The soft morning light jumped in through the small window, signaling that the night was over. I half-opened my eyes and watched the morning light jump in mid-air, like an elf, and couldn't help but grab them with my hands.

It's impossible to catch the sun, but I'm playing with interest, as if I can catch them in the next moment.

I watched as my whole hands were gilded in gold by the sun, and I saw another hand enveloping mine.

"Lu Yuan. ”

My whole body trembled, my hands stiffened in mid-air, such a straight native dialect, I haven't heard it for a long, long time.

The owner of the hand noticed my stiffness, and the other hand patted my back like a baby, and called my name softly again: "Lu Yuan." ”

My throat suddenly dried up, and I licked my white lips, not daring to twist my neck to look to the side, but my neck still looked uncontrollably.

Dargis lay beside me, staring at me with bright eyes, and I realized at this time that his eyes were so deep, full of dependence, immaturity and affection, reflecting my face.

I had a chuckle in my heart, and before I could pull the corners of my mouth and smile at Darges, he pounced on me and bit my lip.

He really just took a bite, left my lips after biting, hugged me tightly, and smiled at me: "You are so beautiful, I can't help but indulge." "What blurted out was not the correct words of the hometown, but the sacrificial language, which made me feel at ease.

Daggis's sudden intimacy made me feel like pins and needles, and I was still a little afraid of him, after all, the difference in strength between the two sides has always been there, and now I can't afford to fight or hide.

I pushed Dargis away and got up, and under his affectionate gaze, I simply washed up and fled, as if I had to push open the door.

The door was completely open, and a large expanse of sunlight was shining in, and I squinted slightly to adjust to the light. The eyes that Daggis replaced with me are flawed, have a poor receptivity to light, and can't see things very clearly.

When my eyes adjusted, I saw Adeno standing in the doorway, looking up to meet the sun. His whole body is gilded with a layer of gold by the sun, and the silhouette of his side face is charming, more striking than the sun.

"Lu Yuan, he doesn't look good at all. Dagis came out after me, put his hand around my waist, put his head on his shoulder, and said with some displeasure.

Hearing the movement, Adeno greeted me with a pair of big white teeth: "Holy Envoy, High Priest?!"

Dargis ignored Adeno and his whole head rubbed against my shoulder, a strand of black hair falling onto my hand with his movements.

Black hair?

The High Priest is known to be a standard silver-haired man, but now he has black hair.

Adeno and I reacted after a brief loss of consciousness and teamed up to tie up Daggis. Unexpectedly, the black-haired Daggis's combat power dropped rapidly, and he was easily tied up and thrown on the ground.

His eyes still revealed puzzlement, his face had returned to its original appearance, and he was not half old, except for a black hair.

Adeno rubbed his chin to the side, his eyes darting between me and Daggis. He looked like he was familiar with the conversation, and he waited for me to confess and be lenient.

I kept my attitude of not moving, poured some wine and drank slowly, shaking my feet, wondering how Dargis had become like this. I'm trying to remember what my husband said when he taught me the Death Mantra.

The Afterlife Mantra is a life-for-life spell that can only be used once in a lifetime, and I use my powerful bloodline to resist the backlash of the Afterlife Mantra. But I didn't expect that Daggis, who I saved with the Death Curse, changed his personality and hair color. I just don't know how long his situation will last, but I'm afraid that after he recovers, I will face unbearable consequences, and the feeling of my arm being broken inch by inch and then being connected is really numb.

Yesterday I rescued Dargis purely because he owed me a favor. I have witnessed his death in the temple, but I have also witnessed him standing alive before me. I don't believe that Dagis will die, and I dare not believe that he will not die. But the fear of being dominated by him has always haunted me, so I confessed to helping him, hoping that he would be merciful when he made a move in the future.

Tied up and tossed aside, Daggis didn't know what we were thinking, his head bobbing from side to side, then arched to my lap and looked at me with wet eyes.

It's crazy.

"It turns out that you like the high priest, and you found someone who looks exactly like him and absconded. Adeno broke the silence first, he had suspected that this man was the High Priest, but the process of tying up this man just now was too easy to dispel his suspicions. After all, Dagis has a very terrifying power, and ordinary people can't get close to him.

"I didn't expect your mind to be so old-fashioned. I didn't want to be hated for some reason, so I reached out and picked up Dargis's chin and smiled at Adeno, "This is a high-quality product, and it can only be sold for a high price." "I portrayed myself as a slave trafficker, and luckily I came into contact with a lot of slave traffickers, and I acted like that.

Unexpectedly, as soon as my voice fell, Dargis's wet eyes immediately burst out with big tears, smashing on the ground and splashing small splashes. This kind of silent crying is the most endearing, and with his incredibly beautiful face, Bailian Steel has also become soft in the early days.

It is an irresistible temptation for beauties to cry and cry, not to mention that Dagis is so good-looking. Adeno first could not resist the temptation, so he excused himself and left, leaving me alone to bear the temptation of Dargis.

I rubbed my temples, knowing full well that I was too old to be tempted by a teenager like Dargis who was so tender that he could pinch out water. Although Daggis kept saying that he was hundreds of years old, he still looked like a teenager who was only seventeen years old. However, I have never been resistant to beauty.

"Well, don't cry. I softened my voice and began to coax him.

Daggis still didn't speak, biting his lower lip, tears still falling to the ground, seeing that I was a little frowning, he whispered timidly: "Don't sell me." If you want to sell, sell that person. The tone was childish as a teenager, and at this moment, he was no longer the high priest he was.

"Good. When I saw that I had been coaxed, I continued my thoughts.

"I want to drink water. Dargis spoke, licking his lips and looking at the cup in front of him.

His hands were still tied, and he couldn't pick up a cup to drink from himself. I picked up the cup in hand, shook the cup, there was still liquid in it, and fed it directly to Daggis.

He was really thirsty, gulping down and waiting for the liquid in the cup to be drunk. I asked him, "Do you want more?"

After waiting for a long time and no response, I looked down and saw that Daggis had fallen asleep with his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed with an abnormal red.

I frowned slightly, resisted the urge to kick him away, and poured myself another glass of wine. Halfway through the drink, I realized that the wine I had fed to Dagis was unfinished.

Oh, the high priest drinks so much.