[Greek Mythology] Dangxiu Tai traveled through ancient Greece

Although most of the gods at the wedding banquet believed in their hearts that the God of Vitality was worthy of the title of 'the most beautiful god', they did not dare to speak out in front of the three powerful goddesses.

After all, Hera, the queen of heaven, has supreme power and is not broad-minded; although Athena has lost her war godhood, she is still the daughter that Zeus values ​​very much, and her resourcefulness is even more outstanding; There is a grumpy Ares.

No matter which one of these three goddesses can offend.

As a result, the ownership of the golden apples has not been able to obtain a definite result for a long time.

Seeing that this dispute has affected the ongoing wedding, Zeus put the wine glass on the table impatiently, "Since the gods can't give an answer, let humans choose."

Gods and goddesses have always had different thoughts and wishes. Zeus didn't care about this game, he just thought it was a waste of time.No need to judge, the beauty of Flores is acknowledged, but the God-King, like the other gods, does not want to provoke the wrath of the three goddesses.

So he looked at Hermes, "Since the most beautiful god is selected, let the most beautiful human beings judge, Hermes?"

Hermes thought for a moment. The most beautiful man among mankind is Paris on Mount Ida, and the most beautiful woman is Helen in the palace of Tyndareus. Both of them can be the referee of this game.

But Helen is the illegitimate daughter of Zeus and Queen Leda of Sparta. If she is allowed to preside over this competition, Hera, the Queen of Heaven, may be the first to disagree. Then another disturbance will arise before the result of the competition is released.

Hermes decided to choose Paris, "The most beautiful man in the world is Paris, and he is now grazing on Mount Ida."

Aphrodite couldn't wait, "Then let's find him now! Let him choose the most beautiful god!"

The goddess of love and beauty believes that as long as it is a man, it is absolutely impossible to escape her temptation.

This game, she won.

The sun god Apollo shook his head, "There is no need to condescend so much, just bring him here."

Zeus wanted Hermes to go to Paris, but the three goddesses agreed that Hermes had a better relationship with Flores, so they even spoke for Flores in this game and asked him to go to Paris. Rees, the god of eloquence and lies, might lobby Paris in advance to give the golden apple to Flores.

So it was finally up to the gentle Demeter to invite Paris.

When the human man arrived, the three goddesses were waiting with the most beautiful posture.

Flores, on the other hand, had already finished her wandering state, sitting with her feet up, slowly sipping scented tea.

However, in the eyes of the gods, the fact that the god of vitality didn't care about it represented that he was confident about this game.

At the same time, the gods were also waiting for Paris with a mood of anticipation, imagining what kind of demeanor this most beautiful man on the earth would look like.

However, when they arrived, they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Paris is indeed very beautiful, but among the male gods present, in addition to Flores who has the title of the most beautiful male god, the ones with outstanding appearance include the sun god Apollo, the god of vengeance Narcissus, and the god of disease Emerod.

Among these three, whether it is the young Apollo and Narcissus, or the young Emerod, any one of them has better appearance than Paris.

After Demeter brought Paris among the gods, Zeus glanced at the humans in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Paris, you should know why you are standing here, we need you to judge About the competition of the most beautiful among the gods. Now, pick up the golden apple on the table, there are four beautiful gods in front of you, you can choose the most beautiful one in your eyes, and put the golden apple representing the winner Give him the apple. Let's see what you choose."

Paris was having fun with his wife Onone, but she didn't panic when she was suddenly brought before the gods.

Instead, he prides himself on being recognized by the gods for his looks.

He looked at the three beautiful goddesses with a kind of admiration.

The queen Hera is gorgeous and compelling, and there is a luxurious radiance between her eyebrows and eyes that makes people dare not look directly at her.

Athena, the goddess of wisdom, is full of vigor, with wisdom and confidence in her blue eyes.

Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, is charming, charming, and possesses the most beautiful qualities of all women in the world. Every time she lifts her eyes and curls her lips, she is full of extreme temptation.

Even though Paris thought that he loved his gentle wife Onone in his heart, but after seeing Aphrodite's face, he couldn't help but be distracted by her feminine charm.

After secretly strengthening his love for his wife in his heart, Paris avoided Aphrodite's eyes in a bit of embarrassment, and looked in the direction of the last god.

In terms of beauty alone, Aphrodite is unmatched.

He said in his heart, but the next moment, his eyes were attracted by a pair of white and crystal clear feet.

The last god sat leisurely on the stool, with two beautiful legs without shoes placed on them, which were more delicate and small than women's feet.The white instep seemed to be shimmering like pearls, and the round toes were pink like petals.

Paris looked up those beautiful feet, but was disappointed to find that the upward skin had been hidden in two tubes of red cloth with gold thread pattern.

He seemed to hear a sigh from his own soul, and the inexplicable regret made his eyes rush up along the slender legs, and he saw the slender waist with the red belt.

The next moment, his eyes were dazzled by the whiteness.

This god is wearing a thin red dress, with fair skin exposed in the middle of his chest. Even if he wears a complicated and exquisite ruby ​​gold collar on his chest, it will not be able to cover it much. The skin is enough to dazzle any self-controlled person.

Paris couldn't look away for a long time, until there seemed to be a gust of wind that blew a handful of long black hair to the other's chest, covering the fine white.

The line of sight was blocked, and Paris came back to his senses, almost eager to see the face of the god.

With just one glance, Paris felt that he was deeply trapped in a beautiful and illusory dream.

Like the soft west wind in spring, like the clear spring water in the forest, like the wonderful fragrance of flowers in the wind, like the gentle sunshine in the sky, like the quiet and distant night sky at night, all the best things in the world are gathered in one person, creating a unique Extremely beautiful.

In this way, Paris was attracted by this unparalleled beauty, and his whole person seemed to be turned into a stone statue that could not move or speak, and could only keep looking at the god in front of him with his eyes.

Eyes like stars, skin like milk, eyelashes like butterfly wings, long hair like nightfall, lips like petals, even if it’s just one of them, they all have an irresistible charm .

Hermes looked at Paris, who was staring straight at Flores, and smiled proudly at Athena, "It seems that there is no need to say more, the result of this game is also obvious, Paris' reaction is enough to prove everything .”

Flores ignored the dazed humans in front of him, because now he had to hold his own vinegar factory tightly in his hands as if nothing had happened, in case he kicked the humans in front of him into the sky in a sudden violent attack.

'Flores, let me go. '

'Calm down, dear. "Flores lowered her eyes, and played with her long hair hanging down her legs with her fingers, but actually tied Hades with her own hair, "Paris didn't do anything to me. '

"He dares to look at you with such nasty eyes..." Hades looked at his partner's long hair wrapped around him, unable to get away from this wonderful encirclement, and could only look at Paris with extremely cold eyes, '...is a blasphemy against you. '

'This is a normal reaction of ordinary people to see beautiful things. ’Actually, Flores didn’t like Paris’s overly revealing gaze, but in order to appease Hades, he had to pretend to be normal, ‘If you can’t stand this, I might as well not go out up. '

Hades was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "This is the best." '

'Um? Flores didn't respond for a while, and asked in confusion: "What is the best." '

'Don't go out. Hades turned around and looked up at Flores, relying on his partner not being able to see him at the moment, the deep and dark paranoia and lust were undisguised in his green eyes, "I have been staying in Hades... no, Stay in a place where only I can see, and no other gods can see you...'

Can't see you, can't hear you, can't feel you.

The deepest thoughts hidden in Pluto's heart were unearthed at this moment.

He recalled the jealousy and dissatisfaction he felt when he learned that his partner's heart was occupied by other gods, and he still couldn't get rid of it till now.

Even if it was their child, Hades couldn't suppress the deep jealousy and irritability in his heart as long as he thought of a god who could be closer to his partner than him, and wished to drag him out.

Pluto suddenly had an idea.

He can open a hole in his heart, put Flores in, never let her out, and seal his partner tightly in his heart.

Then from now on, only he can meet Flores, hear Flores' voice, and respond to Flores' demands. Their relationship will become closer, and no one can intervene between them. Not even kids.

'Hades, I think you don't want to sleep in the bedroom, do you? 'Flores sneered, interrupting the irresistible imagination in Pluto's heart.

The God of Vitality kneaded Pluto's little head with his fingers, pulled his hair viciously from time to time, and said fiercely: "You still want to keep me from going out, why, do you think you can control me now?"Who swore the oath at the Styx? '

'it's me. His Majesty Pluto still had his robes messed up by his partner, and his scalp was pulled sorely that he still didn't change his face.

The author has something to say: This beauty pageant is not over yet