After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

There is no such thing as day and night on the holy mountain of Olympus, and the dawn shines on the sea of ​​clouds forever.

The next day Psyche changed into a new outfit.

The long light golden hair is held up by a ribbon, which is dotted with sporadic small flowers of various colors.

Two thin strands of hair hang down between the temples, and a butterfly with fluttering wings is drawn at the left and right eye ends.

The colors are bold, romantic and gorgeous.

When the other fairies saw it, they couldn't help whispering again.

"What kind of makeup is this, I haven't seen it before."

"It's a bit contrived."

"There is no star on the corner of the skirt, and there is not a single gem on it."

"I think my hair looks good, but it's actually weird and vulgar. His Highness the God of Love hates to scribble on his face."

……

"Uh, you don't know, is this painted by His Highness the God of Love?"

Those fairies couldn't see, and their Highness, the God of Love, was being scolded by Psyche at this moment.

Behind the mountain peak of the temple, there is a warehouse full of grain.

At this moment, Psyche was half-kneeling on the floor of the warehouse, busy separating the mixed seeds of wheat, millet, vetch, and broad beans, and sorting them into different categories.

All this work must be done before dark, or you will be punished.

According to her agreement with Cupid, she had to undergo some severe trials before she could leave him.

This grain work is the first task.

Psyche frowned slightly, and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

I still remember that in the early morning, when Cupid brought her here, he leaned nonchalantly in front of the warehouse door, his face as calm as water.

"Don't look at me, this is all the task your mother gave you, I'm just a supervisor."

After all, he shook the things in his hand.

It was a long whip made of snakeskin, and it was engraved with the emblem of the Goddess of Beauty, presumably it was her "punishment" if she failed to complete the task.

Psyche objected at the time.

"This is too much, even if you don't eat or drink, you can't finish it in one day. Can you give me a few more days?"

The man let out an oh, as if touched a little, and stroked her cheek gently.

Psyche thought he was softening his heart, but he shook his head coldly.

"No."

Psyche bit her bright red lips.

I knew he wasn't that easy to talk to.

"...Okay. Give me a sieve and I'll try my best."

Unexpectedly, he still shook his head, "No way."

Psyche suddenly panicked, and didn't even give her tools. Could it be that she had to pick out so many grains with bare hands?

She complained lazily, "If you don't even give me a sieve, even if I can finish picking, my hands will be useless."

"If the trial is simple, can it still be called a trial?"

With a faint smile on Cupid's lips, he said to her slowly, "Honey, since you promised to accept the trial, do you have to abide by the rules?"

Psyche was suddenly discouraged.

She knew that every time he reasoned with her in such a meticulous manner, there was no room for negotiation.

This person is usually kind and obedient to her, why did he lose the chain at a critical moment?

Psyche pondered for a moment, then said with difficulty, "Then you brought me here. Why don't you be a little more flexible, otherwise if I can't complete the task, you won't be able to explain..."

Cupid looked calm, "It's very easy to explain. The task is yours and has nothing to do with me. I just need to punish it."

As he spoke, Shen Shen raised her jaw, showing his interest in her unabashedly, "And it's right that you can't finish it. Let you finish all the tasks... My dear, don't you just run away?"

Psyche finally saw how bad he was.

She raised her head slightly, trembling her eyelashes, "Cupid, you mean it."

He smiled lightly, raised her wrist and kissed it confidently, "Yes. I did it on purpose for you."

……

So Psyche was locked up in the warehouse alone.

The dark environment virtually increases the difficulty of classification work.The warehouse is a closed space. Once the door is closed, no sunlight comes in. She can only classify in the dark by the dim light in the cracks and the feel of different grains.

It was already noon now, and more than half of the time had passed.

Even if Psyche picks the grains in such a hurry that his eyes are blurred, he only completes a handful.

However... the warehouse is big enough to accommodate hundreds of sheep, and the grains are densely mixed together, in piles like hills.

Psyche sighed sadly.

Even if she had ten hands, she couldn't finish dividing them before dark.

Although she knew that the tasks he gave must be extremely difficult, she never thought that the first level would be so difficult.

Retaliation, definitely retaliation.

After thinking about it, Psyche felt that Cupid must have hated her for turning his back on him a few days ago, so he made so many obstacles on purpose to embarrass her.

But she didn't know that he was the God of Cupid at that time... Otherwise, even if she had ten courages, she wouldn't dare to go to the Temple of the God of Cupid to make trouble.

She touched tens of thousands of grains this morning, and the nerves at her fingertips were a little dull.

I'm hungry too, and I've been busy all morning, and I've already put my heart on my back.

What was even more frustrating was that a group of termites appeared out of nowhere to eat her grains, so many and small that they couldn't keep up.

When she finally finished with the termites, the small handful of grains that had been divided with great difficulty were also messed up.

Psyche was going crazy.

At this moment, the warehouse door opened heavily.

Snow-white light leaked in through the crack of the door and just shone on Psyche.

She subconsciously blocked it with her arm, but saw that it was the man coming.

Cupid looked down and caught a glimpse of the scattered grains on the ground, his brows sank sadly.

"Honey, I have to say, your destructive power is amazing."

Psyche held his throat and refused to speak.

... Isn't it thanks to him?

"It's too dark." She rubbed her eyes sourly, "My eyes hurt."

Cupid stroked her fried hair affectionately, and threw a piece of black bread to her.

"This is the lunch prepared by the God of Beauty for you."

How can that bread be called bread? It fell on the ground and made a "clang".

You don't have to think about it, it's harder than a rock.

Psyche looked at the black thing, a little skeptical about life.

"Is this really something people can eat?"

Cupid had a half-smile, "It doesn't look like he has much appetite, but he can still eat when he's extremely hungry."

Psyche's face darkened.

She finally understood, what a gentle gentleman, she is just a silly girl who was tricked into going to Olympus.

Psyche looked at him angrily, but the man ignored her dissatisfaction at all, and only tugged her earlobe encouragingly.

"Come on, there are still so many millet."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

Psyche sucked in a breath of cold air, thinking that his departure was really straightforward.

However, if he left like this, it meant that she would have to suffer from hunger all afternoon.

If he took on the delicate work of dividing grain, he might just faint in the warehouse.

"monster."

She called out in a low voice, and her little finger wrapped around a corner of his clothes in time.Raising his head, his eyes looked up at him helplessly and pitifully, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Don't go."

The man visibly froze.

He leaned over and knelt down, his bony hand pinched the back of her neck without hesitation, and said affectionately but indifferently, "What do you call me? Hmm?"

He is usually as soft as autumn water, and he rarely has such a domineering moment.

Psyche looked into his eyes, very dumb, as if covered with a layer of mist, dumb fog.

"Monster," she said emphatically, and when she poked her head out, her soft lips touched his chin, and the cold tears on her cheeks were inadvertently stained.

"...I don't eat that."

Cupid's eyes suddenly fell into complete darkness.

Back in the Forest Palace, she thought he was a monster.

Now that he calls it out brightly, it has become her unique nickname for him.

No matter how hard-hearted a person is, they will not be able to stand hearing her whimpering.

He held her face in his hands and was about to fight back mercilessly.

...but was blocked by her hand.

"You haven't answered me yet."

Her brows were raised, and her eyes shone slightly.

Cupid grabbed her wrist that was in the way without thinking.

"Don't eat, don't eat." He said in a hazy breath, "What do you like to eat, tell me, um, I'll bring you all from the sky..."

He was really annoyed by her, teasing her coldly had no future for her, so he wished he could hold her in the palm of his hand immediately and crush her into pieces.

In the past, it was only him who seduced her carefully, but now she suddenly retaliated, but it was more fatal than anything else.

……

When he came out of the warehouse, Venus cleared his throat with a hoarse throat and a somewhat embarrassed demeanor.

He stopped for a moment, and then a beautiful woman with snow skin came out from inside.

Cupid held her hand tightly and whispered in her ear, "I'll take you to Apollo's banquet for a meal."

She smiled, as sincere as a sheep, "As long as it's not black bread."

The fairies onlookers were dumbfounded.

Is this Aphrodite's prisoner?Didn't you agree that Venus rejected her and punished her to work in the warehouse for a day?

……

Among the busy gods of Olympus, two are the most delicious, one is Dionysus, the god of wine, and the other is Apollo, the sun god.

Dionysus held a banquet purely for the purpose of brewing and tasting wine, but the latter had an impure purpose.

Apollo held banquets in his own shrine every now and then, inviting some young and beautiful fairies to study music and philosophy issues with them.

Chatting and chatting, they hit it off, and it's all the friendship that was chatted at the banquet.

When Cupid and Psyche arrived, the banquet was in full swing.

The vast grassland is filled with a wide variety of delicacies, and the fragrance of wine can be smelled from a long distance away.

Apollo was sitting in the center of the venue, playing and singing lire lonely and melancholy, attracting many single female fairies to watch, his whole body exuding dazzling brilliance.

Psyche had never seen so many gods before, and it was really more lively than the paintings on the murals.

Cupid tightened her hand, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Honey, aren't you hungry? Let go and eat."

Psyche's roots quietly turned red.

As soon as Cupid appeared on the stage, many eyes had already turned towards them.

Many people secretly smiled tacitly, because according to the past practice, where the God of Cupid appears, there must be a love affair.

But today...it seems to be different.

Venus didn't hold the golden arrow, but he was holding a strange girl by the hand.

Zephyros met them face to face, and said with a smile, "Hey, isn't this my Highness the God of Cupid?"

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to Psyche, "Princess Psyche is here?"

Psyche was wondering how this person knew her, but after being reminded, he remembered that this is the God of West Wind, and it was all thanks to this person that she was able to ride the clouds before.

Psyche nodded politely.

Cupid was about to leave calmly, but Zephyros poked him with an elbow and lowered his voice, "Hey, have you washed your clothes? Just now I didn't say a word of Apollo's tricks on me. Are you enough friends?"

Cupid smiled gracefully.

He whispered with a vague look, "Friend, we don't have to keep talking about this, understand?"

Before he could finish speaking, the golden-haired Sun God had already looked towards them.

"Oh?"

Apollo walked straight over, but bypassed Cupid and came directly to Psyche.

His handsome eyebrows frowned suddenly, surprised and blamed, "You, you...why are you still with him?"

At this moment, Psyche slightly raised his head, only to realize that the person in front of him was Apollo who was revered by everyone.

——the one who once gave her the oracle.

Seeing that the girl timidly did not answer, Apollo looked at Cupid again.

"you%……?"

"Don't say it." Cupid raised his eyebrows, with a touch of tenderness, "She did it voluntarily."

Apollo patted his forehead in annoyance, and was so angry that he didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, he could only say dryly, "Don't follow the oracle, okay, you mortals."

In order to avenge Daphne, he used almost all the most vicious words in the world on Cupid in the previous oracle to Psyche. He thought that Cupid would be the one, but... just show him this?

The envoy beside him opportunely speculated in Apollo's ear, "She must have been given a golden arrow, otherwise no one would be able to disobey your oracle."

Apollo nodded solemnly.

indeed.

Who can refuse the oracle of Apollo, the sun god?

Apollo sighed, "You are too despicable, you dare to bring her to Olympus. Be careful that Aphrodite knows, and fight her for three days and three nights."

There was a sneer on Cupid's lips.

Mean?But he was wronged to death.

He didn't use the "despicable" in Apollo's mouth.

Psyche couldn't help following him, couldn't he?

Seeing this embarrassing appearance, Cupid couldn't help but feel very happy.

In front of Apollo and all the gods, he naturally pecked Psyche's forehead.

"Come on, dear, let's go over there and ignore these jealous people."

Apollo: Am I a sour and jealous person?

For a moment, the limelight of the banquet was taken away by the god of love who suddenly appeared, and everyone looked enviously at the back of the pair of people, leaving the brilliant sun god aside.

Apollo gritted his teeth hard.

become.

It's like who can't find a girlfriend!

He called out the divine envoy and said word by word, "Immediately, immediately, hurry up, find me the most beautiful fairy in the heaven and earth, she must be prettier than Psyche, and say that the god wants to invite her to a banquet." ...! Three days of banquet! This god wants to propose directly!"