In the gorgeous and luxurious golden palace, the nobles laughed and joking at the court dance, celebrating the birth of the second prince.

Nanting suddenly realized that the pitch-black cloak on her body had turned into a black velvet off-shoulder skirt decorated with star gems, and was wearing lace gloves as elegant as the night sky. The flat shoes that were originally easy to run away turned into slender high heels.

She stood alone among the crowd of dancers. They danced gracefully in their gorgeous clothes, passing by her from time to time, as if they were in another time and space.

In the hazy light emitted by the magic chandelier, a beautiful young man walked towards her.

He was wearing a gorgeous noble dress, his long hair was tied behind his head with a scarlet ribbon, and he casually packed a rose on his chest.

Through the changing figure, Farnes came to Nanting.

He bowed gracefully and handed her a hand wearing white silk gloves.

"Beautiful lady, can I have the honor to invite you to dance together?"

Nanting's lips quietly curled up and placed his hand on the palm of the Dark God.

He chuckled happily, and pulled her hand and danced with the sound of the violin.

The light and shadow of humans are all illusory, only the touch of the fingers and palms, the breath of closeness and separation, and the fragrance of flowers floating in the dark night are real things that cannot be broken.

Nanting stood on tiptoe and leaned into Fanes' ear and asked softly: "Don't you want to bring me here to see the memories of the 'skeleton'? Now, why are you dancing again?"

"You and I are already in memory. What's more,"

Farnes narrowed his eyes lazily.

"What's the difference between coming to the dance and not dancing and not dancing with those pedantic believers of light."

Nanting glanced at the corner, and indeed found several priests holding holy scriptures and holy water. They were wearing wide robes with white background and gold edges, with a solemn and solemn expression, which was incompatible with the atmosphere of the dance.

After taking a few dance steps with Farnes, she spoke again: "Who do they bring holy water to baptize?"

"No," Farnes lowered his head slightly and whispered to Nanting's ear, "Do you want to go over and take a look?"

"I want to finish this dance first." Nanting whispered.

The Dark God lowered his long eyelashes and laughed softly: "I will satisfy your wish."

The two of them no longer talked, and only had the slightest rubbing of the fabric when they were in contact with their limbs.

The dance ends.

Nanting's breathing was slightly rapid, and her cheeks were still stained with a light blush.

Farnes stared at her calmly. Suddenly, he raised his hand and gently rubbed her cheeks.

Nanting grabbed the god's wrist: "What are you doing?"

"Like an apple." The Dark God spoke in admiration.

Nanting: "?"

Is there anyone who praises people like this?!

"It should taste good." Fanes' lips moved slightly, and the crimson tongue gently licked his pointed teeth.

Nanting suddenly felt a chill on his spine.

The devil seems to be, can eat people.

She changed the subject with a desire to survive: "Let's go over there and have a look?"

The dance party had been suspended, and the king and the queen were sitting on the throne high, and the nurse came forward with a baby with blue eyes waiting for the priest to baptize him.

Nanting stared at the baby, feeling familiar inexplicably: "He won't be..."

"Your skeleton servant." The Dark God leaned on a stone pillar and spoke with a laziness.

After the baptism, the baby is placed on an embroidered carpet filled with crowns, holy grails, long swords, scepters, scriptures, etc.

He did not cry, but widened his sapphire-like eyes and looked at the things around him.

Finally, the fleshy little hand fell on the hilt of the sword inlaid with gems.

The king's long eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Praise my God, and His Highness will become a knight of honor." The priest walked up and chanted loudly with the badge of light, "He will uphold the virtues of humility, mercy, bravery, and pursue morality, pursue justice, and judge injustice with the sword in his hand..."

The priest's voice slowly fell, and time and space suddenly shattered in front of Nanting's eyes like glass. She was almost frightened, and at this time a big hand gently covered the back of her palm.

"Follow me." The god whispered in the cracks of time and space.

Nanting held Farnez's hand tightly and accelerated to keep up with him.

In the imperial garden full of rare grasses, two young men practiced with wooden swords in their forehands.

The older boy had short chestnut hair. The younger boy—namely Nanting’s skeleton—had soft long blonde hair.

"Brother, you lost." said the blonde boy.

"Haha," Li Fa Shao Young sneered, "Lian, I gave you one move."

Ryan lowered his head slightly, and a smile appeared on his fair cheeks: "Come again."

The boy Lifa threw the sword: "I want to govern the country, so I don't practice swords with barbarians like you!"

Ryan took a deep breath, and without saying a word, picked up the sword from the ground and practiced at the wooden man in the garden.

The sun was shining, and beads of sweat oozing out of the boy's forehead.

He untied his bow tie, tied it behind his head as a ribbon, and tied his gorgeous long blonde hair.

Then, continue practicing.

As if tireless.

Nanting took the initiative to hold Fanes's hand: "Let's go to the next node."

The God of Darkness held up her hand, put it on her lips and kissed her: "...Please come with me, my lady."

Nanting glanced at him quietly: "You seem to have a lot of fun?"

"No." The Dark God bent his eyes happily, "like reading a novel."

Nanting: "...you still like reading."

"Of course. Do you still remember what I told you?" The God of Darkness came in anger, and he held her hand and ran in the broken phantom, "—This world is a book."

Nanting tried to keep up with Fanes's footsteps, and she didn't even have time to worry that her identity as a "female supporting actress in books" would be exposed.

"I dreamed of this book when I was exiled by the light." said the God of Darkness regretfully, "It's a pity that it's broken."

Nanting remembered the ending in the book.

With the blessing of the power of the gods, the Holy Maiden of Light held the "Sun Scepter" and the "Scepter of the Moon" and completely wiped out the Dark God.

Then the novel is over, and the CP's emotional line has not been explained clearly.

The CP of the Saint of Light is naturally the God of Light.

Nanting resisted the urge to communicate gossip with the Dark God and forced himself to suppress his curiosity: "Mr. Mian, let's continue to look back."

The pictures in the distance gradually change, turning into blue sky and snow-capped mountains, and the river passes through the blue grassland.

The handsome blonde knight was carrying a great sword and walking in the wilderness, carrying the head of his prey in his hand, and was about to go to the city to exchange for a bounty.

At this time, a distant dragon roar came from the distance.

The knight suddenly looked up, and the wings of the dragon covering the sun were reflected in his eyes.

"Dragon!!" Nanting was excited. This was the first time she had seen such a mythical creature.

The Dark God bent his eyes slightly: "Do you want to stand on the dragon's back and take a look?"

"Is that OK?" The girl's green eyes fluttered, "But these... are all illusions."

"Although the illusion can have an entity," said the Dark God, "but I thought about it, you should prefer the real 'dragon'."

He slowly raised a hand with distinct joints and tore a hole in the void.

A huge black dragon was pulled out like this!

"Ao!"

The black dragon had no majesty that matched its body shape. He circled around Nanting like a chicken on the ground, then lay on the ground, and spoke in accusation: "Mian, Mian, you actually disturbed me to sleep QAQ."

The Dark God narrowed his eyes slightly.

The black dragon felt the murderous aura and immediately buried his face in the grass, as quiet as a chicken.

At this time, Nanting had already left the God of Darkness behind her head. She quietly slipped to the black dragon, looked at the scales as smooth as obsidian, and even wanted to touch them.

"Do you want to touch me, Your Highness?" A low voice rang over Nanting's head.

"Are you also a member of the Dark Temple?" Nanting asked without answering.

"Yes." said the Black Dragon, "When humans were not yet civilized, the Crown had saved me. Therefore, I dedicated my long life to the darkness."

"You are the saint of the crown, and I will serve you as I serve Him." The black dragon rarely became serious.

Nanting was a little flattered: "Then I'll touch it."

The black dragon shook his tail quietly, bringing a strong wind: "Come on~"
To be continued...