Male God, a Little Su

"Are you crazy?"

She didn't understand what would happen if she drank his blood.

Su Yan's back slammed against the wall of the carriage, she bent her eyes, and frivolously licked the blood from the corner of her lips.

"Of course I know." Her palms were beautiful, with slender fingers and long, slender fingers. Albert seldom saw her without dyed nails and without a ring, "Albert, he said, I have no destiny with God."

A hint of annoyance flashed across Albert's eyes, "So, are you still doing it for him?"

"certainly."

Su Yan raised her chin, "The more I can't get it, the more I want to conquer him!"

"Sooner or later, I will make him willingly kneel down and kiss my toes."

"Cecilia," Albert sighed, stroking her long hair, "I have to say, your dream is really far away. He has awakened and returned to the real temple. You may never see her in this lifetime." It's his time."

"No—there is another possibility."

Su Yan put her hand on his shoulder, and smiled arrogantly and cruelly, "How can there be only the God of Light in this world?"

Albert was surprised, "You mean—"

"The sun represents light, while night belongs to demons." The woman's red lips parted slightly, full of temptation, "So come on, Albert, now I allow you to taste my blood."

Albert was attracted by the woman in front of him.

She has a plain face, but those vacant eyes are enough to attract everyone, the corners of her bright red lips are drawn up, her rose-like face is coquettish and seductive, just like a witch incarnate by the moon , soul-stirring, and willingly, wanting to kneel at her feet and surrender to her.

The aura emanating from her body is lofty, from fingertips to every strand of hair, there is an aura of darkness.

She was born to belong to the devil.

The man with the same face as God, but full of evil spirits knelt on one knee gracefully, took Su Yan's little boneless hand, and respectfully offered a kiss.

"Then, my dear Cecilia, everything will be as you wish."

He bared his fangs and ruthlessly inserted into the woman's slender and fragile neck. The blood gushed out with a rich and elegant rose scent, which made people deeply intoxicated.

This is the taste he has coveted for a long time.

Wait, let this taste even more delicious.

At this moment, he truly fell in love with the woman in front of him.

"Cecilia," he held the weak woman in his arms, her eyes were closed tightly, her eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, and her fair cheeks were blushing strangely, "From today onwards, I am you Most loyal servant."

So, let me see where you can go in the end!

*

Cecilia disappeared from this world. No matter how Jialianna searched for it, she even used it to find Cecilia when she learned the magic technique used to find people.

The available answers overwhelmed her.

"No! This is absolutely impossible!"

"Miss Cecilia is dead? God, what a pity—"

Harold watched the result in silence, the answer was obvious.

That rose could not escape her fate after all.

Although it is beautiful and attractive, its life span is too short and too fragile.

*

In an abyss filled with miasma, a huge city, in the darkness, exudes a dazzling light.

When human beings have fallen into a deep sleep, the nightlife belonging to demons has just begun.

Those demons with horns or strange shapes shuttled through the city.