Twilight War

All things are punished for the injustices of others in an eternal cycle.

09

After being forced by the black widow to change into the costumes, the two of them were forbidden to enter the scene room again, so Huangxuan Jin and Wisipel had to wait while watching the show on stage.

Huang Xuanjin leaned on his chin, looking at the witch played by the sorceress on the open-air stage who cast a spell to save the village but was expelled by everyone. The woman's clothes were shabby and covered with burn marks.

The woman's voice was hoarse, and she cursed viciously at all those who hurt her.

"Don't you like this?" Huang Xuanjin looked at Wisipel and asked, as Wisipel didn't seem interested in this drama.

"No, I just think her acting is a bit exaggerated." Wischpel said.

"Is it her monologue?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

Vesper nodded.

"I think it's pretty good." Huangxuanjin looked at the woman on the stage who was screaming and cursing, and she leaned over and said, "I heard them say that people in the past were full of joy and sorrow, and when they cried, the world shared sorrow, and when they were angry, they felt the same. Splashing and rolling. Perhaps they have used up all the strongest and most frank emotions in the world, and what is left for us is to remain calm."

So all the people in this world are sad or desperate, but they always keep their expressions in front of others.

When passing by, everyone may be playing the sad Oedipus King and the weeping Antigone in their hearts.

Vichypel didn't speak.

"I once saw a dumb man on the street, screaming loudly, but couldn't say anything. I was across the street and watched him tearing at each other, and then screaming with his head in his arms. Perhaps we have always been so desperate for words that cannot be said Crazy." Huang Xuanjin's eyes were scattered, and Mr. Rabbit, who was wearing a rabbit mask beside the stage, looked down at his pocket watch.

"Then you still refuse to tell me anything now." Wihipel looked back at the boy.

Huang Xuanjin smiled with the corners of his mouth picked up.

In fact, he is the same as the dumb, except that the dumb is dumb of the mouth, while he is dumb of the heart.

The dumb people roared madly, and the dumb people were silent and desperate.

There was a peddler selling oranges next to him, and Wisper bought two, peeled them with a dagger, and handed one to Huangxuan Jin and the other to Little Jasmine.

The village on the stage was turned into ruins burning in flames in the witch's revenge. Everyone struggled and shouted, while the witch left with her head up in a torn robe.

Huang Xuanjin lowered his head and bit the knuckle of his ring finger.

The orange juice dripped down the fingertips.

Little Jasmine looked up at him, "Is that witch a good person or a bad person. Is she a villain?"

Huang Xuanjin shook his head, "Not at all."

"Okay, it's time for me to take the stage." He squatted down, "Stay below for a while, don't go anywhere."

The tortoise, the manservant of Paradise Lost, came onto the stage slowly holding a golden apple, and scolded the gods for not inviting him. He was quite majestic, wearing the clothes of the goddess of fortune, as if he was going to stuff an elephant into the dress of a princess Here, it is estimated that twelve maids will pull the laces of the herringbone skirt together.

After the tortoise put down the golden apple, it hurried off the stage, as if it was afraid that the dress on its body would be torn if it was too late, and then the gods of the heavens came to the stage. Of course, in fact, it was only the three women plus one of Vichypel.

Huang Xuanjin looked at Vichypel from the audience listening to the quarrel of the three women with a helpless expression.He even felt that those women had completely entered the drama, and he would never stop until he found out who was the most beautiful woman.

He looked boredly at the golden apple thrown on the table.

He remembered that in the myths of the Southern Kingdoms, the golden apples grew at the ends of the world and were guarded by the Goddess of the Evening Stars.

Heraclitus once tricked Atlas, the Titan god who carried the sky on his shoulders, to pick a golden apple for him.

"Little Jin, he likes you, right?" Little Jasmine asked suddenly, biting the orange peeled by Vesper.

"Ah?" Huang Xuanjin was taken aback, "Who are you talking about?"

"Is he also the one who likes you as long as you like him?" Little Jasmine continued to ask.

Huang Xuanjin shook his head.

"It seems that even if you don't like him, he will like you."

The girl looked at the stage, and the silver-haired god leaned on his forehead and sighed, the upper half of his face was covered by a mask painted with golden branches.

"Then do you like him?" Little Jasmine continued to ask, the girl had eyes like a puppy.

Huangxuanjin looked at the stage, Visipelle was dressed in a silk dress embroidered with laurel, and his silver hair was hanging down. He acted out that embarrassing look into the pity of the gods.

Even on the stage where everyone was laughing and cursing, the man always seemed to remain calm.He put all his emotions into those blue eyes.

There are three thousand in the world, and the sky is broken.

"Look at my mood."

the boy said.

"I heard that Paris of Troy is in this world, why don't we let him judge everything." Vehipel stood up from his seat.

Huang Xuanjin was still in a daze when he was grabbed by the tortoise and thrown onto the stage.

He looked at the golden apple that Vichy Perce had given him.

Although he doesn't know the lines, but his part is very simple, just listen to the promises of the three goddesses, and then choose Aphrodite without thinking.

And then just wait to go back to get his Helen!

"I promise you supreme power. You should become a powerful monarch, and everyone should bow down to you." The black widow wore a mask of Hera, and she directly pulled Huang Xuanjin's collar, with amber eyes Staring at Huangxuanjin through the mask.

Huang Xuanjin nodded, yes, that's right, this plot is the same as he remembered.

"Choose me." Black Widow gritted her teeth and whispered in Huang Xuanjin's ear.

Huang Xuanjin was stunned while holding the apple in his hand.Wait, isn't the ending of this drama already predetermined!

Before he could react, he was dragged by Katla.

The woman brushed over his dazed face, her smile was charming and charming.

"If you choose me, you will embark on the road of a hero. You will create your own epic, and you will be praised forever." Carter said beside Huangxuan Jin like a banshee.

Athena, who is also the god of war, was abruptly played by Carter as a siren who bewitched Odysseus at sea.

She gave Huang Xuanjin a rather ambiguous look, and then pushed the boy away.

Carter's eyes are like bright gems, and her eyes are like a cat stepping on your heart gently.

But Huang Xuanjin felt that he was threatened with death.

If you don't choose her, you will definitely be dismembered and thrown on the street!Absolutely!

These women... are they trying to tamper with the myth?

This is the rise and fall of a city-state, ten years of war, and the death of countless heroes.

It is a magnificent epic written by the blind.

Don't think about it!The ending of the story has long been decided, and the coffin has been settled!Even if he wants to change it, it should be Paris who lifts the coffin board and gives the apple to someone else. It's not his turn to tamper with the myths and legends!

But even Paris's coffin had already been nailed up, buried in soil, and placed on a monument.

Paris can't open it himself!

Huangxuan Jin gritted his teeth, resisting the murderous intent from Black Widow and Hull and said, "Let's hear what the third goddess has to say."

"I will give you... love, and you will marry the most beautiful woman in the world." Mrs. Violet said with determination.

Her eyes seem to say that I know you must choose me.

Huang Xuanjin held the apple in his hand and looked at Mrs. Violet.

That's right, quickly give the apple to Aphrodite, then go back and wait to marry the most beautiful Helen in the world, and then quietly wait for the tragic death of the defeated father and brother in the city of subjugation.

Waiting for the huge wooden horse to be transported into the city, the victory or defeat will be written in the epic thousands of years ago.

The ship from afar returns.

Then he can complete his mission and successfully finish a city-state with an apple.

It's a bit tragic, but that's what they call a sense of destiny.

Although you fight, although you fight like a hero, fate is there, strong and irresistible, and you will walk on the path determined by fate no matter what.

Just like Oedipus left his hometown in order to avoid the fate of killing his father and marrying his mother, and ended up killing anyone who was his father.It's like Pluto said that as long as you don't look back, I will let you go back. As a result, Orpheus' wife insisted on turning back at the end, and then turned into a stubborn stone.

So, anyway, my fate is like this, and the fate of dying tomorrow has long been written in the oracle of the temple, so I should hurry up and lie on the bed waiting to die.If you fled to an unknown place overnight with your luggage on your back tonight, you will suddenly be killed by rolling stones.

Huang Xuanjin's fingers stroked the exquisite patterns on the golden apple, those patterns were like delicate charms.

But the beauty of the so-called tragedy lies in the fact that the insignificant people struggle against fate and God.However, he was engulfed in the heavy torrent of fate, and in the end nothing could be changed.

No one would want to see a person like him who directly obeyed his fate.

He was about to hand the apple to Mrs. Violet when he turned his head and saw the murderous eyes of Black Widow and Carter.

Huang Xuanjin smiled awkwardly, in fact, it is not impossible to give the two of them the apple, right?

After all, he didn't really want Helen very much. The most beautiful woman in the world was not that important, as long as she looked like Vichypel.

If the golden apple is given directly to Hera or Athena, it seems that there is nothing wrong with exchanging power and heroism in the world.

This is like the choice game often seen in "Empire's Erotic History". If you choose this option for the first time but get a bad ending, then try another option.

Perhaps the hero in this Trojan War will become him.

Maybe he can change the fate of a subjugated country and a city, the death of his father and brother, and even accomplish a heroic career.

But even if Paris agrees with Achilles, he won't agree, even if Achilles agrees with Odysseus, he won't agree!He really didn't want to see the coffin boards of the southern countries being lifted one by one.

"What should I do?" Huangxuan Jin quietly moved to Vehipel's side, "Brother, help me."

"Don't know who it's for?" Vehipel turned his head and asked softly.

Huang Xuanjin nodded immediately.

"Why don't you give it to me," said Vichypel.

Huangxuanjin immediately jumped away from Wispel.

Your Highness, I can't tell that you are thinking about this apple even though you look so pious!

But you're not in the options at all!

The three goddesses of beauty and benefit were more beautiful than each other, but Paris gave the golden apple directly to Zeus.

After this, how can Zeus be a god!

Such a myth is fundamentally problematic.

What's more, now that little Jasmine is still watching from the audience, he really wants to give little Jasmine a normal and complete view of the world.

Not a messy setting where Paris gave the apple to Zeus.

It's like Snow White getting into Cinderella's pumpkin carriage and dropping mermaid scales at the ball.The result is the same in any story anyway, the prince took the scales and decided to embark on the road of the warrior, and then killed the dragon to awaken the Sleeping Beauty.

It is unimaginable what kind of path the children educated in this way will take in the future.

"Think about it for yourself, how do you choose to step down alive." Wihipel said beside Huangxuan Jin.

Huang Xuanjin felt that his hand holding the golden apple was trembling.

... No matter what you choose, you will die.

Originally, it was only one of three choices, but now Zeus was suddenly forced in.

Calm down, be calm.

As we all know, this is not a selection of who is more beautiful at all.

For Paris, this is a choice between power, heroism and love.

For him, it was a life-or-death decision.

And this choice will also be related to the rise and fall of a city-state, and the fate of countless heroes.

For Paris, there is no doubt that any choice is wrong.

After all, no matter how Paris chooses, one goddess cannot beat two.

But it may not be so for Huangxuanjin.

Because His Highness might really be able to hit three with one.

Huangxuanjin turned to look at Vehipel.

Decided.

Your Highness, you are the most beautiful goddess today!

As for Little Jasmine's worldview.

Forget it, it's already broken enough anyway, it doesn't matter if it breaks a little more.