After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Psyche turned over sleepily, "You always tease me. Can't you just tell me exactly how to do it?"

Although Cupid is clingy and childish at times, he is still independent and sober most of the time, taking every step and watching ten steps, and he can handle even complicated things in an orderly manner.

But Xu is Eros' nature, he always looks cynical, likes to play tricks on others, keeps half of what he says, and always likes to ask her to guess the answer.

How could she be his match?

In most cases, it is always impossible to guess.

Psyche turned his back and ignored him, but Cupid smiled and leaned over.

"You're angry?"

He pulled a feather out of nowhere, and scratched the tip of her nose indiscriminately, making Psyche's nerve endings itchy sourly.

Psyche couldn't hold back his snort, grabbed the feather with one hand, and said with a smile, "What are you doing, where did you get the feather?"

He said lightly, "I took it on the wing."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the wings behind him with a little worry, and sighed, "...Recently, I always feel that I have lost a lot of hair, probably because of excessive worry. When these things are over, you must make up for me."

Psyche's eyes lit up, and he regained some energy.

Hair loss is nothing new. Fishermen and sailors who live by the sea often suffer from baldness. It is because they go to sea all year round and have to be exposed to the sun and rain. They can only eat sea fish, and their scalps are also eroded by salt brine.

People who have been sailing on the sea all year round are fine when they are young, but when they get older, their hair will become unbelievably thin when they are 40 or [-] years old.

In order to cover up the fact that they are bald, some people specially order small felt hats, or even more ruthless people directly shave their hair to avoid the trouble of hair loss.

but……

Cupid shouldn't.

Does God also have some hereditary hair loss?

Psyche glanced secretly at the top of Cupid's skull.

He is a little baby fat, with round bones, three courts and five eyes, all just right, every frown and smile contains the implicit beauty of classical sculptures.

The fluffy soft blond hair grows softly, and the hair volume is not too much, but it is thicker and more vigorous than ordinary people.

When Cupid saw her staring at him, a smile appeared in his blue pupils.

"Why are you looking at me like that all of a sudden?"

He lightly pecked her eyelids, "...Looking at your expression, you seem like an idiot. Why, do you think I'm good-looking?"

Psyche was made to giggle, and his little finger hooked a lock of his hair.

It is true that at this moment, many unspeakable thoughts came to her inexplicably.

For example... his hair volume is so amazing, their children in the future... must also have amazing hair volume.

This thought startled Psyche himself.

She timidly looked at the man beside her, and her helix involuntarily turned a blush.

She pinched her arm eagerly.

wake up, wake up...

The two of them were clearly discussing about going to the underworld, but somehow they got off topic.

Drowning in his embrace, what Psyche can touch is his pair of wings that are gentler than clouds.

Indeed, with him, it is never suitable to talk about serious business.

Psyche took a deep breath, his brows and eyelashes closed slowly, his breath was overwhelming.

It seemed that this breath dispelled all the troubles, she just wanted to be with him, and she didn't have to worry about other anxious things.

"Do you only lose the feathers of your wings? I see that your hair is very thick."

she asked in a low voice.

Psyche's hands rested naturally on his wings.

When they lived in Forest Castle in the past, she could not see him clearly, and the only thing she could recognize in the shadow of the moonlight were these wings.

Wings are also her first memory of Cupid.

Cupid stagnated slightly and took a breath calmly.

The part of the wings is quite sensitive to him, just like a girl's ears, it makes people uncomfortable when touched.

... except for Psyche.

Cupid whispered gently in her ear, "As many feathers fall off, they will grow back immediately, and there is no hair loss problem in the sense of you mortals."

After a short pause, he said in a seductive tone, and then added, "If my dear, you also become a god, you don't have to worry about hair loss. You can grow your hair as long as you like."

His crimson lips gently opened and closed, and the warm breath fell on Psyche's hair, and Psyche felt that every strand of his hair was numb.

After getting along for so long, she still couldn't resist him at all.

"I like your wings, it's very comfortable to touch."

She said foolishly, with a little bit of regret, "...If I also have a pair, the tasks given by the God of Beauty will be nothing to worry about."

Cupid frowned, as if he understood the meaning behind the words, he squeezed her wrist with a smile.

"Then Psyche only likes my wings, not people?"

Psyche pouted his lips, knowing that his mind was so clear that he could even be jealous of himself.

"People like it too..." she said with difficulty, thoughtfully, "but I like wings the most."

"It's so difficult to get a pair of wings. Once you complete the task, you can get any wings you want."

Perhaps Cupid has long been used to the life of flying around, and he didn't seem to care much about Psyche's childish wish.

Psyche knew that he was the most talkative, and if she could really pass the test of the God of Beauty and complete the last task of going to the underworld...then, she would gain immortality, godhead, and the physique of flying through the clouds.

At that time, it would not be difficult to obtain a pair of wings.

Thinking of the lightness of the butterfly flying, Psyche couldn't help feeling more motivated.

She secretly made up her mind and poked Cupid.

"Don't sleep, let's go. Tell me, how can I see Madame Persephone?"

……

Living people are not allowed to enter the underworld, this rule is eternal.

Psyche must find another way to see Madame Persephone.

At dawn, Psyche was taken to a crumbling tower.

The tower was so high that it trembled, and the sky was pressed down low, as if a hole could be poked in the sky by raising a hand.

Opposite the tower is a roaring waterfall.The water of the waterfall is black, and a dragon sleeps beside the black water, snoring like thunder.

Being at a high place, the strong wind made people's face hurt, and Psyche felt that his body was like a dead leaf in the strong autumn wind, which would be blown down the deep ravine at any moment.

Cupid hangs in the air.

His handsome face was also a little messed up by the strong wind, and the fluttering blond hair fluttered around, but after all, he didn't shake him in the slightest.

The surrounding wind was too strong, and Cupid had to raise the volume slightly.

He caressed Psyche's cheeks that had been blown cold by the wind, and the gap between his fingers shielded her from the oncoming cold wind.

"Honey, are you scared?"

He pointed to the bottomless abyss behind him, "This is the entrance to Tanarus. Have you seen the dragon by the waterfall? I think you should be familiar with it... That is the real Lujunk monster."

Psyche sighed in astonishment, staring straight at the dragon, almost unable to take it back.

The real monster, Lu Junke, was as big as a small mountain, and could even swallow the entire waterfall hanging in the mountain.

It is a bit more ferocious than the rumors, the gray-green carapace is densely covered with cracks, and each crack is an eye.

Psyche moved towards Cupid in disbelief.

Looking at him after watching the monster, I really think he is extremely handsome and extremely comfortable.

"So, the oracle at the beginning told me to...?"

Cupid nodded silently.

"It's only because your excessive beauty has aroused too much admiration in the mortal world and caused your mother to be dissatisfied with you. That's why I framed you."

He looked at her lovingly, with Roubo in his eyes, "Fortunately, I didn't do it."

If she really fell into the hands of monsters, wouldn't the golden arrow torture him to death?

Psyche felt really frightened.

When he was in the forest castle before, Psyche had been kept in the dark.

At that time, she felt that the person by her side didn't seem like a monster, but it was just a guess, and she couldn't get any real evidence.

Thinking about it now, I was still too stupid at the time.

How could a real monster have a human form?How can you communicate with her normally like a human?

...How could he not eat her?

Psyche couldn't help saying sadly, "Why do you want to hurt me so much, I obviously didn't do anything..."

If it wasn't for the golden arrow falling on Cupid himself, wouldn't she really want to spend her life with the monster?

I'm really scared when I think about it.

Cupid noticed the slight fluctuation of the girl, and took her into his arms ashamedly.

"I think this is also a kind of destiny. If not, I don't know you yet."

As she spoke, she gently raised her drooping chin, and said in a low voice, "Honey, having you is the most precious treasure in the world. Do you know how much I care about you?"

Psyche's shoulders trembled.

In the gust of wind, her slender body really couldn't stand still.So she had no choice but to rely on him, using his embrace as a point of strength.

Forget it.

Psyche sighed secretly.

She knows that it doesn't matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as he is here, he will help her settle it, right?

After a long time, Psyche got used to the environment on the top of the mountain.

Cupid led her to the edge of the cliff, and told her legs to take a tentative step down.

He stared at the deep pool of the waterfall in the distance, "Honey, we have to do a test first before I can tell you the entrance to the underworld. Have you seen that pool of black water? If you can jump down and pick up a ladle for me, then you are Initially has the characteristics of deification."

He also tried her before, and knew that she was no longer afraid of water, and could barely resist the wind.

But in such a harsh environment...

Psyche closed his eyes, tried hard to overcome the timidity in his heart, and took a step across the sky.

But the abyss below is like another upside-down sky. Just thinking about it for a while makes people feel chilly, and when they open their eyes to look at it again, they seem to feel dizzy.

She felt her center of gravity was lost.

The flickering winds were close at hand, and Psyche had an instinct to summon them and control them, but his unbalanced body still couldn't do it.

Her calves were twisting.