The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Wei Ya endured and tolerated Camillo, and finally made an exception this time and issued an order to use the imperial army to escort Camillo into the hall for interrogation.

But the forbidden army did not dare to be rough on the demon king in the north, not to mention the presence of the demon god Amedeo. The two sides had a stalemate, and finally had to respectfully invite them to the main hall.Camillo was even less self-conscious. He stopped and stopped along the way, and more than 100 imperial guards had to stop and wait for him alone.

Seeing that he always rubbed his eyes, Amedeo asked, "Is your eyes uncomfortable?"

"Well, it's a bit burning, but it's uncomfortable anyway," Camillo rubbed the corners of his eyes, and moved to Amedeo's side pitifully, "Why don't you give me a blow?"

There were guards from the imperial army around, Amedeo frowned, and said coldly: "I will ask the doctor to show you later."

Camillo didn't find a bargain, and felt a little disappointed, and angrily distanced himself from Amedeo.Afterwards, they walked into a small hall covered with a red carpet, and the guards checked whether they were equipped with weapons. Another person preached the etiquette for meeting His Majesty before they could enter the main hall.

The herald in front of the palace gate puffed out his chest, and shouted in a serious manner: "Amedeo, the demon god, Camillo, the demon king of the north, ask for an audience..."

Camilo slapped him on the face, blocking the drake-like voice.

"It's so noisy, obviously Wei Ya asked me to come, this is not my request!" Before the imperial guards opened the door for him, he pushed the door impatiently and walked in.

In the main hall, Wei Ya was summoning the cabinet members for questioning, and when Camillo entered the door, he suddenly became the focus of the audience.

Wei Ya sat on a high throne, with anger, hatred, and vigilance mixed on that handsome face, "Camilo, don't be too presumptuous!"

He sternly ordered, and dozens of imperial guards rushed up, armed with spears and halberds, and surrounded Camelot in the center.

Camillo curled his lips, didn't he just smash a few trees, why should he suffer so much?

His thoughts turned sharply, and he suddenly remembered that when Wei Ya came to the north to ask for the alliance, he seemed to bully him a lot, and even imprisoned him with a barrier. Compared with the current situation, it can only be worse And nothing less.

Thinking that he really offended him first, Camillo put away all his hostility and said with a smile, "I don't know that you still have something to do, so I won't bother you. I'll withdraw first and talk about it another day."

Just as he was about to run away, he bumped into someone with his left shoulder.

Camillo looked up and met a pair of ice-blue eyes. Amedeo stared at him with a frown and remained silent. Camillo suddenly had a bad premonition, and Amedeo would probably reprimand him again. He has no manners.But the next second his wrist tightened, Amedeo actually dragged him towards Wei Ya, but he didn't stop in front of the silver-plated stairs, but continued to step up the stairs, reaching the highest level where the throne was.

This is where the Sovereign stands, and that is where Camelot stands as well.

But the Southern Demon Realm would not recognize this "king" of the foreign race, and the expressions of several guards changed instantly, almost drawing their swords and rushing up desperately, "You guys are so courageous! How could this dragon clansman be able to step on the supreme throne! "

Amedeo turned around, glanced slightly, and under the prestige, the group of imperial guards fell backwards in unison.

Wei Ya's expression was a little subtle. He didn't want to confront Amedeo head-on, but he didn't want to lose face in front of everyone, so he waved his hand and said, "It's all gone. I want to talk to him alone."

All the guards and ministers withdrew, leaving only Wei Ya, Camillo and Amedeo in the hall.

"Camilo, then I'll be blunt," Wei Ya said in a deep voice, "If you want to fight, you can go to the training ground to fight. Why go crazy in the royal garden, the garden is a place for prayer and meditation , how can you allow yourself to be presumptuous!"

Camilo folded his hands and said nonchalantly, "Didn't it just smash a few trees, the North can afford it."

"Compensation?" Wei Ya sneered, "Then how do you pay for your injury to my cabinet elder Krops?!"

Camillo felt unhappy when he thought of this, and said provocatively: "That's why he provoked me first, he dared to meet with Amedeo in private, the dog chewed something, I didn't pull out his tongue Not bad."

"Then why is there another saying that you shot and hurt people because of your madness and out of control?"

"Absolutely nonsense! I'm just competing with Amedeo, who told you that your palace is too boring, people always have to exercise their muscles and bones, don't they?" Camillo retorted cheekily.

The corners of Wei Ya's eyes twitched. More than 1000 guards witnessed it with their own eyes. Camillo could still open his eyes and talk nonsense. This rascal's urination was exactly the same as when he was a child. He didn't want to stay with this guy for a second!

"Then since you are competing with the Demon God, why did you suddenly rush towards Yimil?" Wei Ya asked sternly.

Camillo was stunned, turned around and asked Amedeo: "Did I attack Yimil?"

Amedeo puts it mildly in one word: "Attempted."

"..." Camelot looked stunned, how is this possible! ?

Wei Ya mocked: "You really don't remember anything, how dare you say you didn't lose control?"

Camillo didn't refute, and his expression was unexpectedly serious.

Not to mention that the madness this time came a bit strange, his divine power is increasing day by day, and he has mastered the madness of the dragon clan. It should be impossible to lose his mind, and he should not be angry because of the actions of a mere cabinet elder.

What's more, when he really lost his mind, why didn't he attack Amedeo who was nearby, but why did he rush to attack Yimil?

He turned his head and looked at Amedeo, thought it over a few times, and said seriously: "Via, there is one thing that I think you need to know."

"Stop talking nonsense." Wei Ya said impatiently.

But what he heard next made his face change drastically, Wei Ya immediately left government affairs behind and rushed directly to Yimeler's residence.

"Yimile, come out!" Wei Ya shattered the lock with his palm, and strode in.

Yimil was standing in front of the window in a silky white dress, seemingly lost in thought, seeing Wei Ya suddenly barging in, he quickly collected his thoughts and said with a smile, "What's the matter, Camillo has spoken rudely to you again? "

Wei Ya originally came to him to "settle accounts", but when he heard the other party's voice, his momentum was unbelievably weak, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "You...why didn't you tell me?"

Yimil stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Oh? What does Your Majesty want to know?"

Wei Ya was a little annoyed, and raised his voice to ask: "Why didn't you tell me about the prophecy of the Book of Century!"

Yimil was stunned: "The prophecy...camillo told you?"

"Do you trust me? Or do you think I'm too useless?" Wei Ya bit his lip and stared at Yimil angrily, "Shouldn't we be the closest relationship in this world? Don't tell me! Is it because you are a high god and I am just a mere demon?"

Hearing the other party's aggrieved and stubborn voice, Yimiler sighed lightly. He raised Wei Ya's chin with his index finger, leaned forward, and gently licked the bite marks on his lips with the tip of his tongue. wounded.

"You have never been a mere demon." Yimil pressed his forehead against him, and comforted him softly, "You are Weiya Tras, as noble as a star, and a true royal family."

Wei Ya was not satisfied with such a perfunctory answer, he hugged Yimil's neck tightly, and kissed his lips again, his lips and tongue were tightly intertwined, unwilling to separate for a moment, the heat of the air was constantly rising.

"Yimile, do you love me?" Wei Ya hugged Yimil tightly, his face was reflected in his eyes filled with steam.

"Of course, my dear majesty." Yimila untied Wei Ya's hair, and the moonlight-like silver hair scattered around his waist, like a crystal-carved snow lotus, fragile and noble.He had envied Amedeo more than once, being able to accompany such a beauty day after day, if it was him, he would definitely not be able to resist locking up this young man and letting his lovely canary live In the exquisite and gorgeous castle, no one will see him, and he will never be exposed to the filth of the outside world.

Yimil took advantage of the opportunity to hug Wei Ya to the bed. He put one knee between Wei Ya's legs, bent down, and looked closely at Wei Ya's purple eyes: "You are so beautiful, I love you so much."

Wei Ya clasped his fingers together, still a little uneasy: "You will be fine, right?"

"No," Yimil looked at him tenderly, and repeated again, "No, please believe me, after we find the ruins and destroy that chapter of the Book of the Century, the crisis can be resolved."

He stroked Wei Ya's body, kissing his sensitive neck and ear tips over and over again, Wei Ya raised his head and neck, enduring the numbness of his body, he said intermittently and stubbornly:

"If Camillo dares to attack you again, I will be the first to kill him!"

Yimil smiled, and whispered in his ear: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will not leave you."

This is the most beautiful confession he has ever heard. He has already experienced a painful loss, and he never wants to experience it again, "Well, you will always be by my side." Wei Ya closed his eyes, satisfied Embrace your loved one by your side.

The candlelight was extinguished, and the room hummed again and again.

The author has something to say: this arrogant Wei Ya has finally been crushed!