The 12th story

Anse El-Than

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"Quick, withdraw!"

The huge pillar was crumbling, the frozen throne stood above the ruins, the young man opened his eyes slightly, the scepter hung in front of him, and the magicians in the black cloaks spat out blood with horrified expressions.

“…… The Devil ......"

Being said to be a devil by a black magician makes people feel a little subtle.

However, everyone understands that it does not refer to the heart of the devil, but to the devil's strength.

and, devilish indifference.

The young man's expression was always flat, and he sat quietly, like a delicate sculpture of ice and snow.

He flipped his slender fingers slightly, and the scepter hung in the air on the white five fingers, and the snow lingered.

The Dark Mage was horrified.

……

It's a long time, but because there is no wind, no sound, there is no way to calculate the passage of time.

The chains were entangled, and the soul-piercing nails were fiercely nailed to the collarbone and wrist, and the young man lowered his eyes slightly, his expression was still cold, as if it was not himself who was nailed through the soul.

Pure snow, imprisoned in the Devil's Prison.

Until one day a hundred years later, the Hellern opened its doors to welcome its new master.

Yes, the new owner.

The girl's talent for dark magic was something Anse Air had never seen before.

Bingyin's eyes stared at each other indifferently.

This is the one chosen by the Devil's Hell.

In a way, his enemies.

However, the enemy melted the Soul Piercing Nail and slowly approached him.

Anse El never understood kissing and love, but he could only keep his eyes open and find that he had become strange, not only did he not feel disgusted at all, but even bit his lip in the girl's gasp, slightly dissatisfied.

She's too weak.

Bing Yin's eyes stared at her, and when the pleasure of ** shattered reason, he just thought.

She's too weak......

He didn't have any emotional fluctuations in his life, but since then, he has not become like himself.

If her mind falls elsewhere, he will be unhappy. The slight displeasure showed the pure elf that reason had completely fallen.

There are many things she doesn't know.

For example, the five-star medal.

The old magician saw the girl's talent for dark magic. The boy was alone in chains on a high platform, his eyes down at the kind-eyed magician below. He lowered his eyes slightly, but thought flatly:

Can only be killed.

Even if only the opponent's formation can break the curse of the Hell. Even if the other party is a light mage.

But he didn't care.

A hundred years ago, he served as the leader of the light.

But a hundred years later, he can choose to be the enemy of the world and side with the dark magic. As long as he likes the girl, the choice is the direction of darkness.

I don't ask why, just support.

The old magician showed his sincerity with a medal to convince the elven boy that he would not tell the secret.

"Is it worth it? She may never know. The old magician asked softly.

The snow-colored elf just frowned at him.

Like a piece of nonsense.

The Soul Binding Lock began to melt, and the sharp pain penetrated the soul, and the young man spoke in a low voice, his voice still clear and steady: "It's not for her to know." ”

The old magician froze.

Textbooks say that elves are the purest race.

Never say wrong.

However, after a long time, after being ordered to sleep in the study by the precious daughter-in-law again, the elf blinked, and the cold voice was instantly aggrieved:

"I was ...... for you"

The bitter meat meter is the most effective.

The teenager who happily rolled the sheets thought.