This villain's style is crooked

César sat up blankly.

The surrounding darkness, like ice and snow covered by sunlight, is melting little by little.

The green and soft lawn gradually appears.

There are large areas of colorful flowers blooming among the grass, swaying gently in the wind, and the bees and butterflies flying among them can be clearly seen.

The blue sky is like washing, the white clouds are long, the beauty is like a fairyland in the legend.

And the girl who came from afar.

She was wearing a long black dress made of silk and satin, and the hem of the skirt shone with fine silver light, as if stars were dotted on the night.

The long light golden hair was scattered casually, almost dragging to the ground.

The delicate and delicate face, because of the clear blue eyes, added a touch of coquettishness.

Especially the girl's eyebrows, there is a little carmine, like a demon that can seduce people's hearts.

César stood up in a daze, looking at the girl walking in front of him.

He has never seen it before, but he is very familiar with the girl's breath.

A title blurted out:

"Miss An."

Is it his, Miss An?

Lu Cha blinked and smiled: "Do you like it here?"

The illusion she specially fabricated for the little villain!

But César looked at her dully as if he was speechless.

Why did Miss An appear here?

Didn't she kill herself and take refuge in the God of Light?

César felt that his thoughts were in a mess.

Suddenly, a piece of jelly was pushed between the lips.

The rich, sweet and milky aroma diffuses, and it seems that there is a little more sweetness in the air.

Lucha patted César's head, with a soft tone, as if coaxing a child who woke up from a nightmare:

"From now on, you will no longer be afraid of the dark."

César raised his head inexplicably.

Deer tea suddenly kissed his lips, savoring the sweetness together.

The image of being pierced through the chest by the long sword instantly appeared in César's mind.

He grabbed Lu Cha's wrist reflexively, his eyes trembling.

It was because the girl's body was like broken porcelain, instantly turning into countless golden lights, floating in the air.

Last minute.

It's the girl's smiling eyebrows.

"Miss An!"

César subconsciously tried to grab those golden lights, but lost consciousness strangely.

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Palace of the Virgin.

César, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, panting heavily.

Memories before coma and everything that happened in the dream flooded in like a tide.

César looked around the familiar hall in astonishment, and tentatively touched his chest. 【1】【6】【6】【Small】【Say】

Only then did he realize that his injuries had healed.

The blood-stained and torn shirt was replaced with a clean one.

He, is he not dead?

Except Miss An, no one would take care of him like this.

César hurried out of bed and ran out of the bedroom.

The yard has a new look, and I don't know when it was full of purple flowers.

"Miss An?"

No one responded.

César searched the entire palace, but couldn't find that beautiful figure.

A bad thought flooded into his mind for no reason.

He stumbled out of the palace.

There are no changes to the temple.

The believers in white robes came and went, looking at him, some respectful, some sympathetic.

The panic in César's heart became more and more serious, and he immediately stopped a believer:

"Have you seen Her Majesty the Holy Maiden?"

The believer's expression instantly turned disgusting: "What saint! That's a despicable and vicious liar!"

"Mr. Cizer, you have been asleep for five days, haven't you woken up yet?"

Thinking that César had just woken up and didn't understand the whole story, the believers told him the so-called truth:

"Actually, An Lucha is an evil dark god."

"In order to sneak into the temple and kill the God of Light, she exchanged her consciousness with you."

"Not only has it taken away your high-level light element affinity, it has infected you with a dark atmosphere that you can never get rid of, but it also controls your thoughts and becomes her servant."

"Fortunately, the God of Light died with her."

César's hands clenched into fists trembled slightly, only to feel that the words he heard were extremely absurd:

"Miss An, not the God of Darkness."

"The bright magicians who came here a few days ago heard her admit it." The believers cursed angrily:

"People who do bad things like her only deserve to go to the dirty hell! They will never enter reincarnation!"

Other believers who passed by stopped because they were talking about the saint, and cursed together:

"I hope that An Lucha's soul will be gone! Disappear in this world forever!"

"Trick us all around, she deserves to die without a whole body!"

The voices of several people stopped abruptly.

A mass of black mist mixed with golden light smashed everyone's bodies in an instant.

César, whose eyes were originally gloomy, stared blankly at the black mist floating in mid-air.

He can perceive the holy light element inside.

Including Miss An and the breath of the God of Light.

Why, so?

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind César:

"Who else do you want to kill?"

Cesar turned to look.

Na Lisha held a bouquet of purple flowers and stood not far away.

There was a trace of hatred hidden in his indifferent eyes.

César manipulated the black mist with a wave of his hand, devouring the bloody stump on the ground:

"It's them, insulting Miss An first."

"That's all because of you!"

Narissa interrupted César uncontrollably, but managed to maintain a trace of calmness, and set up a magic circle to block the sound to prevent others from hearing it.

The resentment surging in the bottom of the eyes seemed to cut him:

"In order to fulfill your wish, Chacha asked my father and the Pope to spread the news that she is the God of Darkness outside and make you a poor person."

"And she created the illusion that you were killed by her in front of the God of Light, and fought with the God of Light for a whole day."

"Disfigured, lost her right eye, Chacha has many wounds, I don't know how to help her at all."

Na Lisa's eyes were red, she took a deep breath, and then continued:

"Chacha was worried that the Divine Sense of the God of Light would hurt you, so enduring the pain, she pulled out her consciousness, merged with the God of Light, and gave it to you."

"Even, I changed into a clean shirt for you."

Narisa smiled sarcastically: "Congratulations, you don't have to hide from here anymore."

"Because Chacha died in place of your identity."

"Light Continent, there is no Dark God anymore."

The day after Chacha's death, she found out that the Pope had sent Curran a letter.

In the letter, Chacha revealed the deeds of the God of Light, including the truth about the birth of the God of Darkness, and hoped that Curran could formulate new rules——

Don't discriminate against people with black hair and dark eyes, and regard them as bad luck.

Chacha did this so that César's magic would expire one day, revealing her original hair color and pupils, so that she would not be discriminated against.

César, why did Chacha treat him like this? !