The blood of the gods is the primer for the conclusion of the contract.
As for why the Dark God chose to kiss her... that's unknown.
Fu Yue didn't notice this detail either.
It may be because she preconceived that Silaire was her lover who accompanied her in so many small worlds, so Fu Yue later ignored many things and didn't think deeply about some things.
And let this proud god suffer a lot.
Hoddle left like nothing happened.
The rest of Fu Yue was about to explode with anger, his fingers creaking.
The mind calmed down and thought quickly.
Fu Yue lowered her eyelashes slightly, her fingers gradually clenched the dark velvet quilt on the bed, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged.
The expensive incense burning in the room has been extinguished, and only ashes are left in the censer, and the lingering fragrance left invades the girl's nerves.
Unreasonable irritability.
Fu Yue thought silently in her heart.
Dark God, Hodur.
Even a deity in a weak state is so powerful that it is outrageous.
Traveling through so many small worlds, it was the first time that Fu Yue felt fear from an NPC on a plane.
If it was Hoddle in his heyday, then if he was in the heavens, he would probably be barely able to fight her original body.
Fu Yue frowned.
How could there be such a powerful existence in a small world... It's unreasonable.
Then he glanced sideways at Silaire who was lying beside her in a state of panic.
Fu Yue: "..."
She stretched out her hand and pinched the man's tall nose bridge, and covered his nose mischievously. Later, thinking that the robot doesn't seem to need to breathe, Fu Yue put down his hand resentfully.
The sound of the urn urn aired.
"Silaire, your master has been bullied by others, and you are actually crashing!"
The man didn't respond.
Fu Yue just stared at him resentfully, staring at him all night, until the sky turned white, then she slowly closed her eyes, so sleepy that she fell into a dark and sweet dream.
Only slept for two hours.
Fu Yue felt someone calling her to get up, she moved impatiently, turned over and lay down on the soft sheet, rolled up the quilt, and buried her head under the pillow.
Wave again.
Say don't bother me.
"... No, trouble... I'm sleepy and I need to sleep."
But the other party was tirelessly harassing her.
"Master, your magic class is about to start today. If you don't get up again, you will be late for today's class..."
Fu Yue continued to lie on her stomach, grabbing the soft pillow with both hands, and pressed her head under the pillow.
Can't hear can't hear can't hear.
She is dead.
Fuck everything in class, she's going to sleep.
The blue eyes of the robot flickered, he put away his elegant white gloved hands, and stood in front of Fu Yue's bed in a well-dressed manner, looking a little helpless, as if there was nothing he could do about his master's bedtime behavior.
"I am troubled by your appearance, master."
Yes, the robot can't force the owner to do what he doesn't want to do.
Silaire was only responsible for waking Fu Yue up the next day.
But if Fu Yue is really unwilling.
Silaire couldn't force her either.
The lump on the bed was silent for five minutes, then moved slowly.
The dark-haired girl sat up.
She was still wrapped in a soft velvet quilt, only her head was exposed, and her long hair was piled up like seaweed.
Fu Yue barely opened one eye.
His gaze swept across Silaire.
Said: "Are you not crashing now?"