The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

As soon as the voice fell, the room was instantly quiet. Fiona stared dryly, unable to speak.

Amedeo stood up from his seat and gently pulled Racamillo's arm, "Let's go back to the room and talk about it."

Camillo looked at his dodging eyes, showing a bit of shyness, so he smiled knowingly, pulled him outside, and Fiona hurriedly said from behind: "——What about me!"

Camillo didn't turn his head back: "Go and cool off, don't talk about today's affairs."

Back in the bedroom, Amedeo ordered all the maids to withdraw, and the surrounding curtains were all tightly covered. Camillo had never seen him so cautious, and asked with a smile: "What did you just say?" What exactly does that mean?"

Amedeo glanced at him and said coldly, "...literally."

The voice was inexplicably annoyed, and Camillo was a little confused. He saw that Amedeo had already taken off his coat, took off his shoes, and sat on the bed wearing only his white shirt.

He covered half of his body with the quilt, looked up at Camillo, and said with some embarrassment: "Turn around."

Camillo turned around, spread his hands and said, "What are you afraid of, it's not like I haven't seen your body before."

The person behind bit his lip and took off the clothes inside one by one. He closed his eyes hesitantly. After a while, his body convulsed slightly unnaturally, and his bones creaked slightly. His shoulders, wrists, The waist and other areas gradually become slender.

He had to expend a lot of mental energy to have sex, his forehead was dripping with sweat, he clutched the brocade of the quilt tightly in his hands, and fell on the bed exhausted, letting out two suppressed groans/groans.

Camillo was startled by the sound, he turned around quickly, but the moan/groan suddenly became higher pitched, it was a woman's voice!

The person on the bed looked up at him. His long blond hair was sticking to his back due to sweat, his ice blue eyes were covered with water vapor, his slender eyelashes were closed and a faint golden light fell from the tip of his eyes, his brows were deep. Beautiful, moist and crystal-clear lips, delicate and moving as if carved from heaven and earth, so beautiful that some people dare not look directly at them.

Camillo was instantly shocked by this appearance.

The blond woman slowly sat up from the bed, picked up a white robe and put it on her body. The white robe was originally an inner robe worn by a man on the upper body, and it could barely cover her naked body.

"Mei..." Camillo recognized his breath, stepped forward to support him, and prepared to release some spiritual pressure for him from his chest.

As a result, as soon as he reached out his hand, it was a soft and warm touch.

Camillo retracted his hand like an electric shock, his cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his heartbeat accelerated violently, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

A certain simple and straightforward Camillo was pulled out of his soul so deeply, his mind went blank—should we always replace him when it is difficult!

Amedeo noticed the change in Camillo, so he smiled slightly and bent down on purpose.

From Camelot's perspective, he could clearly see his graceful collarbone and slightly protruding breasts, and his fair skin seemed to reflect the luster of pearls.

He hurriedly helped Amedeo tidy up his hair, then buttoned the collar button and tied the ribbon around his waist. The waist was obviously thinner than before. This feeling was like touching each other for the first time, inexplicably It made his cheeks burn.

"I didn't expect...God can turn sexuality." He stammered.

"Gods who have reached the realm of creation can change their appearance. It is not difficult to change a man's body into a woman's body, but the essence of the body will not be changed."

Although Amedeo's voice is soft and feminine at the moment, it doesn't sound discordant at all, and his original cool tone can still be heard.

"Creation?" Camillo heard this word for the first time.

Amedeo smiled faintly. He stretched out his right hand and condensed a golden light on his fingertips. The light gradually condensed in the air and turned into floating halos. They gradually rose and condensed into a small light A sphere of light, with a slender stem of light underneath.

He waved his hand, and the light condensed by divine power floated out, and slowly landed on the flowerpot by the window, turning into a dandelion.

"My divine power is overdrawn now, and I can only do so much. Stronger gods can change the layout of the continent, create mountains and lakes, and even create new races, but this requires a huge amount of divine power. God can do it."

Camillo also tried to condense divine power in his hand, but the ball of black light was erratic in the palm of his hand, without any substance at all.

"You are just a new god. Although the dark god's destructive power is quite powerful, it takes hundreds or even thousands of years to accumulate the power to control it. I also just reached the realm of creation 100 years ago."

Amedeo put on a tighter robe and stood up. After all, because he was born in a noble family and was a superior person, the nobility in his mind can still be seen from his bones. Get in the way of his innate grace and majesty.

He walked to the mirror and looked at his own appearance. The woman in the mirror was beautiful, but the outline of the facial features could still see the original shadow.

Although he was calm on the face, he was still a little embarrassed in his heart, he turned his head and asked hesitantly: "You... really want me to go to the wedding like this?"

"You will definitely be the most dazzling queen in history." Camillo embraced his waist from behind, and caressed this soft body with his palm.

Amedeo grabbed his hand that kept moving down, and the corners of his eyes narrowed into a sharp arc, "Have you touched enough?"

"Aren't I measuring my measurements?" Camillo chuckled, and he spread out his palm, holding a soft ruler inside.

Amedeo closed his eyes helplessly, and had to endure this guy groping his body. After tossing for a while, a set of measurement data was finally recorded and passed to Fiona through the maid.

In the princess's room.

"Uh-huh~huh--" Fiona hummed a song while fiddling with the fabric in her hands.

Jeremy opened the door and walked in, startled by the fabrics and needlework all over the floor, "Hey, what are you doing in the room so early in the morning?"

"Make clothes, don't you see that?"

Jeremy reluctantly avoided the cloth on the floor and walked into the room, "I thought you only liked those beautiful swords and weren't interested in needlework."

"I don't like needlework. I was forced to learn it when I was a child." Fiona cut off the thread skillfully, lifted the long white dress on the table, and gestured to her chest, "Look! What's the template for this one?" Sample!"

Jeremy stared at the long hem of the clothes that was dragging on the ground, frowned and commented: "Isn't it too long for you?"

"No, he was taller than me!"

"Him?" Jeremy frowned.

Fiona gave a dry laugh twice, unnaturally prolonging her tone: "It's her—hehe, I slipped my tongue."

Jeremy walked over suspiciously, glanced at the size on the board, and it was indeed a woman's figure, so he took it to heart, and just muttered: "Fiona, we will leave for Iris in a while. Well, there will be a military parade in the next two days, and you are always late for military training in the morning, so you won’t give your subordinates a good impression...Who are you making clothes for, and don’t bother for too long, so as not to delay the business.”

Fiona gave him a sideways look, and kicked and pushed the chatterer out of the room: "What do you know, kid, this is the business!"

Jeremy was irritated by this girl, and after the city lord finished the meeting, he immediately went to see Yuesemona and told everything about Fiona's clothes making.

"Master Mona, please tell her a few words, we will have a military parade next week!"

Holding a feather fan, Yuesemona covered her face with a smile and said, "Military parade, if you are short of manpower, I can send some officers to help."

"That's not what I mean. Fiona spends all day in the house, messing with messy clothes. What's so good about those clothes..."

Yuesemona nodded knowingly: "That's right... young people don't have much experience. I wrote a letter in hand and told her to go to the famous craftsmen in the city to study. Of course, she should buy the best clothes."

Jeremy was confused when he heard it, and he suddenly felt as if everyone around him knew something, why was he alone in the valley, he finally became anxious: "Who is Fiona making clothes for? ?”

"Well—you don't know?" Yuesemona closed her red feather fan, squinted her eyes and smiled, "Of course she is Wang's fiancée."

Jeremy stood there dumbfounded, and opened his mouth wide: "What, what."

As the lord of the city, Yuesemona said it without hesitation. The guard at the door almost bit her tongue when she heard it. The matter gradually spread, and the set of measurements in Fiona's hand was also secretly spread by the maid. There was a burst of rumors in Wadley King City.

——Who is Wang's mysterious fiancée?

All the girls in the city were bustling with excitement. They rushed to measure their measurements, and a few were lucky enough to hit the numbers, but no one could reach the height of that fiancée...

1.8 meters seven.