The cool tongue rolled up pure white ice flowers and sent them back to their mouths casually, as if the snake in the shadow was snatching the prey.

The god's long hair hangs down, neutralizing the cold lines of his jaw. His long eyelashes are also hanging low, and the crimson eyes seem to be filled with ghosts.

No doubt, he enjoyed it all.

——In the long and cold years of the gods, the almost hallucinatory tenderness that they have never experienced before.

Nanting turned his head slightly, avoiding Fanes' next temptation. He did not go any further, but just gently stroked the tip of her ear with his fingers.

It is false to be seduced by the beauty of the Dark God every day and say that there is no touch in my heart.

But because of this, Nanting wanted to keep a distance from Him.

In order to save her life, she could kiss him without any burden and without any distractions.

But now it won't work.

He is like a burning rose, and like a cold abyss.

She was afraid that she would fall down uncontrollably when she got closer.

"You are distracted," a low and dumb voice rang in my ears, "My Saint."

Nanting shook his head gently and pushed Fanes away.

Her fingers accidentally touched the chest of his slightly open neckline, and the beautiful muscles were hewn like marble, and they were poked out in small depressions by her fingertips.

Nanting took a light breath: "Why did you kiss me?"

The God of Darkness grabbed her wrist, preventing her from easily removing her hand from his chest: "Isn't this a pleasant and beautiful thing?"

Nanting shook his head.

Kissing you is afraid of being more happy.

Gods have no moral concepts of humanity, and...their lives are too long.

Humans should not fall in love with the gods. Fortunately, she has not yet, so she should withdraw early.

Farnez's eye feathers drooped on his eyelids: "Since that's the case, why did you kiss me in the Holy Sect, so that I could experience this ultimate happiness?"

Nanting couldn't help but refute: "...This is not the ultimate happiness."

The god's eyes trembled slightly: "?"

Nanting realized that he had let go. It would be really embarrassing if the Dark God pestered her to do that kind of thing.

This guy only knows how to experience happiness, and the virtue of "control" in the Light Camp has nothing to do with him. She doesn't think she can hold on in front of him for how long.

No, why did she want this?

Nanting restrained her thoughts and tried to break her wrist from Fanes's slender fingers.

He let her go, raised his hands and gently stroked the ends of her hair.

"I'll take you to the hot springs first."

There is a hot spring in the villa.

Crystal snowflakes sprinkled from the sky, illuminated by the fluorescent crystals at the edge of the hot spring, melting in the warm water vapor, emitting a blurred and magnificent light. There are also clusters of silver-white bouquets of flowers around the hot spring, and they still maintain a blooming posture even in the snow. Further away are cold pines and cypresses covered with frost flowers.

As soon as he stepped into this place, Elaine couldn't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful. There is no such beautiful scenery in the Elf Forest."

Melville smiled faintly and jumped into the hot spring first.

Today, He wore a snow-white long-sleeved knee-length bathrobe, which made him look beautiful and his skin look better than snow. Even Elaine did not notice any abnormality.

Nanting wore a suspender strapless dress.

The most important thing about taking a hot spring bath is comfort, and she is not as conservative as an elf. The girl's flawless skin stretches in the spring water, giving her a natural and wild beauty.

Fanes, wearing a dress, half-kneeled on the shore and put a piece of dessert on Nanting's lips with a silver fork. His long hair fell on Nanting's collarbone and spread out along the waves of water.

"You didn't eat much just now."

Nanting opened her mouth like a conditioned reflex and swallowed the small piece of pastry, but saw Melville's strange eyes.

The blonde saint swam to her and grabbed her wrist.

"I'll feed you."

Nanting quickly shook his head with laughter and tears: "Your Highness, I just... didn't react just now. Let's go to Elaine's side." After that, the silver-haired girl pulled Melville and swam far away.

Behind him, Fanes narrowed his eyes slightly.

Nanting always felt a little awkward to hold hands with Melville. After traveling far away, she wanted to let go, but was tightened by His backhand.

Nanting's fingertips trembled slightly.

The pale and beautiful boy I saw that night was still in front of her. Taking a hot spring together was already the limit she could accept, and the close physical contact made her feel a little uneasy.

Well, what made her even more uneasy was actually the gaze of the God of Darkness.

He and God of Light have never been against each other, and will not treat her as a "traitor", right?

While Nanting was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a noise coming from the other side.

This is a good opportunity to divert attention. Nanting looked at Melville and Elaine: "Would we go there and have a look? Maybe it's related to what we're going to investigate this time."

Melville nodded slightly, and his long wet hair was softly draped over his shoulders. His golden eyes reflected the cold frost and snow, and his pronunciation became more and more beautiful: "Okay."

After taking the bath towel handed over by Fanes, drying his body and wrapping it in his coat, Nanting walked towards the other side of the villa on the thick snowflakes.

The girl was not wearing shoes, her fair and tender soles did not enter the soft snow, and only her slender ankles and half of her straight and slender calves were exposed.

Fanes sighed softly and quickly chased after him.

The shiny leather boots were buried in the snow, the long cloak with a marten collar was swinging behind him, and the long dark hair was pulling a graceful arc in the snow—

He came behind her, carried her into his arms in his waist, pulled up his cloak to cover the girl's beautiful body.

"We are not familiar with each other." Nanting looked up at him, "——Mr. Consultant."

"But in fact you know that this is just a role-playing." Because of deliberately lowering the voice, the voice of the Dark God was not even louder than the sound of the wind and snow, but it showed a certain classical and mellow texture. "The human body is fragile and will be frozen."

Nanting's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes moved away from Fanes's beautiful face.

“I…was very resistant to freezing when I was a kid.”

The Dark God lowered his head and smiled without hiding the curve of the corners of his lips. He raised his hand and gently stroked Nanting's hair:

"Then I'll let you down?"

This was exactly what Nanting wanted, so she nodded quickly.

"I'm just asking for your opinion," said the Dark God, amused, "but whether or not it is my mood."

"How are you feeling now?" Nanting asked.

"Very good." The god bent his long and narrow rose-colored eyes, and a flash of snow floated by, reflecting the beautiful beauty.

"Then let me down?"

Although it was comfortable to stay in the arms of the Dark God, Nanting didn't want to be special - Melville's eyes were a little unhappy, and it was a task given by the Dark God himself.

Fanes seemed to see through her thoughts and shook her head lazily.

Nanting raised his head and glared at him with his green eyes.

"I'll never let go of my mood." Fanes explained in a bad mood, like a pervert, "Okay, we're about to arrive."

Only then did Nanting notice that there was a pool of water across several pine trees, which seemed to be of the same origin as the hot spring I just soaked.

The guards held spears and shields, and surrounded the edge of the pool water tightly, and were ready to go as if some terrible monsters were alive in the pool.

And North is among these people.

After seeing Nanting and others, His Highness the Prince immediately waved.

"What's inside?" Elaine couldn't help asking.

North coughed lightly: "There were originally a few Sirens here, but..."

"Though said." Melville slowly spread one hand and looked North in the eyes.

"You will know when you see it." North took a few people through the guards and came to the shore.

There were some black pieces of meat piled up in the snow, and there were wisps of darkness lingering on it. Several broken bones popped out of the pieces of meat from time to time, which were both invasive and terrifying.

"What is this?" Nanting asked.

"The Siren's body." North said slowly.

"Why... it turned out like this?" Elaine widened her eyes. The elves could not accept that the complete corpse was so desecrated. "It seems that the bones were bitten. What exactly is it?"

"It is probably another Siren." North sighed softly, "it was probably tempted by the demon, and had fallen into darkness and regarded its companions as food."

At this moment, a dark shadow flashed under the water. It rushed out of the water with a swift momentum and attacked Nanting's head.

Nanting's pupils suddenly shrank, and the distorted face of Siren's blood-sucking and swaying face reflected in the bottom of her eyes.

A broad and cold embrace wrapped her from behind and rushed forward with her.

Nanting's cheeks were barely rubbed against the Siren's claws, and a strand of silver-white hair was cut off by the strong wind.

"I cannot use dark magic in front of the God of Light, otherwise I will be noticed by Him." A man's low and lazy voice came from behind his ears, "So—"

Nanting: "You want to fight with it?"

The cold and soft tongue gently licked/licked her sharp ears: "It's not worthy. I have summoned 'pride' over."

Nanting saw from the corner of his eyes that the void was twisted and a beautiful young man in a blond and white robe walked out. His violet eyes were gentle and gentle, and he bent towards her.

Nanting: I understand, let your demons take the blame.
Chapter completed!