After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

As soon as dawn broke, Aldous led more than 30 gladiators into the Black Forest.

The reason why this area is called the Black Forest is because the trees are so dense that they can't see the sun.In the meantime, patches of ghostly dense fog floated regardless of day or night, making people lost in a pinch.

As soon as he entered the forest, Aldous released some white pigeons.

Those pigeons have been specially trained to recognize the smell of the princess.

The sound of "cuckoo" in the dark green forest echoed in their ears, and the deeper they went, they found that the trouble was much bigger than expected.

The forest was extremely dangerous, and there were bones of wild animals everywhere. After walking a few steps, the group was trapped in a muddy swamp.

After breaking free, they encountered a white-haired monster lion, scaring several gladiators into deserters.

In the end, relying on the extraordinary bravery of Aldous, he fought against the monster lion for a whole afternoon.

When it was almost dark, he took advantage of the thing's slack and stabbed it with a shield and an arrow...but he didn't lose his blood.

Someone realized that the situation was not good, and said, "This is not good. There are so many monsters like this hidden in the forest. They appear one after another in a wheel battle. Even the god of war, Ares, will be consumed to death."

Aldous wiped the blood from his face, and stared angrily into the depths of the forest with a pair of bull-like red eyes.

"Show the horn," he said through his teeth, "to the sky."

If he guessed right, there should be no other human beings in this gloomy forest except them.

This trumpet sound is the unique symbol of their country.

Psyche.

Aldos muttered silently, he wanted to let Psyche know that he had come to save her.

Forest, dense fog, monsters...

She must be alive!

The sunset gradually faded away, and Psyche sat in the dull and dull palace like withered grass, half-closed his eyes and dozed off.

The candles in the room were already lit as promised.

It was already dark, and she knew that that person would come again soon.

There is a kind of frightening tenderness in him, and the tenderness is mixed with a sense of beauty that does not belong to humans. Whenever he is close to her, she thinks that he is attracted by the black hole, and she is speechless.

As time went by, the hope in her heart for being rescued became weaker and weaker, until now she no longer expected it at all.

She seemed to be abandoned in a corner that no one could see. Her revenge plan and her plan to regain the throne were all in vain.

She sighed just thinking about it.

Psyche broke free from her own thoughts, and just as she was biting the tender wheat bread, suddenly, there was a heavy moaning and whimpering.

The sound was separated by thick fog, and the movement was not loud, but it fell in Puxu, but it was like thunder.

The bread in Psyche's hand immediately fell to the ground.

She rushed to the bedroom window, her expression mixed with joy, sadness, and anxiety for a moment, and her bones trembled accordingly.

She heard right...

She has heard such a familiar horn sound countless times since she was a child, and she can recognize it even in her sleep.

It's Aldous...he found it here?

Psyche's pupils tightened, and he immediately gained support in his heart.

She was leaning against the rock by the window, with her nails lying on the crevices of the rock, and she tried her best to lean out, trying to get closer and hear the voice more clearly.

It's a pity that the sound just slid past without a trace like a meteor, and the forest was still shrouded in a cloudy fog, and the eyes were full of desolation.

Psyche refused to believe that it was just an auditory hallucination.

She stubbornly picked a little groove on the side of the wall, one foot was already hanging in the air, and she tried her best to look into the depths of the forest.

It would be nice to let her see a little clue... But there is nothing.

Psyche raised his eyebrows in disappointment, and was about to retreat, but suddenly felt a cold light behind him.

"What are you looking at?"

Psyche trembled violently, his feet slipped, and he was about to fall from the high platform in an instant.

The man stopped her body from behind and helped her back into the room.

In that instant, Psyche caught a glimpse of the arm clasped around her waist.

——It was a slender, white right hand with just the right amount of flesh and blood.

There is no body hair on it, and there are not too many heavy ornaments, just a simple hand... It is different from that of an adult human man, and even the joints are more beautiful.

However, the strength in that hand penetrated into Psyche's body, crumpling her skirt.

Psyche swallowed and said in a low voice, "...Thank you."

The hands rested lightly on her shoulders and returned to a position out of reach.

He also seemed to be looking into the depths of the forest, and said solemnly, "What is there that is worthy of your longing?"

Psyche's heart was occupied by the sudden change just now, and he seemed a little out of his mind for a while.

"Well...it's the sound of music." She didn't have much time to think, so she just said nonsense, "Well, Lila, I just heard a very good lila sound and thought it was pleasant, so..."

"Lilla?" He savored the words.

Psyche was afraid that the other party would hear the clues, so he lowered his head and twisted the hem of his clothes, and added, "Is it the lila sound?...Maybe the distance is too far, and I heard it wrong."

He gave a cold laugh and sneered and shaved her face.

"My dear, this forest is no man's land, and there will be no lila sound. However, if you like to hear the lila sound, I can ask someone to play it for you."

Psyche asked suspiciously, "Huh? Aren't you in no-man's land here?"

He didn't speak, but held her hand and slowly placed it on his waist.

He whispered in her ear, "Hold on to me, and I will take you to listen to the most beautiful lira music in the world."

Psyche couldn't understand the meaning of his words for a moment.

Before she could react, her eyes were tightly covered by a piece of silk.Immediately, her body lost weight violently, and she was taken out of the palace, flying in mid-air.

The sudden feeling of floating caused Psyche to scream.

However, under his light support, her body was like a volleying feather, crossing the thorns and mist under her feet.

"Don't be afraid, Psyche," said the person beside him, "I am here."

Psyche is just a mortal, he has never been to a high place, how can he not be afraid when he suddenly flies into the sky.

She curled her fingers and hugged the man next to her tightly, like a wretched traveler who fell into the deep sea and hugged driftwood tightly.

The man let her hug him, and flapped his wings slowly twice, making the turbulent wind gradually quiet down.

Psyche's watery eyes were wet with white silk, and he muttered to himself, "It's too high, it's too high, you'll die if you fall..."

He patted her on the back, changed her position, brought her face close to his arms, and then put his arms on her back, supporting her center of gravity.

"Better?"

All of Psyche's words were drowned in his limp throat.

The surrounding frosty wind shook her skirt slowly, and under the disheveled hair, she raised her head slightly, and seemed to see his handsome figure and looming silhouette through the vague white silk.

She just felt that she was flying higher and higher, and she must have flown out of the forest.

Moreover, the light in front of her eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he took her to fly across the dividing line between day and night, and came to another world far away.

The surrounding clouds are inlaid with brilliant gold, reflecting in her eyes, as if she was taken to a bright and bright place without night.

Her body floated more and more, and if she could, she was really curious about what kind of place she had come to.

This is not like a monster's dark lair, but rather like crossing the sacred and steep Olympus Mountains to the heaven wrapped in clouds...

It's a pity that the white silk blocked everything, so she couldn't see anything.

Finally, he fell down holding her.

Psyche didn't know what she stepped on, it was soft, rising and falling, she could only know that it was definitely not the ground of the world.

"listen."

Psyche raised his head blankly, his eyes were covered by a piece of dazzling gold, and there was bursts of fairy music in his ears, which turned out to be melodious lila sounds.

"Hmm." She couldn't help but exclaim.

The moving music seemed to float out from the depths of the sun, like the chanting of the sun god Apollo, penetrating the soul.

The people beside her listened quietly with her, held her hand firmly, and stood side by side with her in the clouds.

When he spoke, his voice was like a glass of thick liqueur, "Does it sound good?"

"Sounds good," she said.

It really sounds good.

The scorching hot light shone on her, the light was so intense that Psyche even suspected that if he didn't wear the white silk, he might be directly blinded by the scorching sun.

Psyche felt so warm all over his body, it was a little hot.

However, her palm was wrapped in a refreshing coolness, continuously cooling her down.

He really can control his body temperature freely.

In the desolate night, he is like a piece of warm jade; but at this time, he is like the mist in the cold mountain stream, which makes people feel refreshed when they get close.

Psyche couldn't help but wonder here.

Is he really a monster?

If not a monster, is he a god?

Psyche was a head shorter than the man, and when the man was leaning against her back, he lowered his head just enough to kiss her wavy hair.

So between the clouds, his kisses fell again and again.

Psyche's body trembled slightly, but he still wanted to hide subconsciously.

But he didn't give her that chance.

"Psyche..."

He circled her hands slightly domineeringly, and dipped his head to touch her vermilion lips.

At first it was a shallow trial, and later it was smooth and flowing.

Psyche got lost in the opponent's offensive.To be more precise, she simply couldn't refuse.

In the blur, she faintly saw a soft halo around his body, a pair of curved wings, as if he was a god...