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The old priest felt that he did not have a good life for a few days. Ever since he lost the bride of Hades and failed to complete the sacrificial ceremony to the underworld, the divine punishment fell before his eyes.

Plague and drought fluttered on the wings of death, lingering in this land blessed by the god of Saturn.

Even the seabirds fled to the left when they flew over this originally fertile land, and they saw the most ominous omen in the eyes of the tribal bird fortune tellers.

He shook his fingers and held the wooden stick that symbolized his identity, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Hurry up, dance, offer our most precious sacrifice, please the kindest and most powerful god, and beg her to forgive our mistakes , to drive away barrenness and disease, and to bestow a bountiful land."

They have begun to believe in the god of Saturn, and they worshiped the god of the underworld because they received the oracle from the Temple of Apollo, but this time the results of following the prophecy did not bring any benefits, but brought even more terrible disasters.

No matter how fierce the magma of the volcano is, it can only last for a while, and the spewing flames can bring more fertile soil afterward.But disease and drought can wipe them out.

The old priest who was accidentally paralyzed after chasing the bride of the underworld had a sullen face, and finally decided to dedicate their best sacrifice and last piety to Demeter, begging for her mercy and acceptance.

Compared with the god of the underworld who is buried deep in the ground, has no sympathy, and looks on the sidelines of human cries for help, the goddess holding the ears of wheat is simply amiable and respectable.

The old priest looked at the blazing big bonfire, and the sound of the bones of the sacrifices collapsing and the wood burning oil interweaved into a melodious carol.

If the last time the bride was sacrificed, more people were brought along and the guards were stricter, maybe he could be remedied in time when something happened, and he wouldn't have to worry about being like this now.

The old priest thought of the pure girl named "Dahiyala". Not only was she beautiful in appearance, she also had a kind heart. She was simply the best sacrificial treasure. The hospitable lord of Hades would definitely like her flawless soul .

The ceremony of marriage has already been held for her, and the last ceremony to send her to the grave is still allowing her to escape.

The old priest thought of the energy he had expended to bring her here, and was almost swallowed by the raging waves, so he couldn't help but reached out and lifted up his dirty robe, covering his face to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Alas, if only I could meet her again, let the girl complete the final ceremony, maybe the disaster will not come.

The poor old priest just wiped away his tears when he saw a shadow on the ground. Is the sun chariot covered by clouds?

He looked up in a daze, but saw a thick black mist emerge out of thin air, all the warm light was swallowed up, and the people dancing the sacrificial dance and the music not far away were swallowed by the sudden black mist.

The surrounding scene unreasonably gave rise to a creepy and ominous premonition, as if some terrible evil god stepped out from the deepest mud and silently picked the lives of the living.

The old priest propped up his broken body with one hand and sat up straight, his cloudy eyes burst out with a sharp light.The old man who has dealt with gods for a long time and specializes in tribal rituals, is sensitive to the black mist that appears out of thin air. It should be a vision that only appears when a huge monster descends here.

No matter how friendly the gods are, they are fierce and angry, let alone gods full of evil thoughts. If you encounter such gods, you must hold your breath and greet them with the most pious attitude.

It might be the old priest of the evil god who came to consciousness. He was about to bend down to the ground to express his attitude, but he saw the mist covering the sun condensing on the ground in front of the campfire, and a snow-white foot slowly stepped out of the mist. Coming out, the ominous and terrifying darkness is like the thinnest crepe, gently sliding past the white ankles and delicate shoes.

Could it be a goddess.

The old priest bowed his head in trepidation, and blurted out flattering words familiarly, "Sacred and bright god, immortal and immortal, did you hear that we have lost the favor of fate and asked for help, so you set foot here to spread your kindness?"

He even felt that it was the coming of Demeter that such a terrifying vision could appear.

However, according to various rumors, the road that the God of Harvest walked was covered with golden ears of wheat, and there was no ominous darkness, or the rumors were wrong.

Just when the old priest was afraid and looking forward to it, he suddenly felt the weight of his lowered head, and the sudden brutal force slammed his face down to the ground.

This god stepped on his head as a shoe polish.

"Old man, I didn't expect it, I'm back again." The standard vicious villain's lines came out with an arrogant sneer, and only a few words of Jie Jie Jie were embellished at the end of the words to set off the atmosphere.

The old priest managed to pull his face out of the mud, and saw an extremely familiar face that he had never forgotten just now.

"Dada Dae..."

When Persephone saw his wrinkled old face, she thought of saving this old guy. The reason why the story of the farmer and the snake made people itch with hatred was because the feeling of aggrieved after kindness was wasted can make people feel sad. Scratch your heart and scratch your liver.

No simple big villain can make people angry with this ungrateful piece of crap.

Persephone took the whip that Hades had wrapped around her wrist, and poked the wicked priest's ugly face with the whip, "You're still doing sacrifices, are you going to abduct a girl to cut her neck again?"

After finishing speaking, Persephone turned around and looked around for a while, only to be relieved when he found that he didn't see the victim, and then raised his wicked face full of grinning the moment he turned around, and said word by word to the old guy: "How about you?" I will also cut your neck and throw it into the fire as a sacrifice."

These ferocious words have no real killing intent.

Hades, who was standing in the mist, stared intently at her expression, not finding the slightest shadow of the evil god.Perhaps it was time for the Nemesis to meet her and teach her how to torture her enemies in the most vicious way.

Having broken his heart to teach, Hades added a few lessons to Persephone in the small notebook.

Persephone had no idea that the god behind her, like the homeroom teacher watching from the window, was assessing her revenge with scrutiny, and even gave her a failing grade.

She used the whip technique that she had been "taught" by the god of death, and whipped the old bastard a few times, and saw him looking at her with his mouth full of tears, begging for mercy as if he was about to die.

"Pain...forgive..." After that, all the begging for mercy disappeared from his mouth, and he couldn't say a word with all his strength.

Persephone gave the old bastard a thumbs up for his acting skills, so she whipped three or four whips, and he didn't even get a few bruises. What's the matter with him just looking like he's in so much pain?

In order not to be beaten, I really can spare my face.

Persephone felt that she had to learn from this guy in her shamelessness, but she was not the kind of kind person who would soften her heart when she pretended to be pitiful.

So she turned her wrist that was starting to feel sore, brewed up some strength, and then stepped on the old cockroach that was about to crawl away, hitting her head and face.

"It's called evil will be rewarded with evil. If you want to live a good life and don't work hard, you only know how to use evil spirits to make offerings to gods every day. Gods are disgusted when they see your sacrifices. Why don't you sacrifice yourself if you are so pious."

Since receiving education in the underworld, Persephone's language has become particularly fluent, and her parents no longer have to worry about her getting stuck in cursing.

The whip fell on the body of the old priest, and the force it exerted on the body was not enough to cause severe scars, but the mist woven from the black mist by Pluto himself carried the torture of whipping the soul.

Every blow is a punishment from Hades.

When she raised the whip to her enemy's leg, the soul's leg shattered.The whip fell on the arm, and the soul's arm broke.

Falling to the throat, the vocal cords of the soul are twisted.It fell on the waist and abdomen, and the soul was cut into two parts.

This kind of injury cannot be seen from the appearance of the body, but Hades, who has slowly walked behind Persephone, can see it clearly. He reached out and stroked the girl's hair, and said gently in her ear: "Hands are sore. Don’t force it, just hit his head with the last whip.”

The god with a gentle attitude is like a good man who persuades a young girl, even the drooping eyelashes have a light arc.

For a moment, Persephone thought Hades was shocked by her ferocity, so she stood up to smooth things over, and told her to stop with another whip.

But Hades was used to the brutal way of death, so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable watching someone whipping a whip.Could it be that he had never seen such a vicious side of her, and he came forward to stop her because he found it unacceptable?

It is very possible that although Hades is in charge of death affairs, the ideal person he yearns for in his heart is probably that kind of kind, gentle, beautiful and pure girl.

Well, the routine of pure black boys liking pure white girls is simply a versatile item in romance dramas.

Persephone realized that he didn't hate her because she wasn't vicious enough, so she stepped on the old cockroach's belly, stared at Hades brightly and said, "Don't stop me, it's such a pleasure to hit someone. How can you understand."

Hades suddenly felt a sense of excitement in her heart, she likes this?

Persephone: "Although this old guy saved me, I just don't like him. Maybe it's because he has such a face?" 7K 妏敩

Speaking of saving her, it was actually the fact that she was caught in the water when she traveled through time. This is not saving people at all, it is simply salvaging her as a commodity and using her.But without giving this old cockroach some sparkle, it's not enough to bring out her vicious and perverted character.

Persephone stepped on the old guy's stomach and rolled it several times while talking, and when he heard the old priest moaning in pain, tears pouring out of his eyes, the grievance of saying good things about him finally dissipated a little.

"Look how beautiful he is in his poor state."

Persephone, who temporarily forced himself to be a "perverted and vicious" character, focused all his attention on Hades, and wanted to see if there was any effect, so that the power of the arrow could be reduced to meet the conditions for drawing the arrow.

This kind of anticipation appeared in Hades' heart, and he finally nodded his head lightly.

Then Persefin saw Lord Pluto, who was still kindly persuading her not to hit anyone just now, raised his hand, and there was snake scale-shaped mist swimming between the white and slender fingers, and those snake scales turned into dozens of floating copper spears, Facing the old priest lying on the ground with only one breath left.

His posture was still as leisurely as if he was watching the scenery with her, and his tone was as calm as if he wanted to catch two more shrimps, "If you like him dismembered, I can do it. The strength of the whip is not enough to break his bones."

After all, it is a weapon to whip the soul, and the body used to torture humans is not enough, especially with the power of Persephone.Even if she likes to beat people, the bones of her hands will become sore after beating for a long time, and the wounds are too slight to be appreciated.

"Break him in how many pieces you like, or pull his bones out of the skin and bang his cranium, and the blood splatters are brightly colored."

Persephone's hands trembled, her eyes widened with fright.

Hades: "I squeezed a golden pot, put his intestines, heart, liver and lungs in it, filled it with blood and put it next to your bed, you can see it every morning when you open your eyes."

If she really likes it, this is a new offering he prepares every day.

In fact, since Zeus took the throne, human sacrifices have been gradually replaced by livestock, but it is not uncommon for any god to use human beings as sacrifices. The taste is good.

Persephone shook her head with difficulty, "No, no, this is too much trouble for you."

Is this the difference between God and man?Compared with Shen Yi, her abnormality is simply lacking in imagination, and she doesn't even have a frightening orgasm.

Hades has noticed her mood changes, knowing that she has found the wrong hobbies, he reconfirmed: "It's very easy to make, I can also carve flowers on the internal organs, or use bones to create chairs, do you want to see it?"

He was actually good at making furniture, and Persephone might like it.

Persephone: It's not a question of liking or disliking, it's a question of scaring or not.

She was so frightened that her eyebrows drooped into a splayed shape, she immediately took back her "cruel character design", and quickly raised her hand and said: "It's really unnecessary, and this old guy has already learned his lesson, look, my hands are sore. "

Hades actually knew she didn't like it, but just wanted her to discover that she had the advantage of craftsmanship, to see if he could make chairs and benches for her by himself.

It's a pity that this item didn't get her appreciation. Hades was depressed for a while, and then hummed slowly.

Persephone: She doesn't hit people, so why isn't he happy?

Fearing that the carved internal organs would be next to her pillow when she woke up tomorrow morning, Persephone immediately carried out the plan that she had just thought up.

She couldn't do such a difficult job as killing people, but she could do it by teaching the old guy a lesson and making him unable to do evil in the future.

Because the powerful god beside him is a universal wishing machine.

Persephone raised her head eagerly, softened the tight corners of her mouth, and slightly raised a smile, "Hades."

The god who was once again struck by her smile froze in place for a long time before he finally heard her wish clearly. He seemed to be walking steadily, but in fact he was already poisoned and staggered to the old man who was lying limp on the ground. He reached out and pushed the human away. Fog on eyelids.

His clean and perfect face appeared in the cloudy eyes of the old priest, and the immortal god whispered softly, "You saw me."

You see God, you will be destroyed, there is no possibility of resurrection.

Then Hades turned around and hugged Persephone as if he had done a trivial thing, and then fell into the quiet and cold dark mist and disappeared into the place of sacrifice.

After the black mist left, the sound of the waves, seabirds, and burning flames resumed.

Persephone, who was standing on the carriage, didn't even have time to look back. Everything on the beach had become an invisible black spot. She confirmed doubtfully, "That old guy won't be able to do bad things in the future, right?"

She made a request to Hades just now, hoping to make an oath to the old guy, including all the tribe members he leads, so that they will not be used as sacrifices in the future, and they are not allowed to do bad things such as murder.

Hades: "He won't do anything bad." Correctly speaking, he won't do any more.

Persephone's request was too merciful, and he did not intend to let go of the human beings who had offended her.

The cold god looked down at his feet, and the heartless indifference like overlooking ants appeared in his eyes again, and the beach with the black mist faded showed its true colors.

All the humans who danced the sacrificial dance were swallowed by the black mist, leaving their flesh and bones exposed.The sacrifices in the bonfire were the burnt remains of several young humans. Judging from the appearance of their souls, they should be the outsiders who were kidnapped and killed by attacks.

The black mist blocked the corpse, but Persephone didn't see it.

As for the old priest who was forced to look directly at the gods, his life was taken away in an instant.

Human beings cannot see the true face of gods, and this knowledge did not appear on the clay tablets that educated Persephone, so she never realized that it was an unreasonable thing for her to be able to get along with gods normally.

Persephone didn't know what terrible thing the god beside her had just done. She was just full of emotion about her experience of being too curious and fantasy. If these things were compiled into stories, readers would despise them for being illogical.

Maybe reality is indeed more absurd than fiction, her fingers were still trembling slightly, and when she saw her enemy moaning in pain under her feet, she was not really happy.In the end, he could only sigh and stop, making sure that he was not the one who could kill people coldly and take revenge.

But making that old guy no longer harm anyone was considered a gain. Most of the depression in Persefine's heart disappeared, and she remembered something and took out a piece of gold from the mini cloth bag.

"Hades, this is an extra gift." She gave this piece of gold willingly. At first, she just asked Hades to help her hold the field, so that she would not be beaten when she beat someone.

Unexpectedly, he would ask so much in the end, Bo Tingmen thanked him silently, and reluctantly gave him a piece of gold that was not too big or small.

Hades felt her reluctance and made a very correct choice. He gently held her hand, "I don't need gold. If you really want to give me something, please give me a blessing."

The humility of his attitude was like molten iron, melting the pale and hard contours of his face, and even the dark eyes were filled with some kind of secret pure emotion.

Like a pious statue, it is so holy that it is difficult to look directly at it.

Persephone finally realized that the sense of faith she had barely put on was almost cheap compared to Hades.

He didn't seem to know that he was too humble to see people like this, and even his request was incredibly soft, "Please tell me, I will give you a good word, so that your hopeless journey can get what you want."

Why can he change from such a crazy posture to such a gentle appearance, it is almost impossible to hate him.

Obviously just a victim of the arrow of the god of love, the simple relationship between the kidnapper and the meat ticket caused by it, when did it start to become... so troublesome.

Persephone pursed her lips and hesitated for a while, and finally repeated seriously in a low voice, "Hades, I have a kind word for you, let you go this time..."

The word hopeless is too dark, she skipped it as soon as her heart softened, "The journey can get what you want."

Hades felt the weight of this sentence with all her attention, it was the words of power given by the Lord God to believers, if she was unwilling in her heart, then this sentence would not cause any miracles.

Hades didn't think he could get her sincere blessing the first time, and it was normal to fail.

But soon, a strange vitality emerged from his body, light green leaves grew from the depths of his black pupils, and the land that rejected him was clearly revealed before his eyes.

The bright and dazzling sunlight becomes round and comfortable, and he can perceive the growth of all plants, as well as the seeds hidden under the soil.

This is the power bestowed upon him by his gods, not forcibly snatched away like Demeter, but given to him sincerely by her.

Hades, who didn't expect to succeed once, was stunned for a long time before he heard Persephone's hesitant voice in his ears, "Am I not up to standard? Do you want me to say it again?"

Hades was silent for a while before he lowered his head and kissed her on the back of her hand. He was as careful as a giant beast with its fangs retracted, unable to lose control. .

A flower bloomed in the heart of the god who had been alone in the dark for a long time, and she personally handed it over and placed it in.

Persephone didn't know why his attitude was so gentle, but subconsciously realized that it would be cruel to show a gesture of rejection at this moment.

When he kissed the back of her hand, she even lightened her fingertips.

Finally Hades stopped this warm contact, lowered his eyes and said, "I like what you gave me."

Borrowing the power she gave him, he saw the distribution of seeds that should only be seen by her spirit and Demeter. There are only original seeds of wheat on this island.

In the mountains in the middle of the island, there is a lake full of life, and the wheat seeds are hidden in the land by the lake.

Hades picked up Persephone's small flower basket that was half hung on the ponytail, and hung it on her wrist again, "Let's go."

To pick all kinds of vegetables and honors that belong to you.

After finishing speaking, the carriage restarted, and when it ran through the middle of the mountains, the wheels didn't even stop, and the most important wheat seed in the land was shoveled away by Hades mercilessly with an iron pickaxe.

And Demeter, who was still looking for them in the sea, knelt down after being severely injured. She clutched her painful chest and looked viciously at her island.

"Hades..." She looked in Hades' direction resentfully, and black tears flowed from her eyes like poisonous juice.

And Persefin didn't notice the extra wheat seed in the basket at all, because the wheat seed was too small, and it couldn't be seen once the gap between the leaves was covered.

Hades's carriage rushed to Attica again. The olive seeds were in Athens, the holy city blessed by the Athens case. He was going to snatch this delicious seed and add it to Persephone's plate. Green olive oil.

Unscrupulous on the earth, like a robber's carriage scaring away all the secondary gods, as well as the nymphs of the mountains, forests and waters, and when everyone's eyes are attracted by Hades' carriage.

An immature little hand gently brushed away the clouds, careful not to be discovered by Hades, and then a dark and cold lead arrow protruded from the clouds.

"Wait until the carriage stops, then let go of your fingers, and let the power of loathing love enter Persephone's heart." The owl standing on the shoulder of the god who was about to shoot an arrow whispered in his ear.

The god, that is, Eros, felt his ears itch. He rubbed the owl's feathers and said childishly, "Yes, yes, I understand. If Persephone hates Hades, they will not be able to love each other."

After speaking, his arrows were aimed at the ground, like a patient hunter, waiting for his favorite prey to throw himself into the net.