The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Sitting at the dining table, Angelus casually looked at the full of food, his eyes paused, and he seemed to casually look towards the direction of the second floor, "Why doesn't she come down to eat?"

These foods are useless to her, she must drink blood, but only his blood is the most satisfying for her, and there is no other ration for her here, so she will definitely go downstairs to let him feed her blood.

The devil thought well.

But the butler replied, "The little guest's breakfast has been delivered."

Angelus paused his fingers slightly, his long and narrow eyes seemed particularly dangerous, and there was an inexplicable sense of coercion in his peaceful voice, "What are you preparing for?"

"Blood Rose, I already gave her a basket earlier." The housekeeper replied truthfully.

The butler secretly observed His Majesty's expression and found that His Majesty seemed unhappy, so he quickly added, "Yesterday, my little guest asked me to plant bloody roses in the garden, and I did it on my own."

Angelus nodded slightly, indicating that he knew, "Go down."

The butler breathed a sigh of relief and left the dining table, apparently not to blame.

I sighed silently in my heart, how could His Majesty be more moody than before.

The devil pursed his lips slightly, looked at the food on the table, and suddenly lost his appetite.

Not thinking at all.

He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't find out.

Because he said not to suck his blood, she simply ignored him and chose her old food.

And since yesterday, blood roses have been planted in the garden.

So early on the decision was made.

So early... don't want his blood.

The devil felt very irritable, and he had never experienced the depression in his heart that he had never experienced before.

He didn't like the feeling of being out of control.

And the source of this emotion is her.

So he can't do what he did in the past, just eliminate all the things that make him unhappy and unhappy.

There is no way he could hurt her.

Angelus probably felt unwilling, and returned to the little devil's room. She was lazily leaning on the bed, holding a bloody rose in her mouth, chewing slowly, her face was pale, but her lips were brightly colored. Some inexplicable beauty.

For a moment, he suddenly thought of what she looked like growing up.

If she poses in such a picture in her grown-up appearance, it should be very charming.

There was a bit of anticipation in the devil's heart.

The little devil glanced at him, lazily looked away, and continued to enjoy her breakfast.

Angelus was more patient this time, and his voice was calm, "Why don't you go down and eat?"

Luo Ci murmured in her heart, if she went down and saw the shard, if the shard said something that made her unhappy, or made an expression that made her unhappy, it would affect her mood too much.

It was too emotional.

But she doesn't want to.

She takes her feelings seriously.

Obviously... I still remember the previous things, obviously I was very considerate and considerate before, but changed to the identity of a devil, and suddenly changed.

It was as if the previous memory never existed at all.

What is more terrifying than losing memory is that the other party clearly remembers, but doesn't care about this memory, and has not been touched at all.

She didn't just notice it yesterday. She knew about the changes in the fragments when she was still in the holy city. Her parents still said "she has to go to my place for a while" in a strong tone, without asking her wishes.

Doesn't what he said mean that he is not an angel who treats her well, so she can't cross the line, and she can only give rewards if he makes him happy.

He always has a condescending tone like a charity, treating her as a little thing for fun, and if he makes him happy, he will give her some benefits.

Always unequal status.

Treat her... for something.

Really sad.

So she doesn't want to be in contact with the fragments for the time being.

She lowered her head, not looking at the demon.

The mood doesn't look good.

Angelius was a little worried, walked to the side of the bed, pinched her chin, and she had to look up at him.

The devil was about to ask her what's wrong, but found that the little devil's dark red eyes were a little wet, full of water, and she pursed her lips, stubbornly trying not to let the tears fall, feeling extremely wronged.

It was as if his heart had been hit by a sharp arrow.

Immediately at a loss.

All the strength, awkwardness, stubbornness, and refusal to admit defeat before suddenly disappeared completely.

she cried.

Very wronged.

And this grievance was given by him.

Realizing this, the demon was even more at a loss.

Almost in a hurry, he gently stroked the teardrops from her eyes, carefully, his voice slowed down several times, his expression was extremely serious, and he kept apologizing, saying that he was wrong.

"Don't cry, okay, do you want to suck my blood, or I will give you my crystal coffin, I will bring you whatever you want, okay?"

The Demon Lord doesn't understand feelings, he can only hold everything he owns in front of her to please her.

He was completely unaware of the emotions in his heart.

Because he has no heart.

It was probably because someone coaxed the little devil, the more he coaxed the little devil, the more wronged he became, and his little hand kept wiping away his tears, "I want an angel..."

The demon froze.

Obviously the devil's heart was gone, but he felt a pain in his heart, and his mind seemed to be suffocated like drowning. Even if he struggled desperately to jump out of the water, he couldn't get fresh air.

She only wanted the angel, not him.

The light in her eyes dimmed instantly, she was very sad.

And this sadness was brought to her by him.

Obviously...he didn't want this.

He just wanted to be different from Angel.

She had to understand that they were not the same.

But it seems... he screwed it up.

The slender lips were slightly parted, and the always strong demon suddenly felt a little gentle, muttering in a low voice, his face slowly drew a slight arc, very similar to an angel, "That's great."

Slowly closing his eyes, the dark red glowing bat wings behind him slowly disappeared, and at the same time, a pair of white wings exuding a pure and soft aura appeared. He opened his eyes, and the ice-like beautiful eyes were full of tenderness.

He gently wiped away the little devil's tears, "Don't cry."

Luo Ci was a little taken aback.

Devil card shards...returned to angel card shards?

what happened……

The angel slowly explained, "We have always been in this state, sometimes he appears, sometimes I appear."

"But we are alone."

The angel then comforted her, "He just can't express it, he has a very awkward temper, you...don't blame him."

Although it was a little strange to speak for himself, he had to.

Because angels and demons are one person.

If she doesn't accept one of them and hates one of them, it's the same as hating herself.

They cannot escape.