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

Axte's sword killed countless living beings, but he hesitated at this moment.

The boy's clean and clear eyes are not stained with dust.

It's like the last pure land in this world.

The boy's body was soft, and his white and tender skin was as smooth as milk, perfectly inheriting all of Helen's beauty, enough to make all the gods crazy for him.

His reason told him that he had been ordered to come and kill the son of the demon who was prophesied to destroy the entire world.

The body uncontrollably holds the person in its arms.

His sword of justice fell into the sand.

His gaze could no longer leave those clean and clear eyes.

The heart that had always been fair wavered at that moment.

He wanted to keep the boy in his own hands.

Do not get involved in a brutal war.

Let this beauty belong to him alone.

"I won't kill you, but I want you to wear this strap forever and not let anyone see your amber eyes."

"It will bring disaster to you."

Axte re-tied the strap around the boy's eyes, like a seductive and depraved golden apple given by Aphrodite, the goddess of love.

Obviously, he has never been moved by anything.

But just because he saw these eyes, he completely sank.

"I will, God-sama."

The boy obediently allowed the other party to re-tie the bandage, this band that was blessed by God, he could only see vague things when he wore it, and all he saw was black and white, and he could no longer appreciate the colors of the land.

This is the blessing that her mother, Helen, asked Aphrodite, the goddess of love.

He was born unfortunate.

Like the golden apple given by God, it constantly arouses the evil desire in people's hearts, wanting to completely destroy this beauty.

She only hopes that her son, Tilo, can grow up and be loved.

Do not be plundered by the greedy superior and become the spoils of the overcome.

"Will Lord Kamisaki really take me away?"

The young man's voice was hesitant, all the people were going to kill him, and no one would want to return with a scourge.

Even if the cold armor caused him some pain, he was unwilling to let go of his hand.

He smelled a familiar, reassuring smell in Axte

, the intuition of young beasts was often the sharpest, and the instinct that made him inexplicably believe every word Axter said.

Axte directly picked him up.

Huge wings spread out, setting off a gust of wind and waves, and the hot gravel exuded scorching heat and flew high into the sky.

Carefully protect the boy in his arms.

Don't let the cruel wind blade cut his delicate skin.

Axte brought him back to the positions of the Greeks, and most of the soldiers did not know the prophesied son of the devil.

Axter placed him carefully on the bed, holding the white jade foot, which had tiny scratches and dried blood.

With sharp tweezers, Axter carefully picked out the fine sand in the wound.

Candle Youlin was afraid of the pain and shrunk.

"I'm hungry, I'll ask someone to bring you something to eat."

Axte lowered his voice and quietly diverted the boy's attention.

The boy's eyes lit up, and the straps covered his expression, and he could only see that the boy's whole body was radiating joy.

He had fled in the desert for so long, the scalding rough gravel burning the soles of his feet, and he was frightened and terrified, afraid that he would be captured.

He didn't want to go back to that dark and damp dungeon.

"Hmm." The boy's voice was full of joy, like a newborn bird.

Seeing that his attention was completely diverted, Axte stained the ointment with his fingertips and applied it to the injured area.

The small wounds healed quickly and recovered as before.