818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

In Pluto's special reception room, there are two figures sitting opposite each other.There were fruit plates and gold cups on the table in front of them, and the atmosphere seemed very silent.

Hades raised his eyes, and the expression of the person opposite was very cold, the beautiful and warm face was slightly sparse, the long golden hair was loosely tied behind his head, and the few strands left on the side of the face added to her charm.

He passed the time silently looking at the decorations in the reception room.

This place is relatively private in Hades, so it has been left unused in Hades' impression. The reason is of course that Hades has no personal relationship.

As for why it is enabled today?Of course it was because of the special status of the visitor.

Neither the Hall of Hades nor the Judgment Hall was suitable, and his own room was too private, so the butler Hypnos suddenly remembered that there was still this reception room that could be used.

Hades picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the divine wine. Before he could swallow the wine, the other party spoke at this point.

Demeter, who looked beautiful but thin, with a melancholy look between his brows, said, "I remember you didn't drink before," and then gave him a meaningful glance.

The sip of sweet wine in Hades' mouth was choked in his throat and he couldn't swallow it, but how can his self-cultivation be disturbed by a word?

So he slipped his Adam's apple under Demeter's fiery gaze, and swallowed it calmly.

"Recently acquired habit."

"Really?" Demeter brushed her cheeks and drooping hair, but her casual expression let out a crit in a very natural way, "I thought it was the influence of Prosser."

Hades: "..."

Knowing that his younger sister is difficult to deal with, Hades frowned and warned: "Demeter, if you want to see Prosser, I hope you can give up this plan and return to the ground."

Demeter raised the corner of her mouth and said coolly, "What do you mean? Even a god king doesn't have the right to prevent mothers from seeing their children?" Her tone was subtle and sarcastic, "Hades, I just want to See, what can you do? Drive me out of the underworld?"

"..." Hades was silent for a moment, "Of course you can see your own child, but..." He looked directly into the other person's eyes and said coldly, "You also treat Prosser as your child."

"Tsk!" Demeter spat unhappily, a halo of icy shards appeared in her blue eyes, and she said in a cold tone: "You actually protect him like this! That monster who was born in my stomach !"

Hades' voice was low, exuding a strong threat, "Demeter, watch your words!"

Demeter raised her head high, she raised her spikes, and said sarcastically, "Isn't it? Hades."

Hades: "This is different from what you understand!"

Hearing his words, Demeter smiled, eyes full of pain.

"What's the difference? I only know that my precious child was killed by a monster from a foreign land in my stomach! I have loved the murderer who killed my child for so many years!"

If the front is calm, the back is bleak.

Manicured nails across the table, she said deeply: "Hades, I like Prosser, I like him very much, I treat him as a jewel in my palm, teardrops in my eyes, and take care of him carefully..."

Hades listened silently, this is indeed an irrefutable fact.

"But!" Demeter stood up uncontrollably, waving her hands vigorously in the air, driving herself to a desperate point of madness, "He was never my child! Then where is my child? Where is he! "

Hades stood up and tried to stop her.

"clam down!"

There was a table across, which made it very inconvenient for him to stop Saturn's struggling hands. He accidentally got a wound on his cheek, and the murder weapon was the nail on that seemingly slender finger.

"Let go of me, Hades! Where the hell is my child!"

Demeter struggled under the adult male god's hand, she shouted excitedly, "My child... tell me if my child is Prosser!"

After speaking, she suddenly deflated like a deflated ball, and she spread back on the seat, her forehead covering her face, as if the madness just now was just a flash in the pan, and she was still the melancholy and beautiful Saturn.

Hades looked at him quietly, hesitantly put his hand on her shoulder, his voice was softer than usual.

"Demeter, calm down first."

"..."

The god of agriculture didn't speak again, the atmosphere in the room was silent to condensed for a while, and the slow and stagnant air was anxious around the two of them.

Suddenly there was a cry that sounded like a low gasp, and then it became louder and louder, and then drops of water fell out of Saturn's eyes, hitting the back of his hand and wet the hem of his skirt.

"Woooooo...my Proser, my child..."

In Demeter's heart, her child is still Prosser, but the fact that he is a foreign god seems to be killing her spirit.

She is a god, she knows exactly what is going on with Prosser's situation, but she dare not admit it, because if she admits it, it means that the child she has loved for many years is the murderer of Chunshen in her belly.

So she locked herself in the Temple of Saturn and turned a deaf ear to everything that happened outside, but recently, she really couldn't continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, so she came to Hades.

If the facts are as I imagined, then how embarrassing have I been with him for so many years!

She tried to calm down with similar anxiety and confusion, but she broke out when Hades drove her away.

Demeter kept crying, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances she had suffered all these years, which prevented her from hearing the sound of the door opening.

Prosser walked in, and made a silent gesture to Hades who saw him, and Hades nodded consciously and stepped back, giving space to the mother and child.

"do not Cry."

Unlike Hades' slightly cold voice, this voice is full of gentleness like sunshine.

Demeter looked up, and what she saw was a soft handkerchief being handed over from a fair and beautiful hand.

The blue eyes that were full of tears blinked, and then clearly reflected the appearance of the other party bending over and smiling.

It's Prosser, she thought.

After seeing the speaker clearly, she subconsciously wiped away the tears from her face with her hands, and hastily groomed herself in embarrassment.

"Don't wipe it with your hands."

It was such a gentle voice again, Demeter's nose turned sour, and the tears began to fall down again.

"Oh, why are you crying again?" Prosser carefully held Demeter's face, and gently wiped away the tears on her face with the handkerchief, even though his actions would only make the tears flow more and more.

Demeter stared deeply at her son's face, memories of so many years flashed in her mind.

She was soft and thin when she was a child, but when she grows up, she is often helpless because of her cleverness, but she is also really considerate and filial to herself, and she is also strange after entering the underworld...

She couldn't help feeling wronged again.

I treat you so well, how can you not be my son!

"Prosser..."

After making a sound, Demeter realized that his voice was so sour, hoarse as if he was whining.

"I'm here."

The person who was called smiled at her docilely, and called: "Mother God."

The Goddess of Saturn, who called the Mother God again, was in a bad mood. She cried out in a tearful voice, "Are you my son?"

Prosser blinked with a dazed expression, "I have always been my mother's child," he said with a smile, took Demeter's hand, and brought it to his cheek, rubbing it like nostalgia, and whispered aggrievedly: " Or is it that Mother God doesn’t want me anymore?”

"How come!" Demeter said loudly, the volume gradually became similar to a whisper, "How could I...don't..."

Prosser lowered his body, opened his arms and held her in his arms, using the most reassuring body temperature to calm her down.

"Then can you tell me what troubles Mother God has?"

Demeter sobbed, "How did you become the god of spring! How did you end up in my stomach!"

Prosser smoothed the blond hair on the back of Saturn's head, comforting softly: "Of course it's because I want to be the child of the Mother God."

Demeter sobbed,

Prosser: "I like the Mother God very much, doesn't the Mother God want me to be your child?"

Demeter's crying eyes were sore, but the child still hugged her tightly, preventing her from seeing his expression.

Prosser lightly closed his eyelids, hiding the deep regret in his eyes.

"Mother God, I will be your child, and under the witness of fate, I will never change."

Demeter: "..."

Prosser: "Mother God."

In the end, it was Saturn who compromised.

It's not that she is confused about which child is in her womb, but Prosser is indeed a treasure she has raised for many years and loves extremely.

Demeter rubbed her belly, bitterness flashed in her eyes.

is this okay?

Her purpose of coming to the underworld has not been realized, and she is still so at a loss when she leaves the underworld and returns to the earth.

But that sound of Mother God... called out to her heart...

"is this okay?"

Hades looked at Prosser who sent Demeter away, "She probably won't come to see you again."

Prosser looked out the window, his mind was a little out of his own. Hearing Hades' question, he instinctively responded, "Well, I know."

Hades said lightly: "If this is your choice, I will not object, even..." You can completely deceive her.

Prosser seemed to understand what Hades was thinking, and turned his head helplessly, "I can indeed choose to deceive."

Hades pointed out precisely, "But you didn't do that."

With an unhappy smile on the corner of Proser's mouth, he said, "I have never lied about calling her the Mother God. No child would choose to deceive his mother."

There was a bit of fatigue in his expression, but more of it was a kind of calmness with a clear conscience.

Hades came to him and sat down, put his arm around his shoulder and said, "I see."

In this way, you are more unpredictable than anyone else, but you will stubbornly abide by some rules that are unnecessary for others.

Prosser shrugged his shoulders and adjusted his emotions when he looked sideways at him, holding his cheek and turning his head away, revealing the small wound very close to the ear.

"Mother God did it."

He didn't see it, but he knew it.

Hades said calmly: "She is a little emotional."

"I'm really sorry," Prosser said apologetically, "Let me sterilize you!~"

Then the apology turned into playfulness after the kiss, the lips and tongue skillfully licked the small wound, the wet sound of water was transmitted through the eardrum to the accelerated heart, as if injecting new heat.