818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

"I may... have no way to marry you."

After Prosser finished speaking solemnly, Hades looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes as dark as a deep lake were quickly frozen, and cold ice floated in his eyes.

"Wait, listen to my explanation!!!"

The apex of the heart trembled, such Hades made Prosser dare not procrastinate at all, and quickly explained to him: "I don't know how long I can stay in this world, maybe I will leave tomorrow... Can you do you accept?"

Speaking of this, the speed of speech gradually became slower.

Prosser said: "I don't know when I will disappear, can you accept me as your marriage partner?" Along Hades's black hair, the light golden eyes are never so-called sad and shaken, but respectful consultation.

His calmness is completely different from his usual passionate love for Hades, and it stands to reason that he should feel sorry for the injury.

Hades didn't know the inside story, but Prosser knew that he never wanted to part with his lover, but was passive and helpless.

The Juggernaut has too much power, so the Juggernaut will not stay in the world.

It is as if the Creator will voluntarily fall into a deep sleep when the world matures.

This is a responsibility to all things in the world, and also because the gods understand their responsibilities.

But these things, Hades didn't know, but Prosser told him in such a straightforward manner, as if as long as Hades made a decision, no matter which one he would respect.

He has such a firm heart that he will not be wronged by such a "forced" situation, nor will he be sad in front of Hades who doesn't know the truth.

Because Prosser has never understood his true heart so much at this moment.

It was his choice to become the master and take this path of separation from his lover.

He is the master, he has the right to ask to be with Hades forever, but he doesn't.

With a sincere attitude, he hoped that Hades would respond.

And he wasn't disappointed.

Hades said calmly: "You won't leave in three days, right?"

Prosser said decisively: "I can guarantee this."

"The marriage of the gods will continue as usual."

Prosser blinked, took his hand and rubbed it on his cheek, tilted his head, and the subtle stiffness in his tone turned relaxed without him noticing it.

"I haven't agreed yet," he said.

"You want to refuse?" Hades held his face instead, and said quietly along his smooth and delicate skin with his fingers.

Prosser saw that this guy's learning ability was comparable to his own, and this flirt's ability was turned against him, so he made a decisive decision... Changed the topic.

"...I was nervous waiting for your response,"

Hades jaws, he understands.

If my answer hadn't been that one, Prosser's expression wouldn't be what it is now.

Proser's dark eyes were full of vivid laughter. Although his tone didn't change a bit when he changed the subject, they had known each other for so long and knew each other very well. How could they fail to see the silence before he spoke.

Watching quietly, not choosing to expose, is this not the silent connivance of Pluto.

But... what if I answered something other than this one?

I subconsciously thought about it this way, and then found that such a result was not acceptable to me.

Hades had such an awareness, when he looked at Prosser in front of him again, he would think that if he changed into a different appearance and spoke to himself in a different tone, his heart that had been calm for many years would be irritated .

The hand holding Proser's cheek was exerted a little force, and the other person's eyes just turned a little confused... This is the person I like, Hades thought in his heart, and then printed his lips on it.

There is no fierceness in the tight lips, but a warmth like a long stream of water.

The lips and flesh are touching each other like nostalgia, and the small movements of the fingers are also very ambiguous.

The belly of the finger gently hooked the opponent's finger, and Prosser closed his eyes, but clearly reflected the movement of the hand in his mind.

His fingertips rubbed against Hades's, and the cool skin texture and warm heat stirred the heartstrings through such movements.

When he was playing, Hades distractedly held his hand, stopped his movement, then closed his hands and interlocked his fingers.

Because of Hades' actions, Prosser put his energy back into kissing again.

When the panting has not changed from beginning to end, the affection in the eyes has become as strong as amber condensed by resin after thousands of years.

So luscious, so clear and complex.

Lips and teeth parted, Prosser hugged Hades, the heartbeat echoed in the two chests, and finally they were gradually synchronized.

Burying his face into the side of his neck, sniffing the cold fragrance from under his skin, Prosser actually had such complicated feelings... "Ah, this is the person I should love!".

When he was relaxing, Hades looked at Prosser's face and thought about it.

The blonde hair in front of her eyes was still so beautiful.

He naturally put his hand on it and ran through strands of smooth hair between his fingers.

Proser had changed so much after his return that Hades didn't even ask why the color of his eyes had changed.

Because at that moment, Prosser appeared in front of his eyes like a gleam of light.

The light golden eyes occupied the entire line of sight, and the field of vision was filled with dazzling brilliance.

Hades never cared about his appearance or anything else, but what he cared about was the affection in these unique eyes in this world.

So Hades straightforwardly implemented his decision without hesitation.

Now that you have decided that you want to share this life with you, so is your departure.

Hades, who was thinking like this, didn't know, but Prosser, who hid his face in his hair, became extraordinarily gentle.

He heard... the voice of Hades.

Taking a deep breath, Prosser pulled his shoulders away and said seriously: "Let's talk."

Hades looked at him silently. Every time Prosser made such a gesture, it would make a big impression on him, so...he didn't want to know.

Prosser completely ignored Hades' voice this time, and he didn't hear anything.

Pulling Hades to sit on a cloud in the Elysee, the soft touch is more comfortable than cotton wool, it is hard for people not to just roll on it and lie down forever.

But Prosser was talking about something important, and nothing else could distract him.

Start the narrative with the seal of the devil and the dispatch of the evil god, regard the killing of the past companions as the climax of the story, and then return to everything in the world of Chaos...

Prosser continued to explain everything that happened in the past few years until his mouth became dry.

And Hades only raised his eyebrows when Prosser said that he was eroded by the rules and almost died but still concealed him, and remained silent the rest of the time.

At last Prosser said: "I am the master of light now."

Don't you have anything to say?

To be honest, someone as selfish as Prosser would be less apprehensive when faced with Hades' silence.

Because this anxiety comes from his guilty conscience.

In all fairness, if he were Hades, with such a troublesome lover, he would kill him directly.

And Hades is so silent and used to a stable personality, because with him, every day I have to worry about emotions that don't belong to me.

Prosser felt that I was really... sorry for him.

Thinking of this, a stiff smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he fully realized what a troublesome existence he was.

Character, ability, accident system...he has it all!

The title of troublemaker was firmly on his head, which made him very tired.

Hades pondered for a moment, and heard Prosser's subtext. As a god, there is a master by his side, and he will definitely not let go of this opportunity.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "How did you remember that?"

But after all, the first question is still this.

"It's impossible for the rules to let you get back the missing parts so imprecisely."

What Hades wanted to know most was the whole story of Prosser's memory loss.

Prosser was immersed in the tragedy hat of the trouble maker, and he cheered himself up when he heard Hades' question, and said honestly: "Memories don't disappear for no reason, they are just 'forgotten', you forgot me Did you say? Rules are rules, they will not violate themselves, because if they violate themselves, they will become different and cannot be called rules, so when fighting, they can only use me to deal with me, if they forcibly kill me, then I have long since disappeared, and I will not become the master."

"This is their limitation," Prosser shook his finger, and revealed the truth of the world indifferently, "so the disappearance of memory is forgetting, and the rules can only make me forget, so as long as I can remember, I win."

Hades listened to him indifferently, and turned the hardships at that time into such a few short sentences, feeling a little inexplicably difficult in his heart.

Although this was his own post-war summary, Prosser didn't say anything about how much risk he took to consider these during the battle.

He is not a delicate girl, even if she scratches her skin a little, she needs to be pitied by her lover.

Even though he knew that Hades could hear his concealment, he believed that such toughness was necessary as a male god.

Prosser thought proudly in his heart, for him, the danger he has overcome is glory, as a winner, he will not be ashamed because of his scars, and the danger is the same.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that for Hades, who was taciturn but used practical actions to prove that he cared, not asking questions now was for the sake of night—— dear!since!check!check!

That night, Prosser kept retreating to the bed in horror, and then was forced to lie down on the bed by Hades, opened his clothes, and the gauze hung down, blocking the wonderful atmosphere of the night.

After being stripped clean, Proser's ears were still red the next morning. He hated his quick tongue and satisfied Hades' care.

That's... why are those underworld gods' eyes so weird?

Prosser was lamenting that Hades was so enthusiastic, but he was immediately attracted, with a look of surprise appearing on his face from time to time.

In Hades' eyes, Prosser, who tilted his head in confusion like this, was quite cute.

He coughed in his heart in a low-key manner, and turned his head away silently. Although he knew what Minos and the others were discussing at a glance, he would not tell Prosser.

After all, His Majesty Pluto, who has always been calm and rational, also has a few male gods' bad tastes when it comes to marriage.

You can see Prosser's unaffected surprised expression.

Just thinking about it like this makes Hades look forward to tomorrow.