everyone loves apollo

Eros showed a faint smile.

Childish boy, dare to let the arrow of Cupid shoot at his chest, this is something that even Zeus, the god of heaven, would avoid.Didn't the gods of Olympus tell you about the horrors of Eros?Sure enough, he was a newborn god, who dared to wander around the world without knowing anything.

"I cannot accept your proposal," he said, like a cunning hunter leading a simple and innocent prey into a trap step by step. After the arrow is shot, the whole person will fall into uncontrollable love. The burning flame of love will blind your heart and make you do some things that you regret. God of Light, I don’t want to bear your resentment and anger , so let's shake hands and make peace. I admit that you have a good shot and a first-class archery, and we don't need to argue about such trivial matters."

This show of weakness not only did not calm Apollo's emotions, but made his anger burn even more vigorously, his eyes shone with a strange brilliance, and a bright blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Eros," he cried, "if you have the dignity of the gods, you should accept my challenge bravely. I swear by the River Styx, win or lose, I will accept the result of fair competition, and will not I resent you afterward, and lie in the dark to seek revenge on you with my silver bow."

"Okay then," Eros sighed, "since you insist. Then, Apollo, for the sake of your infancy, I'll let you do it first. Longshot God, don't hesitate, Unleash all the golden arrows in your hand to see if one can hit my heart, and you will know whether what I said earlier is true or not."

The age problem once again stepped on Apollo's sore feet.Just as all children in the world don't like adults calling him small, the great God of Light is no exception.In his rage, he completely forgot the virtue of humility and the principle of fair competition. He drew out the golden arrow in the quiver with his backhand, put it on the silver bow, and aimed at Eros' left chest. Fly away, faster than a meteor, stronger than lightning, even the most powerful warrior in the world can't stop this arrow.

But suddenly two huge wings sprouted from behind Eros, and a strong whirlwind slammed up, causing the sharp arrow to crooked.At the same time, he escaped the fatal blow by flying into the air with the help of the wind.The golden arrow flew past his wings, scraped off a few feathers, and fluttered to the ground.He flapped his wings and flew towards the towering Mount Parnassus on the edge of the forest.

Apollo was very angry, and his white teeth left a row of deep tooth marks on his lips as soft as petals.He exerted his supernatural power, flew into the sky, and ran stridingly above the white clouds, chasing Eros closely.The bitter wind blew past his ears, his blond hair flew back like waves, and the sun above the clouds shone brightly, piercing his eyes like ten thousand sharp arrows, even if it was the one who controlled the light. The god couldn't bear it either, and his eyes were slightly painful.

The proud young man didn't want to admit defeat just like this, so he gritted his teeth tightly, tried to open his eyes wide, and aimed at the figure not far in front of him, and shot the arrows in his hand one after another.Those who aimed clearly were about to be stabbed, but they were pushed aside by the white wings, and only traces were drawn on the wings.The light feathers fell one by one, like snowflakes flying in winter.But the new feathers grow back quickly.No matter how raging the golden arrows are, the huge wings are still as fluffy and plump as when they were born.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Eros flew above the vast sky, up and down, left and right, like a bad owner holding a meaty bone to tease his puppy, just wanting to see its cute grin.

The speed can't be too slow, the golden arrow of the god of long-range shooting is no joke, as long as it hits a little arrow, it will leave a long scar.The feathers on the wings can grow instantly, but the wounds on the body cannot heal quickly.

But it can't be too fast, otherwise the God of Light who hasn't reached the peak of his divine power will easily fall down.At that time, he might sit on the clouds and cry because he couldn't find him, letting pearly tears cover his fair cheeks.

After flying for a while, there were fewer and fewer golden arrows behind him.Eros deliberately slowed down the speed, and the distance between Apollo and Apollo continued to shorten, so close that the sound of the bowstring being pulled and the hem of the clothes fluttering in the wind could be heard.The god's keen senses even caught the scent of grass and trees on the golden curls and the breath that was getting heavier with excitement.

The poor long-range shooter must have thought he had the chance to win.

Eros can imagine what he looks like now without looking back.After a lot of exercise, his handsome face was flushed, and a few crystal beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, dripping down his smooth cheeks.His blue eyes shone with determination, his lips curved upwards, and even his nose wrinkled slightly when he smiled...

The God of Eros, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, has been distracted by flying around.Suddenly, there was a chirp from behind, and the golden arrow split the air and flew towards him, very close at hand.When he came back to his senses, without even thinking about it, he quickly folded his wings and fell down.The light of the arrow brushed past his hair and shot into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

It's a pity, it was just a little bit short, and it hit the target.Apollo bit his lower lip, feeling very annoyed in his heart, and touched with his backhand, all the golden arrows in the quiver had been used up, and he hadn't had time to pick them up yet.Seeing the figure of Eros getting farther and farther away, he didn't have time to think about it, and followed him through layers of white clouds and fell to the top of the lush and verdant Mount Parnassus.

Venus stood on a huge stone, had been waiting for a long time.He pulled out the little golden bow like a toy, and shot at the Guangming God who had just gained a foothold.

Apollo turned pale with fright, and waved the silver bow in his hand, trying to push away the golden light that came through the sky.His strength was so great that the short and thin Cupid's arrow was knocked sideways and flew to the side.However, before he could catch his breath, the golden light turned a corner in the air and flew towards his chest again, faster than before.Apollo retreated rapidly, dodging left and right, using a huge silver bow as a weapon, and desperately fighting with Cupid's short arrow.But no matter how he dodges, the golden arrow is like a shadow, lingering around his heart.

Different from the God of Light's embarrassment, Eros is sitting leisurely on the rock, swipe his fingers in the air easily, manipulate the speed and attack of the golden arrow with divine power, and admire the heroic figure of the God of Light with a smile.

More than half of his physical strength was consumed while running, and he was a bit reluctant to cope with the fight at this time.After some struggles, his clothes were a bit messy, the skirts were undone, revealing his violently heaving chest, and his movements would occasionally freeze, but his haughty temperament supported him to persevere, and he refused to admit defeat for a long time.

He didn't give up, and Eros was naturally even less anxious. This one-sided battle lasted for a while, until Daphne appeared in the distant forest.

She is the daughter of the river god Penius. Although she is famous for her beauty, she likes a free life more than love and marriage.Like Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, she rejected all young men who came to court her.No matter how her father lamented in her ears, she did not waver in the slightest.

The god's sharp eyesight enabled Eros to see her from afar.There was a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, and he gave the last command to the arrow of Cupid, piercing it neatly into Apollo's chest.

Handsome God of Light, let me see how you look when you are in love.

Apollo watched the little golden arrow suddenly speed up, and before he could react, it sank into his chest without a sound.

He stood there, looked down at his chest, his eyes were wide open, and his blue eyes were like the undulating sea. With a bit of frustration and a bit of consternation, he said to Eros: "Okay, Venus, You won. You shot me in the chest. But your little arrow didn't seem to work. I didn't feel anything. You see, I got shot and saw you, but I didn't feel any love for you. .”

When Eros heard the last sentence, his face darkened.His arrow of Cupid is useful to all the gods and mortals in the world, but it is useless to himself, which can be said to be a pain in his heart.The great gods have perfected countless couples of lovers in the world, but they themselves have never tasted the taste of a lover, nor the taste of being loved.No, maybe among the gods, there are many people who love him, but no one dares to confess to him.After all, if the show of love fails and is rejected, no one can bear the wrath of Venus.

It's a pity that the blunt God of Light didn't see his depression, and continued to babble: "Maybe you should try another kind of arrow, like the one on me, it has an extremely sharp arrow. Although it won't let you Humans have lust, but it is powerful, and you can use it to hurt your enemy. In the battle against the enemy, its effect is much greater..."

"Apollo," Eros suddenly interrupted him, his voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth, "it's far from the time to deny the purpose of Cupid's Arrow. Go southeast and go straight ahead. , you can know whether my arrows are useful or not."

There, the extremely beautiful goddess Daphne is picking bright wild flowers and looking for her favorite prey, knowing nothing about her upcoming tragic fate.

Apollo looked at Eros suspiciously, and decided to follow his advice for the time being.He put his silver bow on his shoulders, adjusted his hunting clothes, and strode towards the southeast.