The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

The demon muttered under his breath, "What now?"

She doesn't seem to want to deal with them anymore.

The angel was relatively calm, looking at the devil coldly, "Apologize to her."

"I know."

The angel looks more like a calm and sensible brother, while the devil looks like a vicious and naughty younger brother who has to clean up the mess for the younger brother.

The demon whispered, "But she hates me and doesn't want me anymore."

His tone was soft and lost.

She probably didn't even want to see him.

At this moment, the demon didn't have the aura of a dark lord at all. Instead, it looked like a cub that had fallen out of favor, whimpering softly.

The angel was silent for a while, and continued to shut himself up.

But she doesn't want him anymore.

The long and slender eyelashes of ice and snow drooped slightly, suppressing the loss in the eyes, biting the slender lips slightly, leaving shallow tooth marks.

The devil suddenly said, as if he had made up his mind, "Let's go find her secretly at night."

He didn't look at the angel, but looked away, and said in a low voice, "If she doesn't like me, I don't have to come out in the future, or I can... separate from you."

Anyway...he is the same as the angel, and it's okay without him.

Even if it costs a lot to separate from the main body...it doesn't matter.

The angel suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, his beautiful pupils were icy cold, and whispered word by word, "I don't agree."

He didn't expect that the demon who always wanted to squeeze him out before would give up willingly.

The demon was silent for a while, then snorted softly, "How could I really give her to you."

How could it be so easy to give up.

That was the person he saw through the prophetic mirror hundreds of years ago.

He waited so long.

The Omen mirror told him to follow the trajectory and not disturb in advance, otherwise the world would deviate from the original trajectory, which might affect her.

So he clearly saw that she was getting along well with the angel, and he wanted to itch to come out, but he restrained himself.

"Go to her room tonight."

Even if you hang on, you can't leave.

Said the devil.

Angels and demons are united.

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Luo Ci kept sighing in the quilt, really sad.

It's not just about clarifying with the demon card fragments... There's also the question of how to get along with them in the future.

Will they always be like this?

Just thinking about how seamlessly she spends time with the angel and then the demon after that time is... weird.

Although one person, the consciousness is separate.

And the other party is fully aware of what happened to her and the other party.

very strange...

There will still be a sense of guilt in my heart, as if I have done something sorry to them.

Luo Ci silently thought, if this happens again in the future...

OK.

The current situation is very bad.

My head hurts enough to scratch my hair.

The little devil rolled on the bed wrapped in a quilt, tossing and turning.

The butler knocked on the door at the right time, with a just right smile on his face, "This is your dinner for today."

On the tray is a transparent crystal cup, filled with bright red blood, surrounded by purple light, the capacity of a whole cup is actually quite large.

Luo Ci looked at the crystal cup, paused for a while, reached out to take it, and asked aloud, "What about him?"

The butler was stunned for a moment before returning, "My lord is resting in the room."

She responded slowly, "Oh..."

Seeing that she was holding the cup without moving, the housekeeper couldn't help reminding, "Drink it quickly."

He had to watch the little master finish his drink to complete the task.

The little devil looked down at the cup of blood. The taste and color were different from before, so it was a fragment of the devil card.

It turns out that different forms of blood are also different.

She drank it all in one gulp, put it back on the tray, and looked at the butler quietly, looking obedient and docile.

After the butler left, Luo Ci felt dizzy and her thinking slowed down many times, as if she was drunk, she covered her forehead with her little hand, her dark red eyes were foggy.

She is not feeling well now.

She has to lie down and rest, yes, lie down and rest.

The little wings waved slowly, flying unsteadily across the room.

She seemed to be unable to find the bed no matter how hard she looked, she turned around the room for quite a while but still couldn't find where the bed was, and then slowly flew out of the window. I went in and looked at each room, but none were suitable, and finally came to the largest room.

She saw the black crystal coffin at a glance, her dark red eyes lit up, she rushed in quickly, closed the coffin lid and rested.

It's more comfortable here.

Her exclusive coffin was placed inside the necklace. When she was unconscious, she completely ignored this point. She only knew to find a comfortable place to rest, and she recovered after the rest.

...

The butler left with the tray, but he hadn't recovered from the shock in his heart. His Majesty actually regarded himself as the other party's supporter. Isn't this like the blood servant of the blood clan?

His Majesty's blood is so precious, just a little bit can rejuvenate any dark creature, yet such a cup is given out, and it looks like it will be like this in the future.

The butler forced himself to wake up and maintain the behavior that a good butler should have. He went to His Majesty's room, knocked on the door lightly, and was about to report the situation when a cold voice came from inside, "Go down."

Although indifferent, it seems that there are other inexplicable emotions.

It seems... better than in the afternoon?

The butler didn't stay, and left in a timely manner, and told all the attendants not to approach the second floor.

Inside the black crystal coffin.

The devil silently looked at the little guy who had slipped in and jumped onto him. She hugged him dazedly, rubbing against him as if smelling something delicious, which made the devil's depressed mood instantly happy.

Now he would not let the angel out, he had never been with her like this before.

Although he didn't quite understand why she became like this after drinking his blood, but even when she was in a daze, she still ran to him, didn't she... She didn't hate him.

This greatly pleases the demon.

Overcompensation is a common problem of angels and demons.

Contrary to the original plan, he originally planned to go to her at night while she was asleep. She must be sleeping in his small coffin.

He is the lord of demons, so he can open her coffin, take her out secretly, and then let the angel wrap her in her wings to rest, and she cannot leave easily if she is wrapped, even if she is dependent.

Big deal... just show weakness.

He took the opportunity to let the angel coax her.

This was the original plan.

But I didn't expect his blood to have such a big reaction to her, as if he was drunk.

He lightly touched her small horns with his fingers, and after thinking for a while, a pair of dark horns slowly appeared on the top of his head, approached slightly, and touched lightly with her sharp horns that hadn't grown yet.

It felt... strange.