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Chapter 431 The Demon King Doesn’t Want to Work Anymore

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No, that's not the case.

The Lord of Light caressed his beating heart, his silver pupils were once again filled with doubts, he was a little panicked by the strange emotion and set up a heavy seal, he stood upright on the throne stiffly, dazed and helpless, as if Discarded puppies shiver at the familiar smell.

clam down!

But just a sad creature!

soon.

He took another deep breath, leaned against the front of the throne, his eyes flickering, trying to grasp the source of his panic.

Natia Vida stood at the door and thought about it, and decided that it would be better to push the door open and rush in, otherwise it would be very troublesome to keep her from going in after a long meal.

However, within a short while, she felt a powerful force enveloping the Temple of Light. The door of the temple seemed to be locked and could not be pushed, and a soft white light could emerge from the crack of the door. The light was like The frightened little animal hid in the crack of the door but couldn't help showing its little tail.

Natia Vida blinked.

No way.

Is this lord of light who doesn't know people clearly shy?
Or did you think she was troublesome and closed the door?
It's kind of fun.

001 stood on the sidelines and lit the heel wax for the Lord of Light, arousing the interest of the little white-eyed wolf, and the ending was either extremely good or extremely bad.

The blond-haired Natia Vida was stunned, and a docile expression began to appear on her face. She raised her long skirt and saluted slightly, knocked respectfully on the door of the temple, and pursed the corners of her lips that could not help but curl up.

"The Great Lord of Light."

The goddess gently pressed her forehead against the gate of the Temple of Light: "Great Lord of Light, Master Pfister asked me to come, do you have any orders?"

Her face turned red, as if she was embarrassed by the Lord of Light, and also seemed to reflect the excitement and joy of the Lord of Light.

There is no sound.

There was no sound from the temple.

Not even the slightest instruction.

Sure enough, as long as it is not Lord Pfister, the favor of the Lord of Light will not come.

Natia Vida couldn't maintain a small smile, but her thick and slender eyelashes were stained with tears, as if she couldn't bear such cold treatment, she tremblingly asked again: "O great lord of light, Fez Your Excellency asked me to come, do you have any orders? "

She was on the verge of falling, bit her lower lip tightly, and rushed to the throne through the gate of the temple with longing eyes.

The Lord of Light paused, he squinted his silver eyes, the indifference of thousands of years was completely shattered, that gaze almost made him speak, after the long shining hair was torn off by him who was disturbed, the king was gone Standing up abruptly.

His chest hurts from being poked by that kind of sight, if he didn't react quickly, he would have rushed over to wipe away the teardrops for that god, and pressed her into his arms to comfort her!
He can even imagine what those red lips taste like!
This is so unusual that he doesn't even know the creature!

"I am waiting."

Damn bastard!

What the hell is that bastard waiting for!
The Lord of Light gritted his teeth. After experiencing unimaginable loneliness and desolation, such fire-like emotions could almost burn him out. He dared not even touch him for fear of being burned.

(End of this chapter)