"So," the silver-haired girl raised her head slightly, her eyes as clear as jade, "Where are you asking for my kiss?"

If he answers "lover", or "competeer", maybe she can give him a chance.

Her slender fingers rubbed her jaw. The god tilted his head slightly, and the endless sea of ​​flowers reflected in his eyes.

"Your devil servant, isn't it?"

Nanting shook his head: "...Mian, stop joking with me anymore."

A sigh appeared on the dark god's lips, but he immediately smiled: "These roses were planted by me."

Nanting looked up at the crimson ocean: "So many are?"

The god lowered his eyebrows and smiled softly: "I only planted the first branch."

He turned slightly and stretched out a hand to her: "Come with me? I have never brought anyone here...well, neither is the devil."

Nanting hesitated for a while. At this time, Fanes had already held her hand and led her to the depths of the roses.

In the crimson sea of ​​flowers, the god with wings on his back was holding a girl in black dress and silver hair, as if she was completing a waltz.

I don't know how long I ran.

Nanting's breathing was a little rapid, and her cheeks were thin red. The hem of the skirt was even scratched by the thorns on the rose, making it difficult to cover the girl's straight and slender calves.

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers is a cliff, and further away is a sea with glittering light. The crimson crescent moon has fallen at some point, dragging out a shimmering reflection on the sea.

"It's so open." Nanting couldn't help but exclaim, "I didn't expect there was such a beautiful place in the abyss."

The God of Darkness smiled and rubbed the ends of her hair: "My Saint, how can you be prejudiced against the abyss."

Nanting's green eyes bent into a pair of crescent moons, and the hazy red light gently covered her white jade-like cheeks: "Can you take me over and take a look?"

The Dark God was stunned.

The slender fingers with distinct joints flew across Nanting's eyes, and a low smile was sent by the wind: "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

Nanting looked sideways and faced a pair of magnificent eyes: "...Your thoughts are so easy to guess."

As soon as this sentence came down, Nanting's cheek was gently pinched.

The slender fingertips clamped a small piece of fair skin and pulled it like punishment.

She glared at him.

The Dark God raised his long eyelashes, smiled lazy, and picked her up in the waist. The black wings spread out, and he took her to the crimson crescent moon in the distance.

Nanting:!!!

"Why do you need to hug me like this?"

Fanes looked down at her.

The long dark hair was swept up by the wind and brushed across her cheeks.

"Your skirt is broken," he put his finger in and gently lifted her knees, "It's all the fault of Rose."

"Is this related to how to hold on?" Nanting asked back.

Without waiting for the Dark God to answer, she stretched out her hand and tore the cumbersome and complicated ruffles apart.

The sound of the silk splitting is gorgeous and beautiful, and the ethereal sound of the wind becomes a response.

The wide skirt fell from between the thighs and turned into a witch's small dress. The girl's slender and even legs were smeared with a hazy halo by the blood moon.

Fanes looked away and his knuckles tightened slightly.

"Why pinch me?" Nanting stared at him.

The moon is dark, and the pale cheeks of the gods are also illuminated by the red moon, outlining the charming facial features.

"……No."

Nanting grabbed Fanes' wrist: "Huh? Why are your hands a little unstable?"

Fanes's eyes twitched slightly: "…Nantine."

Nanting looked up at him.

The lines of this god's jaw are as beautiful as a knife, like those marble statues in the temple.

"You're blushing." After careful observation, she whispered.

The dark god's face remained unchanged: "...you blushed too."

Nanting immediately reached out to cover her face, and a pair of green eyes appeared from her fingers: "That's because the moonlight is red!"

"You know, too," the Dark God spoke happily, "so I didn't blush."

Nanting snorted and ignored him.

The two fell on the crimson crescent moon, below the shimmering sea, and further away was a fog of nothingness.

Nanting rubbed her cheeks: "I didn't expect that the moon was really...bent."

After silently reciting it several times in her heart, she accepted this fact after she had thought about it in her previous life that she did not apply here.

Fanes' lips curled slightly: "Do you still like this toy?"

They were standing in the crescent moon's hook, and Nanting looked around: "A moon so big... do you call it a 'toy'?"

The Dark God tilted his head and thought for a while: "It seems like a decoration made by 'arrogance'. After I was presented to me, I hung it on the sky of the abyss."

Nanting: "…"

"Do you think it's too bright?" The god's eyes became more and more seductive in the dark red light. "I can dim it."

Nanting was alert: "Are you going to sleep here?"

"Of course we can go back to sleep, too." The Dark God leaned lazily on the arc of the crescent moon, knocking the position beside him with his beautiful knuckles.

The light of the moon gradually dimmed, as gentle as a night light.

Diamond-like stars lit up on the sky in the distance.

"Don't tell me, that's also a 'decoration'." Nanting sat quietly beside Fanes, raised his eyes to the stars in the distance.

The Dark God chuckled and raised his hand, stroked the silver hair above her head, and rubbed it in a bad mood.

“Sent from ‘Greed’.”

Nanting again: "..."

"I'm going to sleep," she said softly, "I'm actually... a little tired today."

He bravely entered the royal city, rode a dragon, and jumped... He felt like he was going to waste.

The silver-white girl bent her knees slightly, put her elbows on her and wanted to fall asleep.

Her waist was suddenly covered with big hands, and then she was actually raised by him and placed in front of her.

The god's robe fell on the edge of the moon, and the black pants and long boots outlined long legs with clear lines. Nanting's hands subconsciously pressed on his legs, and she gasped: "It's too close..."

The Dark God pressed his jaw against Nanting's clavicle: "Is that right?"

"Of course," Nanting shrank his shoulders and pushed Fanes' cheek away, "How can I sleep like this?"

"I should consider this." The god's voice was elegant and low, like a cello.

The cold breath blew across his ears, and Nanting felt that the tips of his ears were a little hot.

"It's really going to sleep," she stressed.

A low laugh came from behind his ears: "Yeah, sleep."
Chapter completed!