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Chapter 422 The Demon King Doesn’t Want to Work Anymore

Natia Vida poked Elvira's cheek and whispered softly, as if two people were enjoying the gurgling stream and the fine nectar in the forest.

It's a pity that the white deer beyond the stream has its antlers cut off, and its eyes are full of hatred, standing far away from the gods, staring at the darkness under the light from a distance.

"Natya Vida, tell me, have you ever been jealous?"

Elvira also lowered her voice, but she was still aggrieved, the flush of excitement turned into an angry color, and the long blue eyelashes locked the hatred.

"Jealous?" Natia Vida sighed, she lowered her head and kissed the soft back of her female partner's hand, and the soft fragrance swirled around her: "We don't have time to maintain this bad emotion, don't we, in the In the struggle of life and death, we have long since left these things behind."

envy?

In the eyes of the gods who are close to the God of Light, they have no right to be jealous, and even living is the mercy and reward of the Lord of Light.

Elvira didn't speak, she seemed to be angry, covered her eyes with her arms, and let out a muffled snort.

"However, in life-and-death struggles, even if our godheads are low, our strength is strong enough. Perhaps, even noble adults will be defeated by us."

Natia Vida said casually, completely ignoring those gods with powerful godheads. She whispered arrogantly and arrogantly: "Those guys who are proud of godheads are not qualified to let me take a look, let alone jealousy."

There may be gods full of grievances, but she doesn't pay attention to those guys who maintain their identities. For some reason, she always feels that after the deity is destroyed, those gods will become pitiful and weak black lambs.

"Lovely Elvira, I know what you think, and I agree with you." Natia Vida held Elvira's trembling hands, and she gently wiped away the tears of her female companion, with a long sigh.

"I want to tell the great Lord of Light during this feast, what kind of god is qualified!"

To be qualified to be his, to be qualified to be his, to be qualified to be his. . . . . .

No matter what, Natia Vida couldn't say the next simple word. In her heart, those strange words seemed to be unable to be followed by this sentence, which would cause her great pain.

Very strange.

She doesn't want to be anyone's vassal.

What she thought was to sit in that supreme position and let others become her vassals. ,

As soon as this idea came out, Natia Vida herself was startled. She subconsciously looked in the direction of the Temple of Light, and her heart was beating with intense uneasiness and anger, almost tearing her apart.

The great Lord of Light is above.

Her anger was too unusual.

Even Elvira would be taken aback by her.

Elvira was indeed frightened by such rampant remarks, but the child's eyes flashed in her mind, and this pure God of Light held back the turbulent laughter and sadness.

"My Natia Vida, I love you." Elvira buried herself in the arms of the blond god with aggrievedness, as if a big golden tree had grown in her heart, and above the big tree was the gentle smile of the god .

(End of this chapter)