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

The maid carried hot water into the tent.

It is sprinkled with fresh petals.

It is the freshest flower picked that day, with a little fragrance.

The boy lay on the bed, fiddling with the handmade gadgets that Axter had brought him.

The guard, made of gold with a large palm, saluted the young man with a serious expression, and then took a standard step and began to patrol.

"Victory belongs to Greece. "

This is made by Hephaestus, a handsome, talking, robot with his own thoughts, alive.

And the golden bird.

Spread your wings and sing cheerful tunes that can imitate the sounds of different instruments.

The bed was full of mechanical gadgets.

The teenager had a lot of fun.

The body is light.

He was picked up by Axte.

"Little Highness, after a day of crazy play in the field, it's time to bathe.

Axetta moved gently, casually pulling off the cloth on the side, covering the lively and noisy pile of mechanical gadgets on the bed.

The guards patrolling around the bed tripped over.

Had to suspend his own patrols.

"I should have known what was going to happen next. The golden guard said to himself.

The companions on the side were noisy and had to huddle together.

"Be quiet, listen to me. The

golden guard continued: "If you don't want to be thrown away, ruthlessly abandoned as a pile of rags, then listen to me, shut your mouth quietly, and be a mute."

"As the only intelligent robot who can think on his own, I propose myself as the boss of this team, and from this evening, you will all listen to me."

"Disobedient, lie with the damned Troy." Perhaps

the words of the golden guard played a role, and those little golden animals and small objects quieted down and stopped making noise.

Axter took the boy in his arms and went into the water.

The scalding hot water made the whole person's body unconsciously relax.

The boy lay on his body and obediently let him cleanse.

The straps on the eyes have been untied.

Reveal those beautiful amber eyes.

Even though he had seen it countless times, Axter could not restrain his heartbeat, staring at the boy intently and seriously.

Axter always stared at him so hotly.

He was used to being watched like this.

The boy pinched a colorful petal and pasted it on Axte's forehead.

Because of the water, the petals easily stained on Axte's handsome face, and those silver eyes stared at him with burning heat.

The boy subconsciously wanted to retreat, but was tightly held in his arms by Axter.

"Tilo. The

man's voice was as gentle and nice as ever.

Falling on the tip of people's hearts, crispy and numb.

The boy blinked, he always felt a little uncomfortable, and wanted to move his position, but he was always carried into his arms by Axte.

"Lord God. The

young man's voice was a little aggrieved.

"It's not comfortable here, I want to change to a softer place. "

It's like a stone in a hard state." The

teenager grabbed it directly and wanted to change his posture.

Axte's face changed, and he held the boy's slender wrist.

Maybe it's because the action is too big, and the water splashes.

"Your Highness Tilo.

Axte's throat was a little dry, as if he hadn't drunk water for many days, and subconsciously licked his lips.

"I'll go pour you some hot milk. The

boy looked at him with some concern, it must be that the things on the battlefield were too cumbersome for Axter to be so tired.