Yu Chu's heart galloped through countless grass and mud horses, biting his lip to feel the heat of his body. The demonic qi flow is getting stronger and stronger, and if it continues like this, it may really bleed and die in a terrifying way.

Ansel is a god, but she is a human.

I can't bear it.

I'm Nima......

Yu Chu was full of grief and indignation, and slowly stood up on the ground, trying to suppress the sensations in his body while slowly walking towards the high platform.

She walked up to the high platform step by step, her eyes made contact with the snow-white elf in front of the tombstone, and her mind struggled again.

In the end, we should be qualified socialist successors, or excellent socialist successors?

She didn't dare to walk over the steps as she stood in front of the steps, and her gaze didn't even dare to fall on Ansel.

A war leader of a hundred years ago, a young magical genius, a pure god.

People aren't familiar with her yet.

But the demonic energy gradually occupied the brain, and the malice was entered to the maximum extent, as if there was some hoarse thought and laughed: "It's ...... him"

Yu Chu shuddered.

She stood without tears and bowed earnestly to the great gods in the history textbook.

Anse Air took a step back.

The young man's beautiful and clear eyes stared at her, and his eyelashes blinked slightly, revealing a hint of dullness.

He looked at the girl quietly, and as she stepped forward step by step, the young man's eyes fell on the demonic aura around her, and he pursed his lips without retreating.

He whispered, "I'll teach you spells." ”

The young man's clear voice was heard in his ears, and the corners of his snow-colored clothes made the fire in people's hearts burn more and more.

Yu Chu said numbly: "Thank you, but I can't concentrate my magic right now, haha." ”

Ansel blinked slightly.

Yu Chu wanted to say something more, but her heart immediately contracted with a sudden pain, she was caught off guard, her legs suddenly weakened, and she threw herself on the ground in front of her, and large beads of sweat dripped down.

The snow-colored person in front of him knelt down lightly, Yu Chu saw the slender white fingers under his sleeves, his brain was still in pain, and his body had already taken the lead. She reached out and took the hand.

She raised her head and met a pair of ice silver pure eyes, the other party looked at her without any emotion, if she didn't know that this was me, his expressionless appearance was like a cold picture in a textbook.

Yu Chu slowly crawled over.

She grabbed his fingers with one hand, and with the other she reached out and pressed the boy's shoulder, and her body covered it delicately, and crawled into his arms.

The elf was obviously not used to this kind of intimacy, Yu Chu saw his delicate eyebrows frowning slightly, and his other hand wanted to push her away, but the chain bound the wrist, and that hand was only halfway extended, and it was controlled and unable to move forward.

Yu Chu pressed the person underneath, staring at the long ice silver hair spread all over the ground, lined with the white face of the gods, the beautiful and delicate face, and a pair of ice silver eyes, looking at her a little dazed and a little ignorant.

Yu Chu whined in his heart, picked up Ansel's white chin with one hand, and asked in a low voice:

"Can I kiss you?"

The petal-like thin lips of the teenager opened slightly: "Kiss ......"

As soon as she said such a word, the girl said clearly.

Her fingers flipped over Anselle's thin lips and kissed the boy on the forehead with a cherished kiss.

Anse El's eyes widened slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his slender fingers subconsciously pushed over again, but they were restrained again by the chains on his wrists.

The hand on the slender lip flap gently moved away, and a careful kiss landed gently on his lips.