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

The huge basilisk was like a mountain, and in front of him, Candle Youlin was like a small ant, which could be easily crushed to death.

The ground shook as I crawled.

The teenager tried to get up and escape, and compared to the behemoth, everything seemed so futile.

When the basilisk opens its mouth to the abyss.

Candle Youlin looked at the terrifying basilisk with despair in his eyes, he closed his eyes, tears slipped down the corners of his eyes, maybe it was time for him to leave this world.

Goodbye, Axte.

"In case of danger, pray to the sun god Apollo that he will come to your rescue. A

sudden sound of Axte's gentle voice seemed to soothe his uneasy emotions.

"My dear Lord Sun God, your faithful believers pray for your blessing so that I can survive in the mouth of the basilisk and prevent them from finding the place where I am hiding..."

As the fangs approached the boy, a golden light slammed the approaching basilisk away, and the huge snake head hit the ground and tumbled several times.

Candle Youlin fell into a warm and hot embrace, and the cold armor hurt his skin, but he hugged Apollo's neck tightly.

Helplessness and panic swept through his mind, making his body tremble as the towering basilisk roared and chased the sun god Apollo behind.

"Hold me tight. A

familiar and warm voice sounded in my ears.

Candle Youlin hugged Apollo's neck tightly, not letting himself fall when flying at high speed, and the survival instinct allowed him to hang on Apollo's body like a koala.

Apollo only felt that his neck was suddenly a little softer, with a wet coolness, which was the tears of a teenager.

The embrace is occupied by softness and sweetness.

Apollo's body stiffened, but he still rolled over, pulled the golden bow and arrow in his hand, and aimed it at the basilisk's eyes.

With the heat of the sun's fire, it shot into the basilisk's red eyes.

The basilisk flicked its body in pain, and the arrow successfully slowed down its chase.

Apollo was also not fond of war, he had already seen countless winged demons coming from afar, covering the sky and blocking the sun.

He kept holding the boy in his arms and flew to his Sun God Palace, where there will never be a sunset and the safest place at the moment.

He heard the prayers of the faithful, and the inexplicable emotions forced him to forcibly break free from the chains that bound him.

Rushed to the boy's side and rescued him from the mouth of the basilisk.

He put the boy down carefully.

The originally smooth and white skin is now full of shocking scars.

Even if you wear a strap, you can't hide your beauty.

The ghost made a difference, he stretched out his hand and untied the strap he had made with his own hands, just by looking at it, he wanted to see what the eyes under the strap looked like.

The soft and luxurious straps slipped off, revealing those beautiful amber eyes that discolored heaven and earth, clean and clear, like unstained white paper.

There were tears on his face at the moment.

Under his palm, stained with slightly cool tears.

He carefully wiped the tears from the boy's face.

Reverently dropped a light kiss on his forehead.

"Tillow, I finally know why Axter is willing to be an enemy of the gods and protect you.

Apollo ran down the tip of the boy's nose.

Kiss down.

Finally landed on that soft lip.

It is the cleanest pure land of this land, untainted with a single dust, and should not exist in the purity and purity of this world.

That's what Axter did everything to protect.