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

Clean-washed teenager.

Like a fairy who has fallen into the earth, it is flexible and has a thrilling beauty.

Lay on a clean and comfortable bed.

Perfect and exquisite is not something that God can create.

Axte stroked the boy's soft and fluffy flaxen curly hair, and his eyes carried a gentleness that he had never felt before.

He never wanted to be with someone forever.

The gods do not die or die.

In this land, he coldly watched the gods tease the humans of this land for their own evil tastes, and watched the war for desire.

His Tilo.

Worthy of the finest gem in the world.

Any god who peeps into his treasures will become his enemy.

Including, the sun god Apollo who created him.

He took the boy into his arms, feeling the smooth and cool skin like satin, and the ends of the boy's slightly wet hair gradually became dry and smooth under the divine power of Axte.

He couldn't wait for the war to end and couldn't wait for the wedding.

Declare his ownership of the juvenile to everyone.

Keep all the jackals, tigers and leopards who peep at the teenager out of the city walls.

The boy slept soundly in his arms.

The body curled up, facing him.

The soft and smooth curls of the teenager's neck, with the floral fragrance after bathing, mixed with a faint milk fragrance like a newborn cub, are fascinating.

That is his own.

......

Candle Youlin slept deeply this time.

The injuries on his body have completely disappeared.

The tattered robe on his body has been replaced with the finest fabric, with exquisite and intricate gold patterns on it, symbolizing the hot sun.

Faintly radiant.

He stood in front of the mirror, clear and transparent, like the ripples of water, and completely reflected his figure.

It was his own face.

The hem of the white robe reveals the white legs between walks, sliding down deep into the thighs.

I don't know when a circle of gold patterns was attached to the base of his thighs, perhaps when Axter decorated him when he was asleep.

At the ankles, there are more thin, golden feet, connected to the full, rounded toes.

Glow in the sun.

Axte didn't know where to go, and he wanted to go out and look for him.

Suddenly remembering something, he took the thin, delicate, cumbersome gold banding and tied it again.

For the first time, he walked out of the tent.

When he was brought back by Axte, he buried his face in the man's arms the whole time, for fear of being recognized, he was the son of the demon who was hunted down.

"Your Highness Tilo, later Fuis will present you with a sumptuous and exquisite meal for you to enjoy. "

A beautiful woman with blonde and soft curly hair, always with a bright smile on her face, and blue eyes like the color of the sky.

Wearing a delicate wreath, it looks like walking down from a painting.

She was sacrificed by Agamemnon to the goddess Artemis, and was eventually replaced with a stag, never to see her dearest mother again.

"Don't tell anyone, I've been here, okay?" asked Ifegenea with a gentle smile, she just missed her mother a little, missed her family, but didn't want to be seen by her father.

Agamemnon broke her heart and tricked her into offering a sacrifice with Achilles' marriage contract with her, knowing that this was a threat from the goddess and that her father could only obey.

She just, just didn't want to see his father.