Ilsa's mood was complicated.

She was kind enough to save people, but she didn't expect that she would let this guy stage a play between the farmer and the snake for her.

She thought for a moment, and then sadness showed on her beautiful face, making her fragile and touching: "Samuel, you know that this was not my intention."

"Now I just hope you can come back to me."

Samuel's expression was still for a moment.

Ilsa: Did my deception work?

"Do you think I will still believe you?" After a moment, he slowly approached Ilsa's ear and sneered sinisterly.

Ilsa: "..."

If you didn't say it earlier, it would be a waste of acting skills.

Samuel's breath blew on the side of her face, tickling her slightly, which aroused goosebumps all over her body. She tilted her head slightly, and just as her eyes were about to glance at Samuel's pair of jet-black wings, she was slightly exposed by him.

He covered his eyes with force.

"Don't look." His voice was low and hoarse, carrying some suppressed anxiety and struggle.

Ilsa was surprised by his reaction, but soon understood.

There is no doubt that Samuel has been almost corroded by the foul air of the abyss, which can be seen from his wings and eyes. But Samuel's subconscious, or his instinct is still awake,

He couldn't accept the monster he was now.

Deep in his heart he still has the pride and pride of being an angel.

"I won't look, can you let me go?" Ilsa said calmly, trying to keep her voice as soft as possible.

"Okay..." Samuel laughed softly, "After you die."

Ilsa: "..."

There is no hope, this guy is completely broken.

Her hands were raised above her head and tightly bound by Samuel, and her eyes were covered tightly by Samuel, almost losing the ability to move. In the panic-stricken silence and darkness, she could only hear the words.

Muir's heavy and rapid breathing.

It seemed like he was fighting fiercely against something, and also like he was being eaten away and dominated by something.

Ilsa could feel that he was in pain now.

She was silent for a long time, then suddenly opened her lips: "What can I do for you?"

"What can you do for me?" Samuel's sarcastic question rang in her ears, "...you will only make me suffer more."

Ilsa: "So you're just going to do nothing and let yourself turn into an ugly monster?"

"Don't talk to me in this tone!" Samuel raised his voice angrily, and Ilsa even heard a slight tremor in his voice. "The only thing I have to do now is to torture you and make you...

Feel my pain!"

Seeing that he finally returned to his angry and crazy state, Ilsa breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, okay, it seems that it has not been completely eroded.

She quietly asked Shen Nian in her mind: "Can I turn off my pain temporarily?"

"Yes, but it will take a lot of divine power."

"It doesn't matter, Shenli will do it later."

Since Samuel insists on abusing him, let him abuse him. Anyway, without the pain, this incarnation is no different from a doll. It doesn't matter even if it is broken, just reshape it again later.

What's important is whether it's worth using an incarnation to save Samuel from going dark.

After secretly making the decision, Ilsa took a deep breath. Then she blinked her eyes, and her long and thick eyelashes gently swept across Samuel's palm, "Okay, if this can alleviate your pain."

"——Then let's do it."

She was surprisingly gentle, lying quietly under Samuel. Samuel seemed not to have expected her to be so obedient, and did not make any movement for a while.

"Why don't you take action?" Ilsa said softly, "Have you not decided what to do yet?"

"Or...you don't dare?"

"My God...you are still so arrogant."

Samuel sneered. As if to prove that he indeed dared to commit the crime, he suddenly leaned forward and pressed down. Before Ilsa could prepare, two rows of sharp teeth gently bit her earlobe.

The angel's moist lips and tongue touched the base of Ilsa's ear, and his warm breath swirled in her ear. He spoke slowly, and the sharp teeth that belonged to the monster were gently grazing on Ilsa's earlobe as he spoke.

Grind.

"I have wanted to know since a long time ago, if the Supreme God can be touched, will she feel pain and pleasure?"

Ilsa didn't answer, she was as quiet as the unreachable white jade statue in the monastery.

The next second, Samuel bit down hard.

Ilsa's breathing was stagnant. Fortunately, except for the psychological effect, she felt no pain at all now.

Warm and sticky blood slowly flowed down the snow-white and tender earlobes, dripping onto the green branches and leaves. Seeing that Ilsa didn't react at all, Samuel's dark green eyes grew darker.

"It seems that you really can't feel it." He took away his hand, revealing Ilsa's eyes, and then snapped his fingers, and a transparent water pattern like a mirror suddenly appeared above the two of them.

"Then let you see with your own eyes." Samuel gently licked the blood on Ilsa's earlobe, his hoarse voice full of naked malice, "See how I will blaspheme you.

...Noble and holy goddess."

Ilsa still said nothing, but she was already cursing madly in her heart.

"Fuck, this bastard doesn't want to rape me, does he?"

Shen Nian was quite puzzled: "Didn't you ask him to torture you?"

"The torture I'm talking about is to let him vent his anger on me, not to let him vent his lust on me!"

"Absolutely. Maybe he thinks that this is the only way to really make you suffer..."

"What kind of brain circuit does this madman have?"

As soon as he regained his sight, what came into view was the scene of him being knocked down. The impact was really quite big. But Ilsa was unwilling to admit defeat at this time, so she had to grit her teeth, pretending to be calm, and remained motionless.

Let Samuel lift up her skirt.

"Aren't you afraid?" Samuel gently stroked the girl's delicate and fair skin, and flapped his broad wings maliciously, causing Ilsa's skirt to be lifted up by the cool breeze.

"Or...you have no idea what I'm going to do?"

Ilsa: No one knows!

Looking at Samuel like this, she suddenly felt ridiculous.

It was clear that the man who once admired the goddess the most was now using the dirtiest means to blaspheme his beloved goddess.

But no matter what he does, he will never turn back into a pure angel.

Why did this happen? Who should be blamed for the current situation?

She suddenly became curious about why the angel made the mistake in the first place.

Perhaps she was thinking too much, but Ilsa's heart calmed down. She raised her eyes slightly, staring at Samuel with pity and tenderness, with a faint glimmer of water in her eyes: "Samuel, don't deceive yourself anymore.

"

Samuel was startled for a moment, then gradually gritted his teeth: "What do you know..."

"I can tell you honestly, I know exactly what you are going to do to me, and I will also feel fear and pain, guilt and humiliation. But I am God, these are not important to me at all. What really makes me feel

Sadly..."

She looked deeply at Samuel, her clear pupils reflecting his chaotic and twisted expression, "I can feel your pain, but I cannot share your pain."

"This is what makes me saddest."

Samuel's body trembled and he was completely stunned.

He clearly saw a drop of crystal tear slowly flowing out of the corner of Ilsa's eyes when she finished saying this.

Strange, can goddesses cry too?

Is she crying for him?

For the first time, the angel's face filled with hatred showed a childlike confusion. He blinked his eyes at a loss, looking pitiful and helpless.

"...Are you telling the truth? Do you really feel sorry for me...?"

Look, what a pitiful child, the former goddess had the heart to punish him, what a hard-hearted person she was.

Samuel sighed while liberating her hands from Samuel's restraints. She carefully stroked Samuel's brow bone, like stroking a piece of precious porcelain.

"Of course it's true, otherwise why would I come to you?"

The tone of this sentence was too gentle, and an indescribable emotion surged into Samuel's heart. The place where the girl touched his brow seemed to be burning, and he indulged in those soft and quiet eyes.

In his blue pupils, he suddenly seemed to see something, and suddenly turned his face away in embarrassment.

"...But I have turned into a monster."
To be continued...