Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

The figure of the visitor was tall and thin, and the pure black loose robe made him look a little thinner, but no one would mistake it for weakness. powerful force.

His appearance is clear and handsome, but there is no trace of blood on his face, but a kind of paleness that has not seen the sun all year round. His eyes are sunken, and there is a slightly gloomy smile in his amber phoenix pupils.

All the gods are preventing the escaped criminals from running out of Cape Death, but among these criminals, the mastermind who needs to be feared the most and should be intercepted appears calmly in front of Fu Zhenhong and Apollo. before.

"Tifeng..." Apollo read out the name of the person who came, subconsciously blocked Fu Zhenhong behind him, and looked at the king of monsters who looked like a madman with an unkind expression.

Facing Apollo's vigilance and vigilance, the smile in Typhon's eyes grew stronger. He opened his thin lips and said in an unclear way: "What? You have to be a knight if your divine power is limited?"

Apollo also laughed when he heard the words, "Eris is strong enough, he is not a delicate flower who needs to be protected." Even so, Apollo did not move away.

He didn't want Typhon and Eris to have any more eye contact.

When Typhon just came in, Apollo keenly captured the morbid obsession and desire for destruction in the other party's eyes after seeing Eris.

It is no secret in the entire God Realm that Eris once helped Zeus deal with Typhon.It can be said that without the help of Eris, it is impossible for his father to defeat Typhon so smoothly and become the most honorable king of the gods.

Apollo imagined that if he were Typhon, he would definitely have more or less murderous intentions towards Eris, but what surprised Apollo most was not the destructive desire in Typhon's eyes, but the almost destructive desire in Typhon's eyes. Morbid obsession and paranoid love.

Apollo didn't know what kind of deeper relationship between Typhon and Eris besides the great battle.He repelled Typhon from being close to Eris, most of the reason was because of jealousy in his heart.

He is the one who has a little secret with Eris, and they have a unique encounter.

"Since the Sun God thinks that Eris is not a delicate flower that needs to be protected, then..." Typhon paused, and frowned with some distress, "Can I trouble the Sun God to get out of the way?"

His voice was gentle and elegant, and his perfect etiquette made Apollo unable to pick a single mistake.

However, the savagery and fierceness in his eyes directly shot at Apollo, and the awe-inspiring oppression on his body was like a fierce and turbulent huge sea wave under the whistling wind, rushing mightily towards Apollo.

Apollo has never felt that his divine power is so vulnerable to being restricted by the darkness of the underworld as he is now. If he is facing other gods, even if he does not use the divine power of the sun, he may be able to calmly rely on his physical quality alone. To deal with it, but it happened to be Typhon in front of him.

With his divine power completely restricted, it was not an easy task for him to resist Typhon's monstrous killing intent.

But after all, he was the Son of the Sun, and his face did not show the slightest expression of being suppressed by Typhon's killing intent.

Standing in front of Fu Zhenhong, his tall and straight body seemed to contain endless power, and his golden hair radiated a warm and brilliant luster in the dark underworld.

Apollo, the god of the sun, is a deity that cannot be swallowed by the boundless and deep darkness.

Fu Zhenhong came out from behind Apollo, and he patted Apollo on the shoulder lightly, in an extremely natural gesture of intimacy that was willing to take the initiative to approach.

Apollo was easily appeased, and the smile on the corner of his lips became real.

Typhon saw Apollo's changes in his eyes, and his eyes darkened for a moment.

"Finally escaped from the abyss, aren't you in a hurry to leave?" Fu Zhenhong asked him.

Tifeng smiled and said, "How can I leave without you?"

"Take me?" Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, and said with interest: "From your tone, it seems that you are very sure about this."

Typhon shook his head: "Eris, facing you, I always feel that I don't have enough confidence."

He took out the dagger hanging from his waist, pulled out the scabbard, and the sharp silver blade exuded a bloodthirsty cold light.

This is the one Fu Zhenhong put in the Abyss Prison. After being transformed by Tifeng, the blade was carved with strange and unpredictable ancient patterns, watered with blood, and turned into an obscure totem full of blood.

He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the blade, a morbid intoxication appeared on his pale and thin face, and a coquettish and lingering fierce light burst out from his amber pupils.

"Eris, this is the first gift you gave me." Typhon's lips curled into a big arc: "Look, I like it so much, I like it so much that I can't wait to integrate it into my bone marrow. My flesh and blood are bound together and will never be separated."

"Really..." Fu Zhenhong smiled, and said maliciously, "Then why don't you swallow it?"

"If Eris wants to watch me swallow it, it's okay, but it's not now." Typhon slightly raised his head and looked out the window, the scarlet clouds were slowly receding, Mingyue faintly showed signs of recovery, he closed his eyes He took a deep breath, moved his lips that were as pale as water, and said three words: "The wind is blowing."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce gust of wind blew in in an instant, engulfing Fu Zhenhong in the vortex like a tornado.

Apollo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to grab Fu Zhenhong, but his fingertips were directly bounced away the moment they touched the vortex.

Fu Zhenhong looked at the white vortex around him, he could feel the breath of the wind god Aeolus, but it was different from the one he had at Thetis' wedding banquet, and this breath also carried the unique smell of Typhon. the cold.

Fu Zhenhong did not use his divine power to get rid of this bondage. As the trapped party, he seemed too calm.

"Where are you going to take me?"

"Take you to an absolutely special place..."

Before Typhon finished his last words, a sharp arrow shot straight at him with lightning speed.

Typhon quickly dodged to dodge, the sharp arrow passed by him, and finally hit the stone pillar beside him.

Typhon lowered his head and glanced at the few strands of hair that fell on the ground and was cut off during the escape just now, and then glanced at the silver bow and arrow that shot through the stone pillar, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "It's really dangerous, Apollo .”

"Since you are going to a special place, wouldn't it be more exciting to take me with you?" Apollo calmly put away his bow and arrows, "I think as your current friend and former sun god Helios, he should be happy too. Can you see me?"

Typhon stared at Apollo for a few seconds, then burst out laughing, "You are much more interesting than your father god."

"Since you sincerely request, then I will follow your wishes."

………………

On the far west coast, there is a paradise full of golden apple trees. Behind this paradise, there are two mighty and majestic mountains.

Between the two mountains, there is a scenic canyon.

The stream is trickling, and the kingfisher and flowers are quiet.

Below the canyon is a cave.

Fu Zhenhong sat in the cave, listening to the murmur of the waterfall outside the cave, without the slightest anxiety of being trapped, with a calm expression, he stroked the black cat lying on his lap time after time.

This black cat was thrown to Fu Zhenhong by Tifeng.

It's an unusual cat.

Its hair is very soft, bright and smooth, and its personality is lively. However, under Fu Zhenhong's touch, the black cat narrowed its eyes docilely, and its long white beard moved slightly in pleasure. lazy.

It has been three days since he was brought here by Typhon.

In these three days, apart from the first day when Typhon came, no other gods appeared, but he could faintly feel the breath of Apollo, somewhere in these two mountains.

The two mountains seemed to be surrounded by some kind of powerful barrier, and he couldn't detect the outside situation through his spiritual sense, but Fu Zhenhong was not worried about the battle situation outside.

Typhon and the three Titans who escaped from the abyss, plus a Poseidon and his supporters, fought against the gods of the underworld and Mount Olympus.

In the absence of the previous generation of God King Kronos, the chances of winning in the Underworld and Mount Olympus are obviously much greater.

Fu Zhenhong didn't have the slightest interest in participating in this battle, which was one of the reasons why he obediently let Typhon bring him here.

Rather than taking up arms to fight and kill, Fu Zhenhong would rather stay in this deep and quiet cave, and occasionally go out for a walk, watching the clear sweet spring flowing in the canyon and smelling the fragrance of flowers , Listening to the crisp and sweet birdsong.

[The strategy is not over yet, how can Xiaohong retire early. ]

Fu Zhenhong ignored the weak chicken system. He patted the black cat on the head to make it fall off his lap, then stood up and walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave is a blue and clear sky, the sun is bright, warm and warm, and the white clouds are floating in the light and warm halo. This is a sky without a trace of haze, and the beauty is like an illusion deliberately created by divine power.

Fu Zhenhong came to a river, sat on the bank and soaked his feet, the cool water wrapped his feet, Fu Zhenhong took out the small harmonica that Apollo gave him to him.

The quiet tune reverberates in the valley, it is not the gentle and delicate softness, but an ancient tune that can only be played by Lingling seven strings, like a wind-cold pine and bamboo being blown by the wind, awe-inspiring and cold, like a bright moon starry sky.

In the mountains, the lark flew to Fu Zhenhong's side, and the colorful butterflies fluttered their wings joyfully beside him.

But such a beautiful picture did not last long.

As the bird and butterfly flew away in panic, Fu Zhenhong smelled a strong smell of blood. He stopped playing and did not look back at the person standing behind him.

The clear surface of the river reflected Fu Zhenhong's flawless and cold face. There was no lingering and seductive obsequiousness, only the coldness and indifference that refused to be seen thousands of miles away.

And the rippling river water in the sun also reflected the reflection of another person. Just looking at the scene on the water surface, it was as if Fu Zhenhong's head was resting on the chest of the person behind him, and the two bodies Overlapping.

"It seems to have recovered."

Tifeng squatted down while talking, and then directly stretched out his arms to encircle Fu Zhenhong, hugging him in his arms full of possessiveness.