After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

The next day.

Agnes knocked on her sister's door, but found no one there.

The window was open, the quilt was ripped open, the pillows were askew, and the candle beside the bed was unblown.

Uh, what's the situation... Kidnapped?

She suddenly felt someone pat her on the shoulder from behind, "Miss Agnes, good morning!"

Agnes was taken aback and almost slipped, but was politely helped by someone who came.

It was Zephyros standing in front of her smiling.

"Ah, thank you."

She wiped off her cold sweat and asked, "Zefferos, why are you here? Where is my sister? Where... has she gone?"

Zephyros flashed a hint of subtlety.

"What can happen to her, it's nothing more than being robbed by someone who climbed the window in the middle of the night."

Agnes could not understand.

Climb the window in the middle of the night?Who can climb her sister's window?

Just as he was about to ask him to explain in detail, he saw a cloud floating up from Zephyros.

"I, Zephyros, will take you to repair the crystal ball as agreed today."

Agnes was puzzled, "A promise?"

Zephyros smiled.

It is an agreement.Take good care of Miss Agnes, and Cupid will help him get out of the singles.This is an agreement between the two of them.

At this moment, for the sake of etiquette, of course I can’t say it clearly, I just said, “It’s with someone else. However, it’s my honor, Zephyros, to serve you. Please go to the cloud!”

Agnes' fingers trembled slightly, "Can I...can I not sit on that?"

She just played nine turns and eighteen turns in the sky yesterday, and her stomach just felt better today.Seeing that cloud at this time, I almost wanted to hide from it.

Zephyrus was taken aback, "Hey, isn't that good?"

Seeing that the girl's face had already turned green, Zephyros suddenly realized.

He scratched the back of his head, "I'm sorry, I forgot to control the speed yesterday. However, it's okay if you don't want to sit here, I have other things."

As he spoke, he blew the whistle around his neck, and unexpectedly he summoned a carriage in the air.

There are no horses in the carriage, and the reins are put on the "west wind". The rolling west wind can take the carriage to the desired place, and the speed is faster than the sun chariot of the sun god Apollo.

To be able to do this, the entire Olympus will be the only God of the West Wind.

"Well, Miss Agnes, please?"

……

The carriage was indeed much more stable than the clouds.

However, when she landed, Agnes's hairs were still standing on end.

Sure enough, not everyone can bear the "pain" of flying in the sky.

She still prefers to walk.

The entire process of the craftsman helping her repair the crystal ball lasted for more than three hours, and Agnes always felt light and light all over her body, feeling a little out of her mind.

Her legs were weak, and even when the westerly wind on the ground blew on her, her heart beat faster...

After repairing the crystal ball, Agnes was racking her brains and preparing to go back, when suddenly there was a lot of voices in the distance, hundreds of people gathered together, as if they were making a big fuss.

"It's not enough to drive away the two princesses, but you dare to move the statue of Zeus, you will be punished sooner or later!"

"Once the statue of Zeus falls, the gods will no longer protect us!"

"My God! Is the king going to destroy the entire city-state!"

Agnes leaned over and saw that a group of guards in armor were attacking a statue.

With cables and axes in their hands, they wanted to uproot the statue of Tiangong, smash it into pieces, and throw it into the river.

The people present had already made a fuss, but they were unarmed after all, and they dared not speak out.

Agnes recognized that the statue was built by her parents to worship the gods when they were alive.

Now it will be demolished.

Chloe wanted to tell them that God meant nothing to him.

He is all about me.

It was deep winter, and the plain was full of short grasses and piles of gray-white gravel.

Here is Colchis, where the world-renowned treasure of the Golden Fleece is hidden.However, from a distance, it does not look rich.

The leaden cloud covers the top, and the sky and the earth are close together, mysterious and desolate.

Psyche stood on the top of the mountain, the cold wind rustling in her ears.

She was here last night.

To be precise, it was hijacked here last night.

Someone told her that Colchis has beautiful scenery, quiet and few people, and it is an excellent place for honeymoon.

There is a special product called golden wool on the island, so you can pick the wool while you are having fun, which is the best of both worlds.

Psyche was dubious at the time.

She has heard of the name of the Golden Fleece to some extent. Countless warriors and heroes have died trying to pick it. How can it be picked just for fun?

She waved her hand to refuse.

However, Cupid directly carried her into the carriage, half-kneeled in front of her, pressed her knees with both hands, and made a vow.

"I'll go with you too, can I still lie to you?"

His clear eyes looked at her at an upward angle, really sincere.

Psyche hesitated for a moment.

Could it be that she has an inherent impression of Colchis?

As it turned out, she had been deceived by his appearance again.

The silver-white curves of the mountains are looming, pale and monotonous, and the mountains and plains are covered with a layer of cold shadows.

The sheep with the golden fleece will only appear at noon when the sun is shining.

Let alone people at other times, there are no ghosts.

Let's talk about it again, but I'm on a pirate ship, don't even think about it.

Psyche wrapped her thin clothes tightly, and struggled to cover the flying hair on top of her head.

"...is this your honeymoon?"

Cupid put his windbreaker cloak over her and carefully smoothed out her messy hair.

"To be honest, with you, we can't maintain that kind of pure friendship. It's a honeymoon everywhere."

Psyche was so angry that he almost wanted to screw him.

"I'm about to die of cold from your honeymoon, okay?"

She had every reason to suspect that he was deliberately messing with her.

Cupid snorted and rubbed her head, "This temperature is so cold that it's still as disappointing as before."

In the wind, his handsome cheeks were also stained with a little frost, white and rosy, the wheat-ear-colored hair brushed over the tall browbones, and a pair of white wings fluttered slowly behind him.

Sure enough, a beauty is beautiful even if the wind is messy.

He is a god, he doesn't know hot or cold, his whole body is shrouded in pure light, and a cloud of white mist surrounds him like a pearl halo, cutting off the desolate and desolate scenery around him.

Psyche was also in the white mist.

Cupid held her slender wrists gently, and a warmth emanated from his palms, like tides, passing through her heart and flowing through every inch of her body, helping her to fight against the aggressive force. chill.

She knew that he could control his body temperature freely.

She had discovered it when they lived in the Forest Palace.

In the midst of waiting for Xiao Han, this kind of flattery, I have to say, she has benefited a bit.

Cupid lowered his lips, and Nuo Nuo asked her, "Is it still cold?"

Psyche touched the frozen cheeks just now, and it was indeed not cold anymore.

...even hot.

She turned her head, but after all, she couldn't resist the shame in her heart, and said stumblingly,

"Hate."

Colchis has a vast territory, and the golden-haired sheep live in a fixed position, only moving across the largest river on the island.

The river is wide and long, bottomless, guarded by the river god, and there is no wood on the island that can be used to make boats.

Each of the golden-haired sheep has a pair of sharp horns, and they are fierce by nature. If they gather together, they will be knocked away just by getting close to them.

This is the second mission Aphrodite assigned for Psyche. It was carefully designed and the difficulty was increased a lot, so that she would never return.

She should never have imagined that this arduous and demanding task would be abruptly turned into a honeymoon by her most proud son.

The cold fog in the early morning was gradually dispelled by the noon sun, thousands of golden lights sprinkled on the earth, and the cold veil of Colcas was gradually lifted.

This is really a magical island. As soon as the sun came out, the bleak and desolate energy on the island disappeared immediately.

The green grass quickly showed its buds, and the bare trees grew dark green crowns.It was as if with the snap of a finger, it was nourished by Demeter, the god of agriculture, and everything rejuvenated and returned to a state of vitality.

When the sun is at its peak, the island will be covered with green grass and flowers, and lambs with golden fleeces will come out to graze and enjoy leisure.

Cupid was leaning on the treetop, with his hands crossed behind his head leisurely.

He squinted at the people on the ground, and said jokingly, "Hey, did I lie to you, the scenery is beautiful, quiet and few people?"

Psyche ignored him, and lay down on the warm grass, staring intently at the flock of sheep that was about to appear in the distance.

Digging for the Golden Fleece was big work, dangerous work, and this man was unbelievably undisciplined.

No wonder, this is the job entrusted to her by the God of Beauty, and of course this person doesn't care.

"Don't speak too loudly..." Psyche squeezed his throat, and a drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, "I saw a few golden dots in the distance, as if a flock of sheep had appeared."

Cupid smiled casually.

"As for?" He hooked his fingers at her, "Honey, come up."

Psyche pouted and glared up at him.

She seemed to think of something, and asked eagerly, "Are you going to help me?"

Cupid was indifferent.

"What's the point of picking wool, just get it done before you leave, and it's a burden if you pick it early."

Psyche looked away reproachfully.

"Don't talk unless you help me."

She now knows that the God of Beauty is targeting her. The last time she picked the grains, she had to stumble to complete it. If she can't finish this time, there may be other problems waiting for her.

Cupid smiled lazily, raised his eyes and saw a branch, and picked it off casually.

With a sound of "whoosh", they wrapped around the girl's waist, uprooted her from the grass, and brought her straight to him.

Psyche exclaimed in mid-air, and the skirt fluttered like a spray of waves, layer upon layer stretched out for a while, really like a dragonfly spreading its wings in the air.

In the blink of an eye, she landed lightly and sat on the man's lap.

Cupid supported her with one hand, and patted her with a smile on his lips to show comfort.

"Why are you shouting so loudly?"

Psyche's heart was still beating violently, he collected himself and realized what happened.

"you!"

She laughed back in anger, and hit him like a hammer.