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The retribution of laughing too much is a stomachache.

Persephone hugged a cloth pillow and pressed it against her chest to support her precarious standing posture.The pillow was stuffed with some kind of animal fluff, it was so soft that it couldn't support her sagging figure.

Once she took a breath, her abdomen curled up into a ball, and her emotions rushed to her head.Mandatory orders to control the body, forceful stuffing of unknown things, and control of emotions.

She seemed to see her limbs twisted stiffly, the air turned into a strong silk thread that strangled her skin, lifted her flesh, pulled her bones to hang her up, and on top of the thread was the terrifying Hades His magical hand, when he flicked his fingers, she danced to his movements.

Persephone shook, and hurriedly threw this terrible imagination out of her mind, but these terrible pictures gave her great courage as she wished.

She stood at the gate, with the gloomy porch behind her and the cold wind whistling with the smell of kerosene. The "people" drawn on the red murals between the columns were staring at her with non-luminous eyes.

And inside the door, the fire was burning brighter, and Hades was sitting in a high-backed chair. He had just taken a shower, and the loose linen long underwear on his body was dripping with moisture at his feet, and he stomped casually next to him. stool.On his lap was a thick roll of parchment, half of which fell out of the chair, and the heads of several skeletons on the paper roared from time to time as they struggled to squeeze out.

He silently looked at Persephone standing at the door, like a solemn statue, and maintained this gaze for quite a while.

He just let her lie on the bed to sleep, but when she hugged the pillow and ran to the gate like a deer eager to escape the hunter's cage, he just looked at her coldly.

Persephone stood on the single-plank bridge by herself, and there were ghosts on both sides.This kind of pressure caused the words in her mouth to roll around, and she couldn't organize it for a while.

Although a large number of foreign languages ​​can be understood by the ear, it is difficult for the mouth to grasp the subtle differences in the sound, causing many syllables to be pronounced as if they are embarrassing the vocal cords and tongue.

She went through the manuscript several times in her head, and finally spoke.

"Does your palace have many rooms?"

The black mist flowing from Hades' feet was about to drag her in, but when she heard her doubts, she stopped immediately.

She was asking about his property.

The black mist hidden in the shadow rolled up on the ground hesitantly and shyly, and the movement that wanted to roughly grab her ankle just now disappeared.

Hades looked at her indifferently, but couldn't help patting his knee with his fingers, which was a slightly excited gesture.

"Twenty-one thousand three hundred."

The majestic palace has countless corridors, halls, and storerooms in the inner courtyard. The bronze is the ground, the silver is the wall, and the gold is decorated.

The designer is the ghost of Daedalus who wanders outside the palace crying to find his son. He is one of the few undead human souls who have not been cut off from their emotional souls, and they retain their ability to build in life.

It's a pity that he cried too loudly and was kicked out by him for a long time.Otherwise, more rooms can be built.

Not only the palace, but also herds of black cattle (cows that have died into bones), countless mine veins (waiting to be excavated), vast dark land (no crops can be grown), and the largest number of subjects (all ghosts) .

In terms of wealth, Hades has the most, and any greedy goddess will be subdued by this wealth.

Hades couldn't help but move his sitting position, raised his chin, and waited for her to continue asking.

Persephone thought about the concept of more than 2 rooms, but the number was too large and there was no sense of shock.

She nodded perfunctorily, "You have many, many rooms."

Hades looked at the eaves of the door indifferently and noblely, his eyes were on the lamp.

Persephone: "Can I borrow one?"

This is to divide his wealth. At first it was a temptation, and then slowly, he was asked to hand over the key to the room where the gems and gold were stored, and then share his land.

Persephone looked at Hades, who was as cold as a rock, and repeated cheekily again, "How about lending me a small bed, and I'll sleep in the corner."

Who would have thought that one day, she would beg someone for a place to sleep.

Being poor is indeed the original sin.

Hades' eyes, which were higher than the top of his head, finally put them down. He looked at her carefully, but his extremely dark eyes had a kind of permeating coldness.

For a moment, Persephone felt that his gaze pierced her soul, as if he was being observed from the inside out, even her clothes were ripped off.

She hugged the pillow even tighter, feeling disgusted and perverted in her heart.

Finally, Hades saw her vigilant movements, finally determined something, pinched his fingers hard, and almost crushed the parchment.

What she wants is not wealth, but to stay away from him.

A god caught in the flames of love loses the power to endure.

Persephone didn't even know how she changed positions, a thick black mist suddenly rolled her up, like a rough and powerful hand, grabbing her arm, grabbing her clothes on the back, as if holding her Like a puppet, it was quickly thrown towards the big golden bed.

Although there was black mist as a backing, he was not harmed.But when Persephone fell on the bed, she was still in a daze.

She still maintained the posture of hugging the pillow, and before the black mist dissipated, she kindly helped her pull the woolen quilt over her body.

The bright light was blocked, and Hades stood by the bed, holding his hands restrained together, and the surging black mist was also wrapped by him and turned into a robe.

His face was even a little fierce in the darkness, which made the quail under the quilt tremble with fright.

Seeing that it might scare her, Hades was speechless for a moment, and in the end all the ferocity turned into a command, "The Evernight Goddess is already galloping across the land, this is your time to rest, go to sleep."

After finishing speaking, Hades turned around and left with his own black mist in his arms. He wanted to close the door, so she couldn't escape.

Persephone blinked, and when he heard that his tone was a little soft, she didn't know why her defensive attitude was a little relaxed.She thought that if the other party hadn't been controlled by the arrow, he would actually be a good god.

He saved her.

Persephone moved quickly, stood up and stretched out her hand, pulling the corner of the black mist of God who was about to leave.

The back of the god who was about to walk away immediately went numb, and he turned his head through gritted teeth like a ferocious beast whose fur had been plucked.

But he saw that Persephone's eyes were bright, and the flowers that had been hanging down his head were also blooming brilliantly on the top of his head, showing him a lovely smile.

"Hades, room separation is conducive to destroying love. It is best to have a long-distance relationship. You are on the far side, and I won't meet on the far side. Naturally, you won't like me after a long time."

Nine points out of ten long-distance relationships, Persephone's argument is supported by solid big data.

"It may be difficult at the beginning, but we have to face the difficulties and keep going. You have to be strong and not be defeated by love. Look at me, there is nothing good. Ugly, lazy, illiterate, hate the poor and love the rich..."

Hades tore off his clothes, but did not pull them back. He was silent for a moment when he heard Persephone's words, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "I'm rich."

Persephone's words were interrupted, and she forgot the content of the manuscript for a while, and couldn't catch Hades' words.

She despises herself, how can Hades praise herself.

Hades said calmly again: "Gold is like dust under my feet."

Persephone twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a hypocritical, more perfunctory smile, "You are really rich."

so rich

They don't even borrow a room, insisting on lone men and widows huddling together for sex, either with bad intentions or stingy.

She was afraid that the topic would go off track. After all, this is not a rich contest, so she quickly raised her head, calmed her tense breathing, and said softly, "Hades, it's not difficult to hate someone. Look at my shortcomings..."

Her hands are kneading his skin, her voice is soft and sweet, and her persuasion is so pious.

There was a kind of bright satin on Hades' chest, but it was different from the burning emotion in his chest, it was gentle and unstoppable tolerance.

"No."

Persephone choked on all the spouting self-deprecation, "Huh?"

Hades still embraced each other with both hands, but his body bent down uncontrollably. His breath was a bit messy, and he was getting closer and closer to her, until the black hair fell from his forehead and fell to her cheek.

He repeated, "You have no flaws."

Persephone's breathing was a bit difficult, she had recited many times the script to persuade him and failed in his sentence, she smelled the fragrance of his body after taking a bath.

It smells similar to her body, it should be the same spice they used.

Even, many of the bathing utensils she used are not brand new. It seems that Hades is not the kind of god who raises his hand and uses divine power to remove dirt with one click.

He needs to bathe, eat, and drink. If it weren't for all kinds of magical powers, he really looks like a human being.

If it is not time travel, and he is also a human being.She couldn't meet him in modern times, and even if she could, she probably wouldn't be able to say that she has no shortcomings.

The god who was shot by the arrow was forced to speak insincere love words. Persephone thought that if she was shot by the arrow, she would become like him, and she might not have done as well as him.

His breathing was close at hand, his face was calm and pale, but his body was obviously tense, as if he was suppressing something.

Persephone stepped back tentatively, but he didn't move, she stepped back again, her fingers touched the quilt, and she simply pushed away, the whole person turned around and was about to get out of bed.

A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her clothes easily.

Persephone didn't dare to move anymore, this kind of clothes could be taken off with a little effort, so she could only go back to the bed obediently.

"Sleep." Hades ordered with a blank expression, and his hand slowly loosened her clothes, and took them back as if nothing had happened.

The curse pattern on the wrist, hanging on his bones, prevents him from touching her any further.

Persephone observed him tentatively for a while, then shook her head vigorously with a desperate attitude.

Hades narrowed his eyes lightly, she still aroused his anger when she repeatedly disobeyed, God couldn't bear to be disobeyed continuously, it was tarnishing his self-esteem.

Seeing the displeasure on his face, Persefine immediately pulled off the quilt, wrapped herself up and lay down like a cowardly cat that pissed off a vicious dog.

She pretended to be like a corpse, and muttered: "I'm asleep, I'm asleep."

Hades: "..."

Persephone turned over again, wrapped herself more tightly, and let out an even sound of sleeping breathing.

Hades: "..."

Finally he got up slowly, looked at the soft contour line raised by the quilt, and was silent for a long time before trying to reach out and touch her neck.

She trembled uncontrollably, but didn't dare to look back.

Being so scared, she has been trying her best to step on his bottom line and deliberately resist his words.

Anxiety, restlessness, restless longing.

Hades' hand slid across her neck, and where the fingertips touched, flowers bloomed, and one fell to her sideways lips.Her mood immediately fluctuated more violently, which was disgust.

Then Hades saw her move her mouth secretly to let the flower fall open, as if the petals would touch her lips.

All of Hades' movements were petrified. After a long time, he withdrew his hand, his expression became indifferent, and the beautiful light shone on his hair.

"I allow you..."

His voice did not have any emotional fluctuations, and there was a sense of distant coldness.

"You can disobey me once a day."

When Persephone heard this, she regained her energy and was just about to open her mouth to say something when she heard another supplementary sentence coming in coldly.

"Except for leaving and rooming."

Well, she shut up obediently.But thinking that Hades was tortured so badly by Cupid's arrow that he could still regress so rationally and restrainedly, she hesitated again and again, and stretched out her hand to pull out her quilt, and then pulled it back to share the quilt with him.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sound of Hades going to bed, should he continue to work?

Persephone has been maintaining a posture and does not dare to move. The neck seems to be hanging, causing excessive pressure on the cervical spine, and pain everywhere.

She turned slightly, and saw countless clay panels on the ground obediently rolled aside, and there were no working clay panels on the reclining chair by the wall, and the papyrus also flew away, and she was rolled into a ball not far away on the table.

And the man who was standing by the bed just now, like a scourge, was already lying on his side.His soft black hair flowed on the coral-patterned cushion, and his bare skin was smooth and fair. Under the white underwear, his feet without shoes were exposed in the light of fire oil, giving him a radiant texture.

He closed his eyes, still indifferent expression, indifferent sleeping posture.

Like a beautiful statue, every inch of muscle line has been painstakingly sculpted, without any flaws.

Persephone felt dazzled by this kind of beauty, the love of beauty is instinctive, she just appreciates it.

Just now, he stepped on the thunder and even took the risk of being violated to resist Hades, but he wanted to know how far he could bear her.

The result was much better than she thought. Although I don't know how far Hades can endure, but in a short time he... probably won't hurt her.

Persephone hid under the quilt, revealing two spiritual eyes.It was very quiet all around, and occasionally one or two clay slabs collided with each other, scolded a few mothers and then hid secretly, not daring to offend the gods who were about to rest.

Suddenly she saw a piece of black mist standing beside the bed, poking her head. After a while, the black mist penetrated into the quilt lightly and touched her skin.

Familiar with the slightly warm breath, with a strange fragrance, the slightly drunk and comfortable feeling made her eyelids start to twitch, and Persephone couldn't help yawning.

She curled up into a ball silently, her back arched, the black mist seemed to be hesitant, and finally still gently hugged her body.

Persephone couldn't help muttering in a daze before going to bed, "Hades, disobedience, I will use it on things that make you hate me, every day I will do one thing that makes you hate me, is that okay?"

Disgust accumulates day by day, and sooner or later the arrow will be pulled out.

Hades didn't answer, and seemed to be asleep.

Persephone didn't know if he fell asleep, she was quickly pulled into a peaceful dream by the breath of the black mist.

If she looked back, she would find that the black mist had formed into a tall figure, with strong arms stretched out, surrounding her body, and the abundant death power soothed her weak and tired soul.

Hades didn't open her eyes until her calm breathing sounded softly.He quietly looked at her insecure sleeping position on the recliner, and her frown still frowning in sleep.

Sex surged through his body, and he still longed to touch her.

Hades stretched out his hand, stagnated in the air, his fingertips gently touched the light of the air, and the black mist on the bed also stretched out a soft hand, covering it lightly.

Cover her brows and smooth away her sad wrinkles.

All her emotions finally quieted down with the deep sleep.

Hades felt that his world was empty at once, and her emotions were like a grand and extravagant feast, filling his dead heart.

But now, only the cries of dead souls filled his ears.

Hades couldn't help wrapping his arms around his chest, and the familiar softness also appeared in his arms, and the black mist on the bed also exerted more force, hugging her into his divine power.

The oily sheen of pine resin exudes a dry smell, dispelling some dampness and coldness in the gorgeous house.

Hades' eyelids also became heavy, and he maintained the posture of hiding a flower in his arms, and gradually fell asleep. , please keep in mind:,.