818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Prosser tugged on his sleeve pitifully, "I want a hug!" He became more and more cheeky thinking of himself as a three-year-old!

Hades looked at him silently and put his arm around his shoulders.

Prosser was flattered... No, he seemed to hear Hades sigh.

The moment his cheek touched the black hair on his temples, his deep breath rushed into his eardrum, full of helplessness.

But having said that, Prosser turned his head to look at him, and Hades' expression was as impeccable as ever.

As if he had lost his emotions, he hid all the emotional fluctuations in those dark eyes, like a lonely and silent iceberg, floating quietly on the sea.

Prosser thought ecstatically: "Has anyone in Hades like this ever gotten close to his heart?"

He seemed to see himself above the gods, the bright divine power blocked everyone's sight, and no one could peek at the face of the god king.

Both humans and gods bow their heads docilely, express their loyalty with submission, and hide their infidelity with silence.

He can see through the thoughts of every god, and he can realize the dreams of every mortal.

But while his eyes were looking at the scenery, there was not even a single person who looked at him.

He is a god, an abyss.

He is a god king, a sky drop.

In this world, can anyone see Prosser's eyes?

"Prosser."

He raised his eyes again and looked at Hades: "What?"

Hades shook his head, and didn't say that Prosser exuded a strange aura just now, which was obviously not something that Chunshen could have.

His lips moved, as if he was used to it, and he said to Prosser, "You don't need to force it."

When he said this, it was like a peak that no one could climb, both a promise and aloofness.

He seemed to be saying to Prosser, everything is mine.

Opening his eyes slightly, Prosser saw his own wide eyes in Hades' eyes, and for the first time, surprise appeared on his calm face.

He didn't have time to complain, alas, the cultivation of Qi is not enough, he needs to be more flattered, so his body moved first.

He put his hands around Hades' waist automatically, and buried his face in his shoulders.

Prosser said dully, "Don't talk, let me be quiet."

Although it was obviously the first time to be hugged by someone, Hades froze his body unaccustomed to it, but Prosser's request was easily fulfilled.

During Haruka's silence, Hades remained silent until he adjusted himself.

And Pluto, who seemed ruthless and ruthless, was also thinking in his heart, what did he say just now, so that he touched the God of Spring who had always been carefree but ruthless in his heart?

So when Prosser raised his head from him, Hades said to him, "Go and sit across the table."

Does that mean stay away from me?

Prosser: "..."

Return my emotion!

However, the God of Spring obediently sat at an arm's length away from Pluto.

Hades thought, this time Spring God can communicate normally.

Obviously he thought that the previous communication was not normal.

Prosser, who tried another way to attack Pluto, failed again for reasons unknown to him.

"Why is Hades so ruthless!"

Holding the wine glass, Prosser narrated to his friend the happy life he once had, like a broken-hearted person.

He was depressed by Hades, as soon as he left the Hades Hall, no matter if it was midnight or not, he went to arrest the people he could find at this time, and then went crazy with alcohol.

Prosser: "How could he turn his face and be ruthless! I was riding on him, and he threw me off!"

The audience fell silent.

Prosser drank so much that his face was flushed, and his fair and beautiful face was flushed, making him look rosy and very good-looking.

Another glass of wine was poured down, and the corners of the drink provider's eyes twitched, unable to hide his distress.

Prosser hiccupped and shouted angrily, "I'm telling you!"

It was really unlucky for him to be dragged out of the poppy field by the God of Spring when the moon was in the sky, Hypnos covered his face, his heart ached beyond measure.

The provider of the drink is him!

Prosser said vaguely: "I hugged it all, and he asked me to sit across the table! Is there such a person? If you want to get close, you have to negotiate conditions, too. Shall I say it? Do you want me to say it in detail? Hahahaha, let me kiss you twice and I will say it!!"

Hypnos: "..."

His Majesty Pluto really worked hard.

Prosser held the gold cup in his mouth and drank the wine one after another, obviously really depressed.

"I told him well, and I was really happy that I finally had a confidant, but that bastard Hades! He kicked me directly to the fourth prison! What about human nature? Does he really have the heart?"

Hypnos supported the drunk who fell to him, feeling that the skin under his palm was abnormally hot.

Sad in my heart, it turned out that I was the one who worked the hardest.

Prosser muffled and wanted to find the wine glass, but Sleepy God hugged him tightly in order to keep his wine collection.

That was the divine wine that Dionysus wanted when he was on Mount Olympus, and now there are only a few bottles left when he returns to the underworld, and even Danatus is reluctant to give it to him.

Thinking of this, Hypnos's soft heart, which was urged by Prosser's struggling humming, became as hard as iron again.

If I let you drink it all, what should I do when I want to drink!

Never let go!

Prosser tossed and tossed for a while, calmed down, and cried, "Hey, I went to the fourth prison, who will help me guard the field of truth."

Hypnos thought sadly, I can.

"Who will help me deal with the beliefs of the Cross Church!"

Hypnos thought silently, Thanadus can do it.

"Who can tease Hades every day instead of me!"

Just as Hypnos wanted to answer that I could do it out of habit, he reined in his horse from a precipice and shuddered all over. He looked at the guy who was still dangling in his arms, and his face was really bitter.

This guy... did it on purpose?

Shaking his head, Hypnos coaxed him, "Do you have a place to go back?"

Prosser thought about it blankly, shook his head decisively, then immediately nodded and waved his hand.

"Send me to Hades' bed!"

Hypnos: "..."

Prosser said in a daze, "No one is allowed to tease Hades except me!"

Hypnos: "..."

Does anyone but you dare!

The two under the shadow of the moon have been entangled for a long time, looking at the shadows on the ground, it really seems to be doing discordant movements, but in fact...

Hypnos tilted his head to avoid Prosser's loud shout, stretched his arms above his head, and his handsome chin was just about to be attacked by poisonous hands.

Sleepy God looked at the guy in his arms who was obviously super cute, but would bully even in the end.

Hypnos: "What shall I do with you?"

The wind in the night blows away the helplessness of these words, just like the mood of the sleepy god at this time, because it is too complicated, and even a simple sentence bears an extraordinary weight.

He moved the noisy person back to his home, seeing the poppy field in front of him, he kept the principle of out of sight, out of mind, and pushed the person into the poppy.

Anyway, I usually sleep here, and I believe that the power of hypnosis will make him quieter.

Hypnos breathed out tiredly, and hid the last remaining bottle of divine wine in another place, and then he had time to think about the reason for Prosser's alcoholism.

It's easy to understand that it's not far from Hades. Hypnos propped his chin, thinking about the sixth prison, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the God of Spring, who was lying on the poppies and sleeping soundly.

This guy is going to work with Minos?

The corner of Hypnos' mouth twitched, is it really all right?He just beat someone up not long ago?

If Minos makes trouble for Prosser... No, forget it, Hypnos is speechless, he thinks it would be good if the person he worries about doesn't make trouble for others, such as him now.

Sighing, he walked back to his house, instead of building a temple, he built a wooden house at random.

After he walked in, the faint woody fragrance filled every corner of the room, and Hypnos picked up a book casually, waiting for Prosser to wake up.

The shadow of Mingyue turned from red to pale white, and the unique sky changes in the underworld clearly told the gods of the underworld the time.

Those who rest go to work, and those who work stop and rest for a while.

Hypnos stood at the door of his house with arms folded, watching the guy covering his head and moaning mournfully get up from the poppy field.

"wake up?"

Waking up early in the morning and hearing the sound that induced the ears to ask for maternity leave collectively, Prosser still ignored it. The only movement that could be regarded as a sign of hearing was to look up from under the palm of his hand to see who was speaking.

Hypnos twitched the corner of his mouth, "Hey, at least I took care of you last night!"

Prosser ignored it at first, until he felt the dizziness in his head improved, and then said in a lazy tone: "Thank you very much, if I don't hold you accountable for throwing me into the flower field to sleep overnight."

Hypnos glared at him angrily, "What are you talking about!"

Although his poppies are planted in the "flower field", they actually bloom in the dream world.

The posture shown now is just an illusion maintained by his divine power.

Prosser crawled out from the poppy bushes, sneezed a few times, and said uncomfortably: "Hypnos, spend more time in dreams, don't study the rest of the appendages, and focus all your energy on understanding dreams By the way, it’s best to choose a few parts that you know the most deeply to improve.”

Hypnos was worried about why he had a good impression of such a guy. Whether he was drunk or sober, Spring God Prosser was definitely an existence that had nothing to do with his ideal type.

There is nothing about this guy that would be liked by others at all. Gentleness is a disguise, and obedience is also a disguise. He has a bad temper and is cunning, and often speaks outrageously.

When I was not familiar with him, I thought he was unfathomable, but after getting familiar with him, I realized that this person is extremely willful!

That face counts as an advantage!

So am I just looking at faces?

Hypnos thought sadly, but when Prosser opened his mouth, he was still unconsciously attracted by this person.

After hearing what he said, Hypnos' expression changed from astonishment to seriousness, and all the messy things in his heart were left behind.

Nothing is more important than mastering the priesthood.

Hypnos pondered for a moment, and said: "My understanding of the dream world is that it seems to be true or false, or virtual and real. It can play with the eyes and confuse the soul. Hypnosis is the embodiment of this meaning."

Prosser took a sip of the hot water he handed over, his stomach was regurgitating like convulsions, he vomited a few times with nausea, took another sip of water, and then said in a hoarse voice.

"If this is the case, it's easy to handle. You have already seized the opportunity for promotion, but you can't break through the inherent common sense restrictions."

Fingers pressed against his brain, Prosser seemed perfectly aware of his problem.

Hypnos frowned, subconsciously leaned forward, "Tell me, how can I break through the limit?"

Prosser blew the heat off the water, "You have to give up common sense."

Hypnos frowned, "This is not..."

"Is it a big deal?" Prosser interrupted the other party, "I don't think you understand enough. The so-called abandonment of common sense means that your three views here will not get better."

Prosser poked his head again, and said sadly: "Too many people have died because they couldn't accept the changed world."

Hypnos: "What?"

It's not good... I accidentally said that I showed my mouth.

Looking at the sky subtly, almost using the things in his own world as an example, Prosser thinks it's really a mistake to drink.

Thinking about it this way, he still didn't look flustered, and said calmly: "For example, the three outlooks are the embodiment of outlook on life, values, and world outlook. These three constitute a person's spiritual world. If you say give up, you give up." , naturally cannot accept the gap after the change.”

Hypnos pursed the corners of his mouth, looking dazed.

Prosser squinted at him from the corner of his eyes, "It seems that you understand, yes, if you can't accept it, even a god will go crazy."

"Hypnos, do you have the guts to challenge—the lost world?"