Chapter 901: God’s descent (8)1
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As the Duke’s daughter, and coincidentally tested to be gifted in magic, the original owner of the body, klory, was a student at the imperial capital’s Magic Academy.
Her talent in magic was average, not too good, but not too bad either.
She didn’t get along well with the second daughter of the cabinet minister, Jessica.
For so reason, the Empire’s second Prince, Charles, had actually taken a fancy to kaya and even launched a passionate pursuit of her. This made Jessica, who loved Charles, very jealous.
That’s right, it was such a lodramatic trick.
Driven by jealousy, Jessica had set up a trap to trick clorya. She had tricked her into an alley near the slums and even found two drunkards to humiliate her.
Jessica thought that as long as clorya’s innocence was gone, it would be impossible for her and Charles to be together.
The host had two wishes.
One was to take revenge on Jessica, to take revenge on her ruthlessly, the kind that would not show any rcy, and let her suffer.
As for the other one …
Fu Shang was in a difficult position.
Because it was really too ridiculous.
Her original body had always been discriminated against because of her long black hair. Everyone said that she was a girl cursed by the dark, and no one was willing to get close to her.
Kaya’s wish was to abandon the goddess of light and throw herself into the arms of darkness, becoming an existence that everyone feared, like the fallen God Lucifer.
Fu Shang was speechless.
It was not that she wanted to discourage kroya, but with her diocre talent in magic, she would not be able to beco such an existence even if she was given ten thousand years to train!
And Lucifer…
Fu Shang smiled, a smile of death.
Young lady, it’s better to be more realistic!
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Fu Shang was lying on a soft chair with one hand supporting his head. It was obvious that he was having a headache.
The curtains were tightly closed, and not a single ray of light could enter. The flas burning in the fireplace added so warmth to the room. It was a quiet night.
At this mont.
There were three rhythmic knocks on the door.
“Co in,” Fu Shang opened his eyes and said.
The person who pushed the door open was no doubt Cyril. The man’s long legs ca into view first. He walked towards Fu Shang with a cup in his hand and a perfect and gentle smile on his face.
“Master, drink so milk before you sleep. It’ll help you sleep.”
Cylaire placed the cup in his hand on the coffee table next to Fu Shang. He couldn’t tell what the cup was made of, but its matte shell gave off a Jade-like feeling.
MMH,” Fu Shang replied nonchalantly, then looked up at silaire.
He had changed his clothes.
The fireplace in the room was still burning, and the temperature was still warm. Cyril’s clothes were relatively thin.
Although the robot couldn’t feel any temperature, everything he did was like a normal person.
He had changed into a white shirt with a court-style design, which gave him an aristocratic elegance. The long black pants wrapped around her straight legs. They were slender and extrely eye-catching.
Fu min suddenly called out.
“Silaire.”
The man turned to look at Fu Shang and gave him a standard smile, master, do you have any orders for Cyril?”
As Fu Shang was sitting on a chair, he knelt down on one knee in front of the girl. The floor was covered with a blanket so he didn’t feel cold even when he knelt down.
His long fingers held onto Fu min’s hand and he planted a kiss on the back of her hand.
Then, he raised his head.
Cyril stared into Fu Shang’s eyes.
His expression was sincere and gentle, as if he was looking at so extrely important treasure..
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