After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

in the forest.

"Psyche!"

Aldous jumped out of the grass, wiped the blood from his face, and frantically poked the surrounding bushes.

He clearly heard Psyche's voice just now, she was calling him nearby.

But when he rushed out, there was nothing in the forest except the dead moonlight.

Is he hallucinating?

Aldous forced his anxious heart to calm down.

He bent down and carefully examined the remaining clues on the ground... But the dew was heavy at night, and the ground was covered with fallen leaves and gravel, so there was no trace of it at all.

But it is impossible for him to hallucinate, Psyche must be around here.

Aldous spat, and angrily hammered down the tree trunk next to him.

"Damn!"

What exactly abducted her?

"what……!"

Suddenly, the screams of his subordinates came through not far away, and Ado was startled, and rushed over in three steps at a time.

I saw that three of their companions actually... turned into stones.

Those three men had ferocious faces, holding their swords up and sprinting forward, as if they were carefully carved by a skilled craftsman.

Everyone looked at each other.

These people were willing to come out with Aldos before, but they were tempted by the bounty. No one believed that there were really monsters in the woods... Now it seems that there is something strange in this forest... There is a monster that can silently kill the monsters. A phantom of man turned to stone.

"This... this is God's wrath!"

Someone yelled, and panic immediately spread in the gloomy woods.

The crowd no longer cared about the reward, and ran away without waiting for Ados to speak.

"Come back!" Aldos beheaded a deserter in a rage, but the rest fled in all directions, unable to catch up again.

"hateful!"

Aldos cursed angrily, wishing to uproot this forest for a while.

It's just a stone statue, what's the big deal, they're all guys less courageous than the tip of a needle!

Forget it, even if he is alone, he must rescue Psyche!

He's not afraid of any soul-eating monsters.

Aldos took a few quick breaths to calm down, and his ferocious gaze suddenly caught sight of the three stone statues of gladiators.

wrong.

He knew all the more than 30 people he hired, but there didn't seem to be these three people.

Athos walked over, and suddenly saw the kingdom emblem on the arms of the three men—the emblem also petrified with them.

Aldous's heart tightened suddenly.

He recognized the secret mark of the badge.

...These three were actually King Chloe's people.

Inside the palace.

King Chloe was a little surprised when he heard that the three spies he had sent out were all dead.

"Addos killed?"

The subordinate shook his head in panic, "No...it turned into stone."

Chloe was so cunning and scheming, so she was also taken aback when she heard this.

It's a joke, monsters like Lu Junke are only in legends, how could they really exist.

He felt that those idiots must have been stained with some kind of venom, or something terrible, so they made it like this.

"Adous heard Princess Psyche's cry in the forest..." the subordinate whispered, "But when I searched for it, there was no one there. Everyone said that it was the ghost of Princess Psyche... ..."

Chloe immediately reprimanded the man to shut up.

"Trash. You can't do things yourself, and you still make these excuses!"

The subordinate was slapped on the face and stammered, not daring to talk back anymore.

"Send someone again. As long as they see her, they will be killed."

Chloe made a gesture, and suddenly remembered that there was another princess in the palace.

Psyche's older sister, Agnes.

She shed the blood of the former king.

In the past few days, she was also running around looking for news about Psyche.

Chloe doesn't want to leave any troubles, since Psyche's life and death are unknown for the time being, then he will get rid of the easy ones first...

The white sickle and crescent moon in the night sky turned into a silver plate full of desire to erode. Time flies, only a few withered crows returning late in the forest circle the palace day after day.

There are no four seasons in the palace, and the days of living in it are like flowing water.If you leave alone the loneliness, you will be at ease.

It took three full days for the wound on Psyche's leg to heal.

In fact, she was quite puzzled, since that person has the ability to heal with divine power, why didn't he just cure her, and waste so much effort to pull out the poison little by little?

But the man said, "Psyche, I just want to appear beside you in a more human form."

More human?

Psyche was dumbfounded.

Did he really intend to live with her for so long?

After the venom from her body was pulled out, she was kept on the bed for nearly seven or eight days one after another, allowing her to move around a little.

Her skin was originally fair, but after being bored in the house for many days, when she was suddenly exposed to the sun, her snow-white skin was even more white than before, like the morning mist in the sky that was not stained with dust.

When the moonlight fell again, the man took her for a walk in the courtyard.

This day is also quite special, it is Psyche's 19th birthday.

She had forgotten it herself, and calculated it based on the waxing and waning of the moon in the sky.

"Your birthday?" He clasped her hand with his slender and white palm, a little ashamed, "I'm sorry dear, I didn't prepare a gift."

Psyche smiled slightly, "It's okay."

In the past, when she was in the palace, her parents were very pampered and doted on, and her birthday was celebrated with great excitement by the whole country.

Now that her parents are gone, and she is no longer the princess of the stars, it is natural to omit these red tapes.

She lowered her head, a strand of restless hair slipped to her chin, and her clear eyes were inadvertently filled with nostalgia for the past.

This nostalgia is so shallow, but her every move still falls into the eyes of that person.

He was silent for a moment, and looked up at the clusters of roses on the edge of the terrace.

"Want flowers?"

Psyche also looked in his direction.

Those bunches of roses grew under her bedroom.It opened late at night, and the location was neither high nor low, so she couldn't touch it at all.

"Too high." She sighed.

He let go of her hand, spread his wings, flew up among the thorns a hundred feet above the castle, and plucked the branch closest to the moonlight.

The flower branches and the black thorns outside the castle are intertwined, protruding long and sharp thorns.

He just picked it up with his hands, and the long thorns pierced his palms with blood.

He spread the rose in the palm of his hand, and the blood trickled down his fingers, "Here."

Even though he knew that he was not a human being with the ability to heal himself, Psyche couldn't help but let out a secret cry.

The floating floral fragrance was mixed with a faint smell of blood, which made Psyche a little afraid to accept it for a moment.

"Don't you like this one?" He murmured in a low voice, "Which one do you like, tell me, and I'll get it for you."

Psyche hurriedly waved his hand and took the rose in his hand, "No, it's fine."

She pinched the soft rose petals, and her fingertips were also stained with scarlet blood.

Psyche hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but said, "Your hand is hurt."

He smiled nonchalantly, silly.

"Don't worry about me," he said. "You know, they can't hurt me."

He stood against the light under the bright moonlight, and his body was also covered with some cold and timeless fragrance.

Those bright moon-like wings were bundled obediently behind his back, and the moonlight shone on his face. The side face was still bright and dark, as if it was always covered with a layer of black veil.

The two stood facing each other, one facing the moonlight and the other facing the darkness.

A warm night breeze blew through the air at the right time, and it was also wrapped in the delicate fragrance of roses.

Psyche held the flower branch with both hands, and lowered his head anxiously, like a fairy in the mountains and forests under the moon dew.

He seemed to admire her appearance very much, and stood there staring at her for a long time, conveying unreservedly euphemistic admiration.

The atmosphere between them became indescribable because of a rose.

Psyche's heart pounded.

The atmosphere is so romantic.She was even a little worried that Little Cupid was nearby, raising a golden arrow...to shoot through her heart.

He came over and wrapped those wings around her fingers first, and then around her waist.

He pecked the side of her neck pensively.Psyche felt that he was surrounded by a cloud of white mist, and his breathing was blocked.

She rolled her eyes in a panic, and her palm accidentally touched something slightly sticky.

——It was the palm of his hand, which was still bleeding.

The confused mind suddenly regained consciousness.

She resisted his figure that was about to fall down, and said carefully, "Your hand is still bleeding...Let me bandage it for you first?"

He held her wrist with his backhand, and her slender white wrist was completely stained with blood.

He said again, "No need."

In his strange and charming tenderness, Psyche struggled to maintain his sanity.

Psyche took the initiative to kiss his cheek lightly, "Let me bandage it for you, okay?"

As she spoke, he was pushed by her onto the dewy grass.

Psyche sat up alone, tore a small piece of fabric from the tulle of the dress, took his hand, and tied it into a bow at the wound.

It was the first time for Psyche to do such a thing, taking the initiative to touch the hand of a strange man.

His hands are really well-defined, but not too thin, every inch of muscle is saturated and round, just right like the warm moonlight.

She couldn't help but wonder what the face of the owner of such hands looks like.

Appearance without salt?Blue-faced fangs?Or is it as full of rough fighter temperament as Aldous?

According to legend, the monster Lu Junke is good at changing, and this form should be just one of his thousands of changes.

Psyche kept being cautious, her fingertips trembling slightly, while cautiously peeking at the other person's expression.

Fortunately, the man didn't make things difficult for him, and just let her hold his hand meekly.

He half leaned on the grass, "It's very smooth?"

Psyche hummed vaguely, "The court priestess taught me."

He suddenly held her palm, and asked without joy or anger, "Honey, have you ever touched anyone before?"

Psyche was startled, for a while he didn't understand what his question meant.

"Ah..." The next moment, she was pressed heavily on the grass by that man, and both wrists were pressed under his palms.

— half of the half-tied bow is loose.

Psyche was caught off guard, and couldn't help puffing up his mouth slightly, "Let go of me, what's wrong with me?"

He sprinkled warm currents in a deep and focused manner, and rubbed her wrist obsessively, "My dear, I'm asking if these lovely hands have been polluted by other people?"