The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Seeing someone kneeling on the ground clutching their throats, the crowd suddenly became agitated, and everyone dared not touch the things on the table again. The words "there is poison in the wine" exploded all of a sudden.

"Quiet, he's just allergic to alcohol." Amedeo's words sounded in everyone's consciousness. He tore off the mask, then picked up Camillo, and walked quickly through the crowd to the ball hall.

The crowd was stunned. The high and inviolable Lord Demon God also attended the ball, but they missed this excellent opportunity to get close. The ladies almost cried to death, and some fainted on the spot.

"Let the doctor come to see me." After ordering the guards at the door, he stepped into the teleportation array that had been set up in advance.

After tossing through the teleportation array, Camillo felt even more uncomfortable in his stomach. He pushed Amedeo's arm: "Fuck, put me down, I'm going to vomit."

The other party put him down, and Camillo staggered forward a few steps, put one hand against the pillar, bent over and retched, but now his throat was swollen and painful, and he even found it difficult to breathe, let alone Said to vomit.

He couldn't hate this kind of physique more. How could there be people who are allergic to alcohol in the world? Such people should have been eliminated by the laws of biology long ago!

Hearing his hoarse breathing like an old bellows, Amedeo felt distressed, and he turned around and shouted, "Where is the doctor!"

The servants around him were so frightened that they fell to their knees. Fortunately, the old men in white coats arrived soon. At this time, Camillo was coughing violently with his mouth covered. His face was flushed, and his eyes were even a little blurred under the influence of alcohol. .

"You have to spit out the alcohol immediately. This is an emetic medicine, please take it."

Camillo glanced at the pill, and turned his head away with an ugly expression.

Amedeo saw what he meant, and asked sternly: "Don't you all have eyes? In this case, how can he still take the pills!"

The doctor quickly apologized, then ground the medicine into powder and mixed it with water and gave it to Camilo, who finally vomited out under the effect of the medicine.

"How do you feel?" Amedeo asked, supporting him.

"Get your dirty hands away!" He slapped Amedeo's hand off, and walked forward a few steps unsteadily, but quickly lost his balance and moved to one side.

But he fell on the man's chest again. Amedeo hugged him and shouted with trembling chest: "What's going on? Why hasn't he recovered yet?"

The doctor knelt down in panic: "Your Majesty, vomiting can't expel all the alcohol. People who are sensitive to alcohol are easy to get drunk and get rashes on their bodies. It will take a day or two at the earliest to recover."

At this time, Camillo tore open his neckline indiscriminately, exposing a piece of abnormally red skin, and Amedeo had to grab his wrist to stop him from continuing to take it off.And Camillo felt the coolness on Amedeo's body, so he greedily approached him, and even put his hands around his neck.

The people next to him were stupefied, and they didn't even look at the target when they were playing drunk, and they actually started to touch the respected Lord Demon God.

Just when everyone thought that this shameless priest would be beaten away, Amedeo picked him up by the waist, brought him into his palace, and put him on the bed himself.

At this time, Camillo had already torn off all the clothes on his upper body, and there were large patches of red on his body, which was unbearably itchy. If Amedeo hadn't held him down, he would probably bleed from scratching.

"Be patient, I'll get someone to dispense the medicine for you."

Amedeo was about to get up, but he was yanked by the person on the bed and fell on the bed. Camillo took advantage of the situation and pressed on him, slowly crawling in front of him.

"Hey... do you have any allergies, eh?"

His long hair was stuck to his slender collarbone due to sweat, his cheeks were blushing, and his eyes were covered with mist, not to mention that he was now naked/topless, with a face that was more delicate than a woman's , only the word temptation can describe it.

Amedeo's Adam's apple obviously rolled up and down... He was hard, although both the target and the timing were wrong, but as a man with normal physiology and abstinence for hundreds of years, the appearance of this man in front of him was not enough Are people "allergic"?

"Is there?" Camillo got close again, and his hot breath sprayed on Amedeo's lips. He opened his thin lips slightly as if possessed by a demon, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Have……"

"Heh~" Camilo laughed evilly, his eyes full of malice, "Then I will kill you with that thing."

A mass of black rushed towards him, and Amedeo pushed him away suddenly, and his divine power formed a golden shield to block the attack of the Dark God.

Someone lying on the bed laughed wildly, as if mocking Amedeo's self-indulgence.

He took a trembling breath, and walked out of the bedroom without looking back. He should have known that the Dark God formed power by absorbing the negativity of believers. This kind of divine power could not pollute the spiritual level of the god himself. When the previous dark god, Vanessa, was still alive, all the gods kept her at arm's length, and they all said, "Vanessa is a complete lunatic."

Fortunately, Camillo didn't use the main body, and his power didn't seem too strong. Amedeo temporarily used his divine power to seal the bedroom to prevent that guy from doing any more crazy things.

But within an hour, Amedeo became worried and couldn't help but want to go back and take another look.

Facts proved that his decision was correct. When the door was opened, the bedroom was in a mess, the flower pots were smashed, all the wardrobe tables and chairs were overturned to the ground, half of the curtains were torn, and the culprit was naked. / Squatting naked in the corner, with his back turned to him, not knowing what he was doing.

Amedeo frowned and walked over: "Camilo?"

The other party turned his head vigilantly, his face was obviously paler than before, but there were shocking bloodstains on his neck, and bloodstains were all on his nails.

"What are you doing!" Amedeo grabbed his wrist.

"Breathing...is difficult, just scratch it." He showed a bleak smile, and Amedeo saw that his pupils changed color. They were originally clear golden, but now they have completely turned black.

Amedeo immediately carried him to the bed, "Wait here for a while, I'll get you the medicine."

But Camillo suddenly grabbed his collar, "Sweet..." He murmured hoarsely, then pulled his hand violently, and kissed Amedeo's lips, he was not satisfied with licking , quickly pried open the opponent's jaw, and went inside to get more sugar.

Amedeo's brain went blank in shock, but then he realized that it wasn't like a kiss, it was more like asking for food. He remembered that he only ate a small piece of cake at the ball, because the pastry What the teacher made is too sweet, and the sweetness still remains between the lips and teeth.

After licking back and forth a few times, Camillo let go of him, lying on the bed panting like a drowning man.

Even if it exacerbates the dyspnea, he still has to ask for sugar from his mouth. How obsessed is Camillo with sweetness?

Amedeo hurriedly ordered the maid Anne to bring honey water. The mess in the room frightened Annie a lot. She saw the silver-haired priest lying lifelessly on the bed, completely naked, only draped around his waist. Only the coat of Lord Demon God blocked the important parts.

Covering her face, she handed the honey water to Amedeo.

Not long after, a man complained cursingly: "It's too bland."

After brewing a few pots of sweet honey water back and forth, the other party seemed to be satisfied, "Go out, I want to sleep." He was not saying to Annie, but more like ordering Amedeo next to him.

Annie covered her mouth in disbelief, a mere priest, how could, how could she speak to Lord Demon God in such a tone!

"Do not."

That's right, Lord Demon God, you should firmly refute him, and then punish this stupid drunk!

"I'll change the room for you."

After finishing speaking, Amedeo walked out with Camillo in his arms, leaving Annie standing alone in the room, facing the mess and desolation of the whole room.

Your Majesty, please don't tell me that I clean this place alone! ! !

Although Camillo calmed down after drinking the honey water, and his eyes returned to their original golden color, it was absolutely impossible for Amedeo to believe in this guy's self-control. He carried Camillo into his bedroom , After using magic to heal the trauma on his neck, he took off his formal suit and sat on the side of the bed in a white undershirt.

Someone who was naked on the bed glanced at him coldly, gripped his quilt tightly, "What are you doing?"

"For the fact that I'm the only one who can control you now, I'll sleep with you."

Camillo narrowed his eyes, and then did an extremely childish thing. He pulled the quilt over bit by bit, pulled it all to his side, then turned his back to Amedeo, and fell asleep...

Amedeo pursed his lips and was speechless. He quietly extinguished the candle and lay down beside Camillo.

For God, sleep is unnecessary.He hadn't fallen asleep for a long time, but when the sound of even breathing came from the people around him, it inexplicably calmed his mind, and he couldn't help feeling tired.

But he shouldn't have slept.

In the morning, Amedeo vaguely realized that he had fallen asleep. He opened his eyes immediately, and his first reaction was to look at the person around him. The person was still the same person, lying on his side, lying quietly like a puppet. in the quilt.

Yes, like a puppet... He didn't breathe, he didn't have a heartbeat, and his dark divine power was gone. His eyes were slightly open, and his golden pupils were motionless, as if his life had stopped.