818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

After Prosser woke up, he first learned what had happened from Ebra and the others.

It turned out that the projection he left in the God Realm suddenly disappeared, and both the God of Fate and the God of Prophecy could not see his fate, which made them vigilant.

This obviously ominous development made the God of Destiny quickly contact Ebra and others in another world. At this time, Ebra and the others had just learned the whole story of Proser's incarnation rules from Tartarus.

Knowing that His Majesty repaired the shell of the world willfully and made the divine body disappear, Ebra's first reaction as the god of life was where is the soul?

No matter how close the relationship with the god king of this world is, Prosser is the supreme god of their world. To find the soul is of course to ask the god of death in their world.

No one in this group of gods believed that His Majesty, who was still fine before, suddenly fell, and even Alvin put down what he was doing without saying a word, and went back with them through the gate of the two worlds, and killed the God of Death who lived at the end of the River Styx A family of land.

Alvin smiled wryly: "Where did I expect to be stopped by Lord Death just after arriving here, and then..."

Then I saw your majesty being played with your body like a doll by the other party.

After Prosser roughly understood the inside story, he was neither surprised nor suspicious. Instead, he comforted his frightened subordinates, causing the group of gods who had lived for thousands of years to almost pull his sleeves and cry.

After dealing with his subordinates' problems, he turned his head to look at the immortals in the Reaper series.

Squinting his eyes, Prosser said, "Yolanda, this time is really thanks to you."

But the biggest credit still belongs to me. If I didn't remember it, I wouldn't be able to come back even if you put three of my bodies.

Yolanda heard his subtext in displeasure, her brows twitched suddenly, and her mouth was merciless, although she had never been merciless.

He said: "Where is it, I just did a strange thing and collected an unwanted corpse. I didn't expect to help His Excellency at all."

When he said this, he spat out a thin breath from time to time, using it to satirize Prosser's previous sentence that ugly people do more tricks.

In all honesty, Yolanda is not ugly at all, but extremely handsome.

Different from Prosser's bright, friendly and dignified appearance, his facial features have a special, extremely attractive sternness.

Although his character is quite casual, time has left a deep impression on him after all.

Especially when Yolanda appeared disdainfully sitting on the throne of the Lord of Death, her black hair winding over the skeleton ribs carved on the back of the chair.

The red divine robe hangs over the shoulders, and the naked upper body is bare with lean muscles and wheat-colored skin.

This picture exudes a very sexy and wild impact, but if you look at those red pupils, all your previous thoughts will be in vain.

Because the eyes of the god of death have deprived the soul of the viewer, only those pupils became the last picture before death.

As the only Supreme God of Light who can look directly into the eyes of the God of Death, Proser, who has now been promoted to Lord of Light, chuckled lightly.

"Anyway, I still thank you."

Yolanda's upset mood gradually softened under such soft words, and he just wanted to say "You still have a conscience" when he was choked by Prosser's next sentence.

Prosser: "Can you call him out?"

"Hey, who?"

Yolanda pretended to be stupid.

"The one who can guide me in that situation is Chaos Lord Chaos."

Prosser folded his hands on his chest, and coolly reported the name of a wicked god.

The flower that meant getting what one wanted was not made by himself.

Although he is the master of the new students, he is not completely ignorant of the domain he controls.

The only ones who can do things in the game room are the gods who are the same level as the master.

Among the people he knew, there was this leisurely and carefree person, let alone that one.

Yolanda laughed dryly, and changed the subject roughly.

"Since you are awake, you should go wherever you want, don't bother me!"

The Lord of Death chased people away, Prosser wanted to show him face no matter what, before leaving he gave him a meaningful glance, seeing him shivering before leaving without hesitation.

Although the subordinates were confused, they followed him obediently after all.

When Yolanda saw that the people had left without any distracting projections, she immediately showed a relieved expression.

"Sure enough, I've been promoted to be a master. That look scared me just now..."

The pressure of Prosser's eyes made him break out in a cold sweat.

This ancient god who lived for an unknown amount of time hadn't felt such a strong pressure of life and death for a long time.

After sighing, Yolanda's red eyes burned with hot blood.

"The back wave of the Yangtze River pushes the front wave. My front wave can't just die on the beach. It should sweep the earth like a tsunami!"

Although he still looked full of vigor, but was overtaken by his younger generation for a while, this person was also disappointed in his heart.

After a while, he fell on the stone platform where Proser had been lying, and Chaos secretly poked him privately, and Yolanda ignored him.

Prosser left behind a projection of divine power and disappeared in front of the gate of the world, leaving only a group of main gods eagerly looking at his projection.

The scenery behind the gate was still beautiful and refreshing as usual, but he didn't care to appreciate it. He took the fastest shortcut all the way back to Hades and stopped by the Akron River.

Tartarus had been waiting here for a long time, and it was his presence that made Prosser stop.

The pale gold and blood red eyes faced each other, and the two gods remained silent.

After the cold wind of the underworld blows through.

Tartarus met Prosser's gaze and said, "Welcome back, I owe you a favor."

Two sentences made the intention of coming clearly.

Prosser smiled, "I remember."

No politeness, such a straightforward response is the best answer to Tartarus.

The God of the Abyss nodded slightly at him, turned around and left.

Prosser crossed Akron without hesitation.

When the ugly grimace moaning in the river saw him, it instinctively screamed silently, and countless dead souls quickly scattered from under his feet.

Instead of stepping onto Charon's boat, he stepped onto the surface of the River Styx as if testing his abilities.

And the effect is as powerful as mentioned before.

The fact that the souls of the dead who are almost integrated with the rules of the underworld can be so frightening just shows that the dominating power in Prosser has the terrifying power to destroy the River of Styx.

With such power, it is no wonder that the ruler has left the world where the gods exist.

Prosser thought as he walked through the field of truth.

On this day, the divine flowers in the garden were particularly eye-catching and colorful, and countless unknown varieties of beautiful flower seeds were born in the places Prosser stepped on, but they were born with light and divine power.

When he reached the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, his pace slowed down.

The keen hearing caught the message from Hades, and all the gods were discussing the agreed outcome fiercely.

It seemed that I was the one who failed.

Prosser smiled, and walked in without hesitation.

There are clusters of flowers and trees, floating clouds, and the light mist is evaporated into dew on the flowers and leaves by the twilight in the Elysee.

Prosser turned a corner and bumped into the body that smelled of cool daffodils head-on. He decisively folded his arms to hug him.

Hades looked at the person hugging him expressionlessly, as if he didn't know that he was still alive, he raised his hand and gently brushed his hair.

"Welcome back."

Proser's pupils shrank rapidly and then quickly returned to normal. This sentence just shows that Hades doesn't know everything.

He said sullenly, "Hades."

"Ah."

"Thank you."

Thank you for your willingness to trust me.

He thought about how Hades would feel when he heard the news of his accident in another world.

Although he couldn't empathize, he could imagine Hades' shaken a little bit.

Fortunately, my lover still chose to believe him and stayed in the other world, as if he was using actions to prove that as long as the bet was completed, he would definitely come back.

It has to be said that this kind of trust...fascinates Prosser.

Rubbing Hades' shoulder, he waited until he hid the emotion in his heart before raising his head, revealing that face that was similar to Chunshen's charm but completely different in facial features.

Hades looked at him silently for a while, then turned his head silently.

Such a reaction made his heart feel cold.

It's not that he's talking nonsense, his original face is better-looking than Chunshen's, and he will undoubtedly show a little bit of praise, but what's going on with this reaction!

Prosser was a bit of a blow at the moment!

Hades thought to himself, now he can't be said to be unmanly.

In short... the problem of up and down began to become confusing again.

Chunshen's appearance is very suitable for Chunshen's identity, her lips and eyes are as soft as water and spring breeze.

No matter how you use the aura of the supreme god to transform it, you will rush towards gentleness and amiability. Although it is beautiful, there is no way to show the supreme dignity and perfection.

But it is possible to restore Prosser's original appearance, especially after he became the master, his appearance became more beautiful.

There are countless chaos in the three thousand worlds, but there is only one ruler of light, who condenses eternal and endless brilliance.

Prosser's appearance has been baptized since he was promoted, and the master's aura also quietly highlights his extreme.

In this world, he is the only one who can be called unique!

Just look at him and you will understand what kind of concept uniqueness is!

And as Hades who can monopolize this beauty, he raised the corners of his mouth and rubbed Prosser's hair helplessly, turning a blind eye to this amazing beauty.

He took the initiative to speak, the purpose is only one thing.

"In three days, let's get married."

Prosser, who was breathing a sigh of relief, heard the news. To be honest, he was a little stressed because he couldn't guarantee how long he could stay in this world.

Swallowing, holding Hades' shoulder, Prosser said with a very serious expression: "Hades, listen to me."