After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

The branches and leaves were disturbed by this movement, and both of them were suspended in mid-air, maintaining their balance in a rather unusual posture.

Especially for Psyche, as soon as her feet were off the ground, she instinctively became dizzy, with a feeling of top-heavy.

She's like a bird that takes to the sky...but has no wings.

However, the culprit remained calm, holding her fists, and murmured in a low voice, "Don't mess around. If you fall down, I don't care about you."

Psyche's temples throbbed violently.

It took her a while to calm down, and she tried her best to lower her voice, "Can you stop messing with me?"

This tone is quite like teaching a naughty boy.

However, the person in front of him is not the seven or eight-year-old baby Cupid in the mural, but a tall, cold-faced, mature him.

Every step he made, even every movement of his fingertips, was planned in advance.

Cupid's narrow eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Tell me, why do you want to complete the task so much?"

It stands to reason that she should have no pressure.

After picking grains last time, she should know that he has always been her solid backing.

Regardless of whether the so-called mission is completed or not, the punishment will not come to her at all.

The reason why she was allowed to do it herself was just to improve her godhead.

But now it seems... Psyche seems to be much more serious than expected.

Cupid's thoughts fluttered for a moment.

Psyche didn't have such a twisted mind.

"Isn't this what we agreed on a long time ago?" She replied resentfully, "That day, when I saw you for the first time, we agreed. Why did you forget?"

A bright trace flashed from Cupid's eyes.

He sensitively heard the implication of the girl's words, and his expression couldn't help being a little gloomy.

"Do you still want to part ways with me?"

They did agree at the beginning that once the series of difficult tasks were completed, the two would go their separate ways.

However, that is just talk.

How could he really be willing.

Psyche raised his head, just in time to meet Cupid's deep and light eyes.

Looking at his expression again, he was slightly hesitant, twirling the corner of her clothes with his fingertips.

He is somewhat proud on weekdays, but he is mostly indifferent and lofty in front of outsiders.

Only when the two of them get along in private, do they reveal such a fragile side... They lose their aloof aloofness, just like a little boy in love.

Psyche couldn't help smiling, and slightly dimpled.

Well, is he trying to keep her because he is afraid that she will leave?

... Even to persuade him to stay is so reserved.

One after the other, Psyche suddenly felt something to tease him.

"You are a god, you can't break your promise to mortals, right?"

She peeped at his expression and whispered, "If... I really want to marry someone else, will you bless us with love and righteousness and impartiality?"

Cupid frowned suddenly, diluting some of the emotions on his face.

He only pinched her cheeks, and said to her, "It's a beautiful idea."

What is impartiality, the position of God of Cupid has never been an impartial job, okay?

She really pushes the envelope.

"Blessings are probably not bestowed."

Cupid took out a lead arrow casually, and Psyche recognized that it was the one she picked up by accident at Apollo's banquet.

The corner of his lips raised a gentle arc, and he gently twirled the lead arrow on his fingertips, "If you don't mind, this gift can be given."

With little effort, the lead arrow can swing wantonly, and the slender and sharp edge can easily penetrate the hearts of a couple, making them hate each other to death.

Psyche shuddered coldly and was too late to retreat.

"It's a bit vicious, I dare not take this gift."

It's just a joke, she has no plan to part ways with him for the time being, and she can't find someone more suitable than him for the time being.

...he's pretty good, isn't he?

The grasslands in the distance are still empty, and the flocks of sheep are bound to be unwilling to appear in large numbers until noon when the sun is strongest.

During this long and tedious wait, now that lead arrows were being discussed, Cupid, on the spur of the moment, told some more anecdotes about arrows.

In fact, he doesn't use lead arrows often.

The golden arrow, which symbolizes love, can already torture people to death, but using lead arrows will cause bitterness and hatred.

In my impression, apart from giving one to Daphne, I didn't give it to anyone else.

He has sent out tens of thousands of golden arrows.

The most famous of them should be the one of Pluto.

—Hades, the king of the underworld.

It's all absurd to say that after being hit by the golden arrow, the cold-faced god who was always ruthless and lustless actually ignited an uncontrollable love for a little girl, and without any explanation, he abducted the little girl to the underworld.

Later, the little girl's mother took a lot of effort to get her back.

Speaking of fate, sometimes it's really out of his control.

However, Hades and the little girl seem to be doing well now.

Cupid couldn't help but chuckle.

"If there is a chance to meet His Royal Highness Pluto and Mrs. Persephone in the future, he must say hello."

Psyche sighed.

How does she feel that following Cupid is so dangerous?

His enemies... seem to be a little too much.

Moreover, this person is used to being loose by nature, and he will continue to go his own way in the future, maybe he will make many more couples.

She couldn't help shaking her head and sighed, "You're also a little naughty."

Cupid suddenly laughed.

He showed some tenderness, raised the back of her hand and kissed, "...Psyche, do you care about me?"

The two talked about the beauty again, Psyche couldn't help feeling uncomfortable, and was eager to find some other words.

It is true that they can't talk normally, everything they talk about is like a love story, and wherever they are, it's like a honeymoon... The breath that belongs to the God of Cupid is always plucking her sensitive nerves.

Fortunately, the sun was shining at this time, and the scorching sun like a golden ball hung directly above the head, and the sunniest time of the day came.

The flock of golden sheep on the opposite side of the river is like a huge soft carpet on the ground, flowing with golden luster, round but not dazzling.

Their bodies are rare treasures - golden fleece.

Psyche leaned forward, clutching the branches tightly, and held his breath for this breathtaking spectacle.

Don't be greedy, just a swipe, and her mission is successfully completed.

The first difficulty facing her was the swift and wide river.

Psyche tried it shallowly with the tip of his toe. The river was icy cold and the bottom was muddy. Without a solid boat, he was determined not to cross it.

But the island is empty, all grass is ankle high, and there are not many trees, so how can I find wood to build a boat?

Psyche glanced at the man behind him imploringly.

Cupid shook his index finger gently.

"I can't fly you directly this time."

The river god at the bottom of the river, the talking elves on the grass, and even the flying butterflies... were all sent by Aphrodite to watch them.

If you fly directly there, you will definitely reveal your secrets.

Psyche was a little disappointed. He thought he had brought an excellent helper, but he didn't expect it to be just a decoration.

She paddled the river in frustration, "Then how do I get there, just swim over?"

Water, she would.

But judging from the freezing temperature of the river and the dense layers of aquatic plants at the bottom of the river, swimming directly is not an excellent choice.

Cupid said casually beside him, "Even if you swim across, it's useless, you'll be smashed into a sieve by the sheep."

He squatted down with her, pointing to the powerful horns and the huge number of golden sheep.

Psyche stared at him solemnly.

What do you mean, there is really nothing you can do?

However, judging by the serene expression on Cupid's face, he seemed to be able to do everything with ease, as if he was just pointing out the difficulty to let her know, but it was not difficult.

Psyche couldn't help closing his eyes and smiling.

He already had a countermeasure, deliberately making himself anxious.

She had already made a fool of herself when picking millet before, and she couldn't repeat the same mistake this time.

Psyche's little hand tugged at the hem of his clothes, knowingly asking, "Is there really nothing you can do?"

The two of them talked at such a close distance, and a faint heat sprinkled on his ears, which really made him calm down a little bit.

Cupid took her hand instead.

He smiled and said, "Actually, if you want to practice favoritism, it's not impossible..."

……

It is almost impossible to pick the Golden Fleece openly at high noon.

The water flow is bottomless, and the flock of sheep is very fierce, even a warrior who can fight against a thousand may not be able to do it.

To get the Golden Fleece by chance, you have to wait until dusk.

Only when the sun sets and the land returns to cold and desolate can we start.

At the same time, in the glorious temple of Olympus.

The aloof god Zeus is sitting on the throne, overlooking the mortal world through the sea of ​​clouds.

His face was not as kind as usual, it was faintly dark, and the lightning staff in his hand was also shining with a frightening light.

The twelve main gods all sat in order, taking care not to make a sound.

"Insignificant and ignorant mortals...!"

The wrath of God is deafening.

Looking from the sea of ​​clouds to the mortal world, a small puff of dust rose from a noisy peninsula—not other sounds, but the movement of the statue of Zeus himself being uprooted.

This city-state seems to have just undergone a change of throne. Within a few days, not only the statues of Zeus, but also the statues of Athena, Apollo... and other gods were ordered to be pulled down and turned into dust.

Such ungodly things have rarely happened since the Great Flood a hundred years ago.

Now it's happening again.

Last night, in order to express the anger of the gods, a bolt of lightning from Zeus had already struck the city-state.

However, this didn't change anything.More idols were toppled.

Ares, the god of war, held up his spear, "Father, let me go straight down, destroy that city, and teach those ignorant mortals a lesson! Only the price of blood can wake them up!"

Athena immediately said: "No, Ares, you are too impulsive. Only a small number of human beings destroyed the statue. We cannot destroy all human beings like the great flood that year. Human beings are our children, and we need them .”

The gods were arguing endlessly, and Aphrodite glanced at the mortal city-state, and couldn't help but wrinkle her beautiful eyes slightly.

Why is she so familiar with this city-state?

That's right, the Psyche who has a relationship with her son seems to come from here...