Chapter 907 God Descends (18)

The blood of the gods is the introduction to the conclusion of the contract.

As for why the Dark God chose to kiss her...that is unknown.

Fu Yue didn't notice this detail either.

Perhaps because she preconceived the idea that Silaire was her lover who had accompanied her in so many small worlds, Fu Yue later ignored many things and did not think deeply about some things.

And this proud god suffered a lot.

Hodel walked away like nothing happened.

Fu Yue was left there, almost bursting with rage, her fingers squeaking loudly.

My mind calmed down and I thought quickly.

Fu Yue lowered her eyelashes slightly, her fingers gradually tightened on the dark velvet quilt on the bed, and veins popped out on the back of her hands.

The expensive incense burning in the room had been extinguished, leaving only ashes in the incense burner, and the lingering fragrance invaded the girl's nerves.

Unreasonable irritability.

Fu Yue thought silently in her heart.

The Dark God, Hodr.

Even a god in a weak state is incredibly powerful.

After traveling through so many small worlds, Fu Yue felt the fear of an NPC in the same plane for the first time.

If it was Hodel in his prime, then if he were in heaven, he would probably be able to barely compete with her original body.

Fu Yue frowned.

How could such a powerful being exist in such a small world... This is unreasonable.

Then she glanced sideways at Silaire, who was lying next to her in a state of death.

Fu Yue: "..."

She stretched out her hand and pinched the bridge of the man's tall nose, covering his nose in a mischievous manner. Later, she thought that the robot didn't seem to need to breathe, and Fu Yue put down her hands angrily.

The sound of the urn jars the airway.

"Silaire, your master has been bullied, and you are actually dying!"

The man showed no reaction.

Fu Yue just stared at him with resentment all night, until the sky turned white, she slowly closed her eyes, she was so sleepy that she fell into a dark and sweet dream.

I slept for less than two hours.

Fu Yue felt someone telling her to get up. She moved impatiently, turned over and lay on the soft sheets, rolled up the quilt, and buried her head under the pillow.

Wave again.

Say don't disturb me.

"...Don't make trouble...I'm very sleepy and want to sleep."

But the other party was harassing her tirelessly.

"Master, your magic class is about to start today. If you don't get up, you will be late for today's class..."

Fu Yue continued to lie down, holding the soft pillow with both hands and pressing his head under the pillow.

Can't hear, can't hear, can't hear.

She is dead.

To hell with class and all, she wants to sleep.

The robot's blue eyes flashed. He put away his hand wearing elegant white gloves and stood in front of Fu Yue's bed in a well-dressed manner. He looked a little helpless, as if he could do nothing about his master's behavior of staying in bed.

"Your behavior makes me very embarrassed, Master."

Yes, robots can't force their owners to do things they don't want to do.

Xi Laer was only responsible for waking Fu Yue up the next day.

But if Fu Yue really doesn't want to.

Silaire couldn't force her.

The pile on the bed was quiet for five minutes, then moved slowly.

The black-haired girl sat up.

She was also wrapped in a soft velvet quilt, with only one head exposed, and her long hair was piled up like seaweed.

Fu Yue reluctantly opened one eye.

His eyes swept over Silaire.

Said: "Aren't you going to panic now?"