This woman is still pretending to be innocent.
Jason clenched his fingers, showing a murderous look, and looked dangerously at the woman in front of him.
This damn saint is really the same as the hateful God of Light. They are both damned things. How dare they trick their gods with rhetoric! Now my lord has no movement, it may be because of the god of light, or he doesn't care about her, just playing casually.
But Jason couldn't let it go!
He had thought about tying the saint back before, but unfortunately the useless thing of the presiding judge was too useless, and he died simply and neatly, and the matter was not done well. It just so happens that the saint is alone now, so she might as well take it back and present it to the Lord as a gift.
As soon as he thought about it, Jason's eyes froze, he drew out the dagger in his right hand, hid it in the cloak, and turned to leave as if nothing had happened.
The moment the corner of the robe brushed against the hem of the saint's clothes, a cold light flashed, and the dagger was aimed straight at the chest at a tricky angle.
"choke!"
The sharp light was wrapped by something at the moment it was about to brush against the skirt, and it made a very small sound.
Invisible golden threads descended, trapping his limbs one by one, and one even penetrated into his brain, straight into the brainstem.
"!"
Jason opened his eyes wide, and his murderous face instantly calmed down.
He withdrew his hands expressionlessly, moved his hands and feet slowly, and walked towards the end of the street step by step, his stiff posture was like a marionette.
Amelia:
what's the situation
From her point of view, the strange dark elf who spoke to her inexplicably stopped for a moment after making a 180-degree turn like a dance, and then suddenly left without saying a word.
There was a sense of bewilderment and confusion of 'what are you doing here' throughout the whole process.
Just weird.
For the sake of caution, Amelia hesitated for a moment, but chose to turn around and go home to avoid any surprises.
Before leaving, she glanced at the young man who was still sitting at the door.
With his handsome face lowered, his eyes stared straight at the movements of his hands, and he kept sifting through the muddy weeds that he picked up from who knows where, as if most of the food would be eaten a few times. Like more.
Amelia touched with her hands hidden under her sleeves, found out the money bag, and took out a few gold coins from it. Quietly made a gesture.
A little golden light flashed, lying quietly under the layers of weeds.
On the other side, Jason, who was forcibly dragged away, finally stopped after walking nearly half of the city under control. He took a low breath, felt the frightening aura disappear, and opened his hood with shaking hands.
That handsome face was already full of tears.
Woohoo Lord! Even if the saint has betrayed you, do you still choose to protect her
What a deep love this is, woo woo woo.
Jason felt sad for his god and couldn't help shedding tears.
Tears flowed quietly all over my face.jpg
He clenched his fists and vowed to make his gods get what they wanted.
Isn't she just a saint? He tried his best to make her change her mind, what kind of God of Light, bah! Nothing compares to the glory of our Lord.
One day the saint will see clearly who she really loves!
Back at the temple, Amelia ignored the people behind her, and just followed if she wanted to, and she pretended not to know.
There was no one in the room.
Amelia had nothing to do, so she simply found the flowers she had picked before, sorted them by color, crushed them carefully to squeeze out the juice, and found a row of small white jade vases to set them up.
She used to like to do handicrafts. Now that she started to do it, she gradually forgot the scene around her. At first, she was serious about squeezing the juice by herself. Later, she didn’t know when, gradually, she was handed all kinds of tools. Without lifting it, just take it over...
Startled, Amelia turned her head to look.
A dark tentacle greeted her shyly.
"It's you? Little Horn?"
Horn is Amelia's previous name for the tentacle. The word tentacle is still a bit... erotic, she couldn't say it out, so she just gave it a name.
The little horn made a 'chirp' sound, and the tentacles courteously increased the strength of the petals.
"He sent you?" Amelia asked.
Xiaojiao: "Ji."
"What about others?"
"Chichi."
Amelia knew that she was leaving a pet to watch her, so she ran away first.
Xiaojiao is really obedient and hard-working, not only helping her make flower juice, but also washing the clothes together, cleaning the room diligently, panting for breath from exhaustion.
"Ji?" It pulled out a silver chain from under the bed.
Amelia took it and took a look. It was the necklace pendant that she used to cover up her godhead. The godhead inlaid on it had long been broken, leaving only a faint mark.
Since the return of the sun, the gods sent people to clean up the mess, and the carriage they left behind was also brought back. This broken pendant fell into the carpet. It's under the bed.
Xiaojiao pointed to the pendant, gesticulating as if she wanted to tell her something.
Amelia: "Huh? What are you going to say?"
Xiaojiao babbled for a while, couldn't express clearly for a long time, and went around in circles in a hurry, then lowered his head after a while, biting the tip of his own tentacles with one bite.
Amelia who didn't have time to stop:
Purple blood flowed down, Xiaojiao didn't even blink, stretched out the tip of the other intact hand, and wiped the blood on her eyes.
Amelia: ? ? wait…
Before she could finish her sentence, she fell into a dream.
Why do you say dreams? Because she saw her past self.
Everything seems to be seen from the eyes of Xiaojiao, with a very low perspective, peeking up from the ground, the familiar carriage carriage, the sleeping girl on the bench, and the expressionless god crushing the godhood.
This was the time that Amelia didn't live through, and when she awoke from her stupor, the god was gone.
She saw the God of Darkness standing in place for a long, long time, slowly looking around as if he had been asleep for hundreds of years, and finally landed on the snoring girl with her back turned to him, and stopped.
Amelia held her breath.
The god looked at it for a few seconds, walked over, pinched the girl's neck with one hand, twisted it casually, and it snapped with a sound of 'Cracking'.
… broken.
broken?
Amelia: Ah! ! ! ! !
She clutched her neck in horror, groped up and down, and made sure it was still straight and intact, trembling with relief.
On the other side, the god stopped after twisting, his eyes were a little stiff, as if he was thinking, he put his hand under the girl's nose, he went back and forth to check for her missing breath, frowned, and his complexion became more and more gloomy.
Amelia was not at the scene, so she couldn't feel the atmosphere at that time, but she knew that the aura of the gods at that time must be terrifying, because the little horn trembled so much that the angle of view was trembling.
After a while, the god helped her up her neck again. After a messy operation, the girl gasped and resumed her breathing.
Amelia: What are you doing! Kill me and save me again, too busy
The god obviously didn't know the answer to this question. He looked down at his palm, opened and closed it a few times, and a little doubt appeared in his cold and ruthless pupils.
But he didn't stay here for long, and quickly withdrew his hand, disappearing in place in an instant.
The screen ends here.
The moment the perspective disappeared, Amelia saw herself turned around on the ground, her cheeks were a little red from sleep, and she subconsciously snorted.
She didn't know anything, and fell asleep happily.
At that moment, Amelia actually envied her a little.
At the same time, deep in the temple.
In the dead of night, the misty moonlight slowly merged into the land from midair.
Julie was wearing a gorgeous yet sexy tunic dress, her long golden curly hair fell with steam, and wet her fair cheeks.
She walked up the steps step by step and entered the depths of the palace, a place that was never open to her.
All the way was unimpeded, all the doors and corridors were wide open unsuspectingly, like a territory guarded by ferocious beasts, but rabbits that suddenly broke in were allowed to come in and out at will.
God knew she was coming.
And He welcomes her.
Realizing this, Julie was ecstatic. She held up the thick and gorgeous skirt, her face was flushed, and she followed the corridors one by one looking for the traces of the gods.
Along the spiraling stairs, she finally found the slender figure.
"My god, your loyal believer Julie, send your greetings." Julie deliberately puffed out her chest, pouted her buttocks, and made a kneeling posture that best highlighted her figure.
The god turned his back to her, she couldn't see his expression and face clearly, but could only see the flowing white hair falling down and winding around the corner of the black robe.
Julie has never seen the true face of a god, but heard that the hair of the God of Light is as white as light, and is the warmest existence in the world, but the white hair in front of her, why does it look a bit... cold
Julie shivered, and an invisible chill flooded her whole body. She just felt that the temperature was too low at night, which gave her these illusions. So she didn't say anything, and knelt down submissively.
For a long time no one responded.
Julie was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but secretly raised her eyes.
The god did not look back at her, but fixedly stared at a certain position below, his eyes very focused.
What made the gods look so intently
Julie couldn't hold back her curiosity, straightened up a little, and followed the god's line of sight.
It was a very familiar palace, and there were a few pots of small flowers at the door, white with tender petals.
It is the palace of the Queen of God.
He has been standing here for so long, just looking at the residence of the God Empress in a daze
No!
This is impossible! !
Julie bit her lips in disbelief, and kept comforting herself in her heart. God loves her and treats her differently. As long as he sees her, God will definitely forget that lowly woman.
That's right, just by seeing her.
"My God, Julie...to serve you."
Julie stepped forward a few steps regardless of her knees, suppressed her throbbing heartbeat, and humbly bent down to kiss the corner of His robe.
A faint smell flooded into the nostrils.
Julie's cheeks became redder, she closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.
... She didn't get there.
Because at that moment, a golden light flashed, and before Julie had time to look up, she felt a lightness in her body, as if something had disappeared.
Blood spatter.
The last thing Julie saw was her own headless corpse and the red pool of blood.
The gods killed her without mercy.
The white spot of soul light flew up and landed in the slender palm.
At this time, the god finally looked down at her, pinching the light spot of the soul with his fingertips, ignoring the faint crying of a woman who was in despair: "My god, why did you kill me? Did Julie do something wrong?" ?…”
He just wondered helplessly, how long will the saint be angry