818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

"Is it okay to just leave like this? I see Dana is very hurt."

Prosser walked forward without looking sideways.

Hypnos: "He should get used to it."

Prosser nodded, "Understood."

Then the two fell silent for an instant, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Without Thanadus as a bridge to show mutual understanding, the two strangers are stiffer than when they first met.

Hypnos: "Hey, go to my place, I asked Dionysus for a few more bottles of good wine."

Prosser glanced at him, "Is there nothing you want to say to me before this?"

Hypnos: "..."

Prosser's forward steps stopped, and he looked at the sleeping god who stopped at a distance from him, with deep eyes.

The wind of the underworld blew over them, and the withered branches were halfway down. The soil under their feet was black, and the rocks were red.

The two of them faced each other lonely, and the distance between the two standing positions seemed to grow bigger and deeper under the silence.

Prosser looked at the sky, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Don't you feel that today's scene is similar to that day?" But when the words were really spoken, the ease also turned into emotion. He looked at the red moon in the sky, Look complicated.

Hypnos followed his gaze, "Yes," with a heavy tone.

"You see, Hecate is also performing the transition of time and time in the sky today. In the underworld where there is no light, the souls are struggling in the dark. This is originally a torture for them." Prosser turned his head, facing Hypnos, "How many sins there are, just be honest before being impulsive."

Hypnos' throat tightened, knowing that Prosser was giving him a chance, but his mouth seemed to be out of control.

"I……"

Prosser pursed his lips, frowned, and his voice was stern, "Hypnos?"

The sleepy god closed his eyes desperately, "I like you!"

Prosser closed his open mouth and listened in silence.

"I like you, Prosser," after saying it, Hypnos found it easy to say it again, and he exposed all his struggles in one breath.

"I'm sorry, I dare not say anything, but I only dare to stay away from you."

"That's why you hate me, right? Such a cowardly me."

Prosser looked at Hypnos who clenched his fists and waited for the trial with a blank face. He looked as determined as if he was going all out.

Sighing, he said, "That's exactly what I hate about you."

Sure enough... Hypnos smiled wryly.

"But it's not just that."

Hypnos: "Huh?"

Prosser rubbed the sides of her nose with a headache, "How should I put it? I never thought that love and friendship were conflicting matters. We are not goddesses. Why are we so delicate and gentle? It's not like we can't even be friends if we refuse!"

Hypnos: "...What do you mean?"

Prosser looked at him calmly, "You confess and I refuse, isn't this the result you could have thought of long ago?"

Yes, that's why I stopped and dared not speak up.

Hypnos acquiesced to Prosser's words.

Prosser: "Since you are mentally prepared, the purpose of my coming to the underworld is Hades, so I will not set my sights on other people. Sorry, I have my own heart, so buddy, do you want to go?" Have a drink, and I will accompany you to relieve your worries?"

Hypnos looked at Prosser dumbly, is his nerve so rough?

Prosser rolled his eyes, "Don't slander me, besides my status as your crush, I'm still your friend, what's wrong with being with you at this time?"

Hypnos looked blank, "No, you wouldn't do that under normal circumstances, would you?"

"It's annoying," Prosser frowned. "The key is, do you want me to drink with you?"

Hypnos was stunned, he couldn't react and said: "Yes, I think..."

It has been 20 years since two people drank together, and then one person became drunk, and one person was helpless.

"So that's it," Prosser raised the corners of his mouth and his eyes sparkled, as if he could see those fine wines running towards him with enthusiasm, "Then let's go."

Hypnos nodded and said helplessly, "Okay."

Prosser walked on this road that he hadn't walked for 20 years, but he didn't see any strangers. Hypnos took a step back, looked at his back that was getting further and further away, lowered his eyes, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

Then when drinking, the drunk man was replaced by him.

Prosser laughed and listened to him continuously vomit, how Hades tactfully made him and Prosser reconcile, and there were a lot of complaints from sleepy gods during the period.

Hypnos' face was flushed from drinking, and he held his head with a headache, "So is there such a show of affection? I was worried and pretended not to care. How could I accept what Proser likes with that ice cube face?" It's this type! In terms of attractiveness, don't I have an advantage!"

After he finished speaking, he slapped the table, and shouted like he was running wild: "Prosser really has no vision."

Chunshen, who was nagged by Sleeping God, took a glass of wine and put it in his mouth happily, "When you wake up from the wine, you will regret it when you think of such an imageless self."

Hypnos yelled drunkenly, "What regrets, how can I regret it! I regret that I didn't say it at the time! I gave them 20 years to deepen their relationship in vain."

"That's really sorry," Prosser poured himself another glass, and asked if he should also meet the god of wine, the wine he made was really delicious.

Hypnos buried his face deep between his arms, and muttered, "Prosser, what do you like about Hades?"

"You're not called His Majesty anymore?" Prosser shook the wine in the glass, and said amusedly, "Should I say that it's a combination of attributes? Or is it a natural attraction? The moment I saw him, I felt that there was nothing in his body." It's not to your liking."

"My soul is clamoring to get him, so whether it's deliberate or plundering, I can get what I really want, whether it's a human being or a god."

Prosser drank the divine wine in the glass in one gulp, a few traces of blood-red color slipped from the corner of his mouth, and his gentle smile added a bit of undeniable toughness.

"Speaking of which, Hypnos, I just want to say sorry, I will accept the Pluto of your world without hesitation."

After drinking all the wine stored in Hypnos, Prosser took care of the drunk-crazed Sleepy God, dragging him to throw him on the bed, looked at the sky, felt that it was almost the appointed time, and left Sleepy God cabin.

When he walked out of the room, Hypnos, who was supposed to be sleeping, opened his eyes with clarity.

Prosser walked quickly to the front of the valley, looking for a path, where Pluto, dressed in black, had long been waiting there, and he happily came up with an idea.

Hades was waiting for Proser's arrival in front of the Valley of Flowers. He knew that the other party had left and went to repair the relationship with Hypnos, and he was responsible for this matter, so he could understand that Prosser came later.

The two people in the 20-year cold war must have a lot to talk about, and he is also used to spending time admiring the flowers, but today's Flower Valley is a little different.

To be correct, it is a little different because Haruka wants to surprise him.

It was just that the flower branches under Hades' feet bloomed more buds, and the blooming flowers breathed out fragrance around Hades.

Such a change made Hades subconsciously look for Prosser.

"Where are you?"

Hades, who looked at it for a while but couldn't find where the person was, asked strangely.

At this moment, a gradually unfolding road of flowers leads directly to the feet of Pluto, and the god of spring is slowly approaching from not far away.

Prosser smiled and said, "Do you like it?"

Hades looked at the surprise that the corners of his robe were covered with flowers, and he said silently, "It's okay."

Prosser laughed a few times, this troubled look is really funny.

"Hades, do you like me?"

he asked, bending over.

Hades: "Yes."

Prosser raised his eyebrows: "How much do you like it?"

Hades looked at him indifferently, "Be my queen."

Prosser: "..."

Hades said to him seriously: "The underworld needs a mistress, and I need one..."

Prosser interrupted him decisively, and continued unhappily: "Heir? Wife? Which one?"

Hardy leaned on the side of Prosser's face, his face was reflected in the black pupils, and whispered: "I need a spring god."

The surrounding flowers seemed to feel the mood of the Spring God, and they quickly bloomed to the most gorgeous time. The spring flowers all over the mountains made the Underworld look like the Underworld, just as the Spring God changed the Pluto not like the Hades.

A gust of wind blew by and became the best help for the confession. It rolled up colorful petals and brushed them both.

Prosser stared blankly at Hades.

Hades stretched out his hand, picked off the petals that fell from his head, and untied the hair ring on the back of his head by the way. The long golden hair fell on his shoulders. He picked up a strand and kissed it lightly.

"Do you agree?"