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After tossing and tossing on the earth, she didn't feel tired. When she returned to Hades, she had a late-night supper and took a bath again. She finally realized that there is a limit to human physical strength.

Once that limit is exceeded, even if all kinds of minor injuries to the body are instantly healed by the black mist of Ha-the healing artifact-Diss, the excessive consumption of the spirit will still cause the feet to be soft when going to bed.

Persephone, who rolled the quilt into a ball, looked at the top of the bed without thinking, as if waiting for something.

Finally, at the gate where there was no movement, an illusory fire shadow appeared silently, and quickly condensed into a black mist. Hades, holding the parchment in one hand, had already come through the door.

He was barefoot, wearing a new light-colored underwear, full of the aroma after bathing, his black hair had been dried and curled by his own temperature, fluffy and unruffled, and looked a little cute.

Persephone lifted the quilt silently and covered her face, only showing two eyes of the same color as Hades, she didn't dare to look at him, but wanted to look at him.

It's not good for a man to be too pretty.

She was once again worried about what would happen if Hades suddenly went mad again, she could hardly stand it anymore, she would be even wilder than him at that time...

After all inappropriate imaginations were sealed with strong moral glue 502, Persephone recited in her heart that sex is emptiness is sex a dozen times before barely stopping her wild thoughts.

Hades also found that the ups and downs of hot emotions in his heart were submerged in his emotional ocean because of passing by too quickly, and he didn't realize that it belonged to Persephone.

He stretched out his hand and gently gathered up Persephone's loose long hair, placed it beside her, and then sat on the side of the bed, spread out the rolled paper in his hand, and rolled it onto the golden bed board, revealing Inside is a complex and huge drawn map.

Persephone looked sideways, only to see the god sitting sideways with his white neck hanging down, stretching out his fingers and gliding over the terrain lines, all the mountains and rivers drawn seemed to be the shadows under his white fingertips. stars.The ordinary lines drawn with mineral ink all shone brightly under his touch.

Persephone blinked immediately, only to find that the flames were only on his nails.

Hades thought she was interested in maps. After all, when Persephone took the initiative to get in touch with knowledge, she always showed an unusual interest in various graphics.

He bowed his head sideways and brought the map to her eyes.

In the central area of ​​the map, a square logo is drawn, and within this logo is a simple interior map of the palace.

Starting from this graphic representing the beginning of Hades' palace, the right side is the Lite River filled with forgotten water, and the left side is a black origin not far from the palace.

Persephone squinted his eyes and read the notes carefully. The black dot was the bottomless Tartarus.

The line representing the river of fire flows past Tartarus, and finally crosses the river Styx and enters Exetes.

Obviously, this is a map of Hades, and it is the first-hand information that Persephone cannot find from the bookshelf, and only the rulers and senior managers of Hades can get it.

Normally, Persephone would have been jumping up and down, trying her best to study this topographic map, which is very useful no matter whether she is staying at home or running away, but this day's tossing and tossing has already made her mentally exhausted.

As she watched, her eyelids drooped, and she tried her best to remember that there was a large blank space in front of the palace, and at the end of the blank space was the intersection of three rivers - the Exeters River.

For the rest of the detailed, but numbingly complicated, markings of each area of ​​the Underworld, words and pictures entered her eyes and flowed out again, whether she saw it or not.

She vaguely heard Hades ask her a question.

"Do you like this place?"

Persephone managed to raise one eye, all the lines on the map had become a piece of sesame paste, and she didn't know where Hades was talking about.

And he took the map and asked her this kind of question, could it be... that he thinks that giving gold and sunshine is not a luxury, so he still wants to give a house and land?

Impressive, but don't give it away.

Persephone, who didn't dare to accept it, directly ignored his question, not wanting him to see his violently shaking heart under his upright appearance.

For a newcomer who didn't even bring a tent and could only send him under the hedge of God, if someone gave him land, it would be like giving him a pillow when he was sleepy, or rice if he was hungry, and it would be cruel to him to refuse.

Even if this is a cemetery, it doesn't mean that gold is not needed. Thinking about the price of modern cemeteries, you can see how generous Uncle Ha is.

Persephone was moved and fell asleep at the same time.

Hades' fingers skipped over a large area where the Flegon River passed. This was a land where Persephone's divine power could hardly exist. The temperature of the flames was a disaster for the seeds.

He selected carefully, and his fingertips finally stopped on the opposite side of the Lite River, which is very close to the palace. After hesitating for a while, he moved a little more, and slid from the opposite side of the river to the river side.

Infinitely close to the palace, almost a piece of land next to the outer wall of the palace.

It is covered with ashes, the ground is pale, there is no name, and you can see it when you open the door.

Hades clicked on this place thoughtfully, planting edible crops should be enough.First dig up the soil from Gaia's body, and spread it on the selected underworld for the seeds to rest.

Then release fire horses to run around the land every day to spread the sun, and find a gardener to fetch water from the Lite River for irrigation.

Coupled with Persephone's overflowing divine power, soon there will be a piece of land in the underworld full of food that only exists on the earth.

Hades, who had finally made up his mind, was about to ask her about her wishes, but found that the girl wrapped in the quilt had closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Hypnos' footsteps sounded outside the door, as if he wanted to ask if he could enter here and give them a beautiful dream.

Hades silently glanced at the closed door, and after rejecting Sleepy God's kindness, he gently tore open a corner of the quilt and took her hand out.

The naturally curled fingers are slender and clean, and the longevity thread that fate has woven for this body is hidden in the palm lines, and the broken life thread is tied with a piece of light green vitality.

Hades' eyes stayed on the green line for a long time before he took out the small flower basket from the black mist, and all the seeds snatched from the earth were hidden in it.

He tilted the basket, and the figs, olives and other seeds floated out, and finally these fine floating lights condensed into balls and came to Persephone's hands.

The power that belonged to her naturally entered her soul without any repulsion or weight.

Her long hair is even more beautiful because of this power, and each strand of hair is dyed with a golden color, and it grows first with the seeds of countless people's beliefs.

Wheat ears emerged from her temples, and the full grains and awns lay on her white forehead, half covering her closed eyes.

Hades quickly stretched out his hand to uncover the wheat that popped out suddenly, only to see that the black on Persephone's eyebrows and eyelashes faded to a clean pale gold.

The more seeds she got back, the stronger she would be, and the power of death that bound her would be repelled away, which was not conducive to his plan to convert her priesthood.

Hades silently watched the changes in her soul, and suddenly reached out to stroke her long hair, suppressing the vitality of the wheat seeds that couldn't wait to hatch.

Or shouldn't give her too much, before she becomes the God of Hades.

Countless dark thoughts that he took for granted reappeared. The underworld full of tragic sounds does not please any gods, and he himself is the nightmare of countless creatures.

When he and the underworld are placed on the plate of offerings, and the other plate is placed on the bright sunshine, the green earth and the laughing Olympus.

Her escape today clearly revealed that he was not on the plate she picked up.

If she had the strength to escape from here again because of the fertile planting land, the sunshine and the golden wheat, then what should he do to keep her.

Thinking of this, Lord Pluto's whole body fell into a melancholy depression, and he looked at the lanyard on her wrist.

The golden bird above jumped off the rope in fright, hit the wall with its head, turned into gold powder, and dissipated in the air.

The self-destruction of the real culprit who took her away didn't make Hades' cold temperament any warmer. His fingers pressed her hair again, trying to force his own power to change the hair color.

The power of theocracy from the ground crashed into her vibrant soul like a swift river mixed with ice. Seeing that the two forces were about to collide with blood, the cold side was quickly withdrawn.

Hades let go of his hand suddenly, and his back arched tightly. His pupils dilated, reflecting the swaying firelight, and the chaotic restlessness, irritability, and impulsiveness inside were clearly revealed in the quiet night.

Just now, he actually wanted to forcibly pull out the wheat seeds that had returned to her body to prevent her from becoming stronger again, and even planned to use the power of Hades to tear apart the vitality and forcibly pollute her soul.

...This is actually a feasible plan.

The confusion in Hades' eyes gradually disappeared, and the indifference without sadness or joy appeared on his face again.

Love has indeed given him tenderness, and sharing joy and sorrow has given him empathy, but the ruler of the underworld sitting on the ebony throne will not change his nature of cruelty and unscrupulousness.

If her theocratic power is slowly changed, then she will have great power before she becomes a god of the underworld, and it is very likely that she will awaken the memory of the god in advance, and then immediately escape from the human body.

Hades stretched out his warm palm and gently covered her eyes.

——It’s better to change her power directly, become the god of the underworld immediately, and completely cut off her thoughts of returning to the earth.

Hades's eyes were black and bottomless, but his deep voice was deceptively gentle, "Persephine, I peel off your heavy living body, and let the suffering of sick and hungry mortals leave you forever."

The god of Hades is ready, and the soul that leaves the death body will be directly grabbed by his power and become the king of darkness.

The dangerous power that could directly destroy the seed priesthood was about to appear in his hand and forcefully pressed into her head when a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The soft, cool touch has no offensive power, it just rests on his hand bones.

All of Hades' movements froze, and even the sound of breathing disappeared at this moment.

Persephone easily pulled off the hand that was pressing her eyes, barely propped up her heavy eyelids, and saw Hades mutter, "Your hands are too hot."

It was so hot that she thought that the torch was accidentally dropped, and the fire oil fell on her skin.

But why did Hades cover her eyes?

Puzzled, Persephone squinted her eyes and noticed that the light from the flames was shaking a bit. Could it be that Hades lent her his hand as a blindfold because he was worried that the light would affect her sleep quality?

She didn't see that under the bed, on the corner of the wall, and on the murals, countless strange black mist were twisting uncontrollably because of the madness of the master, and even the turpentine torch and pine oil brazier were stirred up into a mess.

Hades didn't say a word, he seemed to be nonchalant, but in fact he moved his hand stiffly to the map scattered on the bed, then lowered his head and pretended that he was studying hard and never did anything bad.

Persephone always felt that there was something wrong with him, so she couldn't help but stare at him for a long time, only to find that the other party was looking at a certain mark on the map without any unnecessary movements.

"you……"

As soon as Persephone opened her mouth, Hades suddenly raised her head. There was no trace of white in her thick black eyes, and she seemed to be frightened by her.

All the words were choked in his throat by his ghostly eyes. Persephone was speechless for a while before carefully asking: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Hades nodded naturally, "Soon."

Persephone couldn't say a word and looked into his pitch-black eyes. Hades seemed to lose the whites of his eyes only when his emotions were out of control or his strength was too strong.

But he looked very calm, could it be that he was too tired and caused dark circles to enter his eyes?

This funny thought made Persephone sober for two minutes. She hesitated for a few seconds before tearing off half of the quilt wrapped around her body and putting it on Hades' side. Then she rolled her eyes a few times nervously and said: "Then, good night then."

This was the first time she took the initiative to share half of the quilt with him, and this action carried an obvious hint of affection.

Hades didn't notice it at all, he looked at the map expressionlessly, and hummed coldly.

The big-hearted Persephone was not too disappointed, and even breathed a sigh of relief because he didn't react too much. She felt drowsy again, and she heard Hades ask again, "Do you like this place?" ?"

Persephone didn't expect that he was still persevering in finding the place she liked, she said dumbfoundingly: "I like it, you can choose whatever you want."

If you refuse him again, maybe he will just stick around and look at the map all night.

After responding to his kindness, Persephone, who closed her eyes, finally felt the movement of the quilt being lifted gently. She was about to smile when she suddenly thought of something to say, "Have you washed your feet yet?"

Hades, who just took a shower, walked barefoot. Although he knew that it was common for people here to walk barefoot, he had to wash his feet before going to bed.

As soon as this sentence was asked, the god beside him paused, as if he hadn't thought about this question, and then turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared on the bed, and went to wash his feet.

Persephone couldn't help muttering, "Are you so obedient?"

After speaking, she yawned lightly, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

After a while, Hades, who had gone back and forth, returned to the bed again.He saw the wheatgrass in Persephone's hair grow back to her cheek, stinging her skin.

Without much hesitation, Hades immediately reached out and stroked the wheat, turning their power into an ear of wheat, and put it on the hair beside her ear, which looked like the golden earrings on his ears Dazzling without being cumbersome.

Persephone was not disturbed, she maintained the same sleeping position due to exhaustion, and the separated half of the quilt was as flat as a clay tablet full of invitations, quietly waiting for him to pick it up.

Hades stared at the half of the quilt for a while, then stretched out his hand to gently support his forehead, and there was a strange expression on his face hidden in the shadow.

There was a throbbing pain in my chest for no apparent reason.

Anger and killing intent were forged into a knife that stabbed at him, cutting open his arrogant and cold black iron heart, showing a weak emotion that he had never seen before.

Because he had never seen such emotion before, he didn't even understand what it was.

Hades pondered for a long time, picked up the map as if confirming something, and melted a hard pen with ink in his hand, as naturally as he had thought about it thousands of times, on the chosen blank space, write a new name.

— Elysion.

Blessed land, happy and joyous as the banquet of Olympus far in the sky.

Here will be evergreen all year round, wheat will be harvested throughout the year, and fresh fruits will always hang on the trees.

The miserable labor and the howling of the undead will be isolated from this land, and the only power that exists is the vitality of the seeds.

Hades stamped his seal on Elysion, and completely attributed it to Persephone's spirit. She has all the powers to control Elysion, including driving him away.

The map and pen disappeared in his hands, and Hades finally lay down next to the sleeping girl, and after hugging the quiet girl into his arms, he let his frustration emerge.

The strong can control and change everything about the weak, this is the divine rule they follow.

Under this rule, devouring and dismembering one's own main god is a normal thing.

"But this is something that hurts you..." After Hades whispered to herself, Shen Mo buried her face in her hair full of wheat fragrance.Like a large piranha attached to her life, it put away all its fangs and claws, and only wanted to bloom on her body.

He couldn't guarantee that he would never lose his mind, especially if he didn't get her love, or see her run away again.

If, if one day, he can't help but want to hurt her, Elysion will be the paradise to protect her.

Because she could order him, get out.