[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

Inside the door is the dreamland of his soul - I miss the wonderful days when I entered the dreamland with Sisyphus, looking at the environment that is almost exactly the same as the real world: the small fountain full of vitality in the square, the simple window sills of the houses With seasonal flowers, a baroque-style church, and a clock on a tower ringing on time, this town is peaceful and peaceful. It was the place where I adopted Sasha!

After a little thought, I didn't run to look for Sisyphus, but decided to get rid of the trouble first--along the cobblestone path, I quickly shuttled through the maze-like alleys of Italy, and rushed straight to the orphanage. Hospital---It seems that I used to do charity here, and it is still a bit good to bring Sasha Tianma back to visit!When I got to the nearby alleys, I saw the eyesores that actually existed in this world: Sasha, Tianma, and Aaron who were less than ten years old.They were frolicking there wantonly, hehe, look at these terrible civilian clothes, isn't it just before I adopted them?

Although this dream was constructed by Sisyphus' wish, how could such filthy debris tarnish the beautiful dream?They are just the remorse of my lover's heart, and they will definitely torture and hurt him!My heart was as cold as ice, but a smirk appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I squatted down and waved at them, "Excuse me, is there an orphanage here? Are you all brothers and sisters?"

When the two bold guys Tianma and Sasha approached, I showed my viciousness, and I grabbed them one by one, locked their little heads with my arms, and twisted them with the wrong hand ----- I heard the crisp sound of the cervical spine breaking !Hehehehe this toy really makes me happy!

Throwing down their so-called corpses, I walked towards Aaron, who was pale and immobile with fright. Although it was very realistic, it was just an impurity that shouldn't exist in Sisyphus' dream. It could be likened to a portrait of the Pluto container?Anyway, I didn't feel it when I tore it --- I put my hand on Aaron's throat, and quickly killed him too.

I carried the bodies of the three gadgets together again, and quickly threw them into a certain sundry warehouse in the corner of the orphanage----I spent money to repair this simple place back then!Dry reeds and dry branches for cooking and heating are stored in the warehouse--after a while, a raging fire ignited here.

I had already hidden outside the orphanage, and after walking around in a circle, I finally heard the headmaster and nuns yelling to put out the fire, as well as the children's yelling and crying----they were killed by adults one by one. Commander rushed out the door, this dream world is really complete and vivid.

Make sure to get rid of the hateful Athena in Sisyphus' dream, and he will never find her in his life.Only then did I sit back and relax and continue to shuttle through this small Italian town, looking for a tall figure in a dark blue coat with a golden box on his back, while admiring the gentle and beautiful scenery in the dream.Look, even the leaves wrapped around the walls of the houses, full of vines, will make green waves and ripples with the wind.However, in the courtyard here, how can there be a rare Chinese rose tree with a big pink mouth?

Stretching along the path, I walked to the central square of the town again. There were still people coming and going, and there was an endless stream of horse-drawn carts. scene.Well, I also found that compared with the real world, there is a lack of gallows and large carts to bind criminals and whip them.

Alas, Sisyphus didn't agree with these things in his mind, so he didn't even have a shadow.

Thinking of him, my eyes lit up, and I saw Sisyphus standing across the street.He was looking up at the clock on the tall tower - the minute hand was moving slowly.Sisyphus had a dazed expression on his face, and suddenly stretched out his hand to poke inside the front of his coat --- it was an unconscious but very familiar movement.

He didn't touch anything, and after a moment his expression became more trance----but I understood: pocket watch!I gave him a pocket watch!

Seeing that Sisyphus seemed to have pressed the wound on his chest by mistake, showing a slight expression of resentment, I couldn't hold back any longer, and walked straight across the bustling crowd toward him——

He raised his eyes to look at me, his eyes froze for a moment--his soul, his consciousness, even in a dream, even before he met me, still remember me?

"you……"

I heard the familiar voice again - I rushed to Sisyphus, wrapped my arms around him, and buried my head deeply into his shoulders, "I...I miss you so much! Sisyphus! "

I am not at all afraid that he will think of me as a ghost fighter and punch me in the back - because I know him too well, such a gentle and bright soul will never shoot at a defenseless person who is obviously not hostile to him .

I wantonly rubbed my cheeks against the starched collar of his coat, clearly feeling the heat of his body and the beating heart in his chest--how wonderful!How nice! !Even when I heard him call out my name with difficulty, "Minos..." I still refused to let go, pretending to be innocent and ignorant of what to do, and leaned gently on his shoulder----my heart The intense jumping was not because of nervousness or fear, but——I thought about it, and kissed the chest and body under the white shirt with my lips!

After the initial bewilderment, Sisyphus's body relaxed obviously, and his hand suddenly patted my back lightly, "Minos..." he said in a low voice, "Let me take a good look at you. "

I nodded, straightened up and faced his gaze calmly, and slid my hands down the cashmere coat along his broad shoulders, pulling on his cuffs relentlessly.

Those bright and gentle eyes are full of my reflection, and there is even a thin color of confusion - I am still wearing a purple robe in the style of the judge of the underworld, "Minos, you...why are you here?" this?"

I don't know what Sisyphus's soul still remembers, but my mind has never changed. I looked at him deeply and said firmly, "I don't want to be separated from you. No one can stop me from returning to you. Sisyphus."

He froze for a moment, then smiled generously. "I just came out to perform a mission. I will return to the sanctuary soon. Didn't you behave well when I said goodbye to you? In the end, I ran out... Sigh, I really can't help you."

Sure enough, the dream world confused and blurred his memory—but it worked to my advantage.So I quickly said obediently, "Sisyphus, I'm already here, so I won't delay your mission---don't leave me behind, okay?"

He lightly touched my head, smiled gently, "Why? Let's look for Lady Athena together."

With an innocent face on my face, I nodded repeatedly, took his hand and said, "Okay, when we find Athena, let's go back to the Sanctuary together."

He took my hand firmly.Practicing the thin cocoon of arrows in the palm, the warmth in the hand spreads to my heart along the limbs----I hold it tightly hungrily, and will not let go no matter what.

The sun is just right, and when we walk hand in hand, the cobblestones paving the road ahead are glowing with dreamy golden light. I don't care where he leads me, whether it's Italy or Greece, in short, I want to firmly occupy his world.And after watching for a while, I finally determined that Sisyphus's soul dream is a gentler and richer place than the real world--the buildings are probably the same as before, but every town has its own unique features. The tramp begs and disappears without a trace.Not only are there no poor and poor people, but even quarrels and conflicts have not been seen-this is indeed the reflection of his gentle and sincere heart.

Then... what is my identity in his dream memory, and how did I meet him?I'm going to take a closer look.

I pretended to be a bit tired from walking, and I didn’t complain about it. I just glanced at the open space under the shade of the trees from time to time. The careful Sisyphus quickly noticed and smiled at me thoughtfully, “Mino Si, let's find a place to stay first, and then eat something. Besides, when you change this robe, it will be more suitable for walking."

"But where's your luggage?"

I said without changing my face, "I lost it all, Sisyphus...I don't even have a piece of clothing or a gold coin now. If I hadn't met you, I would have to sleep on the street!"

He smiled helplessly, tapped the tip of my nose and let out a long breath, "It's okay--just follow me closely, and don't lose me too."

I immediately grabbed his arm in response.

After Sisyphus led me to find a hotel to stay in, I almost burst into laughter when I saw the room: Isn’t this display in the cabin of the ship going to Spain?Even the beds are squeezed together!Could it be that I can comfortably lie in his arms again at night?

As a waking existence, it is really interesting to enter his dream: the dinner delivered by this ordinary hotel made me laugh while eating: it turned out to be red wine from Burgundy, with grilled lamb chops with Cretan black pepper, Even the dessert was the fig baklava he once enjoyed at my mansion - these things still left a deep and fond memory in his heart.

When the night fell completely, a round of bright moon hung in the sky, and the beautiful silver light sprinkled into the room through the glass windows.His habit is the same as before, starting to read books by moonlight and candlelight--I carefully moved the mirror to a place where it could reflect the light, making the room brighter.

After taking a shower, I put on his clean white linen shirt, with silver hair hanging down, still dripping wetly ----- so the water stains made the clothes wet and stick tightly to my limbs , such as the slender neck.I looked at him Wuliu, did he think I was beautiful?

It fell into Sisyphus' eyes, but he sighed, shook off his coat, and draped it over my shoulders, "Be careful not to catch a cold." He held up a lock of my wet hair as he spoke, and ignited the golden color at his fingertips The warm little universe --- the hair was dried like this.

I had no choice but to find another way to attract him. I simply sat in front of the window and let the moonlight shine on the silver hair to reflect the most delicate luster. Looking at him with relish and smiling eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put down the book, and said to me in a good mood, "Why are you so happy? Lovely Minos?"

I blinked, "Sisyphus, time flies so fast, I'm reminiscing about the first time we met. You... remember?"

He stared at me, nodded and smiled, "Of course I remember, I accidentally broke into your domain garden when I was sleeping outdoors that night. You are really kind-not only not angry, but also enthusiastically invited me to live in your house."

I smiled slyly, "And then? Dear Sisyphus. I want to hear you say it again."

...It turns out that the first encounter in his memory is very similar to that in the past and superimposed with the unique confusion of the dream world: After expressing his gratitude, Sisyphus actually accepted the invitation to stay in my mansion. I was attacked.Later, I said that I wanted to practice archery, so I followed him all the way back to the sanctuary under this title.

I put down the comb, stared at him with my chin resting, and asked again, "Then, Sisyphus, what was my first impression on you?"

He raised his hand to touch my cheek, and said softly, "You are carrying a silver bow, and your silver hair is shining from the stars all over the sky. The aura of your whole person is like the moonlight, pure and beautiful."

After hearing his voice full of anger, accusing me of being born evil and dark, and then hearing such gentle and sincere words of nature --- my heart was beating violently, and I stretched out my hand to caress the back of his hand, nostalgic With a touch of sadness, he said, "Sisyphus, remember my appearance, always remember the purity and beauty in your eyes, and don't forget it in the future, okay?"

He let me hold my hand, lovingly caressing it, and let me lean on it firmly, "Don't worry, Minos, I won't forget. But——"

I looked up at his smiling face, and he taught, "Minos, the beauty of the soul is eternal. A person with a kind and strong soul, no matter what his appearance looks like, that beauty will never fade, and it will fade with time. It's getting brighter and brighter as time goes by. Do you... understand?"

I nodded and took the opportunity to confess, "You are like this in my eyes, Sisyphus."

He smiled deeper, and wrapped the coat on me more tightly with concern - but I stared straight at the solid chest exposed by the unbuttoning of his shirt when he raised his hands and feet, full of beauty Wheat-colored skin lines----There is no longer a terrible deep blood hole!

I looked at it with satisfaction, then bent my head and pressed it against it, probably like a cat with soft waist and silver fur rubbing against a bronze statue of a Greek hero full of warmth and warmth.What about my hero?Does he like it?

Sisyphus closed his eyes slightly, let me snuggle up with a peaceful expression, and after a while, he reached out to comb my hair dotingly ----- what a blessing, if this is reality, it would be great.

The next day, I went out with Sisyphus as usual to do a task that was no longer possible in the sanctuary——I carefully asked, "Sisyphus, have you really sensed the presence of the goddess?"

"Yes, as a golden saint, I felt the faint cosmic aura of the goddess before... Lord Athena, who was reincarnated as a human, I can recognize her whenever I see her. Now, please accompany me to search in this area gone."

"Okay, I'm also looking forward to seeing the goddess of the sanctuary."

----I am very pleased that I killed the scourge one step ahead, even though it is only a virtual image in the dream world.Look, Sisyphus is leading me towards the direction of the orphanage.In the real world, that's how he found Sasha and Pegasus, who were adopted by me.

So what about the dream now?I passed by the remote alley where Sasha was killed yesterday with him in a grand manner. It was dark and far-reaching, and of course it was empty—the image of the dead girl finally no longer appeared to be an eyesore.I was sneering to myself when suddenly Sisyphus who was beside me froze - he put his hands on his chest and frowned!

I was startled, quickly grabbed his arm, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, tried his best to smile at me and comforted me, "It's okay..." But a layer of fine beads of sweat suddenly rolled out on his forehead, and his brown hair was sticky, and even the dark red headband on his forehead was also covered. Drenched in cold sweat rolling down.

"You...you are enduring the pain!!" I was shocked, "Sisyphus! Let me see your chest!!"

When I saw the smudged blood red oozing from the front of the linen white shirt, my expression was thunderous - how could it be like this again? !Did I kill Sasha, who he hadn't met yet, to feel his soul and suffer severe pain? !

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