Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Celie looked down and saw that her boots and calves were turning into stone at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And the petrification trend is still spreading upwards.

Celia's face suddenly changed, and she immediately mobilized her own powerful magic power, trying to use her own magic power to forcibly dispel Lateran's magic.

But this petrification magic was extremely stubborn, and its speed of dispelling could not keep up with the opponent's spreading speed.

Fortunately, the petrification magic had been weakened by Celia's shield, and it stopped spreading when it reached Celia's knees.

Lord also saw this scene and exclaimed: "Celiai, don't be stunned!"

The next second after the Lateran beam was emitted, Lord dodged the one that was shot at him, and the beam instantly turned the rock behind him into gray-white.

At the same time, he immediately came to Celie's side, put his arms around her waist without hesitation, and dodged to the side.

Celia's petrified boots and clothes were torn apart by the intense activity, revealing the fair skin underneath.

Lord held her and retreated repeatedly, avoiding the range of the petrifying beam that continued to be shot by the opponent.

"How are you?"

Lord protected Celia behind him and looked at her calves nervously.

Fortunately, only the boots and a little bit of skin surface were petrified. Celie immediately used holy magic, and the grayish-white color on the skin gradually faded away.

"fine."

Celie's voice was a little cold, more of annoyance at her own carelessness.

"This magic... is very troublesome, but fortunately, holy magic can be effective."

"give it to me."

Lord stopped talking nonsense and pulled out the cloth-wrapped Orger.

He doesn't pretend anymore!

Let this demon see what a melee mage is!

"Huh! You even know holy magic!" Lateran was a little angry when he saw that his attack was easily dispelled. He started to attack again, "Turn all of you into stone!"

"Stone? Your head looks like a stone to me."

Lord sneered and suddenly disappeared!

It's not high-speed movement, but almost short-distance space teleportation.

This was something he researched based on the ruptured space during the decisive battle at the Land of the Fallen Gods, as well as the large teleportation arrays used by the Skywing Clan and the Demon Clan.

A mage who can't flash is not a good mage!

Rutland only felt a flash before his eyes, and Lord appeared in front of him.

Orger, with an extremely dazzling holy light, chopped towards his own head viciously.

"What!?"

Lateran was shocked and hastily used petrification magic. He raised his arm and even thought that he could use the petrified arm to block Orger's attack!

clang!

The holy light collided with the arm containing petrifying magic, and a harsh sound erupted.

Lateran only felt a huge force coming, and what frightened him even more was that the holy sword in front of him seemed to be the nemesis of his magic. Wherever it touched, his magic became sluggish.

"hateful!"

Lateran roared, and the demonic energy in his body burst out, trying to force Lord back.

After all, no creature dares to be contaminated by the dark aura of the demons, and the human in front of him must be the same.

But Celia's revenge came even faster.

"Don't think about it!"

There were no fancy spells, only the purest cold. As if to give someone a taste of their own medicine, Celie used frost magic.

An ice-blue halo instantly enveloped Lateran's feet, and frost rapidly spread upwards.

Click, click, click!

The hard ice instantly froze Rutland's lower body in place, and the ground beneath his feet was covered with a thick layer of frost.

His magical outburst was forcibly interrupted.

"No!"

Rutland was horrified to find that he could not move, just like he had petrified others, but now, he was actually being "frozen" by others.

If the magic power does not completely crush oneself and the strength does not reach a strong enough level, it is impossible to do such a thing.

At the same time, Lord seized the opportunity, exerted force with Org in his hand, and actually cut off Lateran's petrified arm.

Even so, Lord did not stop, but swung Orger and hit the opponent's chest with heavy force.

boom!

"what!!!"

Rutland was hit by a heavy hammer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He was knocked away and hit the rocks in the distance heavily, then slid to the ground.

The battle ended cleanly.

In front of these two people who had once fought against gods, the so-called "Four Heavenly Kings" seemed so vulnerable.

It is also possible that the current Four Heavenly Kings are just the tallest among the short ones. After all, the truly powerful demons were killed by the false gods in the past.

Lord walked up to Lateran, who fell to the ground in pain, with the tip of Org's sword pointing at his throat.

"Damn you human! His Majesty the Demon King will not let you go!"

Lord looked down at him condescendingly. When he heard him mention His Majesty the Demon King, his eyes flickered slightly: "Listen, I don't care what your purpose is in appearing here, go back and tell your Demon King!"

He paused, his voice low, but with a tone similar to a declaration: "Tell him that one day, his former companions will come to find him personally, and then cut off all his pain and bring him relief!"

Chapter 137 Miss Elf's Weakness

Rutland was a little confused about what Lord said.

The origins of the Demon King Asmodeus are extremely mysterious, and no one in the demon clan knows it at all. But the person before him seems to know some of the truth?

"You won't kill me?"

"Killing you would only dirty my sword! Go!" Lord retracted Orger. "By the way, 'Seven Collapse Sages' does sound much better than 'Four Heavenly Kings'. I suggest you adopt it."

Rutland struggled to get up and disappeared from everyone's sight in a miserable state.

Celie walked over to Lord, looked in the direction where Rutland had disappeared, and snorted softly, "You're so generous, giving them new titles."

"The title isn't important. What's important is that I give Eric a message, and he'll die sooner or later."

Lord shrugged and looked at Celie's ankle. The traces of petrification there had completely disappeared, leaving only white skin. "Is your foot okay?"

"Ah."

"Words alone are not enough. I have to see it for myself before I can feel at ease!" Lord said righteously, his eyes full of sincerity for his partner's safety.

Celie always felt that his gaze was a little strange, so she subconsciously refused: "No thanks."

"That won't do!" Lord's voice was undeniable. "It would be disastrous if that demon's petrification magic had some hidden potential for erosion. I've experienced this before!"

Although Celie felt that what Lord said made sense, before she could respond, she saw the man came in front of her, leaned over, and stretched out his big hand that seemed to have bad intentions.

"Lord!"

Celie subconsciously tried to step back, but the man's hand was faster.

His palm immediately wrapped around her slender ankle tightly, and the heat from his palm instantly burned into her skin.

Now Celie didn't dare to move at all. If she accidentally fell, it would be so embarrassing.

"Sit down first!" Lord raised his head, his eyes full of worry, as if he was really just fulfilling the care of a close friend.

His thumb gently rested on the skin that had just been hit by the petrification magic but had recovered to its original state, carefully feeling the delicate coolness.

"How does it feel here?" He seemed to be asking, but his fingers were actually circling on the skin, feeling the touch of the elf's skin like the finest silk.

Celie was pinned to the spot by his sudden action and the caring look in his eyes.

The feeling of her ankle being completely wrapped by his palm was extremely clear, and the warm feeling came continuously, mixed with the slight itch brought by the other's fingers.

It was like a tiny electric current, climbing up the nerves in her calves, causing her entire body to feel an indescribable numbness.

She lowered her head and looked at the man squatting in front of her. His golden hair fell, covering part of his face, leaving only a seemingly extremely serious profile, while also hiding the panic on the elf lady's face.

This strange feeling made her whole body tremble inexplicably.

"It seems there's nothing wrong with it." Lord muttered to himself, but his palm slid down along the other's smooth calf very naturally.

"There's no need to check here, right?" Miss Elf tried to stop her, but it was too late.

The man took off her boots, revealing her cute little feet, which were held up by one hand.

Celia has beautiful feet, with a slightly curved arch and toes as round as jade. The skin on her feet is so white that it is almost transparent, and even the touch is surprisingly delicate.

Lord's thumb gently, with a hint of tentative force, scraped across Celia's tender and sensitive sole.

"Um…!"

An unexpected itch shot up from the soles of my feet to my heart like an electric current.

Celia's body trembled uncontrollably, and her toes curled up subconsciously, just like a frightened little animal curling up its body instinctively.

Being touched in such a way where no one had ever touched her, the strange and exciting feeling made her scalp numb!

"take it easy!"

Lord had expected this; anyone whose soles were tickled would experience this. However, although he said this, his hand holding her soles was more stable, completely suppressing her instinctive retreat.

He even raised his head and said seriously, "Celiai, relax. I'm checking your nerve reflex, which is a subconscious body movement. Your strong reaction is a good thing, which means there's no damage to your senses."

As he spoke, as if to verify his statement, he once again used his thumb to massage the sensitive soft flesh of her sole with even greater force.

"I've never heard of this word before. You...you let me go first!" Celie's pointed elf ears had turned pink because of the itchiness and numbness in her heart.

The itchiness caused by the repeated teasing of the soles of her feet, mixed with the numbness that made her heart beat faster, came over her in waves like a tide.