After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

The people behind were calm, as if it was just a discussion among academics, no matter what the result was, it would not hurt friendship.

Academic discussion?

Psyche's black face.

How could she think of such a strange word, "On how Psyche subdued the monster"?

She pursed her lips in embarrassment, her palms burning hot.

Seeing the girl so melancholy, Cupid couldn't help being a little more interested.

She is a jewel in his palm, and he is so rare about her.Even her sad and stupid look is so fascinating.

Thinking of this, the wound on the heart pierced by the arrow point began to ache again.

Cupid hissed lightly, and the corner of his lips touched Psyche's eyelids, telling her to close her eyes.

Seeing the girl's eyelashes trembling non-stop, he smiled softly, and placed a few rippling kiss marks on her cheeks.

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

Having said that, he hugged Psyche to the bed sideways, then carefully helped her take off her shoes and untied her hair tie.

The blond hair like a waterfall is scattered on her smooth skin, and the girl is like a flower sleeping late, exuding the fragrance of midnight.

But this flower is so scared.

He couldn't help touching her temples, but she consciously avoided him.

She tightened the quilt to cover herself tightly, and peeked at him pitifully and shrinking.

His hands froze in the air, and then he knelt down on one leg and landed on the bed.

Psyche's breathing became disordered again.

She was left with nowhere to go by him, so she could only watch helplessly as he approached step by step.

Cupid pulled her over, "Honey, can you stop being so reserved?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand lightly, and more than 100 candles went out in unison.

At night, the man beside him sleeps quietly, as quiet as a dark pool of stagnant water.

His five fingers were lightly clasped on her shoulders, and through the gauze material, the cold body temperature passed over, like a piece of cold autumn frost, which was not the temperature of normal human beings at all.

Also, he didn't breathe or sound like a normal male snoring.

Psyche was lying on the man's arms, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

At this time, even if there was a trace of the sweaty smell of an ordinary man wafting from his body, she would feel at ease.

But no.

This seemed to remind her all the time that the person next to her pillow was not an ordinary person.

Although the candle was extinguished, Psyche looked at the moonlight shining in from outside, it was as clear as water, just like a mirror.

She suddenly wanted to take a look at his appearance by the moonlight, to see if he was so ferocious that people couldn't bear to see him?

However, before she could turn over, she heard the person behind her ask in a low voice, "Can't you sleep?"

His voice was clearly audible, without the slightest hint of sleepiness.

Psyche hummed vaguely.

She was afraid that her hidden emotions would be exposed again, so she found an excuse and said, "...the night wind was a bit cold, and it woke me up."

He seemed to have nothing to say, and hugged her tightly from behind, his chin was just buried in the crest of her neck, hugging her nostalgicly, making her a little itchy.

"How about this? Is it still cold?"

He seemed to be able to freely control his body temperature at any time. Even though it was so cold just now, it was indistinguishable from the temperature of a human right now.

Psyche felt even more weird.

Where is he holy?

"It's not cold anymore." She forced a smile.

"Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?"

Psyche's eyelids twitched, mixed with a trill, "No need..."

A strange atmosphere permeated between the two.

The moonlight was shining brightly, their faces were so close, he was almost clinging to her, as long as Psyche turned his head, he would be able to see the man clearly.

But he wouldn't let her turn around.

Psyche secretly sighed, and had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​looking at his face.

But she couldn't see the other party, but the other party could see her clearly.

... Her uneasiness and fear naturally fell into his eyes.

The low-pitched lullaby still rang in his ears... He sang it incoherently, as if he had been endowed with the power of some kind of god. It was beautiful and deep, like the voice of a holy angel.

He seemed to be hypnotizing, "Go to sleep."

Psyche's eyelids began to become heavy. At this moment, she was completely immersed in the bright moonlight, but the man behind her was in the dark, just like his singing, which was always confusing.

She could only lean on the man's shoulder, feeling that his shoulder was like a broad rock, warm and firm.

Half asleep and half awake, she heard another hoarse voice hooking her soul, asking her persuasively, "You will stay in my arms for the rest of your life, okay?"

In the dead of night.

On the other side of the forest, more than 100 flaming torches were lit all night, and the sky-high flames dyed most of the sky red.

On the high platform, Athos is bare-armed, recruiting warriors to rescue Princess Psyche.

He had heard of the monster Lu Junke a long time ago, and knew that it would be impossible to accomplish anything with his own strength, so he recruited warriors here with a lot of money.

The king watched him covetously, and he dared not openly recruit during the day, so he had to take advantage of the night and set up a small table in the countryside to act secretly.

Only 50 people, at least 50 people, can he pass through the bottomless black forest and go to the other side of the forest to find the monster's lair.

This trip undoubtedly took great risks.Princess Psyche is the monster's bride destined by the heavens. If she rushed to rescue her rashly, it would be tantamount to disobeying the oracle.

Aldous spent most of the night recruiting here with a lot of money, but failed to recruit a few people.

Only a few gladiators who are not afraid of death are willing to go.They were all slaves, and their lives were worthless, so they reluctantly agreed because they were greedy for Aldous's bounty.

Aldous counted the number of people, probably more than 30.

Although there is still a certain distance from the fifty in his mind, it is finally in someone's hands.

Without further ado, when he thought of the little princess he loved falling into the claws of the monster and being tortured by the monster every day, he wished he could fly over with his wings.

Let's say 30 people are 30 people, he can't manage that much anymore.

Even if you try your best and break your teeth, you will definitely replace the princess' life!

……

However, the darkness of night still failed to conceal the news. Before dawn, King Chloe learned that Aldos was going to recruit someone to rescue the princess.

"Ados recruited 30 people, all of whom were slaves who escaped from the arena. Those people were all tough-faced, bold and fearless, and they were going to march towards the Black Forest at dawn."

The servant reported.

Chloe narrowed her cunning eyes, waved her hand, and wanted to ask the Kingdom Guard to kill those people.

But he seemed to think of something suddenly, "It seems that Princess Psyche is not dead...?"

"Very likely," replied the servant. "Otherwise Aldous would not have gone to such trouble."

Chloe thought about her own thoughts.

He came to the throne a bit dishonorably, and he did a lot of secret things.

If Psyche hadn't died in the hands of the monster, when she turned around, she would definitely reveal all the incidents of her killing her brother and usurping the throne.

That yellow-haired girl must die in the Black Forest.

Thinking of this, Chloe suddenly had a vicious light in his eyes.

He called the servant over and whispered something in his ear.

"Put our people in it..."

Psyche ate and drank in the palace for a few more days.

In all fairness, the environment of the palace is good, even close to luxury.

The "monster" was patient in everything she did and was always pleasant to talk to.

Psyche felt that he was not as cold and terrifying as he imagined.

Being just friends...isn't that bad?

She just thought about it lightly and didn't have much other thoughts.

Compared with these, she is more concerned about the situation in the palace.

——Her enemy is still sitting in a high position, and the throne that originally belonged to her has also been taken away by others.

But she was helpless, like a person isolated from the world.

Aldous hadn't found her yet.

Aldos probably won't forget her, it's just that he encountered some unforeseen difficulties and couldn't reach her temporarily.

In the past few days, Psyche has been using boredom and loneliness as an excuse to ask the monster to bring her some things from outside, including books and tabloids... In fact, she just wanted to use this to spy on what was going on outside.

However, what the man brought was not always satisfactory.

She wanted to find out some news about the city, and the man wrapped his wings around her fingers on a moonlit night, and told her some ancient legends about bards.

After the story was told, he asked her with some anticipation if she would like to hear it.

He stroked her like a cat's fur, and the two snuggled together, and the time to read the story was pleasant.

Psyche felt that his three meals a day, what to wear every day, and what kind of bun to wear were clearly arranged by him.

He was like her personal servant.