Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The king and queen immediately stood up.

"Dear His Highness Asmode, welcome to your arrival."

They all stepped down from the throne and saluted without daring to show any signs of neglect.

The extremely noble god stood in the center of the palace.

The handsome and deep outline is like a perfect sculpture without a single flaw.

He was wearing a tight-fitting, wide-sleeved aristocratic dress with red stripes on a black background. The white engraved square scarf and shirt on the inside were particularly conspicuous against the black vest.

The crimson cross-pattern knight's long black boots were wrapped around his knees, making his legs extremely long and extremely explosive.

The coat that is almost knee-length is not tied with a single row of gold tassels.

Just a pure black belt loosely tightened his waist, and the overall look was tight and tight. Matching his cold expression at the moment,

It looks like the aristocrat in the painting, elegant and noble.

He slowly raised his eyes, his eyes falling indifferently on the little princess in the queen's arms.

Nodding slightly, lifting his lips, the sound is as rich and intoxicating as fine wine,

"I heard that your Excellency has a child."

The king smiled and nodded,

"That's right, Your Highness. My little daughter is already one month old. She looks very cute."

"oh?"

God Asmodeus replied calmly with one word,

His eyes were focused on the little princess in the queen's arms, a pair of bloody eyes so indifferent that there was no trace of ripples.

He slowly raised his hand,

The next second, the queen suddenly felt that her arms were empty.

The little princess, wrapped in soft cloth, floated lightly.

Like a delicate petal floating in the wind, it floated in front of Asmodeus.

The little princess is obviously still sleeping. Her little face, which has not yet grown, is soft and tender, with a bit of beautiful pink.

She closed her eyes, clenched her fleshy little fists, and moved as if she felt something.

He made a soft sound and kicked his legs.

She looks like a very healthy and strong little girl.

God Asmodeus looked down and watched quietly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

His eyes stayed on the little princess's face and did not move for a long time.

The blood-red eyes were like two rubies inlaid on them, dark and rich.

God, who is both good and evil, rarely shows his emotions.

His gaze couldn't be said to be malicious, but it definitely couldn't be said to be friendly.

Softly, it makes people confused.

Seeing that he remained silent, the king suddenly became worried.

He looked at his little daughter who was hanging in the air and couldn't help but ask.

"Dear His Highness Asmodeus, may I ask my little daughter what's the problem?"

Naturally, the noble gods will not reveal anything.

He looked calm and paused for a moment.

Immediately, without any hurry, he caught the little princess suspended in mid-air.

The little princess is still young, and she is soft and as light as a piece of tofu when held in her arms.

He calmly raised his hand and poked her little fist,

The fair and tender little princess cooed softly again and waved her little fist.

She probably realized that the person holding her was not a gentle mother.

Her soft and curled eyelashes trembled slowly,

The shadow hangs down under the eyelids, like a flying butterfly, so delicate that even the curvature is pleasing to the eye.

It looked like she was about to wake up.

The noble god poked her fist lightly again.

He's obviously doing something very childish.

But inexplicably, no one seemed to realize this due to his actions.