Godâs descent (52) _1
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âWhatâs your relationship with master? What right do you have to order me around?â
Holder turned to Fu min and said coldly, â âTell me, whatâs our relationship?â
Cyril also turned to look at his master with a gentle gaze, donât be afraid, master. Just tell me the truth. With cylaire here, I wonât let him hurt you.
The dark God continued to grind his teeth.
He tried to hold it in, but he still couldnât, how did I hurt her? donât keep trying to drive a wedge between us! he said.
Cylaire lowered his long, curled eyelashes, feeling a little wronged.âMaster, I didnât.â
Fu Shang smiled gently at cylaire before glaring at Hodel and said coldly, ââI have nothing to do with him.â
what the hell are you talking about? â Hodel asked darkly.
Oh, heâs my contractor⦠Fu Shang replied expressionlessly. She then turned to look at Cyril and said, â âYou should be able to tell that guy isnât human, right?â
Horde was speechless.
He suspected that this girl was scolding him.
Cylaire nodded and also glanced sideways at horde. There was no warmth in his blue eyes, and his pleasant voice rang out.
yes, master. I can see that this gentleman should be a⦠A deity. He loves black clothes, and master calls him horde. If Cyril is not wrong, this should be the dark God-horde.â
Even in the face of a God that only existed in legends and had even fallen a million years ago, Cyril did not show any surprise.
youâre nothing! Hodelâs face darkened, if I want to, I can crush an ant like you with a finger.
Of course, his words were directed at the annoying robot.
Unexpectedly, the other party actually raised his eyebrows and said slowly,
â âNo, you canât kill me,â
what a joke! Hodel sneered, what a joke.
if it was the dark God at his peak, â Cyril continued slowly, â then I could only admit defeat. However, youâve been suppressed by the gods of the divine light Alliance for a million years, and you donât even have a real body. Your current strength is not much different from an ant like me, right?â
He hit the nail on the head and pointed out hordellâs current situation.
âBesides, if you stay by masterâs side now, youâll only bring her disaster.â
Cyril had caught onto one of Hodelâs weaknesses and stabbed him with all his might.
The dark Godâs face turned even paler.
He seemed to be a little defeated, but he quickly recovered his proud and arrogant appearance.
â What about you? What right does a robot have to be her partner? you have no emotions and canât even say a word of sincere love, what right do you have to be with her?â
Cylaire pursed his lips and stared at horde with cold eyes.
âAt least heâs more qualified than you.â
âHa.â
The two of them quarreled like elementary school chickens, neither giving in to the other.
Fu Shang was having a headache.
âStop, stop, stop.â
itâs the weekend and there are no classes in the Academy. I want to go to the magic Forest⦠Iâm looking for something.â
what are you looking for, master? â silaireâs Blue eyes flickered.
âMagic crystals,â Fu Shang replied.
A smug smile flashed across Hodelâs pale and beautiful face. He glanced at cylaire, and his thin lips curled up high in a victorious manner.
Cyril lowered his curled eyelashes and mumbled, ââI see.â
alright! Fu Shang nodded, â how about silaire coming with me? â