This villain's style is crooked

Lucha walked into the yard curiously, only to notice a round stone table not far behind the statue.

There are plates of delicacies in color, fragrance and taste on the table.

A slender man is pouring tea.

The pope announced the result in public, just to take a formality.

After the deer tea entered the main hall, César was first brought to the palace by the believers for cleaning.

"Miss An, this is the rabbit feast I prepared for you."

"The weather is very good today, suitable for eating outside, so I took it to the yard."

Lu Cha hesitated: "The dishes you cook in the palace?"

César nodded with a smile: "I saw a small kitchen over there, so I went to buy a few rabbits and made them when I came back."

"They are all live rabbits, very fresh."

Lucha glanced at the portrait delicately.

Killing life in front of the God of Light, the little villain played exciting enough!

Smelling the tempting aroma, Lucha couldn't help but sit down and tasted the roasted rabbit meat.

The skin is crispy and crispy, and the meat is tender yet firm.

"good to eat!"

"Miss An take it easy." César put the prepared dessert in front of Lucha.

Immediately, he quietly retreated to the back and waited, occasionally going up to refill tea.

His brows were slightly furrowed in a rare way, enduring the indescribable discomfort in his body.

A temple is different from a church.

This is the habitat of the God of Light.

The bright elements in the air are not only the breath of the other party, but also strongly repel him, trying to expel him.

Sensing César's strangeness, Lucha put down the knife and fork, turned sideways, and patted his knee:

"Come here, I'll give you a reward."

César knelt by Lu Cha's legs in doubt, and his chin was lifted suddenly.

Deer Tea kissed César's lips.

The golden light flowing from the fingertips slid down his neck, covering his whole body gently.

But kept a slight distance from his skin.

It seemed to be an invisible barrier, separating César from the light elements in the air.

She can't use dark magic in the temple, she can only try by transferring the demon power.

Seeing that the discomfort in his body was gradually disappearing, César was lost for a moment.

Why is Ms. An's bright element different from other magicians?

Never, never hurt him.

César couldn't help but caressed the girl's face when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Lu Cha sat down quickly and pretended to drink tea.

César didn't have time to get up, and was clearly seen by the believers who walked in.

"Miss An Lucha, you..."

Lucha took a sip of tea without haste:

"My butler is lost, and I'm trying to enlighten him."

As she spoke, she turned her head and asked César seriously: "Are you still confused?"

"Miss An is gone."

"My soul has been purified."

César stood up, held Lu Cha's hand reverently, and kissed her.

Feeling the man's wet tongue sweeping across the back of her hand, Lucha coughed lightly and said symbolically:

"May the God of Light bless you."

The believers looked at Lu Cha with admiration.

This future saint is so powerful, how long did it take to enlighten a confused believer after returning from the temple?

The believer asked respectfully: "Miss An Lucha, the Pope asked me to ask you, is there anything missing in the palace?"

"He'll send someone over."

Lucha shook her little head and said no:

"I like to be quiet. If there is nothing important, don't bother me."

Otherwise, if she was discovered again, she couldn't think of a reason to explain it!

The believer bowed his head and retreated, and closed the gate of the palace.

And César licked his lips lightly, put his hand on the back of Lucha's chair, and leaned closer:

"Miss An, I think the purification just now was not thorough enough."

"Can you..."

Before César could finish speaking, a piece of rabbit meat was stuffed into his mouth.

"I think you are a monkey going down the well to fetch the moon——you have a good idea."

Watching the deer tea pass him and walk into the dormitory, César tasted the rabbit meat with a faint smile in his eyes.

Does taking Miss An's bright moon count as well?

But when he caught a glimpse of the statue, César's eyes flickered, revealing hatred and a hint of struggle.

The light is really an eyesore.

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late at night.

Lu Cha was lying soundly asleep on the big bed in the bedroom.

The window was suddenly pushed open.

A black shadow leaped in without a sound, holding a sharp dagger, and cautiously approached Lucha.

Just when the black shadow was about to stab down fiercely, it was suddenly blocked by something.

Broken golden light floats in the air.

Finding a change in the magic circle she had set up, Lu Cha opened her eyes in a daze.

The light in the hall was dim, and she only saw a man in black standing by the bed. m.

The little villain is still up so late?

Just as Lu Cha was about to ask, a dangerous fireball condensed from the black shadow in an instant, passed through the magic circle, and went straight to her heart.

"?!"

Lucha quickly turned into a light shield to resist, and the fireball dispersed.

The resplendent golden light illuminated the sleeping hall, and she also saw clearly the black shadow, which was a masked assassin.

The opponent's strength is not low, and he is still a fire magician.

Seeing that Lucha was safe and sound, the assassin's hands quickly sealed.

Immediately, hundreds of fiery fireballs appeared in midair, forming a single piece, surrounding Lucha like a sea of ​​flames.

The heat wave surged violently, engulfing the girl's figure in the blink of an eye.

He didn't see the golden light shining again, thinking that the person was dead, the assassin relaxed a little, and felt a sharp pain in the back of his heart.

A western knife that exuded a cold glow completely sank into his heart.

Boom-!

The assassin fell to the ground, revealing the expressionless girl behind him.

Excessive!

Assassinate while people are sleeping!

Still set such a big fire!

Lu Cha kicked the assassin into the flames in disgust.

It wasn't until the assassin's body was completely burned that she waved down the golden light and suppressed the sea of ​​flames.

Although Lucha had protected it in advance, the big bed was still burned to a pile of ashes, and an unpleasant smell wafted out.

Lu Cha subconsciously held her breath, but it was already too late.

She inhaled a lot of smoke unknowingly.

A familiar feeling of oppression hit the chest, and Lucha immediately ran to the table.

But the asthma spray that was placed on the table during the day has disappeared strangely now.