818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

As soon as Prosser looked up, he saw that Hypnos' face was not very good. He didn't think about himself for a while, but asked with concern: "Are you all right? Are you feeling unwell?"

Gods also have problems?

He tried his best to recall that he had never encountered such a thing in his world.

The corners of Hypnos' mouth twitched at what he said, and he shattered the chaos in his head, and finally regained his composure, but his voice was still weak.

He said, "Are you willing to come back?"

Prosser blinked and said with a smile: "It should be here, I am from another world after all."

Hypnos looked away from him, and said calmly, "You do reveal a lot of unusual things, but I don't doubt it at all."

Prosser is proud: "Don't be jealous that you are not as smart as me, because you can't be jealous."

Hypnos: "Hi!"

Prosser: "Huh?"

Hypnos: "Can you still talk properly?"

Prosser shrugged, pretending to be relaxed, "I didn't scold you either."

Hypnos covered his face, feeling unspeakably tired.

Prosser looked at him quietly for a while, and said proactively, "I thought you would break up with me."

Hypnos lowered his hand covering his face, his expression looked very difficult to understand.

"Why do you say that?"

"Look?" Fingers were pointing back and forth in the air, hesitating as if in his heart, Prosser turned around and faced Hypnos sideways, his eyes wandering, "Is concealing the difference also a deception? "

Seeing him like this, Hypnos' disturbed mood was calmed down, and he was able to calmly look at this reunion that was so long overdue.

Hypnos crossed his arms and said in a bad tone, "Is that so? I've never seen such a generous liar."

Prosser blinked, before he could react, he was hit by Hypnos several times.

"If I remember correctly, it was Haruka who blew up Olympus in front of Dana and me, right?"

Prosser looked at the ground, drawing circles on the ground with his toes.

"If I remember correctly, the one who took Dana and me to see the Church of the God of Light was also Chunshen, right?"

Prosse looked up at the sky, lamenting that the sky in the underworld is still so gloomy.

"If I remember correctly, someone's concealment is not in place at all."

Prosser seemed natural, but in fact he froze.

He gave Hypnos a complaining look, as if to say, is it so straightforward?

Hypnos was amused in his heart, but he still had a lazy and critical look on his face.

"In the end, we didn't find out because we were stupid, and also because someone was too brave."

Prosser: "...is there?"

The man was dissatisfied in a low voice, and he looked terribly cute, his blue eyes were vacillating, like a child who had done something wrong but was found out.

But Hypnos knew that this was not just a child, but a brat!

Hypnos nodded in a serious manner: "Of course, would someone else dare to blow up Mount Olympus in front of me and Thanadus like you did? He also took us away as an accomplice. After you left, those The dead believers were brought back by Dana for you, you will thank him later."

Prosser nodded again and again, and then Hypnos thought of the army with strange abilities, and said: "But those fighters you cultivated are dead, but Dana can't bring them back to the underworld. It seems that they have Rejected by the rules of Hades."

Having said that, Hypnos frowned and said, "What did you do to them?"

Prosser hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, "It's just to revive them."

"..."

"Don't be silent, I'll make it clear."

Being stared at by Hypnos, Prosser briefly talked about the original plan, including a way to revive the dead.

"If I remember correctly, it is easy for your gods to make human beings live forever, but it is very difficult to resurrect after death." Prosser walked to the side of Huahai and opened his arms. "You know the reason, of course it is because of the soul, but what is it here? Place? The most chaotic frontier of souls and living."

The flower spirit created by the garden of truth is the foundation of the main god of Proser, and it also obscures some of the rules of the underworld, so it is not difficult to wake up the dead here.

"Of course, the power of your dreams also helped a lot."

After finishing speaking, Prosser did not forget to say, Hypnos, you are really amazing, and you are so kind to sprinkle sugar for the sleeping god.

In this regard, Hypnosi rolled his eyes in a normal way.

"I'm not going to get to the bottom of it."

I also know that it will be an extremely complicated process. His question now is... "How do you plan to deal with the undead on the earth?"

Prosser folded his arms and said, "This is indeed a trouble, but I already have a solution."

Hypnos couldn't hide his surprise, he just came back not long ago, right?Understand the situation so quickly?

But the self who had just raised this question was shot to death by another self in his heart.

Yes, this is that Prosser.

He didn't know that when he returned for the first time, the fact that he fought Olympus and was able to retreat unscathed made his name a synonym for wisdom and boldness in the underworld.

Hypnos was fascinated by this kind of Proser, but he shook his head on the surface and said, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Prosser blinked and laughed, and the face that had been exposed to the concept of neglect accidentally revealed a trace of the supreme beauty of the Supreme God, and accidentally "accidentally injured" the Sleeping God.

Seeing that Hypnos' vision was blurred, Prosser had a bad idea, and immediately strengthened the supernatural power of neglect on his face, and Hypnos, who was bewitched, finally came to his senses.

Hypnos: "..."

Prosser said embarrassedly: "That..."

Hypnos covered his face, "Leave me alone."

"Ok."

After a long period of mental construction, Hypnos looked at Prosser inexplicably, and pointed to his face, "This... is also fake?"

Prosser nodded heavily.

Hypnos: "..."

I really want to ask you why did you change your face when you came back after going out for a trip?

But I also know that the person who asked this question is absolutely mentally retarded.

"Calm down, calm down!" Prosser fanned Hypnos with both hands, his expression was already sour.

Prosser: "Hypnos, you just need to think that everything around me is reasonable, after all, my existence can already bend the rules."

So the occurrence of such a situation is nothing but the instinctive suppression of the lower gods by the higher gods.

Hypnos nodded with difficulty, expressing his understanding.

Only then did Prosser casually bring up the previous topic.

"Hypnos, what do you think of me appearing on the earth to preach?"

Hypnos: "..."

"Huff! Breathe! Calm down! Calm down!"

Sleeping God finally calmed down, and said to Prosser: "Don't tell me anything now!" The amount of information is too large, and Sleeping God is already overloaded.

Prosser innocently watched Hypnos turn his face and leave resolutely, clenching his fists in his heart, well, he fooled the sleepy god.

Halfway through, Hypnos realized that he hadn't told Prosser about the God of Saturn, but he also immediately realized that everything before was intentional by Prosser.

The God of Sleep was silent for a moment, and made up his mind to pretend that he didn't know about Demeter, anyway...

"You asked for it!"

"Ah!"

Prosser sneezed, which is very rare, he stared at a point of nothingness in front of him with red eyes, "Sick?"

A deep voice sounded, and a slightly cold hand covered his forehead.

Prosser leaned his body on him enjoying himself, completely forgetting that he had complained just now——the gods also have problems?

"I'm fine, just a little tired."

When he finished, Hades sat down beside him.

The scenery of the underworld is not good, the places where the two of them are active are always the Pluto's room, the Valley of Flowers, and the Garden of Truth, the latter of which Pluto seldom goes to.

Because Huagu has the white light holy sword proved by the queen of the underworld, Prosser doesn't want to see the proof that he was cheated, so the former accommodates the latter, and Hades goes to the field of truth to find him.

Hades said lightly: "If you are really tired, go to rest."

Prosser shook his head, "I'm used to it."

Hades fell silent, as if he had just realized that both of them were workaholics, but their minds were non-stop, and the only one he knew was Prosser.

The palms moved down and covered Proser's eyes, the eyes were completely dark, Proser didn't panic, but said calmly, "What do you want to do?"

Hades: "Let you rest."

"Stubborn guy," Prosser tilted his head, pressed his whole body to Hades's shoulder almost like a smash, and lazily said, "Let me lean on for a while."

Hades silently did not refuse his approach.

The scent of daffodils from Pluto's body filled the nostrils, and the cool breath wrapped around this just and indifferent man, as if giving the daffodils a unique meaning.

Prosser was drowsy surrounded by such aura, but he still maintained the minimum vigilance.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Just when he was struggling between falling asleep and waking up, the steady male voice sent him into a dark and sweet dreamland.

In a daze, Prosser showed abnormal trust in that voice.

Seeing that he finally fell asleep obediently, Hades raised his arms to pick him up, and stepped forward. His divine power penetrated the rules instantly, and used extraordinary skills to pass through the space. In the blink of an eye, they had already arrived at Pluto's room.

Hades went straight to his bedroom, put Prosser on the big bed carved with narcissus patterns, and he quietly looked at the sleeping male god.

The same source of divine power appeared on the finger, and the concept of neglect covering Proser's face was opened, and the face that could shine brightly in the dark was suddenly exposed.

Seen by such brilliance, Pluto's dark eyes flashed with astonishment, and then he made another move to restore the concept to its original appearance.

For the next time, he leaned against the head of the bed, playing with Prosser's palm, watching quietly until the second round of the dark moon rose, and then he got up from the deep gaze and planned to leave.

But he was stopped from leaving, and the other party should have no intention of doing so.

With a stabbing pain in his head, he turned to look at the hair in Prosser's hands.

Hades was silent for a while, and finally cut off the long hair in the empty room.

Since I don't want to wake you up, so be it.