Taming the Dark Lord

CHAPTER 114

Chapter 114

    When Amelia went back with a full bouquet of flowers, the god was sitting by the window, with white hair hanging loose, sharp and handsome eyes, and the sunlight falling on the corners of his eyes did not make them soft.

    He heard the movement, and turned his eyes to look: "Where are you going?"

    Amelia showed Him the bouquet of flowers in her arms, and pushed the door in: "Go pick flowers in the garden." As soon as

    she came in, the smell filled the whole space, The god raised his eyebrows and asked: "Have you seen those sacrifices?"

    Amelia was startled: "Sacrifice?" The

    god wrote lightly: "Your soul has been polluted, and those humans who look like you are filling the soul. The best nourishment."

    Amelia quickly realized that the pollution he said was when the God of Light possessed her body to premeditate her body, and the soul had briefly blended with her, leaving a scar on her soul. A few traces.

    The god continued to talk, and his fingers automatically touched and entangled with hers: "I'll take care of it in a few days, and you can just eat it."

    Eating...

    wouldn't be the kind of food she wanted, would it?

    Amelia's expression was complicated, her grief and indignation suddenly disappeared, and instead she genuinely sympathized with those girls, knowing that this 'handling' would not be a gentle method.

    She tentatively asked: "...how to eat?" The

    god's eyes were strange: "Eat whatever you want." Do you still want to dip in the seasoning? His eyes said so.

    Amelia: "..." Forget it, let's talk about it later.

    She fell silent.

    After a while, the god asked again: "Don't you have anything to ask?" The

    sudden meekness and obedience of the saint made the god a little surprised. He scratched her palm casually and brought a plate of snacks in front of her.

    What to ask, do you have to ask knowingly?

    The feeling of irritability rose again, she quickly stuffed a snack, suppressed the anger in her heart, and said perfunctorily: "Oh, what kind of pollution, I don't know.

    " The words kept coming to his ears one after another. He said that the plague that year was still firmly attached to her soul, and said... Anyway, she just refused to mention anything related to the gods.

    Amelia became more and more angry.

    He hasn't planned to tell the truth until now, is he planning to hide it from her for the rest of his life?

    Well, since He refuses to speak, let her speak.

    The anger from the provocative and contemptuous eyes of those girls surged up again, adding fuel to the fire, breaking the string of reason in his brain.

    Amelia laughed, Yunlan's eyes sank, like a bottomless sea: "There is no need to be so troublesome, I have a more convenient way."

    She held the finger of the god with her backhand, and pulled him to walk Beside the bed, the darkness was unclear, so he walked along her strength and met the saint's eyes.

    "Do you remember? The spell I once cast on you." The saint smiled, and her white fingers slid up the skirt of the dress, and landed on the lower lip of the god, passing like a dragonfly.