The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Rubbing the pages with his fingertips, Amedeo looked at the Bible in his hand, and when he was about to lick his fingertips habitually, his fingers froze on his lips.

His lips were still slightly swollen, and there were bite marks left on his tongue. The damage caused by the gods could not be healed by magic, and it was always a clear reminder of what happened that night.

They kissed for a long time, from the desk to the wall and the sofa, it was the first time that he was so addicted to kissing, his mind was blurred, only the passionate * in his body was left, but when he accidentally touched the other party's lower body At that moment, he received endless blows in an instant - Camillo didn't respond to him at all!

Dark God can be regarded as thoroughly teasing him once.

Amedeo looked back at the person on the bed, sleeping curled up like a weak and harmless little animal, but only he knew how dangerous this soul was. He was the leader of the border rebel party and captured four cities in the Demon Realm. The other one is still at war.

Amedeo got up and walked to the side of the bed, looking down at the other's closed eyelids, and his eyes fell on the slender neck. He could end this farce with just a slight twist, but he just couldn't. .

It's already getting dark, won't Camillo come today?

"Are you peeking at me?" The puppet suddenly smiled, and then slowly opened its golden eyes.

There was only a moment of embarrassment on Amedeo's face, and he immediately regained his composure: "I'm just going to kill you."

"Hehehe, don't lie to me, you should have done it long ago if you wanted to." Camillo stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, but Amedeo got up and walked away, letting him hold him empty. Helpless, "...Hey, after all, I am also the king in power, and I have a lot of things to deal with during the day."

Why do these words sound more and more like comforting the wife and concubines who are empty in the boudoir? Amedeo's face darkened: "There will only be one king in the devil world."

"Huh, it doesn't matter to you." Camillo turned over and jumped off the bed. He didn't want to discuss such a bad topic with Amedeo.

He walked over and opened the curtains, and there was a bright red moon hanging in the night sky, floating in mid-air at close range, appearing bigger and rounder than usual.

"It is said that the red moon means that someone has successfully performed the hemolysis technique."

Amedeo came up behind him and asked: "Who told you?"

"A witch," said Camelot, "I made her the lord of Wadleley."

"You put a woman in charge of politics? How can you trust her, a witch?"

Under his slightly angry voice, Camillo raised the corners of his lips, and his eyes showed joy: "I found that I don't hate you teaching me at all."

Amedeo snorted coldly, with this tone again, Camillo must be teasing him again, and he must not repeat the same mistakes tonight!

"I know the truth. I don't trust her. I just keep her by my side so that I can monitor her every move. If she betrays me, I can kill her at any time."

"Why do you want to keep her?"

"Semona said that my maternal blood comes from a wizard." Camillo saw the astonishment on Amedeo's face, "Oh... I can almost guess what you are thinking."

Solomon, how is this possible.

At this time, His Majesty the Demon King was sitting on the throne, looking down at the general who was kneeling on the ground, "How do you explain to me that your two thousand cavalry lost to the two hundred stragglers of the rebel army?"

"Your Majesty, those people used weird spells to gather a large number of wild wolves to attack our troops. Our horses were killed by the wolves, and hundreds of people were massacred."

Wei Ya stared at him expressionlessly: "This doesn't change the fact that you failed miserably."

The mage beside him hurriedly added: "Your Majesty, General Dean's troops also have mages. They should have been able to create fire to drive away the wolves."

Dean was so frightened that he quickly crawled to the feet of the Demon King, and kowtowed: "But those wolves are not afraid of fire at all, they only obey the orders of the dragon clan. Your Majesty, please learn from me!"

Wei Ya got up and stood up, taking the expressions of the knights and generals under his seat into his eyes one by one, "When he mentioned the dragon clan just now, what were you afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of!" The stern roar resounded through the hall, and a strong demonic energy rolled up around Wei Ya, and the violent coercion quickly dissipated in all directions.

People under the throne fell to their knees.

Dragons!Dragon Clan again!When did this race become a taboo existence, as if it was so strong that it was almost invincible, what has the blood of a real dragon, what is the admiration of all living beings, after all, it is not a beastman who does not even know magic!

"It seems that killing you is the best warning to everyone."

Elder Crops hurried forward: "Your Majesty, General Dean is not guilty of death."

"I am the king! I can do whatever I want!" Wei Ya said angrily, "What are you still doing, kill him!"

The imperial general who was loyal to the devil immediately drew out his knife, and without waiting for Dean to resist, he chopped off his head instantly.The blood splashed on the floor tiles and pillars frightened the bystanders to stagger back, and everyone sighed.

At this moment, the door of the main hall was pushed open, and a courtier hurried in, saying that it was an urgent report from the frontier.Wei Ya waved his hand unhappily for someone to hand over the information, only glanced at it, and immediately flew into a rage.

"Ku, Lan, Ji, Lost, Shou!"

Wei Ya will tear up the letter angrily, and he will lead the capital army into Amedeo's palace and forcefully enter the door of the Demon God's bedroom, regardless of the obstruction of Cropus.

Hearing that the door was smashed open with a bang, Camillo was holding a grape in his mouth, calmly looking back at the soldiers at the door, and then meeting Wei Ya's sharp eyes, he swallowed the grape obediently, while he Still lazily sitting cross-legged on the bed, he didn't even have the intention of getting up and saluting.

The soldiers were dumbfounded. This man was so arrogant and dissolute that he didn't even bow to His Majesty. It seemed that the rumors about the demon god's pampering were true!

Amedeo put down the silver utensils containing the grapes, and walked towards Wei Ya at the door expressionlessly, the maid Annie moved towards him carefully, bowed her head and said: "Your Majesty, I really can't stop... ..."

Wei Ya ordered loudly: "Come here, take down this priest!"

"Yes!" Just as the capital army was about to draw their swords and rush in, they suddenly felt a burst of coercion, and pressed their sabers into their scabbards inch by inch.

Amedeo raised his eyes and said, "What's his crime?"

"As the chief priest of Kuran, but let Kuran fall, this kind of waste should be killed and fed to the dog!" Wei Ya was so angry that his face was ferocious.

Amedeo calmly said: "Your Majesty, since he has become my valet, he is no longer Priest Kuran. Now what does Kuran's fall have to do with him?"

"Then he was also the former chief priest!" Wei Ya's voice trembled with anger, and what was even more annoyed was that this person was actually lying on the bed of the Demon God, and he wished he could go up and kill this bitch himself.

But Amedeo stood in front of him, the temperature in his eyes was cold: "Your Majesty, this is my palace, and he is my man."

Camillo, who was behind him, grabbed the grapes and put them in his mouth, saying inarticulately: "The oath of the court is to always respect, cherish, and obey my god, regardless of life or death, right or wrong, with my god. exist."

He swallowed the pulp and said with an evil smile, "So only God can punish me, not—you."

"Shameless man," Wei Ya was irritated to the extreme by his words, "Devil God, please let me kill this slut who disregards etiquette for you!"

Amedeo tightly held his hand that was about to draw his sword, his icy blue eyes looked directly at Wei Ya, with an extremely tough attitude:

"Your Majesty, he is mine, so please step down!"

Wei Ya's face was extremely stiff, and he stared at Camillo unwillingly. After a few seconds of silence, he turned around and left with his subordinates.

Camillo let out a long sigh of relief, and lazily lay back on the bed, looking up at Amedeo walking towards him: "I didn't expect you to be able to get that kid away, but I'm already ready." "Prepare."

Amedeo bent down, stared at him fixedly and asked, "Otherwise, what do you think I would do?"

"Of course it's like you used to." Camillo laughed mockingly.

That smile made Amedeo feel a throbbing pain in his heart. He staggered a step and stepped back, but his wrist tightened, and he was dragged onto the bed domineeringly by the other party.

"But now I don't care about your life-saving grace at all," he said in Amedeo's ear, "I will take revenge, kill that kid first, and then make you my subordinate god, I want you Weeping and kneeling down and kissing my toes, whether you like it or not, you can only obey me alone."

Amedeo slid his Adam's apple up and down, and said dryly, "I will listen to you, but you don't have to kill Willu."

The other party sneered, put his palm on his chest, stroked upwards slowly, and then stayed on his lips, a worried voice sounded: "I'm sorry, I hurt you that day..."

Amedeo's face changed slightly, and he quickly turned his head to look at Camillo. He still had the same appearance, soul and divine power just now, why did he suddenly change his personality.

"Does it hurt? Is there any medicine for you to reduce the swelling." The other party asked worriedly.

"In the... drawer."

I saw Camillo rummaging anxiously, then took a medicine bottle and sat beside him, first dripped the medicine on his palm, then dipped his index finger in the medicine, and gently applied the medicine to his lips.

"I'm sorry, I was too rough." Camillo whispered.

"Card……"

"Ok?"

"I miss you."

Camillo tilted his head and smiled: "What are you talking about, haven't I been here all the time?"

Amedeo gently stroked his face. The familiar smile and pure tone were exactly the same as the former Camillo.

Seeing the beauty so close to him, Camillo suddenly blushed and stammered: "Actually, I don't hate you, really."

There was a chuckle in his ear, and Camillo was a little nervous: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm imagining how embarrassing it will be when you recall the present tomorrow morning."