818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

"The lost world..."

Hypnos repeated the five words that came out of Proser's mouth.

Lost hope, or lost all?

As if seeing his question, Prosser stopped biting the edge of the water glass, but put it in his hand to absorb the temperature of the glass wall.

"It's not that complicated. If you lose your three views, you will lose your integrity. If you take this step and look back at your former self, will you think that idiot is really me?"

Hypnos: "... Hearing you say that makes me not want to try at all, okay?"

The roared Prosser scratched his cheek, "Don't be so angry, I'm still hungover, such a loud voice makes me feel bad."

Hypnos: "..."

At this time, Prosser's eyes sharpened, and he pierced into the heart of Shupnos, "If you say give up, then give up. I won't do nothing for nothing after talking so much."

Hypnos looked at him speechlessly, are you going to force me?

Prosser smiled, as if to say, don't doubt, I can do it.

Hypnos sighed, feeling that after getting to know Prosser, his life in the first few thousand years was boring to the point of dullness.

"I will not give up exploring the realm of dreams."

Even though he was helpless, the obsession in his heart was never missed.

There seemed to be a flash of light in Hypnos' golden eyes, which firmly changed his temperament. The laziness of the past disappeared, and what stayed here was a brave warrior who was desperate for his goal.

Caught off guard by the serious Hypnos, Prosser covered his eyes and said, "Think about it, after the reshaping of the three views, you can survive without just abandoning everything. A fight that won't stay."

Hypnos said seriously, "I've made up my mind, so tell me!"

Since the person involved insisted so much, Prosser didn't hesitate, "First of all, you need to remember that this world is false."

Hypnos' eyes widened, his face full of horror.

Prosser rolled his eyes, "You can understand my words in this way, if the dreams we usually have are fake, then why can't this world be someone else's dream? Do you have to deny it just because you are a person living in this world? Is that possible?"

Hypnos said: "The dream world is always blurred." Our life is very real and clear!

This time, Prosser is even lazy with Bai He, "How can you guarantee that it's because you don't have a thorough understanding that you can't see the original appearance of the world? What's more, people live between clear and vague, they are real and false, but they are real and false in your perception. It’s not like the world that survived in the unknown space didn’t exist before.”

Hypnos: "..."

Prosser's tone suddenly became severe, "I'll say it again, abandon your three views and re-examine the world of dreams!"

Hypnos: "Yes!"

Coughed a few times, the sound was a bit loud just now, but now his throat was tight, he picked up the cup and took another sip of water, now the temperature of the water has cooled, but it is still warm.

Prosser pursed his wet lips and pointed straight to the point, "You have to treat the dream as the real world, where the people are real, and they live in that way. When you can clearly understand and accept this, your The world will change and you will learn..."

"How stupid my past self was."

Hypnos was still thinking before Prosser left, but when he was about to leave, he immediately got up and sent him out the door.

Although Prosser felt strange about Hypnos's attentive performance, but the effect of the hangover was still there, he didn't bother to think about it.

Hypnos watched his leaving back. Although the question of the dream had not yet been answered, another question in his heart had already been determined.

Why do I have a good impression of Prosser?

It's very simple, the answer is that his confident appearance of roaming in the mysterious field without showing fear, but with ease made Hypnos know that he shouldn't be tempted, but he was tempted because he stared at it long enough.

The God of Spring who attracted his attention and unconsciously stole his heart.

Your Majesty, I wish you luck.

Prosser's attention is now on Hades.

Hypnos doesn't want to make fun of himself, but please don't be stingy and reward him with a special seat.

He wanted to watch closely how Prosser and His Majesty Pluto fell in love with each other.

Hypnos looked at the poppy field in front of his door, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, turned and went back to the house to continue to remodel the three views, but his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he was in a daze.

He probably knew why Hades would throw Prosser out.

Then Hypnos' shoulders shook, and his laughter grew from small to large.

"Prosser, it's my turn to wish you good luck this time."

"Ah!" Prosser sneezed loudly, as if he was cursed, he looked around vigilantly.

Those souls are dying under the whip of Furies, where is there anyone who has the spirit to curse him?

He thought about it, and his expression became more and more puzzled.

Alect glanced at Prosser who had stopped his movements, and reminded: "Newcomer, you can think about things, but you can't stop your hands."

"Yes," Prosser replied weakly, his hangover lasted too long, but all the divine power was used by Godhead to repair the body and construct new rules, and the remaining power was Can barely support his actions.

The rules played out by the godhead before are his understanding of light, and he also used this rule to play with Apollo. This time, which part of the light should be turned into a rule?

For the former King of Light, what he is doing now is just repeating the path he has traveled, and he will reach the peak again, unmatched by anyone!

"Snapped--!!"

The sound of the whip interrupted Prosser's future plans, and he felt a headache pressing his heart, and his whole body was not well.

The whip in Goddess Nemesis's hand was smashed and crackled, and when I heard the piercing sound of the whip tip hitting the ground, I could imagine how painful the whip would be on a person.

Alect stood in front of the souls of the criminals, threatening them with snake hair and having nightmares of being chased by giant pythons when they fell asleep, while whipping whips tormented their bodies, reminding them of the shame and shame of crime. madness.

Prosser stared at Whip Shadow in a daze against the background of such a group of demons dancing. He looked as if he was serious, but in fact he was almost sleepy from boredom.

After No.12 yawns, he remembered the reason why he got to this point.

Hades was expressionless that day, and threw him to the fourth prison without saying a word.

Prosser was bitter, but he comforted himself.

Zuo Zuo is now a god of the underworld, and doing something is also good for the recovery of divine power.

But depressed, he still asked Hypnos to drink with him, and when he was drunk, he scolded Hades severely.

Then ignore the things discussed with Hypnos, he is now being pushed back and forth in his mind by the two villains of headache and boredom, and the amount of patience is about to break the meter.

The word irritability squeezed into his mind more and more, he finally stood up, and said to Alect: "I want to torture the soul in another way, and call other people."

Alect had long heard of his great exploits, such as the Field of Truth.

Since His Majesty sent someone to her, the intention is of course obvious.

Alekt called everyone together, and said without hesitation, "I'll leave it to you!"

Prosser: "...then do something big!"

He seriously acted as if the previous laziness was an illusion.

After entering the underworld, the God of Spring, whose nature was completely exposed, did not maintain a gentle and beautiful appearance at all.

He picked up the methods of torturing evil gods and dark gods in the past, and discussed with the three goddesses of nemesis about the new types of criminal law in the underworld.

The content of their discussion was terrifying, and Minos stood between them as if he had strayed in, unable to get in a word, as if his only role was to prevent ghosts from hearing too much. riot.

After the discussion, Prosser clapped his hands, "Let's do it like this!"

The eyes of the three Nemesis goddesses brightened, and they affirmed excitedly, "That's it!"

It's been a long time since I heard such a good idea!What's the use of whipping all the time?After thousands of years without changing the pattern, this group of souls will develop patience sooner or later!

Alect has been dissatisfied with the old criminal law of the underworld for a long time. Now that he meets Prosser, he realizes that there are so many torture methods in this world that can make people feel fear and despair.

Her spirit, which has been dull for thousands of years, is turning rapidly like lubricating oil. She can't wait to flex her muscles and start experimenting with the souls in front of her one by one!

The goddess who used to look at the soul as bored as looking at a bug, now looks at the sinner's skin inch by inch with almost loving eyes.

The trembling soul who was watched did not realize that Alect was also chanting words.

"Cutting in half, skinning, waxing, pouring honey, and pulling out fingers are said to be old-fashioned, ah!! This is really not reconciled! But the examples he gave did provide a lot of new ideas, from hope to despair, hell The spider silk in the book, so interested in human struggle, is Prosser really the god of spring?"

After thinking too much, Alekt inevitably had such doubts, but she loved the wailing of the soul more than thinking about something inexplicable.

And the ones who apparently thought like her were her sisters, the other two Furies.

Hades, who received a tacit application from the Alect sisters the next day, looked at what Prosser had tossed out, and crossed out some of the punishments that were too cruel.

Then he kept silent about the Furies' behavior of praising Proser's wonderful ideas with a full sheet of paper, and read a few lines later, and he understood somewhat in his heart, obviously they were very satisfied with Proser.

Originally, Hades wanted to send Chunshen to adapt to the bloody world of the underworld, and Hades, who knew how the Hades existed, was silent for a moment and agreed to their request.

Forget it, Prosser is working hard anyway.

Pluto looked at his territory with his face propped up sideways. The underworld looked like a dead world with no grass growing, but there was a faint fragrance of flowers in his nostrils.

Hades breathed the fresh air, and whispered to himself: "It's a personal characteristic to be a little out of line."

Although... Hades narrowed his eyes and thought, Prosser looked pleasing to the eye only when he was serious.