Darkness spread, pressing against Nanting's spine, bringing the illusion of almost suffocation.

She supported one hand next to the cheek of the god in the coffin, so that she could not kneel on the ground under this terrifying pressure.

The chorus of human voices sounded behind the void, and the sarcasm of the organ was far and solemn. It was like millions of saints singing scriptures, calling on the sleeping gods to come to the world.

But after another flash of consciousness, Nanting realized that this magnificent and gorgeous voice was just the auditory hallucination she produced in a strange atmosphere.

The long eyelashes of the god crow trembled slightly, as if the next second they would open their scarlet and evil eyes, tearing her, the blasphemer who dared to disturb Him, into pieces and swallowing them into her belly.

As his thoughts turned, Nanting's eyes were attracted by his beautiful rose-like lips, and his crimson lips were like the sweetest forbidden fruit, seducing the girl who dared to look directly at the gods.

By the way, she lowered her head, and her long silver hair dyed on her dark wings like frost and snow.

Taking a deep breath with the last reason, Nanting kissed the god's thin lips.

Soft and cold...

The lingering relationship between lips and tongue has not yet arrived, darkness swallowed her.

Neither pleasure nor pain.

Only the boundless darkness wrapped around her body from behind.

A low sneer rang in my ears.

"Little blasphemer, open your eyes."

Nanting immediately tightened her shoulders like a fur, looking at the darkness around her with a defensive look: "What..."

At this time, a faint coolness came from the lips.

Nanting's consciousness returned to her body, and she opened her eyes and saw an incredible scene.

She was lying in the dark and soft wings of the god, and He was stroking her lips with his long fingers with his pleasant and leisurely smile.

Shen Youyou raised his eyelashes, and a pair of narrow and clear red eyes hit her eyes.

It was like the millions of roses moistened with the blood of sin bloomed at the same time, and they took away all her attention in a strong and lonely way.

Just as she was about to open her mouth and say something, his fingers penetrated, his fingertips were cold, and he kneaded her lips and tongue.

Nanting:?

She stared at the green eyes and looked at the gods.

The God of Darkness chuckled.

"Why... it's so comfortable..." He gently touched it with his fingers, but his expression seemed innocent and confused.

Nanting quickly realized that the gods were talking about kissing.

She bit His slender fingers in resentment.

The god's thin lips opened slightly, and he let out a vague and pleasant whisper.

"Continue." He raised his body with his arms, spread half of the wings that wrapped around his body, and the whole God covered her.

Nanting:!

This god... is not wearing any clothes!

Nan Tingsheng closed her eyes undesirably, but the flushing at the ends of her eyes and slightly undulating chest still showed her inner uneasiness.

The Dark God lowered his eyes and glanced at her coldly.

"Shallow and ignorant humanity." He stood up with a depressed smile, his wings shook, and the pure darkness woven into a gorgeous robe.

Nanting lay in the coffin with the body.

It is best for the Dark God to leave quickly, don’t care about the fate of cannon fodder like her!

"You." The god floating in the air looked back, and his long silk-like black hair lay leisurely on his moving wings.

I?

Suddenly being named, Nanting sat up from the coffin a little stiffly, lowering his eyes to wait to listen to the oracle.

Although my heart vowed that if I could go out alive, I would make the God of Darkness look good after I became stronger. But this is not inconsistent with bowing to Him now.

"I don't hate you." He looked cold and lazy, "very few humans can do this."

Nanting: “…so?”

"So if you want to survive, sign a contract with me."

At some point, a long scroll appeared in the palm of the Dark God, extending from the air to the floor covered with bones.

Nanting's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Equivalent exchange is the principle of the demon." The God of Dark glanced at the sculptures of the seven demonic grand dukes in the corner of the tomb. "My apostles witnessed this."

The air was silent for a moment, and Nanting tried her best to distinguish the obscure content of the contract. It was the common term for dark creatures. She inherited the original owner's language ability and could recognize one or two of them slightly.

Including but not limited to:

1. Offering supreme loyalty to darkness;

2. Enter the interior of the Temple of Light;

3. Collect intelligence from the Light faction;

4. Revitalize the dark forces and build...

To sum it up, there are only three words: working people.

I thought that I could get rid of such a fate after traveling through time, Nanting sighed in her heart, it was because she was too young.

"Although the skeletons of young girls are a good collection, they," the eyes of the Dark God flashed over the dense white bones on the ground, "I don't mind having another companion."

His tone was patient and gentle: "But I still hope..."

"I'll sign!" Nan Ting's eyes were cold, he pressed the edge of the coffin and jumped down.

Can be before landing.

The dark god flashed and took her into his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the back of her neck lightly: "This is a reward for you."

Compared to the kiss in lovers, it is more like a vampire duke measuring prey.

Nanting resisted the urge to slap his backhand.

The way of thinking of a perverted villain is really different from that of a normal person.

The Dark God moved his lips away and whispered close to the tip of her ear: "Then sign it." He picked up her finger and gently pressed it on the contract.

A strange and unpredictable force flowed through Nanting's whole body from her fingertips. She only felt that her soul seemed to be inextricably linked to an existence located at an infinite height.

"Very good." The Dark God bent his eyes happily, "Your name is Nanting, I like this name."

The girl in the god's arms raised her head: "Can I know the name of my contractor?"

"Of course." The Dark God placed her in a small rose bush on the edge of the bones, took two steps back, and floated in the air again.

"Listen, I'll only say it once."

Nanting nodded.

"Fanès." The ancient obscure syllables bloomed between the thin lips, and the strings of time and space trembled slightly, "This is what the devil calls me."

The demon statues that were silent around seemed to be responding with a low echo.

"Under the Crown of Farnes." Nanting repeated.

The God of Dark nodded slightly with satisfaction: "Remember, don't mention my name in the Holy City of Light. That will attract the attention of the God of Light."

Nanting nodded in understanding.

"Very good," the Dark God curled his lips slightly, "The person who picked you up to the Holy City is here, and you can almost set off."

Could it be what she thought?

Nanting's brow frowned slightly: "Are you referring to the chief Paladin?"

The Dark God nodded for granted: "In human words, it's just the way."

"Mr.," Nanting felt like he was about to split, "He is here to kill me."

"With me here, you won't be killed."

Nanting decided to change his mind and convince him: "Even if not, after I am taken back to the Holy City, I will be sent to the Inquisition and the stolen frame, and I will not have the chance to be an undercover agent at all."

"My apostle will help you." The God of Darkness glanced at the statue in the corner of the hall and raised his hand casually.

Amid the earth and the mountains were shaken, ferocious and vicious demons were freed from the seal of the holy image, and immediately turned into human form and fell to the gods.

The leader was a handsome young man with long golden hair. He humbly lowered his golden eyelashes and his voice was clean and ethereal: "Mr., what are your instructions?"

The Dark God issued an oracle in some language that Nanting couldn't understand.

The demons lowered their heads deeply: "Follow your will."

"Then," the Dark God curled up a strand of Nanting's silver hair with his fingertips and placed it in front of him to look carefully, "Goodbye?"
To be continued...