Chapter 907： God descends (18)

The blood of the gods is the primer for the conclusion of the contract.

As for why the Dark God chose to kiss her... it is not clear.

Fu Yue didn't notice this detail either.

It may be preconceived that Ciller was the lover who accompanied her in so many small worlds, so that Fu Yue later ignored a lot of things and didn't think deeply about some things.

And let this proud **** suffer a lot.

Hoddle left like a okay person.

The remaining Fu Yue was about to explode there, her fingers creaking.

The mind calmed down and thought quickly.

Fu Yue slightly lowered her eyelashes, her fingers gradually tightened on the dark velvet quilt on the bed, and the back of her hand burst into blue veins.

The expensive incense burning in the room has been extinguished, and only ashes are left in the incense burner, and the remaining fragrance invades the girl's nerves.

Unprovoked irritability.

Fu Yue thought silently in her heart.

Dark god, Hoddle.

Even the gods in a weak state are powerful enough to heinously.

After traveling through so many small worlds, Fu Yue felt what it was like to be jealous for the first time on an NPC in a plane.

If it was Hoddle in his heyday, then if he was in the heavens, it is estimated that he could barely fight with her original body.

Fu Yue frowned.

How could the small world have such a powerful existence...This is unreasonable.

Then he looked sideways at Ciller, who was lying next to her, in a dead state.

Fu Yue: "..."

She stretched out her hand to squeeze the tall bridge of the man's nose, and covered his nose like a joke. Later, thinking that the robot doesn't seem to need to breathe, Fu Yue put down her hand again angrily.

Urn sound urn airway.

"Ciller, your master was bullied by others, and you are crashing!"

The man didn't respond.

Fu Yue stared at him with such resentment, staring at him all night, until she slowly closed her eyes when the sky was white, she was too sleepy and fell into a dark and sweet dream.

I slept for only two hours.

Fu Yue felt that someone was calling her to get up, so she moved her body impatiently, turned over and lay on the soft sheets, rolled the quilt, and buried her head under the pillow.

Wave again.

Said don't disturb me.

"...Don't make trouble.... I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

But the other party is tirelessly harassing her.

"Master, your magic lesson today is about to begin. If you get up again, you will be late for today's lesson..."

Fu Yue continued to lie on his stomach, holding the soft pillow with both hands, pressing her head under the pillow.

Can't hear, can't hear, can't hear.

She is already dead.

Die everything in class, she wants to sleep.

The robot's blue eyes flashed, and he put away his hands in elegant white gloves, and stood neatly in front of Fu Yue's bed, looking a little helpless, as if he could do nothing about his owner's bed-riding behavior.

"The way you look embarrassed me, Master."

Yes, the robot can't force the owner to do things they don't want to do.

Ciller was only responsible for getting Fu Yue up the next day.

But if Fu Yue is really unwilling.

Ciller could not force her either.

The lump on the bed was quiet for five minutes, and then moved slowly.

The dark-haired girl sat up.

She was still wrapped in a soft velvet quilt, only one head was exposed, and her long hair was piled like seaweed.

Fu Yue reluctantly opened one eye.

His gaze swept across Ciller.

Said: "Are you not going to crash now?"