Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

As a senior raider of the Space-Time Management Bureau, Fu Zhenhong's character has become more and more cold and indifferent after experiencing countless colorful worlds.

In the last world, he was a bone spirit, facing Tang Seng and Sun Wukong, two heavenly candidates related to Buddhism, so he naturally needs to take the initiative to have the possibility of more intimate contact.

But now in this world of Greek mythology, his character is designed to be indifferent and withdrawn. Fu Zhenhong has been here for some time, and his mood is getting closer and closer to his original heart. Naturally, he rarely gets really angry. .

But right now, Zeus had an affair behind Hera's back and chose the location in his palace. Fu Zhenhong felt that it was because of her usually too gentle temper.

Fu Zhenhong glanced coldly at a certain envoy above the palace who was helping the God King to keep watch.

The cunning and quick-witted trick-maker received Fu Zhenhong's sharp warning eyes, and felt a chill in his body for an instant, and a chill ran down his back to his head.

He is a smart and alert god who knows how to judge the situation. After a short thought, Hermes jumped to Fu Zhenhong's side.

Seeing Fu Zhenhong, this god who is very good at observing words and expressions was really angry. His eyes looking towards the hall were full of disgust, as if the most noble god king in the entire god world was just an ugly ant, a person who made him fanciful. vomit garbage.

In the hall, heavy panting and emotional groans became more and more intense, and Zeus, who was concentrating on doing intimate things, didn't feel the cold air from the outside world.

The palace where Eris lived was always cold and gloomy, but at this moment, the empty and quiet atmosphere made Zeus feel that his whole body seemed to be full of the smell of Eris.

With such mental awareness, the eyebrows and eyes of the man under him were three points similar to Eris, and the way he moaned emotionally gave Zeus the illusion that he was loving Eris.

He wanted to get Eris so much, he liked it since he was a child, thought about it for thousands of years, and felt a dull pain in his heart, but he couldn't get Eris' gentle look.

He is the most noble god in the entire God Realm, the king of the gods, and Eris should belong to him.Zeus's movements became more and more fierce and domineering, as if only this could satisfy Xiao's palpitations that he had been thinking about for a long time.

Hermes' eyes flashed. The impression of his great father, the ruler of Mount Olympus, in Eris's heart this time is probably completely bad, and it will never be reversed.Diva Hera is really a good means.

Knowing her husband, she knows how to take advantage of Zeus's lust.

"Dear Eris, His Majesty the God King..."

Before Hermes finished speaking, Fu Zhenhong squatted down and put her right palm on the ground.

At the moment when his palm touched the ground, a black halo suddenly appeared, and the originally flat and hard ground began to scatter and crack forward at lightning speed, accompanied by the cold and dark corrosive air like a hunting net. Generally diffuse toward the palace.

With a "boom", before Hermes had time to take a closer look, the desolate palace broke into pieces of stones and collapsed in an instant in front of him.

And it was only a few seconds before and after.

It was the first time that Hermes felt the power and destructive power of Eris so intuitively. The envoy of the god blinked his eyes in a daze, looking at the stones in front of him that were floating into the air as the stones collapsed. Cloudy smoke.

He didn't expect Eris to be so simple and rude, destroying the palace where he slept without saying a word, and he didn't even have any scruples at all, or it was simply intentional to make the god king and the god king's lover suffer. .

After all, doing such a thing in someone else's palace is a kind of disrespect and offense in itself, even if the person who did it is the ruler of Mount Olympus, it is not enough to be forgiven and forgiven.

If the owner of this palace was just an ordinary god, perhaps he could only choose to swallow his anger and write this sum secretly, but Eris didn't need it, he was strong enough, and he didn't need to wrong himself to let the existence that made him feel sick.

Hermes thought of the ear-piercing and panicked screams inside when the palace collapsed. It was from Tenenas, a human teenager with eyebrows and eyes slightly similar to Eris.

If Eris saw that boy later, he would be even angrier.

Although Hermes is the messenger of the god king, he should be considerate of the lord of the gods, but at this moment, he has a bit of schadenfreude about what happened to his father Zeus.

The god imagined that if the palace he was in suddenly collapsed when he was having sex with someone, and his interest was interrupted, he would be in the shadow for a long time.

Just as Hermes was thinking, Zeus pushed away the stone pillar that was holding him down in the ruins of ruined stones, and twisted the unconscious Tenenas to stand up.

As the king of the gods, Zeus was rarely in such a state of embarrassment as he is now. The back of his head was injured by a sharp brick, and thick blood flowed out, sticking to his hair.The originally handsome and tough face was covered with gray-black sand and dust, and the half-naked upper body was also scratched by fine flying stone chips, and there were wounds everywhere.

His thick black and straight eyebrows were tightly frowned, and strong anger radiated from his whole body, and his arms were clenched into fists, and terrifying veins burst out.

Zigzag-shaped lightning pierced the dark and silent sky, and roaring thunders shot straight out of the sky, fierce and violent.

Thunder took the initiative to get angry, and the originally deep and quiet sky became thunderous and lightning, and the gods who had already slept soundly woke up from their sleep one after another.

Zeus walked out from a broken stone wall, he left the naked Tenenas on the ground, and after he saw that the destroyer who caused all this was Fu Zhenhong, his anger dissipated in an instant Mostly.

"Eris, I..." He seemed to want to explain something, but was interrupted by Fu Zhenhong coldly: "You are disgusting."

After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she untied the black robe she had been wearing all the time, and used her divine power to transform into a long black whip and whip it directly at Zeus.

Zeus was in a moment of astonishment because of Fu Zhenhong's words, and Fu Zhenhong swung his whip too fast. Before he recovered, the flexible and sharp long whip was drawn to Zeus's chest with a gust of wind. It cut through his skin in an instant, leaving a glaring welt.

Fu Zhenhong used all her strength, the whip had his divine power on it, it was the erosive and rotten air that belonged only to the night, the whip that Zeus was hit was torn apart, and the flesh and blood were all blurred together.

Zeus groaned in pain. When Fu Zhenhong threw the whip for the second time, even though he flew away, he was still scratched on the right cheek by the whip.

Zeus wiped off the blood spilled from his face with his fingers, and under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, he licked the scarlet on his fingertips with his tongue. .

Without the cover of the black robe, Fu Zhenhong's tall and straight figure can be seen at a glance, and her smooth black hair is scattered behind him. Fu Zhenhong only wears a slim linen robe with a waist tie. A light blue belt, without any complicated folds or decorations, is simple and neat, but it all exudes a cool and noble air.

Zeus laughed suddenly: "Eris, you are really merciless."

To become the third generation god king, Zeus has great strength and a smart mind. Although he is romantic, most of his cheating objects are not just purely beautiful.

He needs to consolidate the status of the God King, and also needs to have children with his blood to maintain the prosperity and prosperity of the God Realm, so that his power can extend to various fields, so as to achieve the goal of long-term rule and even continuous growth.

Zeus is not afraid of Fu Zhenhong's strength, just as Fu Zhenhong is not afraid of Zeus' strength.

They were evenly matched in power, and even because of the attributes of Fu Zhenhong's priesthood in this world, if they really wanted to fight alone, he was a little stronger than Zeus.

Zeus is in charge of thunder and lightning, while Fu Zhenhong is in charge of strife and discord. The former is a dead thing, while the latter is an emotion. Once a dead object rises to a certain point, it will not change, and emotions are endless.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Zeus's ferocious whip marks from his shoulders to his abdomen. He knew his own strength, even gods had amazing recovery power, but this wound was enough for Zeus to hurt for months.

The whip was stained with Zeus' blood, and Fu Zhenhong thought it was dirty, so he could no longer have the long whip.

"Hermes," Fu Zhenhong looked at the envoy beside him, and threw the whip to him, "Send it to you."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out without waiting for Hermes to answer.

As soon as Fu Zhenhong stepped out of the courtyard, she met Apollo who hurried over.

This handsome sun god obviously came because of the lightning and thunder in the sky just now. Seeing that Fu Zhenhong was not injured, Apollo heaved a sigh of relief, and then noticed that Fu Zhenhong was not wearing that big black robe , but only wearing simple and slim-fitting clothes, revealing the collarbone and the entire right arm.

The gods on Mount Olympus said that he is the highest symbol of male body beauty. However, after meeting Eris at this moment, Apollo knew that strength and fitness are not the only criteria for measuring whether a male body is beautiful.

Obviously their clothes were more revealing than Eris, but Apollo's heart beat faster just because of the collarbone and arms.

Apollo looked at Fu Zhenhong's exposed skin uncontrollably, and slowly moved his eyes from the delicate collarbone to the slender white right arm.

Every inch is so perfect, white and delicate, like frost and snow, like a delicate flower, more like a plain vine under the red coral exuding fatal bewitchment, under the cold white moonlight, it seems to be shining Thin alluring sheen.

Apollo suddenly had the urge to bury his head between Eris' collarbone and suck hard, to leave ambiguous and wet marks on it, and to wrap his arms around his neck and stick tightly to his body.

A thin blush suddenly appeared on Apollo's sharp-edged face.

Fortunately, he stopped the increasingly outrageous thoughts in time, and quickly covered up the thoughts in his eyes, so that he did not appear abrupt and abnormal.

He glanced at the collapsed stones in the yard, then at Zeus who was injured and frowning and talking to Hermes, and finally fell on the face of the naked man who fell on the ground, and he roughly Guess what happened.

"Dear Eris, I sincerely invite you to my palace. The cold and frost of the night should not come near you. I hope you can have a sweet dream in the warm palace tonight."