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While waiting for the guests, Persephone couldn't help looking at the flames in the bonfire pit, feeling that her hands were wrapped in the flames at this moment.She tried to move her fingers, but Hades restrained her even harder.

His body was made of steel and iron bones, and even a man with rough skin and thick flesh would have had his bones crisped up with a fever every day.But Hades of the humanoid oven didn't realize how scary her temperature was at all, and she didn't realize that if her fingers got hotter, she could sprinkle some seasoning powder on the table and put it on the table.

Persephone was so hot that he couldn't bear it anymore and used his nails to dig the inner flesh of his palm. It was smooth and resilient, and the hardness of the nails couldn't even pick out the mark.

This action really caught the attention of the god who was sitting like a stone statue. He turned his face towards the gate back, his face was expressionless and dazed.

Persephone stopped this offensive little gesture, and explained with a serious face: "Can you let go? I'm very hot."

And it's not simply hot, her hands and the arm next to him are so hot that they want to go into the refrigerator to cool down.However, the temperature of the rest of her body is low due to the coldness and dampness of the palace, so her perception of cold and heat is going to extremes, sometimes in Harbin and sometimes in Hainan Island.

Hades glanced at his hand, the broad palm wrapped around her fingers, so tightly that the other party had no possibility of breaking free, he tried to loosen the pressure, hesitated for a while, pinched it carefully again and continued to hold it.

Persephone: "..."

This kind of movement of wanting to let go, but finally holding it tightly was too weird, which gave her reason to wonder if Hades's brain was also alternating hot and cold, and he was not doing things smoothly.

Hades lowered his head quietly. If he hadn't raised his eyes frequently to pursue her figure, he would have been in this contemplative posture most of the time, so silent that he had no sense of existence, frozen in the shadows like an invisible unknown.

Persephone felt that this god was hard of hearing, and was about to pull back her hand forcefully, but saw a faint smoke wafting from the robe on his skin, and white spots appeared on the dark folds, and the white spots appeared again. It turned into dark red and spread continuously on the black robe, turning into countless long and narrow scarlet lines, rolling down to the edge of the clothes, and finally condensed into golden water droplets and fell to his feet.

Hiss, the clear sound of ground corrosion rang in Persephone's ears.

The water droplets were like magma, melting the ground at Hades' feet into tiny pits, and white smoke came out.

The hand held by him had already cooled down, and his fingertips felt numb and tingling. The cold was so fast that the skin did not adapt.

Persephone was once again shocked by Hades' operation, the heat could be dissipated directly through the black mist on his body, and the temperature in his body was already high enough to melt the stone slab?

After the robe on his body returned to jet black, Hades calmly asked, "Is the temperature suitable?"

Persephone really wanted to say that it was colder, but of course she quickly killed her. Hades is not an air conditioner, she can't be so thick-skinned and let people adjust the temperature all the time.

Persephone immediately nodded contentedly, "Thank you, that's all for now."

Hades held her hand firmly again in silence, the soft fingers were in his palm and no longer wanted to escape, that's all right.

Both of them were satisfied with each other's obedience, and their expressions were inexplicably soft.

When a huge black shadow was projected from the gate, and the Goddess of the Road holding a blessing clay pot stepped into the palace of Hades, she saw the cold and serious face of the underground king sitting on the throne, showing a rare gentle expression .

And on another smaller chair next to his seat, a strange and beautiful girl is also sitting with a gentle face, her hair is full of wheat ears and flowers are blooming, and a few wisps of black mist belonging to death are packed away. Instinct, wrapping around the petals full of vitality to serve as nourishment for protection.

They clenched their fingers tightly, and it seemed that a warm wind was blowing in this place that was always cold enough to scare away ghosts. Even the Goddess of Discord could not dispel this bright and beautiful atmosphere.

The black shadow froze at the gate for a while, and then used three heads to look around to make sure that he did not go the wrong way, put away the other two heads, and stepped into the main entrance of the hall again.

The heavy shoes knocked on the ground, creating ripples of sound waves, and the cries of countless ghosts faintly came from under the shoes, making people feel miserable.

Before Persephone could see the guests clearly, there was a loud bronze noise that filled his ears.

Soon she followed the sound and saw a huge body bent over from under the eaves of the door. An indifferent and dignified female face appeared in the distorted firelight. She was wearing bronze-soled sandals with thin The curly black hair is scattered on the shoulders, and the golden crown is dazzling and scorching.

It's a giant.

The first thought that flashed in Persephone's mind was, what a big face.

A dozen or so paper figures came to the giant goddess in a blink of an eye, and moved respectfully to the bronze stand on which the weapons were placed. The goddess held the clay pot, followed by a group of barking hounds and hundreds of elves.

Persephone saw that those grotesque attendants took out various weapons and hung them on the racks, but the giant goddess in the lead came forward step by step, and there was a heavy bronze sound at every step, and her terrifyingly tall body was also zoom out.

When she walked to the dining table, she had become a normal height of about 1.8 meters, but her voice was still as loud as a bronze bell, "Great Lord of Hades, do you welcome me, a well-intentioned guest?"

Hades put away the gentle expression on his face as usual, and said politely and indifferently: "Welcome, Hecate, I will treat you with courtesy, please drink the wine of immortality, eat the divine food of youth, and then tell your story." Intentions and wishes."

Hecate put the large clay pot in her hand on the table, put her hand on the lid, and said with a smile: "Hades, I heard you take the golden ship of love, and find the one who shares power with you. For the news of my partner, I came here with a wedding gift."

Hades glanced at the heavy jar, lingering with the dark aura of the god of the underworld, it may contain dry bones or plague, which are the best gifts for Hades.

He is the incarnation of death now, and the more destructive something is, the more helpful it is to him. It is a gift with no surprises and no problems. The important thing is that the gift has the blessings of the gods.

Hades' calm voice was a little more joyful, "Your kind Hades has accepted it."

This was the first time for Persephone to see Hades receiving guests in such a serious manner. She shut up very obediently and behaved like a stone growing on a chair.

The gods are talking, and she, a mortal, is too embarrassed to intervene.

But after Hades finished speaking, he didn't ask the attendant to bring the golden basin and the water bottle to prepare for the guests to wash their hands and eat. Instead, he rubbed her fingers a few times, as if to remind her of something.

Persephone didn't move. This was Hades' guest and not hers, so she had no psychological burden to hang herself as the background board.

Hades scratched her finger again unhurriedly, the gesture was obviously intimate, and there was no intention of hiding it.

Persephone finally reacted, she looked at Hades puzzled, why scratch her?It's not that she pinched his palm with her nails, he has to be stingy and scratch it back.

Seeing her blank eyes, Hades finally determined that she didn't understand the hint, so he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Welcome your guest, Persephone."

Persephone didn't fall into the trap, and whispered, "This is your guest."

Hades was silent for a while, and then repeated the correct answer like correcting a child who did a wrong question: "You are my golden ship, and my power is shared with you."

He spoke hot-headed love words, but he was serious as if he was swearing. , please keep in mind:,.