You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

The best season is when the flowers and trees fall in spring. Many people like to say that.

The girl picked up a handful of petals, she watched them in a daze, then stretched out her hand, endowed them with life, let them fly up to the sky again, they lingered in front of the flowers and wanted to return to the branches, she showed a Smile, reach out and let them fall on your fingers.

Let's call it Butterfly, she thought.

The white-haired girl woke up from a dream. She fell asleep at some point, and she actually dreamed about the past of Youchun in the past. It was really strange. She hadn't dreamed of her youth for a long time.

She sat up slowly, feeling that there was no pain anywhere on her body, she covered her chest, couldn't help coughing again, and tasted blood.

"When did I fall asleep?" She walked out and couldn't help asking.

"After dinner yesterday, I found you asleep when I found you." Moros replied, "Have you slept enough now?"

"It's okay." She said, raising her hand to comb her hair, "I didn't do anything strange."

"You don't sleepwalk," Moros said.

Prometheus has always been very optimistic about Moros's honesty, so she didn't continue to ask any questions, but sat down, combed her hair slowly, put them behind her head, and combed them into a With a smooth bun, she yawned slightly, looking like a rabbit just waking up.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?" Moros asked.

"Actually, it's okay." The white-haired girl said softly, "There will always be uncomfortable places."

She said lazily, putting her chin on her knees, "It will be better to take care of it in the future."

She put up a finger, "For example, go to exercise more."

"It's incredible that the word "sports" came from you."

Moros said, the girl tapped his head dissatisfiedly, "I'm not lazy, to be fair, I've really walked a lot in my life."

"Well, I was wrong," Moros admitted, scooping up a ladle of water from the lake and pouring it patiently under the tree, "I got you some boards, you can get one in the hall swing."

The girl smiled.

"I think it's really nice there." She said softly, "Whether you want one, you can stand and swing, or sit."

"Sit down," Moros said.

"The sitting one needs you to push it." She said softly, "If I'm not here, who do you ask to push it?"

"Master Tartarus." Moros said, suddenly seemed to remember something, "No, he will let me push at most."

"Don't tell him about the swing," Moros said with lingering fear.

He stared at the lake, "Then I'll wait until you come back to play."

"Then it will take a long time." The girl said softly.

"You have to promise." Moros turned his head, with a faint golden light in his black eyes, the girl raised a hand with a smile, "Okay."

She stretched out her little finger and touched Moros's hand, "I promise."

The two fingers were hooked together, which was a ceremony to make the most unbreakable vows. The girl's serene purple eyes looked solemn and firm, and her hands did not tremble in the slightest.

But he still couldn't help worrying about her.

As long as she stays with him, he must make her as well as possible, Moros thought. He asked Lord Chaos and Lord Tartarus, and they all said that in their knowledge, there is nothing wrong with this kind of exhaustion. , there is no way.

"You think, as a god without a crown, she has suffered so many injuries, and now she can still look alive and kicking is already amazing." Tartarus said, "What else can I do?"

"And Aphrodite's elixir and golden apples, she has eaten, and there is still no improvement. Her current body is a bottomless pit, which you can't fill."

The God of the Abyss seemed to remember something, Tartarus said, "but if she wears the crown, I guess everything will be alright."

"Lord Chaos said she would never be crowned by a king." Moros said softly.

"By king," repeated Tartarus, as exaggeratedly as if reciting a chant.

Moros blinked.

He seems to see some kind of hope, but is there really no king in the world? Besides the king, who has the ability to crown the gods?

Wearing the crown of a god is a very important thing in one's life. After wearing the crown, the strength of the god is completely different from before. It is possible to expand many times, and the priesthood is either granted by the king of the gods, or devours the gods held before.

Moros shook his head.

He decided not to think about it.

"Speaking of which, I think you eat a little less every meal." Moros said softly, "What's wrong."

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm used to not eating." Prometheus said softly, "It's a bit disgusting to resume eating at first, but maybe it will get better slowly."

"That's it." Moros nodded, "That's good."

She wasn't lying, she hadn't eaten water or rice for too many years. When Moros was traveling, she had no food for a few days.

When he found a place to eat, he found that he felt full and nauseous after eating only a little.

Not to mention she hasn't eaten in 1000 years.

During her long captivity, she did not eat anything, because among the punishments she was sentenced to, she was not allowed to eat or drink.

At the beginning, she would be hungry, and then gradually lost consciousness, leaving only a burning pain in her stomach, and then gradually forgot the taste of food and the feeling of water. After she was released, she ate for the first time I vomited it all up, and when there was nothing left to vomit, I began to vomit blood and bile.

She braced herself against the wall with her hands to keep herself from falling.

Then go back, make a new one for yourself, and continue eating.

She didn't want to be knocked down by this kind of thing, even though she knew it was normal not to be able to eat, and she was not a person who could eat.

The second is the old wound, although the wound has healed, but when it rains on a cloudy day, I still feel that every bone is aching, as if forcing her to recall the past when they were injured, and the internal organs are also shrunk in pain.

She has indeed been imprisoned and tortured for too long. Although she is among the undead, it does not mean that she can be completely restored. The king of gods undoubtedly knows this. He holds the power to crown the gods. If she wants to restore her body And power, you have to become his subject.

Eternal subject.

The girl showed a faint smile, "I think it may be because my cooking skills have regressed, or if you do it, maybe I think it tastes better."

Moros looked at his hands seriously for a while.

"What if it's even more unpalatable?" The black-haired young man asked seriously.

"Then I'll be merciful and save you." The girl said with a smile, "I've said it all, I want to teach you how to cook, otherwise you'd be sitting here miserable every day waiting for the Nemesis to feed you. Poor."

"Okay, I will work hard." The black-haired young man said solemnly.

The girl shrank back a bit, "What a serious expression, I didn't know that I thought I was instigating you to kill someone."

Moros smiled lightly, "What do you like to eat?"

"Sweet." The girl said simply and straightforwardly, "I want sweet."

She seemed to think of something, "Ah, I really want to get some nectar to eat."

"It's winter on the ground now." Moros said softly, "But I remember that there is some stock in the Empress of the Underworld. I can try to ask her if she still has enough to eat."

Prometheus nodded and looked at Moros with a smile, "I didn't expect you to have a lot of friends."

"You told me to make more friends." Moros smiled, put the bucket down, and looked up at the tree. It was still shining and radiant, and it didn't seem to be short of water.

"Of course it's good to make more friends." The girl said with a smile, she also stood up and stretched her waist like a rabbit pulling herself very long, "I'm going to feed the sheep, they Must be hungry."

"Don't worry." The girl turned her head and said with a smile, "I really had an accident yesterday."

"No," Moros replied. "Don't worry."

Prometheus rolled his eyes and smiled, turned his head and left.

Moros stretched out his hand and pressed his chest. His heart beat calmly and powerfully, which showed that he was an extremely powerful god.

Prometheus saw this movement from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help sighing. Moros was naturally delicate, and every time he saw a bird hurt, he would even feel pain. Tartarus often laughed at him for this, he But he gave up making himself hard-hearted.

Please let me always feel the sorrow and the pain, she knew he made such a vow.

However, it is because of this that he is Moros, the god of destiny, not a vassal of the tree of destiny.

The girl touched the head of the black sheep. She raised her head, and a pigeon landed on the sheepfold. She stretched out her hand and pulled out the paper roll from the pigeon's feet, with a pensive expression on her face.

She hugged the sheep and buried her face in their soft and warm fur. Sheep are really good, black sheep are also good, and white sheep are also good. If there are other colors, they are probably also good.

Moros walked over and saw the girl and the lamb hugging each other again, kissing each other.

He suddenly felt that this goddess was probably a black sheep.

She is the black sheep who is lively, energetic, smart, and never conforms to the rules. She is called the black sheep.

The girl stood up and smiled at him, "Then let me see your cooking skills." She said with a smile, "I'll go back to my room to check things first."

She turned around happily, walked into the room, lit a lamp and opened a book, looking very happy.

After all, after a while, there will probably be something sweet to eat.

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