818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Gaia realized with astonishment that they seemed to regard some kind of terrifying existence as a sheep that could be kneaded.

Those icy and biting eyes swept lightly, and cold sweat broke out in an instant.

She looked to Nix and Erebus, trying to know how they felt, but when she looked, her throat tightened.

Erebos was using the fighting posture she would only use when facing a strong enemy, and her clever little sister was already looking terrified.

Isn't this look the same as yourself?

By the way, there is also Tartarus, does he know such a Proser?

Gaia suddenly thought of this question, and immediately looked at the god of the abyss.

Tartarus still had such a calm and deep look. With Gaia's ability, he couldn't see even the slightest change in him, but she urgently needed to feel at ease.

God knows, she is the mother of the earth, but she has never felt such deep fear.

The chill that emanated from the depths of the soul at that moment completely overturned Gaia's contempt for Prosser.

In fact, it is not to blame that the original god treated him in the wrong way, because only Tartarus has understood his ability.

The other primitive gods were more controlled by Prosser, and what they knew was revealed by Prosser on purpose.

This lack of reciprocal conditions, of course, caused a misjudgment.

After a brief fight, Prosser didn't even raise any hostility, let alone those deeper killing intent. Such a formulaic fight that was close to completing the plan meant that the goal was achieved, and he didn't even take it seriously.

And even if Prosser swaggered away in front of the Primordial God, they only realized their strategic mistakes, but did not understand what kind of monster they sent away.

And how can the monsters who have played with the primitive gods to the palm of their hands throughout the whole process make them understand their danger?

It's like a lion can let a rabbit jump and run when it's sleeping, but if it's hungry, it can't help but become a delicacy.

The sad thing about the primitive gods is that they themselves are ferocious wolves and beasts, but they regard monsters more terrifying than themselves as rabbits that can be hunted anywhere.

Such a serious mistake!

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his face was stained with exquisite makeup. Gaia, who had never thought that she would be put in such a predicament, gritted her teeth, and a look of grievance flashed in her eyes.

Seeing that they had almost scared them, Prosser snapped his fingers, and all the dead souls disappeared under his fingers.

He lowered his eyes, the killing god-like aura that was similar to enjoying the slaughter dissipated, and the holiness and gentleness of the God of Light prevailed.

"Come on, let's continue talking about the development of our two worlds!"

He showed a friendly look, and this time, no one would take his friendliness as evidence of weakness.

Prosser smiled and introduced his gate of two worlds, and welcomed them to his own world.

As for whether he was afraid of luring wolves into the house?

Said he was a monster himself.

Before becoming the God of Light.

After a shock, all the original gods were honest, and they talked about the difference between the world of Ai Rui and their world very smoothly.

Prosser even highlighted that the rules of his world are extremely comprehensive. If the original god wants, he can open the door and let them visit his world.

As for the reason why this person is so generous?

Isn't it a common method for high-ranking people to give a sweet date with a stick?

The primitive gods were indeed as hard to resist this temptation as he thought, and had to twist their faces and eat this sweet date.

After all, Prosser didn't want to have such a deadlock in their relationship.

Prosser, who deeply understands that the enemy of an enemy is a friend, is even more unwilling to push someone who has no deep hatred to his opposite.

Peace now is an investment in the future.

And... the deterrence is already enough.

It seemed that such a cold voice sounded in his heart, and the smile on Prosser's face was still so gentle and beautiful.

With Tartarus still silent, they were able to settle everything simply and straightforwardly, and this time the original god did not make any unreasonable demands.

When everything was settled and he wanted to leave, Tartarus tapped on the arm of the chair, and time and space were suspended and broken for an instant.

Prosser's body paused, and he turned to look at him.

Tartarus said lightly: "Don't do this again in the future."

Prosser snorted, "I just let them who are sitting know that they should stand up to greet me."

Tartarus was noncommittal.

As soon as Prosser turned around, he left without hesitation this time. When he walked out of the temple of the god of the abyss, the three primitive gods in the temple seemed to suddenly realize it.

They stared blankly at their palms, unable to recover for a while.

The cold hall was quiet for a while, and Nix's weak voice sounded, "We just... Could it be..." Bewitched by the illusion?

"boom!"

A loud sound made Nix startled in fright. She turned her head and found that it was Gaia who punched the chair unwillingly.

Gaia said bitterly: "When did that bastard do it?"

It turned out that all the memories just now happened in a space close to consciousness and fantasy.

All quarrels and confrontations are illusions that are fleeting but exploited on the surface of consciousness.

Nix asked Erebus who brought Prosser in with a wry smile, "Erebus, do you know?"

Erebus shook his head, it was the first time he was played so badly by the opponent.

Nix was silent and looked at Tartarus.

She knew that her eldest brother had good intentions towards Prosser, but she never expected that he could watch her younger siblings being teased by outsiders, so she opened her mouth inevitably with resentment.

"Tartaros, do you know?"

The indifferent god of the abyss shifted his eyes to her and answered her question.

"The moment I took out the seat."

Hearing Tartarus' explanation, Gaia shouted like venting: "Damn it!"

Nix was not as emotional as her sister. She thought about it calmly before she understood Tartarus' intentions.

"Sorry, Tartarus."

I didn't listen to your warning, and made unnecessary temptations and negligence to Prosser.

If they had used an equal attitude back then, they wouldn't have been played so hard by the other party.

Seeing that she understood, Tartarus nodded in satisfaction.

Nix smiled, knowing that this was the opponent's counterattack, but he didn't have the strength to be angry.

The remaining two are unexplained conversations between Nix and Tartarus.

Gaia couldn't figure out why these two guys could put up with that bastard Prosser!

A god can be hated to such an extent, Gaia thinks why he was not killed!

Prosser, who never thought that there was something wrong with his personality, didn't realize until he was cursed by the mother of the earth that maybe he himself was not as cute as he thought.

Well, so seeing flowers blooming really fits my identity!

As soon as the authentication of the original god was settled, he walked towards the Field of Truth, the old place that could be proposed by Hypnos, that is, the flower spirit production place that the two of them worked together to build.

But... After so long, Hypnos should have noticed the hidden design inside, right?

Prosser remembered that the Crusaders and the Paladins of Light were both cultivated in the depths of the countryside, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

Taking advantage of Huahai's particularity, let these fighters see the scene where humans and gods live together in his world, let them have a longing for it, and then fight desperately for him.

That little bit of hope was successfully shaped by Hypnos' sleep power.

It didn't matter if I thought about it at the time, but now that I think about it, it's really a bit unkind.

I really almost dragged the whole underworld into the water!

Prosser sighed, and then became more aware of his trust in Hades.

Only by trusting him can he act at such a risk.

Although he thought that he would come back to clean up the mess, all those people who knew him would inevitably be cast with various eyes.

And these are not something that he, who is far away in another world, can handle.

After all, he owes everyone a favor.

"It must be paid back."

Stepping into the borders of the fields, Prosser thought, and Hades...

Although I trusted him, how should I deal with the friendship that did not live up to this trust?

Anyway...

Prosser was mentally prepared to pass through the inherent fog in the sea of ​​flowers, and when he saw that blurred figure, he made a decision.

Bet he will never release water!

As soon as Hypnos turned around, he saw Prosser with a firm face, and subconsciously felt a chill in his heart, and the familiar premonition of being trapped emerged.

He was sweating coldly, what did this guy want to do?

But at the same time as this doubt arose, Hypnos couldn't help but slander himself.

Just seeing this expression, the strangeness that should have existed between the two of them was tossed away.

Then he was tired of thinking about it again.

So, first love is really a big pit.

At this time, the entangled sleeping god didn't know that he was just implicated.

In Prosser's continuous "maliciousness" towards Hades, he was accidentally implicated.

In other words, the love of the God of Light requires a heart as big as the universe to accept it.

And later, Sleeping God, who saw Pluto being robbed of marriage, sincerely sighed, it was so good that Prosser didn't fancy him back then!

Otherwise it's really - happy to hear! (no face to see people)