Chapter 408 The Story of the Guardian God (3)

The king and queen immediately stood up.

"His Royal Highness Asmodeus, welcome to come."

They all stepped down from the throne and saluted, not daring to be slighted.

The extremely noble **** 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 costume with red stripes on a black background. The white square scarf and shirt inside were particularly conspicuous against the black vest.

The crimson cross-patterned knight long black boots wrap up along the knees, making his legs extremely long and explosive.

On a coat that is almost knee-length, without a single-row gold puller,

It's just a pure black belt that loosely tightens the waist, and the overall look is tight, matching with his cold expression at the moment,

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

He raised his eyes slowly, and his eyes fell on the little princess in the arms of the queen indifferently.

Nodding his head slightly, lifting his lips, his tone is like fine wine, rich and intoxicating,

"I heard that your Excellency has a child."

The king smiled, nodded,

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

"oh?"

God Asmodeus replied a word lightly,

His eyes were on the little princess in the arms of the queen, and his blood eyes were so indifferent that there was no wave.

He raised his hand slowly,

The next second, the queen suddenly felt empty in her arms,

The little princess wrapped in a soft cloth floated lightly.

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

The little princess is obviously still sleeping, her little face, which has not yet grown up, is soft and tender, with a beautiful pink glow.

She closed her eyes and clenched her fleshy little fist, as if feeling something, she moved.

He babbled softly and kicked his legs.

Looks like a very healthy and strong little girl.

Asmodeus, the **** of heaven, looked down and watched quietly, narrowing his eyes slightly.

His eyes stayed on the face of the little princess, and he didn't move for a long time.

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

A **** who is both righteous and evil, rarely reveals his emotions,

His gaze was not malicious, but it was definitely not friendly either.

Faintly, people can't figure out their minds.

The king saw that he had been silent, and his heart suddenly hung up.

He looked at the little daughter who was hanging in the air, and couldn't help asking.

".Respected His Majesty Asmodeus, may I ask my little daughter...but what's the problem?"

The noble **** will naturally not reveal anything.

He looked calm and paused for a moment,

Immediately, without any haste, he picked up the little princess who was suspended in mid-air.

The little princess is still young, and she is soft when hugged, as light as a piece of tofu.

He calmly raised his hand and poked her little fist,

The white and tender little princess babbled softly again, waved her little fist,

Probably realized that the person holding her is not a gentle mother,

Her soft and curly eyelashes tremble slowly,

The shadows hang down under the eyelids, like flying butterflies, so delicate that even the curvature is pleasing to the eye.

It looked like she was about to wake up.

The noble **** lightly poked her fist again.

Obviously doing a very naive thing,

But inexplicably, under his actions, it seems that no one is aware of this.

(end of this chapter)