818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Once inside, there are three trials.

Let me introduce the people present.

The god of sleep, the god of death, the pair of twin gods, who are His Majesty Hades' capable subordinates, are all there.

Prosser, who originally planned to defeat them one by one, silently crossed this plan in his heart.

Then I looked at it, and it was Pluto who had been sitting at the table, either reading a book or staring blankly.

Today's Hades was uncharacteristically, neither reading nor dazed, those cold eyes were fixed on Prosser, making him silently spit blood.

This scene... It seems that it is impossible not to be skinned.

Prosser was mentally prepared, coughed twice, and put on a gentle smile like his signature.

"Hades, you didn't say anything when I came back, how sad!"

Hades glanced at him, ignored his feigned complaints, and said lightly: "Well, there is a sign."

Prosser froze. When he said this, he didn't expect Hades to talk to him, and this expression... was full of ominous foreboding.

Then, as he thought, Hades said under his nervous gaze: "I became the God King, but the New God Realm still needs to be taken care of. I think it's just right to leave this matter to you, so..."

"Wait," Prosser pressed his forehead with a headache, and pointed out, "Let Hypnos and Thanadus go out first, I have something to tell you."

Hypnos frowned, met Prosser's tough eyes, and understood that the other party was determined not to allow him to listen.

Hades nodded, "Yes."

The twin gods themselves will appear here because of their strong request.

Now that it was time for them to go out, there was no reason to force them not to leave.

Before going out, Hypnos gave Prosser a chatty look, while Thanadus walked out with his hands behind his head, and now there were only the two of them left here, and Prosser changed his restraint. , sitting casually across the table where he often sits.

"Hades."

"Ah."

"When was the New God Realm established?"

"Seven days ago."

Prosser twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely. If his memory serves him right, that day was the day when he planned to divide half of Ari's world into the Reapers of Chaos' world.

Should it be a tacit understanding, or... "Hades, let me tell you something, I have prepared half of another world as a bride price, so, you understand."

Blue eyes and black eyes met, Prosser said, don't even try to run away.

Under his unhappy gaze, Hades smiled as if unreal, the arc of his mouth was fleeting, and he said to Prosser who was stunned: "It just so happens that I also have the God Realm to hand over to you."

Prosemo is gone.

He seemed to have just discovered what he had neglected besides the workload.

Could this be a gift from Hades for his long-lost reunion?

Use the entire God Realm?

He looked at Hades, and there was no emotion on that extremely handsome face, but this was an explanation in itself.

Well, he doesn't have to chase it all over again.

But the trouble was just beginning.

Prosser realized that the tacit understanding between them was a bit too much. Although they were all gifts, they unknowingly put a lot of work on each other.

Although such work is quite gratifying.

"Hey..." Sighing, Prosser rubbed his shoulders, as if foreseeing the fatigue in the future, "Tell me, how did you become the king of gods." When he mentioned this, he added in a strange tone: "Originally I plan to come back and deal with it myself..."

Prosser has never been protected like this, not to mention the awkward feeling of being robbed of his job, as far as he is concerned, it is still quite subtle and sweet.

Hades didn't describe the thrilling process of becoming a god king like others, and his narrative has always been concise.

He omitted Rhea's struggles, Zeus' resignation, and the changes in the hearts of the gods, and he said that he was the Lord of Order.

But such a simple explanation, Prosser understood well.

"Let me just say, it turns out that the master of order in this world has not yet been born, no wonder the development is biased toward chaos."

Prosser showed such an expression, and nodded repeatedly.

Hades was surprised and asked, "Have you noticed?"

Prosser looked at him, "Just suspicious."

Hades raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue.

Prosser rolled his eyes, but recalled it carefully, and said after sorting out the language: "At first, it was just a guess. According to common sense, the underworld is the place in charge of death. As the lord of the underworld, the most important thing you should be in charge of is the priesthood of death. There is Thanadus..."

Once back in this room, Prosser no longer uses the power of the Lord of Light, he seems to have regained his identity as the God of Spring, and the conversation with Pluto is always sweet like indulgence.

And this kind of feeling, Hades also has it, although it is very subtle, otherwise try to roll your eyes at Pluto, the hell of Hades will teach the rude people what is the inviolability of Pluto's majesty.

Decades of separation did not seem to make the relationship between them shallower, except for the initial strangeness, but as the conversation began, that little strangeness was easily washed away by mutual understanding.

Prosser propped his jaw, and the small piece of skin on the back of his hand was brushed by his lips from time to time while he was speaking, and Hades' eyes darkened indistinctly.

"Actually, there is one thing you haven't realized yourself. They are all the Hades of the Dark God. This order is too good."

After Prosser finished speaking, he moved his palm away, and the small piece of skin that Hades noticed was reversed to reveal his palm, and at the same time, those tender lips opened and closed very temptingly.

There seems to be an inconspicuous ambiguity rising between them, but it is definitely not Hades' fault.

During the narration, Prosser's eyes fell on Hades' white to transparent neck skin and the slender waist tightly bound by the belt from time to time.

He touched it with his hands. Although it looked thin, the muscles under the fabric were very tactile.

Then there was the pair of hands resting on the edge of the table... There was an impulse, he wanted to reach out and cover it like this, overlapping with the five fingers on that hand bit by bit.

Taking a deep breath, he felt a little hot.

"Hades..."

"Prosser..."

They who spoke at the same time were stunned for a moment, then turned their heads away, and the two were in a stalemate for a moment.

Prosser thought for a while, and couldn't let this kind of silence continue, so he took the initiative to speak, and said in a playful way: "It's too puzzling to talk about these things as soon as you come back."

Hades rarely objected, but responded, "Yes."

Proserto paused, and countless topics were quickly turning in his mind, but in this seemingly long but short time, he didn't come up with any good content.

In the end, he coughed lightly and looked over with a smile, his blue eyes seemed to reveal the brilliance of expectation.

"Then do you miss me?"

Hades did not avoid his sight, his cold eyes filled with ice seemed to melt when heated, and the tenderness inside turned into flowing spring water, carrying the coolness of summer through the greenery, through the earth, and flowed in all directions.

"miss you."

He did what Prosser had always wanted to do, covering the hand that was being watched with his palm, and then his five fingers slowly joined together, touching with body heat.

Prosser felt a little itchy and hot at the base of his ears, but he was very happy. He held the hand that Hades offered and brought it to his mouth and kissed the back of his hand.

His voice became hoarse because of this change, and his expression was extremely sexy. He said, "Me too, I miss you very much."

Not knowing whose Adam's apple slipped, or who sent the invitation first, Prosser walked around the obstructing round table and sat next to Hades, holding hands.

I am used to keeping a distance during business, because such a move has become a private time.

Prosser put his arms around Hades' neck with one hand, still holding hands with him. It was such an awkward posture. He lowered the volume and said in the ear of his beloved: "Sure enough, the first thing you say when you meet is This kind of thing."

Hades' ears were a little sensitive to the blowing, he turned his head slightly, and Proserben was talking to him on his shoulders. The change of this movement was that the lips of the two were only a little bit close to touching each other.

Prosser blinked, smiled and kissed, not taking advantage of nothing.

"Hades, the purpose of my coming back this time is to marry you back as the Queen of God."

With Prosser's undisguised thoughts, Hades remained calm.

"What about your identity? You can say it this time."

But in one sentence, he proved that he was not confused and ignorant in this emotional confrontation.

Prosser laughed dumbfounded at this, and he said with this gesture: "The supreme god of light from a foreign land is here to send greetings to you."

"How about marrying me?"

"Your Majesty Pluto."

As if provocative, after hearing this sentence, Hades said calmly: "Isn't the Spring God already my queen?"

Then stared at him.

Prosser said unexpectedly: "When?" He never agreed!

"Want to know?"

"Ok!"

Hades got up, took him by the hand and led him to the Valley of Flowers.

It was the first time that Chunshen showed such an obvious look of being tricked when he saw the place that Pluto personally decorated.

"This is..." He pointed to the white light holy sword attached to it. The pure sapphire inlaid on the hilt was replaced with the godhead of the underworld. Since the holy sword is the projection of his soul, it can also be said , he was indeed bound by the godhead of the queen of the underworld.

Prosser was melancholy, "It's really cunning."

Hades clenched his hand, with a hint of a smile in his voice, "Thank you."

Using the Holy Sword of White Light to locate the world coordinates is really a mistake!

Prosser, who knew he had lost a bit, made a decisive decision and said to Hades: "How about a bet?"

Hades raised an eyebrow.

Seeing him like that, Prosser knew that he was waiting for him to speak clearly, and without hesitation, he simply said: "Use two worlds as a bet, and the loser..."

Having said this, his expression became malicious.

"The loser will be robbed of marriage honestly."

Hearing this, Hades' eyes didn't shake a bit, but the bodies of Prosser's men froze.

What a big bet!

For both of them.