In the dark night, the sky is full of fire.
The god lowered his head and fiddled with the milky white light ball the size of a glass ball in his palm. Countless hideous and distorted faces swirled in it, weeping and shedding tears.
Behind him is the white jade hall with blood flowing all over the ground.
Several corpses lie on the ground.
The maid wiped the exquisite porcelain expressionlessly, dragged away the corpse, and restored the blood-stained temple to cleanliness and light.
Today is the day of the saint's birth, and it is also the best time to mend her soul. These little bugs that have been raised for a long time finally came in handy.
The dissipated soul stabilized, gradually lost its voice, and the ball solidified, shrinking into a particle the size of a fingertip.
The god pinched this soul tonic with two fingers, and went to find his queen.
When He entered, Amelia was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding her fingers in the air, waving with her eyes closed.
The thin fingertips were red, as if they had seen blood.
The god's face suddenly sank, and he asked, "Who is it?"
Amelia: "? What who?"
"Your hand, who hurt you?" The god strode forward and squatted beside her, holding her hand. The fingers are delicate, white and flawless, only the tips of the fingers are tinged with deep redness.
He looked closer, only to find that there was no smell of blood in the air. Although the redness looked like blood from a distance, it was a darker tender red when he looked closely.
At this time, Amelia said: "Ah, you said the hand? It's not hurt, it's nail polish."
The god with angry eyes: "..."
Means... nail polish
Amelia withdrew her hand, crossed her fingers and blew a few breaths, and pushed the straight man away in disgust: "Don't understand? This is something used to make fingers look better,"
The god took a closer look, and although he didn't understand how putting some red on her hands would make her look better, she still cast a magic spell and dried her nails.
During the movement, the white ball looms between the fingers,
"What's this?" Amelia asked.
God: "I'll give you something to eat."
Amelia glanced sideways: "Candy? When did you know to buy this kind of thing?"
The Dark God opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and then turned around again: "Yes, Jelly Bean."
His cold fingers stretched out, pressed against the sugar ball, and stuffed it between her lips.
Amelia obediently opened her mouth and ate it.
Of course she didn't believe it was just a simple jelly bean. This is just to give him a step forward, anyway, if the god wants to do something, it will always be done, so why should she hinder it.
The two were speechless.
The saint seemed to be extraordinarily silent today, with her head lowered as she fiddled with the bottles and jars, she didn't take the initiative to talk to him, and she didn't want to look up at him.
She is still angry.
The god was a little annoyed. In fact, he took the initiative to find the saint, which was a signal to be the first to give in, and no longer pursue that extremely offensive sentence. I believe the saint also knows, but she is unwilling to let go of the resentment in her heart, even though sitting face to face, she still regards him as nothing.
It was difficult for him to accept the fact that 'the saint did not see him'.
"What do you want?" Shenming forcibly raised her jaw, her eyebrows were tightly frowned, and she looked a little fierce: "Is there anything you can say about your dissatisfaction."
Amelia's lips trembled, and her eyelashes drooped, unwilling to look directly into His eyes.
"I..." she hesitated.
The god's expression was even scarier than that of killing more than a dozen people just now, but he listened to the saint patiently without urging her.
Amelia closed her eyes, ruthlessly, and said that sentence in one breath.
"I don't want to fall in love with you, why don't you try someone else? There are other girls who are better looking than me and have better personality than me. Don't kill me..."
Under the terrifying murderous aura around her, Amelia's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally closed her mouth cowardly, hugging her knees, and her whole body became a ball.
The gods looked at her ridiculously, this saint who had the audacity to tease the gods.
Everyone in this world respects the gods extremely, and His small actions, even just a glance, are enough to make the world ecstatic and willing to die.
He is willing to come down, fall in love with her, pamper her and protect her. This is an honor that has never been given to hundreds of millions of creatures in tens of billions of years.
But the girl in front of her... she actually refused
The God of Darkness said, "I will pretend I didn't hear these words."
He recovered from disbelief, stroked the soft top of the saint's hair with one hand, and whispered in her ear, "If you provoke me, you want to run away? Innocent lamb, no one can violate God's will, no one It can be defied. God is everything, all existence in this world belongs to me, and you are my property by nature."
"Saint, nothing can take you from me, not death, nor you, until I am weary."
The icy breath wrapped around her tightly like a snake, carrying a suffocating malice and murderous aura, piercing deeply into every inch of her skin, like a gangrene attached to the bone.
In this cold embrace, Amelia shivered.
She realized for the first time what terrible creatures gods are, and when she first picked up the scarred elf, there was no turning back.
These days, many blond girls poured into the temple one after another, but none of them came out.
Amelia was taking sugar pills every day, eating as much as she could, without any intention of asking. She was like a canary living in a cage, mechanically eating the food given by her master, occasionally laughing a few times like a show, turning her back and then her expression turned cold.
No one was allowed to see her face. Occasionally, a blond girl who strayed in by mistake would catch a glimpse of this legendary God Empress, see her pale and beautiful face, and her eyes of pity.
"Are you... the Queen of God?" The innocent and lively girl stood on tiptoe and leaned on the wall, looking at her with 'highly anticipated'.
Amelia glanced at her, and without answering, said, "You shouldn't be here."
"Why?" The girl tilted her head and asked curiously: "I heard from everyone that you and my god fell in love at first sight? Did you dress up that day?"
This girl who looks similar to her has deep ambition and longing hidden in her eyes.
Amelia felt that what she said was in vain, she closed the curtains coldly.
The girl watched the slender figure flickering in the window, gradually disappearing into the magnificent palace, every move, every piece of jewelry on her head and body was shining with a heart-pounding luster.
"Timid." The girl pouted.
She straightened up unconsciously, imitating the expression of the God Empress, and smiled.
After walking a few steps, just after leaving the palace of the God Empress, turning around this bend, a pitch-black figure suddenly came into view.
Before the girl had time to make any movements, she broke her neck neatly with a "crack", pulled out her soul, and kneaded it into small sugar balls.
Amelia, who witnessed the whole process from the window: "..."
Sugar pills... Is this how they came from
OK, fine.
She found a stool and waited. Sure enough, after a while, the god came in with a bloody smell.
"Eat." He spread out his palm, and a few unremarkable white balls rolled in it.
This is the last batch.
The eyes of the god softened a bit. After taking these soul tonics, the influence left by the God of Light can be eliminated. He can use many methods to make the saint a god.
As long as they stand in the same position, many problems between the two of them can be easily solved.
The Holy Maiden will understand his thoughts.
Amelia took the sugar pill without even looking at it, and swallowed it with a violent vomit.
Without taste, it turns into a warm current in the mouth, enters the stomach from the esophagus, and gradually spreads throughout the body.
Amelia knows it's good for her. Every time she eats the 'sugar pill', she feels relaxed and refreshed.
But she doesn't want to eat it.
"I think we need to talk about it." Amelia said seriously: "There are many human beings, and I don't have to worry about finding someone better than me. If you let them search more, they will definitely find someone they like better."
The soft light in the god's eyes disappeared, and he frowned again, with an ugly expression: "I've said it before, and I'm not allowed to say these words again."
It's all nonsense.
How could anyone be more likable than her.
Amelia lowered her head and pinched her fingers: "Not saying it doesn't mean I don't have these thoughts. I tell you that I respect you, and you don't want me to ignore you all the time, do you? Just be nice to everyone..."
Her voice suddenly disappeared.
The god's eyes were cold, and he wanted to get angry, but he held back after all.
There's no need to scare her, it's hard for her to understand now, it's not her fault, it's her natural human body that limits her thinking. As long as she becomes a god, she can understand.
So the god didn't do anything to her, just said: "Be obedient, you will understand in a few days."
He didn't wait for the saint's response, and walked away full of anger, looking for someone to vent his anger on.
In the distance, buildings collapsed and screams of people and animals were heard.
Amelia opened her mouth and sighed.
As for? The fair-haired girls who came lately were getting more and more likeable. There are so many good-looking ones that she can't help but feel soft-hearted, and He really can do it.
Get along with these girls more, you can always fall in love with them, what time is wasting on her.
Amelia touched her neck with lingering fear, she really didn't want to talk about this kind of love that would die at any time. Death is still a good thing, even if you are afraid of death, you will not live in peace.
The gods have countless ways to torture people who don't like it, and ninety-nine percent of them are not simply killing him.
Couples always quarrel, and if the Dark God doesn't go his way, what should I do for her
Amelia: Can't hold it, can't hold it.
She was the only one in the temple, Xiaojiao was not there, and it was fine if she couldn't speak. She shrugged heartily, and turned to find the shawl she had woven halfway through the morning to pass the time.
The heart beat slowly.
Amelia's body froze, her pupils contracted, and she felt as if some giant beast had awakened from her body, struggling to stick out its tentacles, and let out the first roar after waking up.
This is…
Amelia clenched her five fingers tightly, with a bit of pain escaping from her eyes.
Her soul, her soul...
The white light covered the whole body like surging vines, devouring the soul of the saint little by little. She opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth to shout, but no sound came out.
By the way, the gods silenced her voice.
Amelia wanted to reach out to brush the things on the table and make a sound to remind others, but the light spread too fast, she only had time to turn her head and look at the slightly shaking flower branches outside the window before being overwhelmed by the light.
The dazzling light lasted for less than half a second and disappeared in an instant.
Amelia fell down softly, her eyes were closed tightly, her face was rosy, and her breathing was smooth, as if she was just asleep.
There is only a faint flickering light on the forehead, indicating a fierce competition and battle.