sweet breath of the gods still seemed to be lingering.
Most importantly, the words she said before leaving.
"Hehe, the taste of the Dark God is nothing more than that."
Shame, shame, shame, shame...
Amelia let out a "woo" and buried her head deeper in the quilt, so blushing that she didn't dare to lift it up.
After she finished saying that, she didn't dare to look at the god's expression, and ran away without delay.
I don't know how Alfonso feels, he will definitely be mad.
Wuwuwu, you won't be so angry that you rush over to settle accounts with her, right
Amelia, who was cowardly just finished, rolled up the quilt, huddled in the bed curtain and was as quiet as a chicken, pretending that there was no one here.
escape from reality
The sun was getting higher and higher, and soon it was time for meal, and a maid silently brought the meal.
Originally, Amelia was used to going to the hall to eat, but she hesitated for a long time and dared not go out, as if evading, thinking that she would face the gods tomorrow, and would not eat today. As a result, before the afternoon, someone took the initiative to deliver the food.
Amelia had a full stomach, but she still didn't want to face that face. Not only was she ashamed, but the most important thing was that she hadn't figured out what attitude she should use to face him.
angry? They all put them to sleep, so why are you so angry.
Just make up like this? Amelia herself was not reconciled, nor did she want to be together vaguely.
They still had many problems before, and they couldn't sleep well after a night of sleep.
But if she had to say it herself, she couldn't say it,
Staying alone in the bedroom like this for several days, Amelia tried to figure out her own psychology over and over again.
In fact, at that moment, her head was full of thoughts: Don't you look down on human beings? Well, then I'll stain you and stain you.
…and then on impulse, pushed the person down.
It's all right now, it's impossible to run away after sleeping, if you dare to do it, the Dark God will definitely kill her.
Amelia: What kind of human suffering is this, woo woo woo woo.
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At the same time, inside the temple.
These days, the atmosphere in the temple is extremely stiff.
The saint didn't come out behind closed doors, and the gods didn't look for her again. They just stood on the steeple and looked into the distance for several days. Occasionally, his eyes glanced at the few bouquets of soft white flowers, and he would stay there for a long time before looking away.
And this scene changed in the eyes of others.
The girls in white skirts sent from all over the world were placed in a remote room, and food and drink were delivered by someone, but the scope of movement was restricted and they were not allowed to go deep into the palace.
In the past three or four days, no one has seen them, or told them what to do. The three or four maids in charge of cleaning in the temple were all silent, bowed their heads, and did not say a word to them, as if they were just a group of servants. The pigs raised in captivity are only responsible for eating, sleeping and sleeping every day.
The girls had nothing to do, they inquired about the situation in the temple, and spied on the lives of the two of them.
In the deepest part of the palace lived the mighty and beautiful god and their greatest enemy.
"Have you noticed, those two...something seems wrong." The blond girl nodded her chin far away.
Before they came, they had imagined countless times what the gods and queens would look like, especially the queen, who climbed from the bottom to the top, and even confused the gods. She should be a charming and very scheming woman.
But when I saw her in the garden that day, although I couldn't see her face clearly, she was full of demeanor, and there was a three-point smile on her lips, elegant and soft, which seemed different from what I imagined.
And if the Lord God is willing to pamper her, he should have feelings for her. Why does it look like...he doesn't care about her these days
Julie chuckled lightly, her eyes and brows were full of flamboyant beauty: "She must have done something wrong, and she was disgusted by the gods. That's right, she was born at the bottom of the low class, except for the good-looking skin, what else is there?" What a place worth looking at."
"She can't compare to you. You are the number one beauty recognized in our country. You are both beautiful and connotative. You can read books and play musical instruments. You can dance well. If your lord god meets Princess Julie, you will definitely like it." Wen Xian, the follower Knowing the elegant meaning, he immediately followed Kuang flattering.
Julie laughed, her voice was assertive and firm: "Of course."
As a princess of a country, she is a proud daughter of heaven. She would be eagerly offered up to anything she wanted since she was a child. She has never been unable to get something. This is true for jewelry and the favor of gods.
What kind of queen, she is just a lowly commoner, not even worthy of licking her shoes, yet dare to fight with her
Julie slid her fingertips across her white and tall breasts, with a smile on her lips, she ordered to her attendants: "Go, take out my newly made dress, and the jewelry that my father gave me, all of them Wash me clean and put incense powder on it."
God loves her.
Julie can be sure that at that time, a group of dozens of young girls knelt under the steps through the curtain. The gods randomly selected a few of them, and didn't even look at them, but only raised their eyes and glanced at her.
Although it was only for a moment, he really saw her in his eyes.
Even if it's just a little bit of liking, Julie is confident to expand this liking, so that those ruthless and cold eyes will always look at her, and they can't look away anymore.
Tonight, Julie is going to meet the gods and then... offer herself.
...
Amelia tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, and finally decided to find something to do for herself, to distract herself. I haven't been out of the temple for a long time, so I should go out for a walk.
No one stopped her, and the god disappeared.
Amelia covered her face with a cloak and sneaked out the door.
The city where the holy church is located is divided into two districts, Dongcheng District and Xicheng District. One side is a gathering place for the rich and nobles, and the other side is mostly slums and homeless wanderers.
Amelia used to live here, the orphanage that took her in, right in the center of Xicheng District.
The streets were filled with filthy muddy water, and occasional human and animal feces were piled up here and there, giving off an unbearable smell.
The passers-by on the street were all yellow and thin, walking in a hurry, with vigilance and panic in their brows, or lifeless indifference.
Milia had no purpose, just came out to take a breath, and walked here without knowing it. When she passed a certain street corner, she happened to see the door of the orphanage not far away was wide open, and a young man with his head down was seriously sifting a handful of weeds.
She has a downcast little face with snow-skinned eyes and clear eyes. Although she is dressed in gray and shabby clothes, she can be regarded as a first-class beauty in the overall gray West District.
Amelia took a second look. If the child could change the color of his hair and eyes, he might be selected into the choir, and his life would be changed forever.
Her eyes were full of regret, with a little bit of appreciation. However, even with such a pure gaze, some people would misunderstand it.
A familiar murderous aura came from behind.
Amelia's body froze, her eyebrows twitched.
Damn, when did this ancestor come here?
Did he secretly follow her all the way
Before she had time to turn her head to take a look, a man in a black cloak suddenly turned in front of her, took off the hood, and revealed a handsome and unfamiliar face.
Jason, who came in a hurry, looked at her calmly and said carefully, "Hi, my name is Jason."
This is... a dark elf
Where did this dark elf come from, to be so courageous, to openly walk on the street.
Amelia's eyes also turned on his face, and she secretly sighed in her heart, so the real dark elves look like this. She was not afraid of facing the strange dark elf, and she didn't bother to take out her wand. After all, there was a big killer following behind her, and she would kill it beautifully if she dared to do it.
So she nodded frankly.
But she didn't expect that the dark elf named Jason's next words almost dropped her jaw.
"Why do you want to act against the gods?"
Amelia: ? ? If I take a look, I'm betrayed?
Her bewildered expression imprinted in Jason's eyes, which meant that she didn't intend to admit it.
Jason frowned, and his tone gradually became irritable: "I heard that you are the Queen of the God of Light now? But what about my Lord? What will He do?" with an expression of 'you heartbroken'.
The news that the God of Light established the Empress spread throughout the entire continent.
Jason had just woken up from the resurrection of the God of Light and the return of the sun when he heard the tragic news.
The subject of the news was the name he had heard before.
Amelia.
Isn't this the saint who the Dark God is doting on Youjia
Could it be that my lord missed it, and the saint fell in love with his god again? And they still lost to their enemy in this life: the God of Light.
Jason was furious on the spot.
This is impossible, my lord is so handsome and excellent, and he is still a god, even if there is a God of Light for comparison, he will not lose! The saint must have been blind.
Jason spent several days rushing here, preparing to use his 'rich' experience to assist the Dark God, and happened to see Amelia on the street.
Not only did he see her, but he also saw her winking at the teenagers on the street, as well as the particularly conspicuous hickey on her neck.
... The case was solved, not because my lord is not good enough, but because the saint is special.
Amelia silently covered her neck.
In fact, it is the God of Darkness who made this mark, do you believe it or not