Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

"Of course it's because of you, little one."

A bone-piercing chill came from the back of his neck, as if being wrapped around a icy poisonous snake.The time of the clock above the main hall was getting slower and slower, and each step carried a heavy weight.

Like a layer of rust, the ancient voice makes people fall into a gorgeous and decaying dream.

My heart trembled with the sound of the bell, my body softened, and I fell backwards.

——I was immediately embraced by the darkness.

The decadent and gorgeous voice hissed in my ears, and I listened to a long and ancient story between sobriety and sinking.

Every world has a child of luck, in other words, someone who is favored by heaven.

The son of luck in this world is the newborn child of the Howard family—Sheryl.

His face is the most proud work of heaven, even with his voice, and even his soul.

God has never seen such a pure and bright soul.

It just so happened that after the battle of the gods, the remaining two gods were extremely weak and needed the power of their souls to recuperate, and then they cast their targets on Cheryl.

They invariably planted a seed in this child.

There would be no harm at all, but the problem is that the two gods don't know that apart from themselves, the other party also covets this soul.

The light and dark seeds merged in Sherrill's body, forming destruction.

Destruction is already suppressed, so it won't happen easily.But this body was occupied by the dark half, and then by the light half.

The two forces completely broke the seal of destruction.

The first eruption was in that small town called Noble.

The master of destruction slaughtered a town.

The second eruption was in the holy capital, but was stopped by the Dragon God.

It also alarmed the Dragon God and Half Body, and they came to the Dark Temple just to ask for an explanation.

"Unfortunately, "destruction" has already formed, and it cannot be removed."

——Deep in the beating heart, a black and white seed is spinning wildly.

"Little by little, you will be deprived of your sanity by "destruction", and become a...monster who only knows how to kill."

There was no expression on my indifferent face (I have 9527 anyway), and I asked the third question: "So, where is the real Cheryl?"

Time stood still.

The darkness stopped rising and falling, and the clock also stopped moving, whether it was the smell of blood or the resentment in the abyss.Everything stopped moving.

The Dark Hall was frozen by something unknown.

"The real... Sheryl?"

A large piece of black thorns suddenly appeared behind the clock, twisting wildly, as if they wanted to rush down eagerly to stop the words of the gods.

Black roses bloomed on the thorns, emitting a dark purple light.

One, two, thousands of petals fell down.Covering the boy's silver-white hair, his eyebrows, and his robe.

The clock started to move again, making an ancient and distant sound.

"Sheryl, haven't you been here all this time?"