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"Although I played that role myself, it would be too much for a father to do this."

While fleeing, Medea spoke to the system in her mind with ease.

Although this world gave her the opportunity to construct the scene, but the characters as an actor are extremely lacking, and Medea can only play multiple roles.Her sister, brother and father are played by herself,

Only those background versions of maids, passers-by who appear in the game without even a face are in charge of the system. According to it, this is the average of what people with this identity will do on this occasion 'It's just a combination of algorithms, but it's surprisingly accurate.

Maybe there is no difference between the human brain and the computer, she thought.

"It's just because of such a small thing that I have to kill my daughter. If you do this, doesn't that father deserve the misfortune?"

She said, using one hand to brush the hair scattered around her cheeks behind her ears, so as to cover up the smile at the corner of her mouth.

"But thanks to this, the plot will become very interesting."

She and he are running away.

Although she was running away, she was not in a panic. Medea's pace was only slightly faster than usual, as if she was getting up a little later than usual, and was speeding up her pace to make an early sacrifice at Hecate's temple.

She held the hand of Chaos Walking and shook it from time to time according to the ruggedness of the ground under her feet. Her eyes looked at a clear direction, and the people on the way gradually became less crowded and gradually deepened into the jungle.

Ranbu saw a few pairs of shining eyes appearing from time to time in the darkness, like will-o’-the-wisps floating in the open space. He knew that those eyes belonged to the hunters of this forest, and the beasts that heroes used to hunt were eyeing them.

Medea looked weak, but she discovered those eyes before the most seasoned hunters. She only looked at them once, and some invisible power burst out from her eyes, and the beasts in the darkness began to shrink back.

step.two steps.three steps.As soon as the hind legs of the third step stepped on the fallen leaves in the forest, they ran away without looking back, as if they were facing the most terrifying thing in the world.

Medea didn't stop at all. She dragged her feet and continued to move forward. He asked her how she did it, and she turned around and smiled.

"I am the priest of the goddess." She said, brushing his cheek lightly with one hand, and the slender wound on his face that was originally drawn by the branches in the forest disappeared with the movement of her fingertips.

"How can anything hurt my body?"

Perhaps precisely because of this self-confidence, Medea did not hesitate at all when she came to the beach in front of the Greek ship, the Argo, which had experienced epic and magnificent adventures.

She originally wanted to stay where she was, but he pinched her wrist before she could speak, so she took him in together.

When they heard her voice, the heroes on the whole ship couldn't believe their ears. Several people poked their heads out, and were quickly pulled back by the people behind them, thinking that it was the sea monster performing illusions to lure them to get food with groom.

But it's different from illusion.The sweet voice didn't stop, but sounded again, and Medea also approached.

Her figure appeared under the moonlight. It was a beautiful figure that no one could mistakenly recognize or pretend to be. She stood under the moonlight and let them look at her.

As she moved, the folds of Medea's trailing skirt rolled like water, and you felt like she was melting into the moonlight on the boat's mooring.

But she didn't, she stepped up the deck and boarded the Argonaut where no one else - let alone a woman - was allowed on board.

She stood there, asking them to meet the captain.

No one listened, but they all stayed where they were, looking into her eyes with awe, somewhat restrained eyes, her lips showing beautiful words.

At that time, the captain went to the temple to find her, and he was guided by the highly respected restrictions on the ship, so the heroes knew that the lovely lips of the visitor could reveal the curse of destroying the world.

The first request got no response.Medea didn't say it a second time, she just stared fixedly at the young man in front of her, and after the third second of staring, she realized that this man was the two men her sister had hugged her knee and wept for her to save. one of the children.

She looked at him, and he also felt the power hidden in her sight, the young man turned around without hesitation, pulled his brother and ran to the inside of the cabin together.

Everyone looked at Medea, no one moved, only the sound of the footsteps of the two people gradually drifting away on the ship, there were some conversations and the sound of cloth rubbing inside the cabin, and another footstep joined in.

Slowly, the beautiful black-haired boy walked towards Medea.

Under the moonlight, he didn't look as mighty as he did during the day, but he was even more beautiful.

His lips were as red as dripping blood.Medea couldn't help pressing her lips with her hand, thinking that her here would really be stained with blood.

"Would you like to marry me?"

Medea gets to the point right from the start.

What she said was too direct, and she understood it from the sudden changes in the faces of others, but she did not take back her words, but used more words to make up for it.

"Right now. Right here. Make an eternal oath to Xumen, the god of marriage, and Venus, the god of love, to ensure that you will never change your mind, or let the flames of hell lick your body, let my father's The hounds tore you to pieces and left you forever...will you swear to me like that?"

The boy didn't look surprised, he was just weighing the pros and cons calmly.In the end, he said to her with some regret. "I am a rough man. Compared with the tenderness of women and the spindles in their hands, I am more interested in nautical star maps and bronze spear points that can pierce the human body and produce blood."

"Maybe Venus won't favor me."

"It's okay." Medea said, smiling mockingly.

She pressed her hand lightly on her chest, which was where the golden arrow passed through her heart before, and it was also the beginning of her destiny.

"She loves you more than me."

"Then I agree."

"it is good."

Medea was straightforward, and there she made the vows of marriage with him.It used the usual method used by witches, not kissing, but letting the blood of the two flow out together and fall into the prepared small pit on the ground.

She burned poisonous weeds in the pit, and the smoke of the poisonous weeds rose, filling the air with ominous shapes.

The prophet who originally advised the captain to seek her help—he is a priest favored by Apollo, who is good at predicting the future through the shape of birds flying, was shocked when he saw the smoke, and his outstretched hand trembled to stop it, but I dare not say anything.

Medea watched the smoke gradually rise into the sky, gathering with the maddening moonlight, and then turned her head with a smile.

Her smile is very cute, full of love and admiration.

"Master Husband." She said sweetly, "Now let's go get the Golden Fleece."

Compared with the marriage of the two, this sentence caused a greater commotion among the crew.

Because the former was too important, it was held too quickly, which was simply child's play. Even a girl who was betrayed by her lover and rushed to marry a man she had only met a few times would not be as quick as Medea.And her behavior of burning poisonous weeds also more or less aroused some kind of uneasiness in their hearts.

This girl is different from all the women they have seen before, including the island where they went to have Amazon female warriors. Although they are women, they are still loved by the God of War, and many heroes have shed blood under their battle axes.

Unlike them, Medea has no hardened muscles, and her arms are as thin as twigs that have been stripped of their skin.But there is a certain kind of power in her body, this kind of power is usually predicted on the altar of the gods, it tells you that there are things that can be awe-inspiring in this world, and as long as it leaks out, it can make you die The place of burial.

Half of them are afraid of her, but the other half's hero's proximity to danger makes them question her.

"Why do you want to take the Golden Fleece? Your father has promised to give it to us, because our leader has passed the test. Don't do unnecessary things to make him unhappy, or even if you are his daughter, The princess of this country will also be punished by your father."

"I've got my punishment."

said Medea, her gaze calmly sweeping over to the Prophet.

This man was no hero, and therefore the only sane man on the ship.

She nodded to him, "Can you explain to them?"

Her attitude is very polite, but there is no option for people to refuse.So the prophet began to tell the crowd in his usual old, trembling voice.

He awakened the nature of heroes who are greedy for life and afraid of death (the word hero is often contrary to this nature, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to accept the god or the king's hell test). Passion was replaced by reason, and they Knowing that it is impossible for the king to accept this fact, even if this trial is passed, there will only be more trials.

Or he was impatient, and he directly called the swordsmen to lurk on the ship after they fell asleep, or killed them all with a fire.

"My lord father is very good at killing." Medea said, below, the waves continuously licked the surface of the ship.

"One. Two. Three."

She said, using one finger to imitate the big knife used for beheading, and tapped lightly on her wrist.

There is a long scar on her wrist, which was drawn when she signed the marriage vows to let the blood flow out, and unlike the wound on Ranbu's face, this scar has been left on her wrist and has not been healed .

"One. Two. Three," said Medea, "and then everyone will die."

She didn't mean to threaten, she was just stating the facts.The hero turned pale, and they knew it.

If they felt that they had the possibility of defeating the king at the banquet at the beginning, they would not have participated in the trial at all, and would directly start a battle that would cause the country to bleed like a river.

But this is the truth, so they bow their heads and choose to follow their fate.

So it was decided that Medea led the captain to steal the golden fleece.

Stealing this word is enough to make people dissatisfied, not to mention that when Medea was standing in front, a hero couldn't help but stand up. He had an unruly spirit on his face and stared straight at the captain.

"That's what you do?" he asked him, "Trick a girl, use her, let her lead you to get the treasure you want. Even if we can go home, even if you can get your throne. You How to rule our country, how shall I tell my adventures to my wife and mother at home."

"It's like they said that I cheated a woman who is exactly like you, but weaker than you. She doesn't look as old as my daughter, but we use her power to save our own lives?"

Medea continued to walk forward, and behind her, the captain took half a step.

He glanced at the man with his deep purple eyes, almost black against the endless black ocean behind him.

Something in those eyes grabbed the hero's heart like a living thing, making his face turn pale instantly, and cold sweat rolled out from his forehead like beans.

He couldn't help taking a step back, bumping his back against the railing of the ship, and stopped talking.

The captain followed Medea off the ship.

"He was right," he said.

"Huh? What? Oh...it's okay. It's okay."

Medea said that her steps were brisk and she got what she wanted, which made her very happy. She felt that her soul was about to be separated from her body, and she wanted to fly to a very high place.

The way her hands move is a bit like a bird, the air lifts her feet up almost as if buoyant, but then re-stomps the ground as she advances.

"Because I love you, it doesn't matter what you do. You may lie to me and make me suffer. Maybe men are born in this world to make women suffer, but it doesn't matter. "

Her arm was swinging, and the long wound on the arm had scabbed over, and the blood was congealed into black, like a slender eye spying on his figure.

"The gods have decided my fate, and I will continue to love until I die."