After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

In the thick golden hall of the sun god, the musicians played the harp, and the faces of all the gods were flushed with drunkenness.

Psyche walked through the crowd alone, holding the gold cutlery in his hand, forking the food as close as possible to him.

She came here to replenish her physical strength, and she didn't want to attract too many eyes, but unfortunately, things backfired.

The fairies all knew that it was she who stole the heart of Cupid, and they all cast their scrutinizing gazes at the same time.

Psyche vaguely knew the true meaning of those gazes.

Xin Envy, Appreciation... more is to look down on, even with a little fun of watching jokes.

She is beautiful, with butterfly-like eyebrows and eyelashes, round and plump red lips, coupled with Sheng Xue's muscle light, it can be described as thrilling at first glance.

But the godhead of Olympus can never be obtained just by being beautiful.

Even though she is as beautiful as Aphrodite, she still has an ancient bloodline, a noble godhead, and thousands of years of pursuit.

And she, like so many beautiful girls in the world who are favored by gods, is just a moment of love for gods.

Relying on their beauty to gain God's short-term favor, spend a dewy relationship with God, and then God forgets them and looks for another dewy relationship.

That's it.

After hearing these discussions, Psyche's face became as swollen as a boiled shrimp, and he turned around and entered the flower gallery next to him.

The mottled flower shadows covered part of her embarrassment, but the fairies' teasing laughter still lingered in her ears, like quicksand overflowing through the ears... reminding her that the god of love can pamper her. She loves her, gives her a gorgeous palace, and dresses that are as bright as stars, but alone will not give her a complete marriage.

Because she was just a temporary pastime for God, that's all.

Sitting on the cold stone porch, Psyche fell into a momentary trance.

She was trapped in an unprecedented embarrassing situation, with a dilemma and an unknown future.

Such a lively banquet in the god world was a hundred times more grand than the mortal Dionysus Festival, but it was full of strangeness everywhere.

The only person she knows and can rely on is Cupid.

To some extent, it was indeed she who flattered him.

Psyche hid in the flower gallery for a long time, and did not dare to poke his head out until the number of people outside gradually decreased.

Suddenly, she stepped on a gray object.

Psyche bent down and saw that it was an arrow, very thin, only half the thickness of a little finger, but the whole body had a gray and cold luster.

She picked it up, and it was a lead arrow—the legendary lead arrow that can stop mad love.

Psyche stared at it for half a second, it was the first time she saw this thing.

……

Go straight in the direction pointed by the lead arrow, bypass the winding gallery, and come to an open small fountain after a while.

The four walls of the small fountain are covered by patches of flowers, and there is a strong fragrance from a long distance.

The lush trees here are shaded, almost covering the sky, only part of the sunlight sifted down, drowsy, as if covered with a layer of soft veil, far less dazzling than the sunlight above the Temple of the Sun God.

Psyche noticed that the fog was heavy here.

Even though it is already noon, as mortals say, there is still a thick layer of dew hanging on the treetops, and the crystal water drops will hang between the branches and leaves before they fall to the ground, and they will be drenched all over if they move a little.

It's a secluded place.

Psyche wandered around in the forest behind the mountain for a while, as if lost.

She had a slight tendency towards road obsession. The forest was covered with dense flowers everywhere, and the misty mist blocked her sight. In addition, there were no guide signs in the God Realm, which made her feel like walking in a maze.

Psyche rubbed his temples, feeling a little annoyed.

If the Water Fairy hadn't told her that the God of Cupid was in the back mountain, she wouldn't have come here indiscriminately.

Now she just wants to find Cupid quickly, so that he can send her back quickly... Although there is a high probability that the grains will be endless, she wants to do her best to make something.

Psyche still held the chilly lead arrow in his hand, the faint luster of the arrow could guide her.

She has to handle it carefully.

Once stabbed by this thing, you will hate the first person you see.

Thinking of this, Psyche suddenly remembered another strange thing.

Cupid himself was hit by the golden arrow and entangled her, so it stands to reason that she was the first person he saw after being hit by the arrow.

But they are separated by gods and mortals, one is in Olympus, the other is in a noisy city-state, how could it be her that he saw at first sight?

Even if he really accidentally poked himself, the first person he saw could be many, many people.

The first thing he saw was her.

Psyche thought more and more deeply.

The only possibility is that when he was hit by the arrow, he was very close to her, so close that he could be seen when he raised his eyes.

I still remember what Cupid told her when they met for the first time—he had been staring at her for a long time, but thinking about it now, it was true, and it was not just empty words that were alarmist.

Psyche stopped in his tracks with a complicated expression.

It turned out that she was the one in the urn.

No wonder for such a long period of time, she could feel that someone was capturing her, entangled her, caressed her indistinctly, and whispered to her in nightmares...she thought it was someone in a space she could not see. I have a nerve problem.

She was like a prey running in Wuliwu, but fell into an invisible net, and was sent to the palm of that person through a sacrifice.

Today, the net is getting tighter and tighter.

What's even more frightening is that her heart is being eaten away bit by bit... She is no match for him at all, and he doesn't even need to do anything extra, just lift his lips and show some tenderness Just call her, and the rationality she has accumulated with great difficulty will collapse in an instant.

Sometimes Psyche really suspected that he was the one who hit the golden arrow.

Otherwise, why did she come to Olympus with him so obsessively, and when she heard the fairies say that the God of Venus only treats her as a pastime, why did she feel lost and feel a dull pain in her heart...?

Psyche shook his head in annoyance.

He knew that she was not worthy to talk about marriage with him.

She had to resist the temptation.

She didn't want to humbly beg that person because she couldn't let go when she was abandoned one day.

Even if they were separated, she hoped that she could turn around and leave in a cool and unrestrained manner.

……

On a small piece of grass at the end of the forest, there is a small swing entwined with wisteria.

There was a mess of cups and plates on the ground, just experienced a small feast.

Cupid is on a small swing.He seemed slightly drunk, leaning on the hanging rope and closing his eyes heavily.

Looking at him up close, he is a little bit colder than murals and statues, and the nobleness unique to gods cannot be replicated by any skilled craftsman.

At the feet, a romantic and strong golden arrow was thrown loosely in the grass.

Psyche didn't dare to wake him up, quietly walked to the swing and picked up the golden arrow.

Comparing it with the lead arrows in his hand, it happened to be a pair.

Holding the double arrows in his hand, two diametrically opposite strong forces flowed through his whole body.

Psyche shuddered.

At this moment, a gentle spring breeze suddenly brushed against her head.

"What are you doing with this thing?"

When Psyche raised his head, he happened to meet Cupid's stern face.

She couldn't help being stunned, "You haven't slept."

Cupid frowned, pushed aside the two obstructive arrows, and grabbed her pair of white wrists.

"Where did you go? I searched for you for a long time, but I couldn't find you."

His hazy eyelids were only lifted a crack, and he seemed drunk, just shaking her hand like a clingy lamb next door, weak and harmless.

The tone was also hoarse, with a hint of blame, but upon listening carefully, there was an imperceptible grievance.

But the strength transmitted from his joints was real, without any concession, firmly holding her hand, full of arrogant and unquestionable monopoly.

Psyche tried to smoke, but in vain.

She could only say shyly, "I didn't go anywhere, I just got lost and couldn't find you..."

"be lost?"

Before she finished speaking, she felt her body lose her center of gravity and fell into the man's arms softly.

On the swing where the two were floating at the same time, the dew-wrapped flower branches above their heads radiated a sweet and greasy fragrance.

Under this fragrant mist, Cupid's hazy blue pupils dimmed and slid across her cheeks, staring at her brightly and deeply.

He scratched her nose, "Xiao Lu crazy."

Then he bowed his head and kissed.

Psyche's breathing was slightly stagnant.

The clear smell of wine came faintly, mixed with his unique fragrance, the fragrance was far and clear, filling her dry nasal cavity.

Cupid is usually gentle, but now he is a bit drunk, and his temperament is more like a pool of sparkling water, drifting with the flow, unrestrained, without any rules.

Psyche was immersed in it, but for some reason, a sour feeling came to his heart.

The words of those fairies came back to her mind faintly, like a spell, reminding her one after another that all the kindness he has shown her now is only temporary.

He can give her such a loving hug, and he can give it to others in the future.

It's hard to say whether she is the first person he likes, but she will definitely not be the last person he likes.

Psyche sighed a lot.

The man in front of him seemed to sense her absent-mindedness, and pinched her arm precisely.

Psyche gave him a painful look.

Cupid pinched her snow-white cheeks lightly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, with a hint of coquettishness.

"Can you concentrate a little bit, huh?"

With just such a sentence, Psyche seemed to be taken into his soul, and those messy thoughts disappeared immediately.

She looked at him obsessively, thinking, she must have been led by him again.

The saddest thing is that she still has no way to refuse.

The atmosphere returned to subtle.

However, at this moment, the shaking of the swing disturbed the treetops, and the dew fell sparsely.

Psyche let out a low cry, and the white veil immediately stuck to her body wetly.

The man on the opposite side was also dispirited by the scoop of cold rain.

"Where is the rain coming from?"

Cupid was displeased. He looked up and saw that the branches were swaying, and there was some dew.

Indeed, the place is too foggy.

Cupid sighed and had to give up.

He took off his robe and covered her, teasing somewhat helplessly, "The place of Apollo is really inauspicious."

……

At the same time, within the city-state.

King Chloe was enjoying the song and dance leisurely, and the newly married beauty in his arms was feeding him a grape bead.

He just won big.

Although the dispatched ships failed to capture Psyche, they captured Aldos who was alone on the island of Coryat.

Aldos has always been Psyche's right-hand man, and he is loyal. If he captures Aldos, he can catch Psyche and Agnes by following the clues.

These three always act in groups, and they can't do without one of them.

Athos was escorted up by five or six soldiers.

"Your Majesty!"

Aldos was forcibly kicked to the ground, but the bull's eyes like brass bells were still wide open, staring bloodshot at the person in front of him.

Chloe let go of the beauty in her arms, "I heard you surrendered voluntarily?"

Aldous drew in a contemptuous breath.

"Yes." He paused, "Otherwise, do you think your useless soldiers can catch me?"

After Psyche disappeared mysteriously on Koliat Island, Aldous suspected that she had escaped in some special way.

In order to find her, Aldous searched almost the entire island, and even ventured into the temple of Her Majesty the Goddess of Love, but he still couldn't see half of Psyche's clothes.

There is no doubt that there is a mysterious helper by her side.

It was that mysterious helper who snatched her away from him again.

Finally, Chloe's pursuers caught up.

Aldos has no other choice. With so many problems, he can't fight anyway. It's better to submit to them temporarily and use them to achieve his own goals.

Chloe chuckled, "Why do you think that this king won't kill you?"

Aldous also has a plan.

"What if I say, I know the whereabouts of another princess, Agnes?"

"Sister, get up!"

In the dark woods, you can't see the edge at a glance.

Agnes fell into a swamp, Psyche turned around in a hurry, and desperately grabbed her hand, but he couldn't pull her up.

Agnes yelled heart-piercingly at her, "Leave me alone, go quickly, or you won't be able to go!"

"no!"

The mud kept sinking, and Psyche was soaked in tears, feeling that he was exhausted, but he still couldn't pull Agnes up.

"The chaser is coming!"

Agnes cried out with tears in her eyes, and then completely let go of her hand, "Remember, even if you are left alone, you must avenge our parents!"

Agnes was quickly swallowed up by the mud.

Psyche wiped the mud off her face, and the torrential tears stung her eyes, and her heart ached so much.

Her last blood relative in this world died, but she could only watch, helpless.

Enduring the severe pain, Psyche continued to run forward alone.

However, within a short distance, he saw a person standing faintly in the mist.

That person has angel-like graceful wings, looming in the mist, standing there quietly.

Although in a daze, Psyche still suddenly felt a burst of joy.

"Cupid... Cupid...!"

Psyche called hoarsely, choked up and ran towards the phantom.

But as soon as she got closer, the phantom flew away from her like the wind.

The person in front of him mutated into Ados.

His tower-like figure suddenly blocked her way, carrying a long knife and a pocket, smiling grimly at her.

"Stop shouting, Psyche, it's me. It's useless to struggle, your sister is dead, why don't you follow me obediently!"

……

"do not come!!"

Psyche yelled and opened his eyes suddenly.

It took a few seconds for the surrounding scenery to become clear. She was sitting on the piles of grain in the warehouse, and she was still twisting two peas in her hand.

It was a dream.

Psyche let out a long breath, and his hair was wet with cold sweat.

"Who don't come here?"

A cool touch caressed her forehead, and Cupid was a short distance in front of her, looking at her softly.

"Honey, if you are lazy, just be lazy, why are you still talking in your sleep?"

Psyche's eyes froze, and the phantom of his disappearance in the dream was still vivid in his mind.

She couldn't hold it back, plunged into his arms, and burst into tears.