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Persephone didn't know how long she had hugged Hades, and after the three judges arrived, none of them dared to hug the sleeping Pluto away.

They were very eager when they came, but they stopped at the entrance of the hall passage. Everyone's face had a sallow feeling in the torchlight, like three old sculptures standing next to an ancient column, with their expressions hidden in the half-light Obscure in the semi-dark light.

Persephone's eyelids twitched when the three eerie old men saw her. She glanced at the sleeping Hades. The flowers all over his body had already covered his body, and his body was not exposed.

Flower vines wrapped around his ankles, and orange wild tulips bloomed on his toes.

She checked her dress too, and apart from the fact that the sleeves were a little sloppy because of two missing armbands, there was nothing indecent about it.

So, what are they doing standing there in a daze?

Could it be that the terrible appearance of the hall made them afraid to step in because they were afraid that it would collapse?

But Persephone couldn't help sighing again, there are only a few overage staff under Hades, and none of them care about him.

If Hades' face could be stamped, it would be full of red marks of "hard work", "unloved" and "miserable".

The fingers she stroked his hair unconsciously lightened a little, with some kind of secret poverty-alleviation tenderness, referred to as sympathy.

Although it was very embarrassing for these over-aged employees, Persephone still tried to speak in a negotiating tone: "Everyone..."

I got stuck at the first title, what should I call them?

Kind grandfather?Or the honorable uncles?

She had heard Hades call them by their names, but it was impolite for her to call them by their names at such an age.

After struggling for a while, Persephone's legs finally went numb.She could only bypass the embarrassing call-outs and get straight to the point, "Excuse me, can you move your god for me?"

Afraid of waking up the frenzied Hades, Persephone maintained a comforting posture, and rubbed his fingertips along his forehead to the shiny black hair.

Her tone was soft and slow, as if she had just blown a mouthful of dandelions in this cold, dark and chaotic place, and it fell on the ears of the three judges without any weight.

But like an order made of black iron, the three old gods who had been in the judicial position for a long time heard the voice of Hades at this moment, and instinctively obeyed this request.

Only after Persephone finished speaking did she realize that her voice was pitifully low, but the elderly could not hear her at all. She was about to increase her voice, but saw that they had already taken hesitant steps.

She didn't know if it was an illusion that the fire was too dark, but she always felt that the expressions of the three judges had a hypnotized trance.

Minos, the leader, was the first to realize that the order was not from Pluto, because he walked too quickly, causing the writing to get stuck in the cracks in the ground. This unexpectedly woke him up, and he immediately raised his eyes, his eyes were like torches. looked at the goddess sitting on the throne.

He almost couldn't help seeing Persephone's smiling face. If his eyes could turn into thorns, there would be at least two hedgehogs in Minos' eyes.

It felt like he saw the murder scene, and Hades hanging on her lap was a corpse, and she, the murderer, was grabbing the hair of the booty and scalping it with a perverted expression.

Coupled with this dark background curtain, which is as messy as a devil's lair, this persuasion is almost infinitely increased.

Fortunately, Minos's old but piercing eyes soon drooped again, and the wrinkles on his face were narrowed with sorrow.

Seeing them approaching, Persephone first relit the bronze brazier under the throne.

Minos had a somewhat respectful attitude, raised his head and said to Persephone, "Honorable..."

The title of Goddess paused in his mouth, and Minos realized that she didn't know this identity, so he immediately changed his words: "You can move Hades if you touch Hades' ring and think about your bed."

your bed

Persephone felt that in the eyes of these judges, her relationship with Hades must have been impure, even unsightly.

Not only the judge, but even the gossip on the paintings on the wall is about her having sex with Hades.Sure enough, everything in ancient and modern China and abroad can change the world, only the nature of gossip lasts forever.

Persephone's mentality was well adjusted, she didn't care much about other people's chirping, she reached into the flowers, and followed the muscle lines of his arms.

The skin is as smooth as satin, and the muscles in the arms are so thick and hard that even if you can't see it, you can still feel the rhythm of power hidden inside.

Persephone finally caressed and held his finger. The gold signet ring was worn on his middle finger. The surface of the ring was very flat, and the patterns of rivers and mountains could not be discerned.

Only a small notch rubbed against his fingertips, his initials.

When I touched it, it reminded me of their bed...it was Hades' bed.

Persephone actually didn't quite understand how this movement moved Hades. As she touched the ring with her fingers, she suddenly felt the back of his hand tremble. Without giving her any time to react, he suddenly grabbed her hand.

The scorching temperature made her instinctively want to pull back, but in the next second, the picture in front of her eyes began to flow. She saw the ruined hall quickly disappearing, with long corridor columns, red murals and golden decorations. Flying in front of his eyes, the closed door of Pluto's bedroom slammed into it, and then disappeared suddenly.

It's like watching a video of over-accelerated scenery, more like they got on a space accelerator without brakes, passed through walls and doors, and arrived at their destination in a blink of an eye.

Persephone blinked her sour eyes, and saw that she was already sitting on Hades' golden bed, the familiar room layout, the unopened door, and they appeared out of thin air.

Touch Hades' ring, think about the destination, and your wish will come true.

A world with gods is amazing.

Persephone lowered her head and saw Hades lying on the bed with her head resting on her lap, her eyes closed, and the messy hair was covered with tiny flowers.

She tried to move her fingers, but found that his fingers were entangled.

Persephone felt the hardness of the magical ring between her fingers. She quietly looked down at his sleeping side face. The flowers spread from his jaw, revealing a clean Adam's apple and a broad half shoulder. .

Many times, she would forget that he was a god.

He was an out-of-control beast at the beginning, fear and vigilance pulled her coping actions, making her at a loss.

Persephone tried to pull her hand out little by little, her breathing became lighter and lighter, and there was no sound from her suppressed movements.

Later, he was able to control his passionate behavior like a beast, but he couldn't control his eyes to follow her like a perverted idiot.

Persephone has never experienced this kind of emotion of being stared at, chased, and even paranoid so that one just wants to avoid it.

She didn't dare to show a fierce resistance, for fear that the man in front of her, who was tortured to death by the arrow of the god of love, would completely collapse and turn black.

He wanted her to find a way to make him feel disgusted.But his appearance told her every second that he had been forced into a frenzied desire, and when she thought of what he had done, "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", she despaired.

She had a terrible premonition that even if she really stabbed him with a knife, or tried to humiliate and resist him.Hades couldn't even hate her, and they missed the best time to draw their arrows.

Persephone's fingers have been pulled out one by one from his cocoon-like hands.

His face was calm and his breathing was steady.

Persephone couldn't hold back her breathing, took a breath, and immediately bit her breath, not daring to wake Hades who was sleeping.

If the power of the ring can take her where she wants to go, then... can she go home?

Reason told her that it was impossible, traveling through space was already powerful enough, could this ring also have the function of traveling through time?What if the ability of the ring is not enough to transport her to an unknown ghost place?

Persephone raised her head and glanced at the closed door. It was a huge and gorgeous prison with no sense of belonging.

The prison was filled with objects belonging to the god who imprisoned her, pine-scented fires, dried clay tablets, ornaments of gold and copper.Even earthenware pots don't fit her aesthetic, preferring elegant china and sturdy plastic stools.

Persephone was so nervous that she felt guilty, the knuckles of her fingers were stretched to the point of soreness, but she couldn't relax, so she tried to go home.

Although he didn't pull out the arrow for him, but if she left, she would feel estranged like most long-distance relationships.He can also fully understand and give up this relationship, and pull out the arrow smoothly.

Love is as unreliable as a hurricane passing through the country. It comes fiercely and leaves quickly.

The face, slightly indented, is Hades' name in her hand.

Just think of your own home, maybe, and so on.

Persephone thought, if only she had faith in him.

The light touch of Persephone's finger on the gold ring could bring her back. She wouldn't take Hades back with her, would she?

When she thought of this possibility, she thought what would happen if he didn't have an ID card when he arrived at her house?And this god has a high standard of entry and exit, she doesn't have a golden bed for him to sleep on.

Persephone reacted and wished he could hit his head with his hands. It was Stockholm, and he had to take care of Hades when he was escaping.

Whether it works or not, the idea of ​​trying this is sweeter than poison wrapped in a cake. For people who are about to die of starvation, even if it is poison, they want to stuff it into their stomachs to satisfy their hunger and thirst when they go home.

Persephone worshiped God silently in her heart, and even Hades worshiped together. They were all gods. Even if the ring failed to land her, she would not crash her head against the wall to death because of a mistake.

Then she kept thinking about her home in her mind, including the address, house number, phone number and even the shape of her doghouse, wishing she could see the ring more clearly.

His fingers touched the ring tightly, not daring to move it away.

And her eyes were fixed on Hades who was sleeping quietly, and the black mist was like a silky quilt spread under them, intertwined with the flower whiskers.

A little bit of time passed, and the ring didn't respond at all.

Persephone remained silent and stubbornly maintained the same posture for a long time, until her hands were so sore that she couldn't hold it anymore, she bent her back dejectedly, it seemed that the ring would not work if it was too far away.

Or she touched the wrong place, she pulled some flowers, held Hades' hand, and looked at his ring left and right.

Or the ring has a time limit, so if you use it today, you have to wait until tomorrow?

Persephone tried to touch the ring again, and couldn't help but read out her purpose, "Go home."

After reading, she immediately shut up, for fear of waking Hades.

"go home?"

Persephone heard a familiar voice softly, with a sleepy feeling.

She froze all over, and saw that God who was lying on her lap had opened his eyes at some point. His dark eyes were like the thickest night without a single shining star, and they were so cold that they could swallow everything.

Persephone held his hand as if she was holding stolen goods, her hand was so hot that she wanted to throw it away.

Hades finally shifted his gaze to her finger and the golden ring under her fingertips.

"You want this?"

Persephone slowly moved her hand away, revealing the complicated image of the river on her face. She had never admired herself so much before, and said cheekily without blushing or panting: "You misunderstood, I see your If the ring is dusty, wipe it for you."

After finishing speaking, she wiped the ring with her finger very calmly, expressing that what she said was the truth.

Hope Hades is lame and doesn't see her trembling fingers.

Hades didn't look at the ring, he looked at his god with a blank face, not only his wisdom was corroded by the wine, but also his calmness.

Dionysus used alcohol to mess with human sanity, and gathered a lot of power of faith to send himself to the throne of the gods.For the gods who never touch the "drowning drugs" made by Dionysus, taking these things into their mouths is like being knocked down instantly by a defenseless baby.

He still can't get up now, sleepiness has captured him.

Persephone looked at him guiltily for a while, and suddenly found that Hades seemed to be still dizzy, his eyes were not even focused, and he hadn't woken up yet.

She let go of her heart at once, and retracted her hand as if nothing had happened.

Hades also seemed to be unable to hold back his eyelids, and was about to fall asleep again. He suddenly remembered something and opened his eyes. After reaching out to take off the ring, he spread his fingers and wove a black mist hand rope in the air, and then He hung the ring on it, and the bracelet took shape instantly.

As if alive, the rope instantly climbed up to her wrist with the remaining warmth from Hades' fingers and wrapped it around.

He was confused again, his voice was barely audible, "Tell me what you want, and I will offer it to you."

worship?

Is this the word for giving gifts here?

Persephone noticed that he really didn't seem to notice her intention of running away, and the drunken Hades was so stupid that she couldn't comment.

Could it even be called cute?

This evaluation was too horrifying. She silently reached out and rubbed her face in an attempt to wake herself up, but was hit by the ring on her wrist.

Persephone looked at the bracelet again. The rope made of black mist was actually a bit ugly, and even the ring was male, so it always felt a bit nondescript to wear on her hand.

Persephone knew that this ring was very important. He usually used it to seal the clay tablets. It should be regarded as a jade seal or something.

I can't go home anyway, forget it.

Persephone took the ring off his wrist, pinched his fingers again, and put the ring on.After putting it on, she found that it was her ring finger. She wanted to take it out but found that the ring was stuck.

She stared at his ring finger, and finally couldn't bear to hug him up and put him on the bed.

No, her legs were so numb that she couldn't bear it.

But as soon as he put his head down, Hades' peaceful sleeping expression immediately turned gloomy. He turned sideways with a frown, stretched his long arms around her waist, then raised his head to automatically search for her legs, find them, and pillow them.

Persephone: "..."

Hades also buried his face in her lap, trying to rub against her.

Persephone once again ruthlessly pressed his face with her hand, pushed him away, and then got out of bed and slept on the floor with her, so as not to wake up tomorrow and have to amputate.