100 Ways to Get the Male God

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【Story 12】

【Ansier Fanwai】

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"Quick, withdraw!"

The huge column was crumbling, and a frozen throne stood on the ruins. The young man opened his eyes slightly, the scepter floated in the air in front of him, and the magicians in the black cloaks spit out blood and looked horrified.

"……devil……"

Being called a devil by a black magician makes people feel a little subtle.

However, everyone understands that it does not refer to the heart of the devil, but to the strength of the devil.

And, devilish indifference.

The youth's expression was always indifferent, sitting quietly, like an exquisite ice and snow sculpture.

He flipped his slender fingers gently, the scepter hung in the air on the white fingers, and the snow lingered.

The Black Mage was horrified.

...

The time is very long, but because there is no wind and no sound, there is no way to calculate the passage of time.

The chains were entwined, and the soul-piercing nails were nailed to the collarbone and wrist.

The pure snow color was imprisoned in the Demon Prison.

Until one day a hundred years later, the prison opened its doors to welcome its new owner.

Yes, new owner.

That girl's talent in black magic was something that Anselm had never seen before.

Bingyin's eyes stared at each other flatly.

——This is the one chosen by the Demon Prison.

In a way, his enemy.

However, the enemy melted the soul-piercing nail and slowly approached him.

Ansier never understood kissing and love, but he could only open his eyes wide, feeling that he had become strange, not only did he not feel disgusted at all, he even bit his lips and was slightly dissatisfied as the girl gasped.

She is too weak.

Bingyin's pupils stared at her, and when the pleasure of lust overwhelmed his reason, he just thought.

she is too weak...

He didn't have any emotional fluctuations in his life, but since then, he has become not like himself.

If her mind falls elsewhere, he will be unhappy. Slightly displeased, it showed to the pure spirit that reason had completely fallen.

There are many things she doesn't know.

Like the five-star medal.

The old magician saw the girl's talent for black magic. The young man was imprisoned on the high platform by the chains alone, and looked down at the kind-looking magician below. He lowered his eyes slightly, but thought plainly:

Can only kill.

Even if only the opponent's formation can break the curse of the Demon Prison. Even if the other party is a bright magician.

But he doesn't care.

A hundred years ago, he was the leader of the light.

But a hundred years later, he can choose to be the enemy of the world and stand on the side of black magic. As long as the girl he likes, he chooses the dark direction.

No reason, just support.

The old magician expressed his sincerity with a medal, so that the elf boy believed that he would not tell the secret.

"Worth it? She may never know." the old magician asked softly.

The snow-colored elf just frowned at him.

Like a nonsense.

The soul-binding lock began to melt, and the severe pain penetrated the soul, and the boy whispered, his voice still clear and steady: "It's not to let her know."

The old magician was stunned.

Textbooks say that elves are the purest race.

Never say wrong.

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However, a long time later, after being ordered to sleep in the study by the precious daughter-in-law again, the elf blinked, and the indifferent voice was instantly aggrieved:

"I was for you back then..."

Bittersweet, the most useful.

The boy who happily rolled the sheets thought.