818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Occasionally, Minos sneaked away and felt a flash of blue light in front of his eyes. Looking again, the scenery of the underworld was still so bleak, and there was no blue light at all. He couldn't help wondering if he was dazzled.

And the blue light that can be seen by the three judges of the underworld happened to be the stud earring condensed by divine power on Proser's ear. Throw it on the bed.

The black robe reveals the white ankles, and the slender fingers point to his lips. The sharp lip line is lightly drawn, and he slowly bites off the fingertips. The dark eyes evoked the emotions in Hades' eyes.

"Look at how you can stay calm."

Proser, who was making a seductive gesture, probably didn't have this idea in his mind, but he raised his legs more boldly, hooked his fingers at the person beside the bed, and moved his mouth.

"come over."

Hades pursed his lips, no longer intending to continue indulging.

The black veil swayed, blocking the view inside the bed, but it was vaguely visible that the figure inside changed positions instantly.

Prosser propped his arms on both sides of Hades' ears, provoking a nerve that had already become sensitive under love with a low voice that was almost panting.

"Hades, I'm..."

But everything is submerged between the lips and teeth.

Next, Pluto's always quiet room, except for a few suspicious noises, there was no movement. This strange situation was not resolved until the second round of Pluto rose.

Hades, who slowly opened his eyes, showed confusion on his face after waking up. The scent of flowers he smelled seemed to be stronger than the smell wafting from the window before, and then what he felt next was—aches all over his body.

"Good morning, Hades!~"

Listening to the voice, Prosser is in a good mood.

As soon as Hades finished thinking this way, everything that happened on Wuming Island appeared in his mind in an orderly manner.

Hades was speechless: "..."

Prosser twirled Hades's hair with a smile and scratched his cheek, teasingly said: "Do you feel ashamed to see others?"

"no!"

Hardist instantly broke the curse of silence.

This must be denied!

Prosser laughed, "It's good not to feel ashamed, because I'm very happy."

The end of the hair poked Hades' exceptionally handsome face. He knew how delicious this face would be when it was emotional, so he was more willing to talk to him like this without squinting.

"If you're not happy, wouldn't it appear that I'm happy alone."

Hades: "Yesterday..." His gaze swept over the other party's restored hair color, "How did you become the God of Darkness?"

Prosser waved his hand indifferently, "The problem left over from history, I remember telling you that I was once an evil god?"

Hades nodded.

Prosser snapped his fingers, "That's the way it is." His eyes glanced at Hades's neck, and he said with a smile, "It seems that the special rules of the Chaos world have awakened the part of me that was previously blocked."

Hades frowned: "Is it troublesome?"

Prosser shook his head, "It's not a big problem, but it needs to be resolved as soon as possible. After all, my world does not allow two relative rules for the body of a god."

Hades said: "If the god of the underworld is the god of darkness, how did you solve it last time you went back?"

Prosser blinked, "It's very sharp." He kissed Hades' lips as a reward, and said, "After all, I am the Supreme God, and I can still hold it in a short time."

Hades recalled Prosser's strange background and said, "Then..."

"Okay, okay, it's time for a heart-to-heart talk, listen to me obediently!"

Prosser put his index finger on Hades' mouth, successfully making him stop asking.

"Let me think about where I should start," Prosser said about himself back then, without a trace of emotion on his face, "I was originally born as an evil god..."

The relaxed dialogue opened up the not easy past.

It's ridiculous to say that the Supreme God, who is now famous all over the world, was originally an evil god created by a human group with flesh and soul and chaotic sacrifices, with the purpose of helping them curse a city-state.

The newborn Proser is weak and has no intelligence, only a terrible eating instinct, so he first devoured the human being who summoned him and should be called the master.

No, to put it another way, Prosser at that time was just an "it".

It has no emotion, no pain, it exists only as an object to eat.Such a single obsession made him very powerful after getting over his initial weakness, and basically no god could escape from its sudden attack.

Such days, it does not know how long it has passed, and its form also follows the law of the strength of things, the stronger it is, the closer it is to the human form, when it completely appears in the form of human beings in the country that is about to be destroyed When it is in the sky, it becomes the well-known evil god.

Thus becoming "he".

At that time, he was still in a daze and didn't know anything. He just ate blindly, which only made his strength skyrocket, but his inside was chaotic. This state was maintained until the first transformation came.

That was when he ate a dark god, and he didn't know how to describe that feeling, as if the whole world was different, all the knowledge, power, and even understanding of the rules of that dark god were inherited gave him.

And he naturally called himself...

—“Prosser.”

"That's where my name comes from."

Prosser said to Hades, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking nonchalant.

"If the people I rule know that the name of the supreme god comes from the dark god, I'm afraid many of them will die of fright."

Hades silently raised his hand and rubbed his head.

Prosser wrinkled his nose, not rejecting such actions, he continued to recall.

The appearance of Proser, the God of Darkness, is similar to that of Proser, who was deified by Hades. In the final analysis, they are both the same person. To put it bluntly, the appearance of Proser, the God of Darkness, is just a subconscious projection of himself in the past.

At that time, even if Prosser had all the knowledge and power of the Dark God, he himself was more like a beast that had just acquired wisdom.

Everything is still for eating.

With wisdom, Proser's appetite turned from human to god. After all, compared with human, pure elemental life is more delicious because it has no impurities.

One day after eating like this, he finally ate a light god.

"It was this God of Light, who tormented me to death," Prosser stuck out his tongue in pain when he recalled it now, "Darkness repels light, not to mention that I was a completely fallen soul at the time. Once the God of Light entered my stomach, My whole body just exploded."

Bang!The flesh and blood turned into fireworks in the sky.

Prosser fell into pieces before he even realized it. It’s not that he has never encountered such a state before. He tried his best to piece together himself and the pieces of meat on the ground, but the pieces of meat did not return with vitality as usual. convulsions, and finally turned into pitch-black coke.

"I worked so hard to put together the usable parts. During that time, I was covered in scars all over my body, and my body size shrunk by two circles!"

After being depressed, Prosser was glad, "But I also got a real divine body."

"God body?"

"Didn't I say that?" Prosser said to Hades in surprise, "I am an evil god, and my body is nothing more than human flesh and blood and pieces made by warlocks. The service life of my body, if I hadn’t encountered this accident, my body would have collapsed in the constant eating and eating, and I would have disappeared from the world unconsciously.”

Hades watched him silently, unable to imagine how the beautiful God of Spring evolved from minced meat into a human.

Proser glanced at him and continued: "The next development is very simple. I, who almost became the enemy of the gods, went to their world with an appearance that was no different from that of humans. After that, I learned a lot. Finally Little by little, become a qualified God of Light."

"By the way, I am called the Supreme God of Light. It is not because I created the world. That is the founding god. The reason why I am called that is because all the gods recognize that I have the right to call myself the light..."

"--just me!"

Prosser lay on Hades' shoulders, his smile revealing his pride that has never changed from before to now.

"Hades, let me tell you, it's not because I am the Supreme God that I have power over the light, but because the Supreme God is me, the gods will sacrifice light to the Supreme God."

The meaning of a sentence has changed slightly, but it reveals a deep self-confidence.

Hades saw it calmly: "I didn't expect your experience to be so ups and downs."

Hearing this now, His Majesty Pluto doesn't know what attitude to take towards this creepy and weird story of cannibalism and god-eating, especially this story is still the personal experience of Prosser, and Prosser is still his lover.

So His Majesty's wise decision is to pretend that he doesn't know anything.

Prosser liked the subtle expression changes on Hades' face more and more, and his palms couldn't help sliding under the quilt.

Hades quickly grabbed his hand, and before he touched something he shouldn't have touched, he said helplessly, "Don't make trouble."

Prosser was stopped, unhappy, he said: "Shouldn't we change our mood after finishing the business?"

Hades stared at him, "Why do you need to change your mood?"

Prosser couldn't believe it, "Otherwise, why do you think I'm talking about the past with so many old rotten grains? At this time, shouldn't you sympathize with my tragic life experience and act obediently?"

Hades: "...rearrange the things in your mind!"

Prosser obediently cleared up his overexcited mind, and said slyly: "Hades, do you think once is really enough?" He hinted at the two naked bodies under the sheet, licked his lips, and couldn't finish it. "Actually, I can still..."

Hearing what he said, Hades silently looked at each other's upper bodies covered with marks, and decisively refused.

"I still have work to do today."

"Ah!" Prosser raised his voice in displeasure, "It's usually a holiday at this time!"

Hades ignored him, stood up and wanted to get out of bed, but was pushed back quickly by Prosser's hand, pressing on him.

Prosser licked Hades' Adam's apple, felt his stiffness, and immediately hummed: "It's obvious that you were so enthusiastic yesterday."

Hades thought of the "enthusiasm" last night blankly.

Prosser was enthusiastic, more enthusiastic than he, who was under the spell of love.

Waking up today, Hades not only smelled the fragrance of flowers, but what was even more powerful was that his joints were so sore as if he had fought with someone.

Wait...floral fragrance?

Hades, who had been led by the nose by Prosser, realized at this moment...

"Finally noticed?" Prosser picked up the flowers covering the bed with a smile, threw them into the air, and landed on Hades. He said with a smile: "Good morning, dear!~"

For a moment, the light in Pluto's room was comparable to daytime.

Hades closed his eyes in pain, shutting out everything in front of him.