818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Seeing that it was almost finished, Prosser quietly retracted the wings of the God of Light.

The divine power just used was somewhat beyond the limit of the God of Spring, and the part belonging to the God of Light subconsciously emerged. Fortunately, he immediately used the light to make it look like a phantom, otherwise it would be hard to explain.

Bending down, he plucked a divine flower of the same variety as Hypnos's, and Prosser shook the palm-sized flower head at him, then walked over under the astonishing gaze of the Sleeping God.

When Spring God walked by, the flowers that bloomed for him bowed their heads respectfully, and the beauty of the entire Valley of Flowers became his foil.

Taking every move of Proser into his eyes, Hypnos sighed, and realized that he really wanted to sing praises to the God of Spring.

"Prosser, haven't you thought about using up your divine power?"

But in fact, Hypnos still uttered an unsound accusation.

Hypnos was unable to change the landscape of the entire valley to the present level, and the only thing allowed in the underworld was His Majesty the Hades in the Hades Palace.

But now there is a second god who created the Valley of Flowers, and Hypnos subtly thought of something.

Looking at Proser, whose appearance is definitely the one that the gods like, he smiled with an unknown meaning, and his tone became much gentler, "Proser, it seems that you want to stay in the underworld for a long time."

Prosser noticed the completely different tone of Hypnos before and after, and he keenly thought of something, and his smile was as meaningful as that of Hypnos.

"Although I love Pluto very much, Hades didn't want to keep me. This is really troublesome. Can you help me, Hypnos."

The sleeping god's not straight thinking was suddenly distorted by Proser, Hypnos's smile deepened, "It's very simple, the god who ate the food in the underworld is not allowed to return to the earth, let me tell you where the pomegranate grows in the underworld , regardless of its function, the taste is still very good, and it is easy to be taken by mistake as a fruit."

A look of joy flashed in Prosser's eyes, and he nodded in satisfaction, "Thank you for your help, Hypnos, so that I can spend a little longer with Hades."

The two gods with different thoughts made eye contact, and when they moved away, they both showed amused expressions.

As if looking forward to what kind of expression the lord of the underworld will show when he learns that the god of spring will stay in the underworld forever.

During the conversation between the two, there is a hidden fairy behind the poplar tree that has sprouted new buds. She is gnashing her teeth and staring at the beautiful Proser. Her venomous gaze has not been noticed because it is well hidden.

After saying goodbye to Hypnos, Prosser embarked on a journey to find the ghost pomegranate alone, which also gave her a chance to retaliate.

Prosser walked through the slightly rugged path outside the mountain, and the water fairy who was following him suddenly reached out to push him off, but when she stretched out her hand, she found that the person she was going to hurt had already walked ahead. She almost fell off the mountain because of too much force.

The fairy gritted her teeth and continued to hide herself, looking for opportunities.

This time it was Proser who walked by the river Styx, where many manjusawa grew, and the bright red flowers and the dark riverbank constituted the unique rich colors of the underworld.

The fairy maliciously tried to push Proser into the river Styx while he was admiring the beautiful scenery, and the souls involved in the river Styx could not escape even gods.

But this time, before she could react, she lay down on the river bank, her nose hurting from the fall.Covering her face, she got up and looked around for Prosser, only to find that he had walked a long way away again.

Without exploring why she fell, the fairy followed up again and continued to vent her surging malice.

Prosser stood on the river bank upstream of the waterfall, the sound of the water rushing under his feet, he poked his head out, and the water that seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds pounded the surface of the flowing water, messing up the cleanliness of the pool.

This should be the noisiest place in Hades, Prosser thought to himself, even though the sound of the water was noisy, he did not miss the movement of the figure behind him till now.

Looking at the foothold made of stone blocks in front, Prosser's long and thin eyelashes drooped, trembling slightly as if a butterfly had landed on it, he seemed to sigh, but his expressionless face only gave people A cold illusion.

He stepped on the first stone, and there was no movement behind him. He stepped on the second stone, and his gaze on his back was a little hot. When Prosser was landing on the middle stone, he gave a slap to his unsteady footsteps. Fairy Chance.

A black shadow rushed forward, the sound of the sharp wind was completely different from the silence above the waterfall.

Prosser stepped back and stood on the water with his divine power, watching the girl whose plan failed screamed and fell into the waterfall.

"Cough cough cough! Damn Spring God, I must kill you!" Mingta climbed out of the water with her messy black hair wet like seaweed, uttering curse words, but the river water she actually choked made her speak out. The words are not so fluent.

"I didn't do anything to make you resent, did I?"

There was nothing but the sound of water flowing down the waterfall, and a voice that didn't belong to me suddenly sounded.

The angry Narcissus froze as if she had been suspended. She raised her head blankly and looked at the male god crouching in front of her.

The light in the underworld seemed to softly light his facial features, and Prosser himself had a different temperament from other adult male gods, which was in stark contrast to the embarrassed Mingta.

Mingta's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

When encountering a woman who is drenched all over, with disheveled hair and face in an embarrassing situation, even Prosser will be very gentlemanly and hand over a clean handkerchief to let the other party tidy up.

Especially after finding out that Mingta didn't pick up at all, Prosser was even more kind-tempered to straighten out her embarrassed face.

She smoothed her messy black hair behind her ears, and dried her face, which was much weaker than many goddesses.

Prosser: "This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful goddess."

After a little tidying up, Prosser became impatient, but he held Mingta's side face and hid his impatience with a sincere tone that couldn't be more sincere.

Mingta's lips fluttered, and he hesitated to say these few words, "I... am not a goddess." After finishing speaking, a feeling of shame immediately made her look away from Prosser, as if only in this way could she keep her foothold.

Prosser pinched her earlobe again and again, using such intimate touch to relax the other party's vigilance, "Even if you are not a goddess, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen besides the goddess, can you tell me your name? ?”

Mingta's eyelashes trembled as if she couldn't believe it. If it was an ordinary time, even if she was a water fairy, she would have the confidence to compare her beauty with the most beautiful goddess on Mount Olympus.

But now she is obviously in the most embarrassing time, and even she was a woman full of malice towards Chunshen just now, but she was praised by Chunshen just like this!

A few words from Prosser made Mingta feel ashamed. This water fairy, who was full of malice towards the god of spring, now even has the courage to say her name.

"Mingta..." The name was uttered in a volume that she could hardly hear, she muttered, ashamed, never thinking that she would have such an unconfident day.

Prosser: "Mingta?"

Mingta looked at him suddenly, he heard it!After realizing this, his face immediately burned.

She still remembered that the person she loved was His Majesty Pluto, but the tender-looking Chunshen made her involuntarily reveal the shyness of a young girl.

Prosser watched the woman's changes with pleasure, pinched her earlobe which felt good, "My name is Prosser, would you like to spend the rest of the time with me?"

Hearing Prosser's invitation, Mingta was confused, not knowing what he answered, so he and Chunshen easily formed a duo looking for Ming Pomegranate.

The small river gurgled down, occasionally bumping against stones and making pleasant noises, and the splashed water droplets rolled down the trousers of the two, leaving a small trace of dampness.

Prosser jumped to the river bank first, turned around, and handed the palm to Mingta who hadn't moved yet. His polite manner showed that he was extraordinarily graceful.

In Mingta's sight, slender and beautiful fingers were reaching out to her, and the momentary fantasy made her ears red.She lowered her head and passed her hand over, the moment her palms touched, she felt that she must be as ridiculous as a red apple now.

"Why does Mingta want to do something to me?"

From time to time, Prosser glanced at the girl beside him from the corner of his eye. During this short relationship, he learned a lot from her, including her identity as the daughter of the God of Weeping River.

"Are you not allowing others to approach because you like Hades?"

The darkness in his heart was suddenly exposed, and Mingta looked stiffly at the God of Spring with a gentle expression.

"Yes, it is……"

Mingta lowered his head, unwilling to tarnish this tenderness with lies, but he could also imagine how he would be scolded after admitting it.

Prosser: "You are a good girl." From the bottom of his heart, he felt that Mingta was a very "good" girl, but this was obviously beyond Mingta's expectation.

Mingta was different from the quietness just now, and asked eagerly: "Why? Why would you say that to me? I want to persecute you, I curse you, I hate you, and I even want to kill you to monopolize His Majesty Hades' pain." Pet, don't you love His Majesty Hades? Why don't you care at all?" Even praised me?

It is precisely because Mingta understands that the God of Spring will never indulge the wicked, that he wants to know more and more that what he did is definitely not correct, but more out of selfishness, so no matter what the angle is , Prosserto should punish her, like any god.

Spring God's eyes are soft and clear like the spring color of the earth, as if there is no trace of filth.It was also like this that Mingta's eyes, which had been tainted by jealousy to the point of viciousness, appeared in those eyes, and they became clean as if they had been purified.

Prosser did not answer, "Look, how beautiful you are now..." He pointed to the creeks and rivers that can be seen everywhere in this area, "Loving someone is not a mistake, and doing anything to get love is worthy of praise."

Mingta emphasized: "Are you afraid of harm?"

Prosser didn't care, even approved, "Including hurt."

Mingta was speechless for a while, and said again: "I hurt you!" He emphasized on you at the end.

Prosser looked at the petite girl with a grin, which also caused the indifference in his curved eyes to not be seen by Mingta.

"do you have?"

Mingta was dumbfounded by this question.