The decadent atmosphere was swallowed by coldness and darkness, and the candles swaying with red light were instantly extinguished.

The door opened with a creaking sound and closed silently.

The sound of footsteps approaching step by step came from the darkness.

Nanting stood beside the bed, her legs were wrapped around Mercator's tail.

In the shadows, the god's cheeks were getting closer and closer. His dark red pupils had stretched into a thin line, and his wings spread out behind him like a growing black forest.

The succubus had already been so scared that he collapsed beside him, his tail slid weakly from Nanting's leg, trembling and chanting a prayer for God's forgiveness.

"Lord of the Darkest Abyss, please forgive me for my sins..."

The Dark God ignored the succubus's request, but walked straight to Nanting, lowered his dark and narrow eyes and stared at her.

Nanting subconsciously took two steps back, and the Dark God took a step forward. She retreated again, but her back was already against the cold wall.

Nanting took a deep breath, trying to break the stalemate, but he didn't know how to speak.

——Tell him that she was just trying to save this succubus?

But why should she explain her emotional life to him?

It's just a relationship between superiors and subordinates.

There is no virtue of "chastity" in the law of the temple of darkness.

As hesitated, the god's slender fingers had already clasped her wrist and pressed them against the wall behind her.

He leaned slightly, his long hair flooding her collarbone like a tide of darkness.

The suffocation feeling of the sea water was snatching Nanting. But she realized it was an illusion that the aura of this god was too strong, which made her temporarily hold her breath.

The god's long eyelashes drooped gently, and there was a fog of nothingness hidden under his deep red eyes.

"If you need service," his voice was quiet and quiet, "I will provide it. Instead of letting this inferior succubus blasphemy you."

Nanting didn't react for a while.

“What…service?”

The Dark God's Adam's apple moved slightly, and gasped softly, and his rosy eyes slowly moved to the bed next to him. The succubus who had just fallen to the inconspicuous corner of the wall, covering his eyes and covering his ears.

Nanting:...

She gasped and her voice became lighter and smaller: "Mianxia, ​​I... asked you if you provided it before, just a joke."

Farnez's fingertips rubbed her veins and spoke slowly:

"So you're... deceiving the gods."

The Dark God became serious, his usual idleness turned into a strong sense of oppression, and Nanting's cold sweat was about to emerge.

If I had known today, I wouldn’t have been having fun at the beginning.

Nanting felt inexplicably a little injustices, but he was worried about Mercator's injury and struggled gently: "...you hurt my hand."

Her words seemed to remind the gods. He pursed his lips slightly, slowly letting go of his big hand, gracefully lifting the back of her palm, and putting her wrists beside her lips to breathe gently.

Nanting felt itchy.

The cold lips brushed across the blood vessels and skin, and they had clearly never touched each other, but they had a kind of close and distant tweet, which was more eager to touch the skin than to kiss it.

His lowered eyelids and gorgeous side face attracted her attention like dazzling stars.

Nanting wanted to move his hand away, but his cold and slender fingers tighter.

Blood surging deep in the veins, and the dark elements in the body slowly flow back to the heart through this.

I didn't feel anything at all... Now, I feel my heartbeat frequency being pivoted by those dark elements, as if the pointer of the bell tower was aimlessly flying in the dark night.

The young succubus in the corner of the wall gasped like a mosquito, pulled back Nanting's thoughts.

Her eyes moved away from Fanes's face and looked towards the corner deep in the darkness.

Meccato covered his abdomen, the front of the dark black overalls hung down, the white shirt unbuttoned a few buttons, and dark red blood oozed out from his fingers... His face looked too pale, as if he was about to die due to excessive blood loss at any time.

Nanting's pupils expanded slightly, and she suddenly broke free from the hand held by the Dark God, and came to the succubus side and half-squatted down.

The succubus' cheeks were pale to almost transparent, and his slightly frowned silver-white eyebrows showed his pain.

Nanting's eyes moved downward and looked at the young man's fingers.

At the abdomen of the succubus, there were fragments of half a glass of wine glass embedded!

Logically speaking, even if the wine glass is broken, it is impossible to have such a great force that will cause such serious injuries.

Nanting quickly realized that this was the trick of "lust/desire" seeing Mercator being upset.

——How could a demon have any good intentions?

The succubus' body is not as strong as ordinary demons. If it cannot be cured or replenished, it is extremely likely that it will die of blood loss.

The boy's thin and soft lips trembled slightly, raised his slender eyelashes, looked at Nanting deeply, and a fleeting satisfaction appeared in his pink crystal-like eyes.

Then, his head tilted and he was unconscious in the corner of the wall. His white and slender fingers drooped weakly, and his long snow-white hair was dyed with a gorgeous crimson color.

"He must be treated as soon as possible." Nanting murmured to herself. Mercator helped her in the abyss, and what she looked down upon was the extremely revengeful behavior of "lust/desire".

"You want to save him?"

The cold voice of the god came from behind.

Nanting turned around and his eyes crashed into a flash of redness as beautiful as a rose window.

Fanes' long hair and wings were dyed with thick ink in the night, his face was like a frosted statue, but his thin lips curled up slightly, as if he was smiling.

Nanting nodded.

"There are two ways." The Dark God's breathing stagnated for a while, and he slowly raised a finger, "The first type is to kill him, and the soul of the succubus will revive in the abyss."

"I'll choose the second one."

Nanting knew that the soul after waking up was equivalent to a piece of white paper.

"If you contract with him, you can share the magic of your body with him." Fanes's voice was cold and elegant, like a cello playing, "but in this way, you also need to bear the corresponding price."

"What's the price?" Nanting asked.

"Unless anyone among you dies, the contract cannot be terminated." The God of Darkness narrowed his eyes gently, "and you could have contracted to a demon as powerful as 'arrogance'."

Nanting chuckled, his green eyes shining with a glimmer.

"The reason why the mage is powerful is not because of the summoning objects but because of itself. Okay, please tell me the method of the contract."

"Although your choice is unpleasant to me," the God of Darkness held Nanting's hand from behind, guiding her to bend down, "but I appreciate your awareness."

Nanting's index finger was held by Fanes with two fingers and reached into the succubus boy's wound.

The glass fragments scratched the silver-haired girl's fingers, and her bright red blood dripped down and fell into the succubus' blood.

The God of Darkness guided her to dip her fingers in blood and outline the talisman of the anti-pentagram on the floor.
Chapter completed!