Piercing through the layers of clouds, the bright daylight chases the night like it has been for millions of years, and dominates the land.
Amelia didn't sleep again today, she sat on the throne all night, from night to day, motionless. The dark light covered that thick and beautiful face, making it look extraordinarily indifferent.
She seemed to have lost the ability to sleep. It's not that I can't sleep, but I don't want to sleep, and I don't have the idea of sleeping from the bottom of my heart. I would rather sit on the hard throne all day than go back to the soft bed.
It wasn't until the sky dawned and the morning sun fell on her face through the window sill that she blinked her eyes, the cold facial features came to life, and the brows showed a little color that a living person should have.
It's been five days.
Since that day, five full days have passed.
From Amelia's point of view, the towering god statue can just see half of the face. Compared with before, the corners of the eyes and brows are filled with soft colors, the eyes have completely turned blue, and the ends of the hair have turned golden.
It is estimated that many people have discovered these changes. They didn't dare to say it out loud, but they talked about it in private
But Amelia didn't care. She lowered her head, staring at the palm of her hand, her slender and delicate fingers that seemed to be broken at once were slightly bent, a hideous crack was torn in the space, and the hard jade floor was shattered silently.
The power of the gods is really strong, many times stronger than she imagined.
Fortunately, when the God of Light took her body out of arrogance, he didn't do it directly, but chose a slow way to torture her. Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to fight back, and it would be impossible for her to sit here leisurely now.
—or it can be said that it is his credit that he arrived in time.
Accidentally thinking of the black god again, Amelia wrinkled her nose in disgust, and gave a piss.
After staring blankly for a while, someone knocked on the tightly closed door.
Amelia turned the back of her hand, wiped away the traces on the ground, and said loudly, "Come in."
The tall and thin Pope walked in with narrowed eyes, and said, "My lord, the royal families of all countries have sent congratulatory gifts to celebrate the Millennium Canon. I wonder how many places should be allocated to them? Do you need to warn those restless people?" s country?"
Amelia said: "No, just follow the usual practice. It doesn't matter if you give more. There is no need to use this method to deter them."
The more people she needs to participate in the holy scriptures, the better.
The Pope nodded, and asked again: "How is my god?"
Amelia: "Still recuperating."
The Pope paused, as if he was phrasing: "Recently, the prayers of many believers have not been answered, and some rumors have spread. Although they were quickly quelled, there are still some troubles... I wonder if my god will appear in the holy scriptures? While calming the doubts in the minds of the congregation, it is also a deterrent to the nations."
He is suspicious.
Amelia knew that these anomalies aroused his suspicions after all. In fact, she didn't want to deceive the wily Pope. With her knowledge and deeds, in his eyes, that trick was like a child playing with a big knife, which was childish and ridiculous.
But she doesn't need to deceive him, she just needs to use her identity to suppress others. No one dares to question her in front of the Guangming God Sect, at least when she still bears the name of a queen.
So Amelia said: "We'll talk about it when the time comes. If there is nothing else, you can go back first."
The Pope paused for a moment, without asking any more questions, he lowered his head and replied, "Yes." He turned and left.
He is over seventy years old, with a lot of gray hair and beard, but his back is always straight, his figure is thin, and his aura is terrifying.
Usually, when Amelia saw the figure of the Pope, she always felt at ease, as if as long as he was around, everything could be easily resolved. He makes people feel reliable and reassuring.
But today, she was sitting on the high platform leading directly to the cloud steps, with her chin resting on one hand, and her eyes looked coldly, with a murderous aura in them.
annoying old guy.
Do you want to kill him
Amelia is seriously planning in her heart. Although the pope is obedient and capable, it is indeed easy to use, but the unstable factors are too strong, and if he does not use it well, it will come back to him, especially during this critical period. , Her path to becoming a god cannot be blocked by anyone.
Just wait, wait until the last bit of use is drained from him, then kill him.
The bright and clean jade walls reflected the scorching sun, and there were dim light and shadows flowing slowly from the ground, dyeing the empty hall with a hazy and ambiguous halo.
The unparalleled saintess sat quietly in the light and shade of the lights, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were colder than the snow in the sky.
…
"come out."
After a long silence, Amelia suddenly said.
In the room so quiet that one could hear falling needles, there was a sudden sound of clothes corners rubbing against each other.
A hand with a dark complexion rests on a throne carved from white jade, with one white and one dark intertwined, making the hand even more slender, powerful and thin.
"It's amazing, you can find me now."
He chuckled, touched the top of her head with one hand, and wanted to rub it, but Amelia slapped it down.
"What are you doing here?" Amelia frowned and said, "Didn't I say that I will kill you if I see you again."
The way she looked at her was very cold, just a little bit better than looking at the Pope.
Shenming took a deep breath, feeling a slight pain in his heart. But since he got acquainted with Amelia, he has experienced similar feelings many times, and gradually changed from strange to familiar.
So he just dimmed his eyes for a moment, then raised his profound and unruly eyebrows again, withdrew his hand, and sat sideways on the wide armrest of the throne.
"I'm here to give you a gift." The Dark God said.
"I don't need it." Amelia said, for some reason, she felt disgusted when she saw the Dark God.
This kind of disgust does not only come from the entanglement between them, but more of an unconscious, subconscious disgust, just like seeing rubbish on the side of the road, the conditioned reflex will frown.
She couldn't bear the irritability, and said to drive people away: "I said, I don't need your compensation. When the God of Light took me away, you saved my life. I didn't care about those things before." It's gone. Let's go, I don't want to make too much trouble with you. "
In fact, they can't beat others.
But these words must be unspeakable, as if she was showing weakness.
Amelia turned her head coldly.
The god was silent for a moment, then suddenly leaned over, his tall body firmly blocked the sunlight from the window, covering the saint in her shadow.
Holding the saint's pretty jaw with his fingertips, he forcibly turned that face around, with heavy power and pressure, his cold lips pressed up heavily.
"!"
Amelia's eyes widened.
When did this guy learn to force kiss!
Asshole stuff.
She felt displeased, and was about to push the person away with her hand, when she suddenly felt a small rhombus-shaped stone pushed from her icy lips.
About the size of a finger, cold, smooth to the touch, with neat edges.
what?
"No no no!"
The tip of Amelia's tongue pressed against the thing and wanted to push it out, but the god clung to her tender tongue relentlessly, pushing and pulling skillfully, hooking her sensitive palate.
"Gudong" sound.
Amelia swallowed.
...
Um? ? ?
Amelia was shocked: "What did you feed me?"
Poison? Want to choke her to death? Or some messy thing that will rot all over after eating? ?
She turned around and wanted to lick her throat to spit it out, forgetting about magic in such a hurry.
The God of Darkness seemed to see what was in her heart, and firmly held her wrist: "It's the godhead, my godhead."
? ?
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Amelia stuck her throat, with a dazed expression, almost doubting her ears.
What the hell?
God, Godhead
In the girl's shocked and unbelievable expression, the god suddenly laughed, his sharp eyebrows relaxed, and there was a bit of liveliness that belonged to a young man between his brows: "Eat it all, and it's useless to regret it."
At the same time, the divine light that shrouded him quickly faded, and those places that were different from ordinary people dissipated.
Standing there, the god stood there, his pale hair dimmed, the dirty pupils that could make one fall into hell forever faded, and the golden scar gradually dimmed.
He no longer looks like an evil god.
It was an ordinary dark elf—Alfonso.
Amelia: "…"
What are you doing, little brother
Can you eat too much? I said I don't want your stuff, how can I not listen
Is it interesting to buy and sell by force?
Amelia was going to let him experience what it means to keep other people's words in his heart.
Roll up your sleeves and get ready to hit someone.
Without the godhead, she got the divine power X2, so she must be able to beat this time.
Amelia was a little bit excited, new hatred and old hatred surged up together, thinking about the condescending god at that time, telling her to do this and what to do, and "not allowed to touch me without permission".
Thinking of this, she became furious, and couldn't help clenching her fists.
Alfonso was about to meet the girl's moving gaze, when he suddenly met her unfriendly gaze, with a coldness of 90%, piercing him straight, and her very, very bad movement.
... Why is it different from what Jason said
It trembled in its heart and pondered for a moment.
With a "snap", the tall and long-legged dark elf turned into a palm-sized elf. Small arms and legs fluttered with shiny butterfly wings, and innocent eyes looked over.
Amelia: "...!"
50% coldness.
Alfonso seemed to have received some inspiration, and pondered for a moment again.
There was a "snap".
This time, it was the child version of the dark elf who appeared in place this time, which directly caused Amelia to soften her heart and save it.
There is still a lot of flesh on the childish cheeks, which feels very good at first sight, and the eyes are innocent and innocent, and they are born with a lot of mist. Even if Alfonso can't make any pitiful expression, he just has no expression From the looks of it, it seems that he has been greatly wronged.
Amelia: "..." Damn, I can't do it.