Chapter 937： God descends (48)

Originally, Fu Yue was slapped by Hoddle's unconscious action, and her heartbeat missed a beat.

Then this guy said the next sentence.

"Did you put any curse on me?"

Very horrible.

Obviously, this guy is still a straight and incomprehensible guy.

Fu Yue's girl's heart snapped and shattered.

"……roll!"

Fu Yue broke free of Hoddle's hand, and patted it back unceremoniously, "This is not a curse. I am a little human being incapable of harming you, the noble Dark God."

Hoddle looked at her and said slowly: "I don't believe it."

Fu Yue: "Believe it or not."

Hoddle: "..."

Just when the two of them stared at them, the door of Fu Yue's bedroom was pushed open from the outside, and a slender hand came into view.

Fu Yue and Hoddle both turned their heads, and cast their eyes to the door.

The man standing at the door.

A blond beauty with a long jade body, her sapphire-like eyes, occasionally flashing melancholy.

It's Ciller.

Fu Yue: "..."

She looked at Cyrel, the expressionless robot standing in the doorway, and then at the dark **** Hodder, who was standing in front of her with air-conditioning.

The corners of the girl's crimson lips twitched.

The thing she worries most still happened.

The two little sweets met.

The long-awaited Shura Field is here, oh, it’s great~

Cyrel pursed his lips, looking at the girl in the bedroom and the man next to her, with dark blue eyes, and his hands on his side gradually clenched into fists.

Who is next to the master?

Why did the master stay with him early in the morning?

They...were together last night? What did they do together?

Is this the partner chosen by the owner?

Does the master no longer want him?

One question mark after another came out of Siler's mind.

The robot's beautiful face flashed in a daze, his blue eyes were dumbfounded, his thin lips gradually pursed, and the look in Fu Yue's eyes was soft and aggrieved.

The master can't let Ciller.

Cyrel has nothing, only the master...

Fu Yue was fluttered by him.

This robot has an expression of a bitter woman catching a **** in the bed.

This, this feels really fucking.

The black-haired girl raised her soft paws and waved at Ciller, her white sharpened face showed a good smile, looking pure and innocent.

"Good morning~ Ciller."

Fu Yue felt a death gaze coming from nearby.

Without a doubt, it was the fellow Hoddle staring at her.

The smile on the girl's face was a little stiff.

Cyrel walked over to Fu Yue very obediently, squatted down and held her hand. Blue eyes gazed at her softly, and said softly, "Master is awake, do you want to wash now?"

Fu Yue's hand was held.

She felt the line of sight on her back getting colder.

The Dark God stared coldly at the hand where Ciller was holding Fu Yue.

"Ah."

There was a sneer.

Fu Yue naturally pretended not to hear, and then realized what Ciller was talking to her.

The girl's eyes lit up and nodded hurriedly.

Yes, of course!

She wished to leave this damned Shura field immediately!

Fu Yue glanced sideways at Hoddle, not surprisingly, he glared fiercely, the look of the knife, whoosh.

Fu Yue touched her nose awkwardly, pretending not to see, then got out of bed and stepped on slippers and walked out of the house, seemingly indifferent: "I'm going to wash first, you two are free."

After speaking, the girl also left like Fei.

Shut the door smoothly.