818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Zeus, who encountered a sudden accident and caused the plan to fail, after the hypnotic power disappeared, furiously waved lightning and looked for Proser on the ground.

No matter what kind of plan they had before, it would be difficult to implement it without the protagonist on the scene.

And why didn't Prosser, who made all this happen, become a thorn in Zeus's side!

At this time, Proser, who was supposed to escape the crisis on the earth, was already in the underworld.

Leaving the holy mountain, Prosser did not stay long in the body of Mother Earth, but sent Hades directly to the underworld.

Although there will inevitably be small gestures of pretentious intimacy along the way, they all ended before Hades frowned.

After all, Prosser likes Hades, and has no idea of ​​being an enemy of him.

As the god of spring, he would instinctively feel uncomfortable in the extinct Hades, which is the same as his dislike of darkness as the god of light before crossing.

But these are small problems for Prosser. The problem now is that Hades, the king of the underworld, who is alone in the room, is breathing heavily, and the door of his room is obviously not closed.

With a thought in his heart, Prosser had an idea. He gently pushed open the door of Pluto's room and approached quietly. The figure behind the bed curtain was vague and ambiguous.

He was amazed in his heart, but he didn't choose to lift the black veil that blocked his sight.

The palm of his hand stroked the bedpost carved with daffodils as if he were stroking Hades's strong and pale body, until he let out a chuckle.

The sudden sound made the person in the bed froze, and Prosser's sense of presence seemed to have just returned to this room.

Cleverly using the characteristics of the light to hide himself, so as to frighten Hades, Chunshen licked the corner of his mouth playfully.

Prosser thought about the appearance of Hades at this time, even though Pluto was calm and calm at the banquet, and even Goddess of Beauty was deceived into thinking that his potion had failed, but he didn't think it was really the case.

Now the male voice began to pant again, as if to prove Prosser's idea, the cold voice came from behind the veil.

"Who."

The calm voice made people not think of Hades' poor physical condition, leaving only the impression of Pluto's indifference.

Prosser lowered his eyes, thought a lot for a moment, and finally decided that it would be easier to gain favor by remaining docile.

"Proser, God of Spring."

Even so, Prosser still couldn't help being arrogant when speaking of his name.

The name of Proser, the once supreme god of light, resounded throughout another continent as the king of light, the true master of the world.

Even if he crosses over to become a weak Chunshen, he doesn't intend to change his past habits.

Of course Hades was aware of the arrogance that was inconsistent with second-class gods, but he didn't say anything. Silence seemed to be the color of his life, and his behavior became darker under the silent tone.

Prosser: "I saved you this time, right?"

save?Not really, but...it did help.

Hades acquiesced.

After all, he was someone who had been watching him for a while, and Prosser grasped his reaction lightly and directed it in a direction that was beneficial to him.

"How about leaving me in Hades?"

Hades: "Spring God is not suitable to stay in Hades."

Prosser twisted the blond hair that came out of the hair ring by his ear, his expression didn't match his frivolous actions, but it was strangely sincere.

"Have you ever heard of the saying that life-saving grace is promised by your body?"

Hades: "..."

Prosser: "If it's really difficult, we can face to face and have a good talk in a deep and detailed way."

Hades: "..."

Prosser pointed at the figure behind the veil, gestured to lift the cover in front of him, "I don't mind, Pluto."

Hades: "..."

Of course, Prosser got what he wanted, but Hades, who has always been silent, just didn't express any objection or approval.

Prosser doesn't mind this, silence is acquiescence, acquiescence is agreement, and he can occupy a place in Hades by his mouth, but he will always let Hades understand that he is not only powerful with his mouth.

Prosser, who left a bad impression on Hades with a few words, still stays by the bed to block the eyes.

And Hades, who could find him an eyesore, the only way to show dissatisfaction was to frown, and he didn't even scold him for going out.

Prosser, who was in control of Hades's temperament, reckoned that holding back would hurt his body, so he took the initiative to get up and leave, and did not forget to close the door thoughtfully before leaving.

As for Hades who was left behind, no matter how considerate this gesture seemed, I believe he would not think Prosser was a caring person at this time.

Prosser began to explore the Hades Palace with the idea of ​​understanding Hades. The lights along the way were not bright enough, and there was always a gloomy ghost, as if something would suddenly come out.

Touching the cool wall with his palm, Prosser ignored the weird atmosphere and thought to himself.

He knew that this kind of stone was the black stone known for its extremely rare production rate because it was carefully polished with the hardest stone deep in the ground.

It has not only the luxurious color condensed by ink, but also the low-key coldness that shocks the soul.

So even though it has been made into a living house, it still feels like the coldness of the original place remains.

Such a palace, dotted with gemstones symbolizing the wealth of Hades, stands majestically and luxuriously on the land of the underworld.

It's no wonder that even though Hades has always been rejected by the gods, Hades is still recognized as one of the three major domain masters, and sometimes even surpasses the king of gods in majesty.

"Spring...God?"

Just as Prosser was thinking, a voice suddenly sounded slightly puzzled.

The sound line is a bit like the Hypnos who came out to greet him when he brought Hades back.

Prosser made a judgment in his mind in an instant.

"Sleeping God?" Unlike Hypnos' doubts, Prosser's tone of question was unmistakable and certain.

Hypnos was taken aback when he heard such a contradictory yet genuine tone, and amusement flashed across his lazy face.

"Hypnos, my name, Spring God, what about yours?"

Lips moved, Prosser finally showed a smile that best fit the image of Chunshen, gentle and bright, "Prosser."

Just like the flowers on the earth blooming in the underworld, Hypnos came to such a conclusion when facing this bright smiling face like a spring flower.

But... "Spring God, the only thing that can bloom in the underworld is the manjusawa that blooms on the banks of the Styx River. Flowers on the earth cannot survive." Out of a bit of warning and pity, Hypnos turned to Prosser. Said.

After leaving Olympus, he had been in Hades for a long time. Seeing the icy expression of Dominus, Hypnos did not expect that he would be touched by such a lively smiling face.

Such a straightforward point made Prosser raise his brows in surprise, his green blue eyes flashed a gradual halo for a moment, and then he laughed, as if he was not in the underworld, but in the spring the earth.

"I am the god of spring, not the flower of spring."

Does the difference between the two mean you don't wither as easily as the latter?Hypnos thought, and then lazily raised the corners of his mouth, "If you must think so."

Listening to this means that you don't believe that a second-class spring god can do anything in the underworld where first-class gods are everywhere.

This is really underestimated... Prosser understood that the high gods looked down on the low gods, and then he smiled and said nothing, did not refute, and said goodbye to the sleeping god quietly.

It’s just that after about one day, since it’s the underworld that doesn’t distinguish between day and night, the calculation of time is slightly different from that on the earth. Hypnos received an invitation letter from the god of spring.

"Flower party? Tea party?" Hypnos stood by the seaside of his own poppies, holding the snow-white camellia, which was as pure as a girl compared to poppies, thoughtfully.

Let's go and have a look... I didn't say anything, but the steps I took already meant what Hypnos wanted.

The flowers cultivated by Prosser are useful to point out the location. Following the direction of divine power resonance, he came to a long-withered valley in the underworld.

The sound of dry branches and dry grass under his feet was not very pleasant. Hypnos frowned and moved away, but next time he would still make an ear-piercing sound of crushing dry branches.

Since he was invited by the God of Spring, Hypnos decided not to give up halfway before coming, otherwise he would definitely turn around and leave just because of such a dilapidated tea party location.

He walked in for a long time with displeasure on his face, until he saw the figure standing in the center of the valley, and then Hypnos felt depressed.

Taking a deep breath, he told himself not to get angry, and then he wanted to call Prosser, who had his head down and didn't know where he was distracted, to come over.

But before Hypnos could take action, the person who was about to greet him looked over as if he had spotted him, and then smiled.

A few strands of blond hair that was tied up casually fell on the cheeks, and the blue eyes that were close to green were curved with a tender water color.

With his hands bluffed, golden divine power flowed, like a phantom that spread its wings for him.

Hypnos, who watched this stunning scene, did not forget to notice the changes in the surrounding environment.

The emerald star dots drilled from the hem of Proser's white robe are growing rapidly, and then at an increasing speed, spreading all over the mountains and plains.

Such a rapid change caused Hypnos to subconsciously take two steps back, and saw that the place he had stepped on was covered with green grass.

Looking up again, the change visible to the naked eye is that the fine grass buds are gradually blooming, covering a piece of green with colorful feathers.

Hypnos did not expect that Prosser really did what he said, bringing vitality to this underworld bearing death.

He seemed to be telling Hypnos with the facts that the God of Spring is a god who can make spring flowers bloom all over the underworld, and he is far more powerful than he imagined.