The little milk dragon is pampered and teased by the crazy boss

Everyone in the Greek camp knew that Axter had brought back the prophesied son of the devil, and the exquisite and luxurious strap was too recognizable.

The boy sat in Axter's arms, his white robe was loose and crumbling, revealing his fair straight thighs, and it was exceptionally soft in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Grabbing everyone's attention.

Even if they covered their eyes, they had to admit the beauty of Tilo.

Even Aphrodite, the goddess of love, would only be ashamed of herself.

The winning warrior will be entitled to beautiful women, sweet wine, and countless treasures.

Agamemnon deserved to be the leader of the coalition army, and a few words made the blood of all the soldiers present boil, and their eyes were hot, and they wanted to kill those shameless Trojans now and avenge their dead comrades.

Overwhelming cheers.

The boy sat on Axte's lap, letting the other hold him, and stared intently at the sweaty Greek soldiers in the dueling arena.

Every victory causes cheers.

They drank their wine, no longer thinking about the coming war, they vented their anger and unease, and enjoyed the last before dawn.

Axter's silver eyes were like cold moonlight, forever indifferent and calm.

The pupils are completely opposite to the sun god Apollo, and no one will believe that these two are split from the same god.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Axte's silver hair with a soft glow.

Long silver smooth hair tied casually behind.

Simple silver jewelry.

It is not as noble and graceful as other gods.

The boy looked at the duel seriously.

Axte, however, kept staring intently at the boy.

Candle Youlin let out a small yawn and leaned into Axte's arms, a deep sleepiness struck, and he rested his face on the man's chest.

Unguarded and reserved.

It's absolute trust.

Aktor stroked the boy's smooth and fair face.

A kiss fell on that soft lip.

"Good night, my little highness.

Axte's voice was excessively soft, like a lullaby that coaxed people to sleep, and soon he could not open his eyes and fell into a sweet dream.

The duel arena was too noisy.

Axter spread his huge wings and flew into the air.

Intimately shields the wind.

The inside of the tent is richly decorated with soft carpets on the floor.

Axter carefully placed the sleeping man on the soft bed.

Untied the binding straps.

Revealed those eyes that even the gods dared not look at directly.

Thick crow feathers cast shadows on the lower eyelids.

It is these clean and clear eyes that tempt everyone into the abyss without knowing it.

Axter kissed the boy's eyebrow.

Religious, yet cautious.

I was afraid of waking up a sleeping person.

"Tilo, maybe I'm really seduced by you and want to monopolize you, hide you, and keep you from being discovered by anyone.

"But I can't do it, so selfishly trapping you in a piece of heaven and earth."

"You should belong to the free wind of the wilderness, like a free bird, swimming in the blue sky, and I will always guard you."

Axter took the boy into his arms.

If Zeus had known that the son of the demon was still alive, he would have been outraged.

Hera, the queen of heaven, had instigated the wind god to oppose Zeus's opinion, and was punished by an angry Zeus tied with a gold chain kun, hung in mid-air for public display.

He had to prepare early to protect Tilo from being torn apart by an angry Zeus.

The selfish and arrogant king of the gods, fearing that the prophesied son of demons would manipulate him to rule the gods, ordered a hunt to be hunted down.