Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy Chapter 911: God's descent (18)1

Chapter 911: G.o.d’s descent (18)1

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The blood of the G.o.ds was the catalyst for the contract.

As for why the dark G.o.d chose to kiss her… That was unknown.

Fu min didn’t notice this detail.

Perhaps it was because of his preconceived notion that silaire was her lover who had accompanied her through so many small worlds, Fu Shang had neglected many things and did not think deeply about some things.

And this proud G.o.d had suffered a lot.

Hodel left as if nothing had happened.

Fu min was on the verge of exploding as he clenched his fists so tightly that his fingers creaked.

His mind calmed down and quickly thought.

Fu Shang’s eyes drooped slightly as his fingers gradually tightened around the dark velvet quilt on the bed. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

The expensive incense burning in the room had been extinguished, leaving only ashes in the incense burner, and the remaining fragrance attacked the girl’s nerves.

He felt frustrated for no reason.

Fu Shang pondered in his heart.

The dark G.o.d, Hodel.

Even a G.o.d in a weakened state was powerful to an outrageous extent.

After going through so many small worlds, this was the first time Fu min felt fear from an NPC.

If he was at his peak, then if he were in heaven, he would probably be able to fight her original body.

Fu Shang frowned.

How could there be such a powerful existence in a small world… This didn’t make sense.

Then, she turned to look at Cyril, who was lying beside her and had crashed.

Fu Shang was speechless.

She reached out and pinched the man’s high nose bridge, covering his nose mischievously. Then, he remembered that robots didn’t need to breathe, so he put his hand down again.

He said in a low, m.u.f.fled voice.

Cyril, your master is being bullied, and you’re actually crashing!

The man had no reaction.

Fu Shang stared at him with resentment for the whole night. When the sky started to turn bright, she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a dark and sweet dream.

He had only slept for two hours.

Fu Shang felt someone calling her to get up. She impatiently moved her body, turned over, and lay on the soft bed sheet. She rolled up the quilt and buried her head under the pillow.

He waved his hand again.

He indicated that he didn’t want to disturb him.

“…. Don’t… I’m very tired, I want to sleep.”

However, the other party continued to hara.s.s her tirelessly.

“Master, your magic cla.s.s for today is about to begin. If you don’t get up now, you’ll be late for today’s cla.s.s …”

Fu Shang continued to lie on his stomach, his two hands gripping the soft pillow and pressing his head under it.

I can’t hear, I can’t hear, I can’t hear.

She was already dead.

Go to h.e.l.l with the cla.s.s and all that, she wanted to sleep.

The robot’s Blue eyes flickered. He put away his hands that were wearing elegant white gloves and stood in front of Fu Shang’s bed. He looked a little helpless, as if he could do nothing about his master’s lazing in bed.

“You’re making things difficult for me, master.”

Yes, robots could not force their Masters to do things they did not want to do.

Cyril was only responsible for waking Fu Shang up the next day.

However, if Fu min was really unwilling to do so …

Even silaire could not force her.

The lump on the bed was quiet for five minutes, then slowly moved.

The black-haired girl sat up.

She was still wrapped in a soft velvet blanket, only revealing her head, and her long hair was piled up like seaweed.

Fu Shang barely opened one eye.

His eyes swept over cylaire.

“You’re not dead yet?”