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Chapter 423 The Demon King Doesn’t Want to Work Anymore

She choked up and said, "I love you, I love you, I love you..."

Natia Vida is a treasure given to her by the God of Light.

Natia Vida accepted her girlfriend's grievances gently. Her eyes reflected the gods playing by the lake. The light red flickered on and off. After the hot tears stained her white fingers, she finally stayed on the deep dark red .

She frowned suddenly, her illusory eyes fell on the sparkling lake, and Avilla's spine felt chills in her arms, and she gradually let go of her crying.

Temple of Light.

After bathing, the god was slightly stunned for some reason. He put down the long scroll in his hand, picked up the exquisite bracelet and put it on his hand. The bracelet raised a mysterious and elegant arc on his bony wrist, exuding a golden tinge. The arms of light are extremely noble, and against the backdrop of blue, they are free from the massiness of the world.

He propped his side face lazily and anxiously, and used his fingertips to trace the appearance of the god on the scroll. A vague memory flashed by, making him clenched his hands a little irritablely. After a while, the golden blood flowed from the Drips dripped from the hands, staining the scroll red.

"I can't remember..." Shenming closed his eyes in a slump, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he pressed his forehead against the long scroll in frustration: "I don't remember..."

who are you?
Who are you?
Why do you appear in my mind.

And why were you born in my ridiculous godhead.

Thousands of years of loneliness and despair spread in the empty temple. The Lord of Light, buried in the scroll, began to feel darkness and selfish desires in his golden heart.

The border of the Bright God Realm began to crumble. Collins, who was holding a long knife, looked at the golden sky in the distance. He showed an extremely evil smile with nostalgia and disgust.

"I am back."

Behind Collins are dark gangsters of eternal night, holding weapons solemnly, waiting for the horn of war to come, and wipe out all the gods living in false beauty.

The outermost periphery of the Divine Realm of Light began to be engulfed by darkness, and the guarding gods had already gone to a grand banquet. Without the protection, the fairies and goblins fled around, and disappeared at the moment they were caught by the darkness.

Not even eligible to be dyed black.

"Miss Natia Vida." A handsome and handsome male god half-kneeled on the ground, in his hand was a full-blooming bright flower, exuding a rich and non-aggressive fragrance.

"Excuse me, is that you?" His voice was like a harp being struck by a long sword, and it reverberated powerfully in the hearts of the goddesses. Many goddesses not far away blushed their faces.

Natia Vida raised her head and showed a soft smile: "My brother, do you have anything to do with me?"

After seeing the armor on the male god's body, those beautiful eyes are like a fawn living in anxiety, soft and shy amidst the clarity.

"Of course." Seeing Natia Vida's face, the male god's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help lowering his voice, lest he frighten the timid goddess: "Miss Natia Vida, Fez Your Excellency invites you to his palace."

"Ah." Natia Vida let out a small cry, her milky white face blushing.

(End of this chapter)