818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

After five years, Hypnos finally escaped from the palm of the mother goddess.

Although the teachings of the Goddess of the Night have indeed raised his dream strength by several levels, the Sleeping God still has to say something seriously.

If there is a next time, he will never be fooled again!

What the hell kind of training is that!

He just saw his mother god and father god get together to show their affection, why leave him alone in embarrassment and leave his head aside? !

I have been flashed by the two of them for five whole years!Shem's whole person is not good, and Hypnos feels that he has been subjected to the most severe experience in history.

Now he will definitely be able to calmly face the pair of Prosser and Hades, no matter how sticky they are, they will definitely not be able to stick...

"Poor Majesty."

Hypnos was walking past the Tribunal of the Big Three, when he heard a voice coming from inside, he subconsciously stopped, stopped what he was thinking, and the shadow behind him stretched very long on the ground.

Minos sighed, "Although I admit to Prosser, it's finally come true, but His Majesty was forced to this point... Really..."

Aiagos looked at the sky sadly, "Now His Majesty is wearing an invisibility cloak in the Hades Palace."

Radamantis said silently: "It seems that when His Majesty wakes up every day, he can see the bed full of flowers and the room full of light that His Highness Prosser used to please him."

The Big Three were silent for a while after speaking.

This is indeed very romantic, and it can fully explain the newly appointed His Majesty the Underworld King's love for His Majesty, but... the connection between flowers and light and His Majesty the Hades is simply horrific.

Minos covered his face in despair, "Who will save Your Majesty!"

Let Pluto, who loves darkness, be awakened by light every morning, which is simply torture!

"Torture..." Aiagos said dully.

Radamantis coughed, thinking that this is not good, at least it is the third judge, what is the trouble with such a spoiled look?

"Don't worry about it, maybe it's His Majesty's interest, let's work hard now."

Aiagos glanced at him, "The key is, what about the report after work, can you find where His Majesty is?"

Radamantis is silent.

It was okay before, but now...

Where can I find His Majesty Pluto, who is forced to wear an invisibility cloak all day long?

"boom--"

Minos fell to the ground, unable to lift his face from the ground, and the other two were equally unable to help him.

"Hey, I didn't expect the things between me and Hades to be so powerful."

A voice suddenly sounded from the side where there was no one at first, and the breath blowing on Hypnos' earlobe made him tremble.

"Prosser?"

The familiar playful tone made him quickly realize who the person next to him was.

"Of course it's me." Prosser glanced at him in surprise, "I was going to meet you, but I didn't expect to meet you halfway."

Hypnos laughed dryly.

He didn't expect Prosser to pick him up at all, and he didn't expect to see him again under such circumstances.

Think about it, before leaving, he left two memories for the other party, one is the back view with countless friendships hidden, and the other is the pretentious but deep conversation.

The so-called five-year separation is like saying "Since I can't be your lover, I will be your best friend".

He tries to impress enough to warrant a better reunion.

But now... a dark corridor, a door with a crack open, inside the door are three big men gossiping, and outside the door is him who is eavesdropping.

Under such circumstances, the two of them met.

This is a bit embarrassing.

The person involved has been listening for an indeterminate amount of time. Whether Hypnos did it on purpose or not, he will definitely not be able to take off his eavesdropping hat.

Whether he likes it or not, the ideal meeting is ruined by the uncontrollable development of the situation.

Now the two of them are staring at each other, and the atmosphere has gone in a subtle direction forever.

Prosser looked him up and down, keenly saw his changes, and said happily, "I've made a lot of progress."

One of the two silent people has an opening, and the other can also feel relaxed.

Hypnos put on his lazy smile after five years and said: "It's okay, I will despise myself if I don't make progress under the merciless training of the mother god."

"Well, Hypnos didn't say such things before." Prosser blinked and joked, "You should be more calm."

Hypnos waved his hand, "Please forgive me, how can I calm down when I live under the hands of the Mother Goddess."

"Oh, then I don't know if the tired Lord Sleeping God wants to have a drink with me," Proserby said, and gestured, "I treat you."

This made Hypnos laugh.

"Should I call you my lord? Your Highness the Empress of the Underworld."

"Tsk," Proser was speechless, "I told them to call me His Highness Prosser, what kind of Queen, I'm not a woman."

Hypnos crossed his arms, and the two of them were talking about old times in such a dark place.

"Then you can also let them call you Mingjun."

"Don't make trouble."

Mingjun what the hell!

Prosser rolled his eyes and greeted, "Let's go."

Hypnos followed without hesitation.

As the distance approached, the shadows of the two people gradually overlapped.

They walked side by side through the corridors with many corners in Hades Hall, and the torches on the wall burned quietly.

Under this quiet and unknown light, Hypnos sighed: "I really didn't expect that there will be so many changes in Hades."

Before Proser came, Hades had changed the least.

Prosser laughed and said, "Change means chaos. Hades is the lord of order, so of course he doesn't like chaos."

"By the way," Hypnos suddenly remembered what Minos and the others said, "What's the matter with the bed full of flowers and His Majesty wearing an invisibility cloak?"

When this topic was mentioned, Prosser's expression became bad, and he said in a flat voice: "It's the seven-year itch."

"...With all due respect, it has only been two years since you were snatched back from Wuming Island?"

"Hehe," Prosser showed a dangerous look, and his tone became more serious, "Hypnos."

"..."

"I didn't want to discuss these topics with you today!"

"..."

"But... since you must want to know!" Prosser said blankly, "That bastard didn't get along with me in bed, so he wore an invisibility cloak to hide from me all day long."

Hypnos: "..."

Prosser kept complaining to the speechless sleepy god as if he had been opened up.

"Let me tell you! Hades surpassed the score! He didn't even have sex with me once after that day! Do you understand? Anyway, I was the one who was robbed, how could you be so cold to me!"

"..."

"Also! He even sleeps wearing an invisibility cloak, I can't find him even if I try to find him!"

"..."

"Now that you don't even have the benefits of kissing and touching, it's better not to get married!"

Prosser snorted, looking very dissatisfied.

Just as they were chatting and walking through the quiet corridor, the figure who should not be seen quietly heard their conversation and heard Prosser's complaints.

"I have a few questions." Hypnos raised his hand sincerely, "You use flowers and lights to destroy His Majesty's spirit and eyes, so shouldn't His Majesty have the consciousness to hide from you?"

Prosser twitched the corner of his mouth, "I torment him like this because he won't satisfy me on the bed, okay?"

"Then His Majesty wears an invisibility cloak?"

"It's because I always cuddle and kiss him."

"Your Majesty won't go back to sleep?"

"Need to say?" Prosser puffed out his chest confidently, "Of course I didn't let him sleep."

With these words, Hypnos was convinced.

And someone who has been listening for a long time has an unclear expression, and it seems that he is not in a good mood.

He swallowed, and tried his best to organize his words, trying not to let Prosser beat him to death.

"Do not die."

Why don't you understand?

Prosser glanced at him, "Nonsense, I'm cultivating Hades' resistance, obviously he's also very comfortable, why hide?"

A certain figure approached him silently.

Prosser is not worried about what Hypnos is worried about at all, he trusts his intuition more than normal reason, not to mention that this is the life of a couple!

When he thought of that night, he really had endless aftertaste!

His pale skin was stamped by himself that day, and he would unconsciously frown when he was emotional.The pitch-black hair spread all over his body, and the sparkling water light covered his eyes lightly.

At this time, Prosser saw his own face in those eyes that did not contain his emotions.

The momentary meeting of spirit and flesh, along with the intimate love words spit out from the mouth from time to time, became the best adjustment.

So when my hand touched Hades' neck, I felt his subtle but absolutely real trembling, and the ambiguous kiss became fuel as the passion escalated.

At that time, I was like being burned by a fire, and he became a cold spring that extinguished the flame.

In that indescribable indulging who took the initiative, I occasionally looked in a trance, while his vision was blurred, and in the most authentic display of each other, let the pleasure erode.

Thinking of this, Prosser said slowly: "Hypnos, you are right, Hades and I are a perfect match."

He remembered what Hypnos said to him many years ago and he didn't pursue it further.

While Prosser and Hypnos were having a conversation, the person who was complaining didn't know that Hades under the invisibility cloak was beside them, so he didn't expect that the bastard he was talking about could hear him bluntly. Almost like a whisper.

He was unprepared, so even though Prosser paid attention to controlling the volume, it wasn't that he didn't make a sound.

And this also caused his thoughts to be clearly passed on to Hades, unexpectedly causing the other party to stop their evasion.

Of course, he didn't know these things, and now he was mainly immersed in the things he had just realized.

Because he suddenly discovered that not only was he irresistible to Hades's attitude, but maybe he was also irresistible in Hades' eyes.

It was precisely because he understood this that he understood Hades' avoidance of him during this time.

Prosser thought firmly in his heart: "Addicted...he is afraid that he will be addicted to me."