Do not wake up the gods of the abyss [Greek mythology]

Apollo was dumbfounded.

It turns out that going around is still inseparable from the word "eat".

Tartarus, however, interpreted his silence as a denial, and took out the vial of life, intending to pour the fountain of life on every laurel tree.

Apollo stopped him: "There are still some flowers on the tree, which is enough."

Tartarus looked at the dead flowers on the branch and stated the truth: "But I eat a lot."

It turns out that he has a concept of how much.

Apollo couldn't help laughing when he thought of his eating battle.

Tartarus confirmed with him again: "Enough?"

Apollo told him: "When making sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, laurel flowers are only auxiliary materials and are not used much. If you like it, I will ask the muse to make more and bring you back to the abyss tomorrow."

Tartarus' eyes lit up, and he nodded, "Yes."

When Artemis came over with the wine in his arms, he saw several tree nymphs climbing on the laurel trees, picking laurel blossoms.The muse was waiting under the tree with a basket of flowers, and flakes of light yellow flowers were thrown into the basket, and it took a long time to spread out a thin layer.

"What is this doing?" Artemis asked.

Apollo said: "Pick some laurel flowers and make osmanthus cake."

Regardless of how the laurel blooms in this season, Artemis couldn't believe it: "So in the next time, we barbecued and drank under the laurel tree, and the tree nymphs climbed up and down on top of our heads?"

Just imagining this picture is already terrible!

Apollo thought for a while, but also felt that something was wrong.

"Come down." He greeted several tree nymphs.

Tree nymphs are very close to trees. They are light and graceful when they go up the tree, and they are like a light cloud when they go down the tree.Only one naughty tree nymph climbed the flower branch, jumped down from the tree, and scattered the sweet-scented osmanthus all over the ground.

Tartarus's sleeves were also covered with the fragrance of flowers, he patted his sleeves and said, "Have you picked enough?"

Apollo said: "When we finish drinking, ask them to continue picking."

Tartarus shook his head: "I have a way."

Apollo was curious: "What way?"

The divine power of Tartarus shook, and the dark destructive force wrapped the flowering laurel tree layer by layer. The muses and all the nymphs were shocked, thinking that he was going to destroy the laurel tree.Artemis couldn't help dissuading him: "God of the Abyss, please don't do this!"

Tartarus blinked, and the flying black hair caught his eyes. He was a little confused, and didn't understand why Artemis wanted to dissuade him.

Apollo gave Artemis a hand: "Leave it to the God of the Abyss, he has a measure."

Artemis was speechless, she has sacrificed such a dangerous destructive power, what is she talking about, indulged again and again, waiting for the god of the abyss to move the temple of light to the abyss? !

However, it turns out that Artemis guessed wrong again, and Tartarus is really an overqualified god.He wrapped the laurel tree with the power of destruction, and then slammed his palm on the trunk of the laurel tree. The flowers fell into the embrace of the power of destruction like rain.

Under the laurel tree, the black-haired male god stood quietly with his face frosty. Golden flowers rustled down his body, adorning his indifferent face, showing a bit of vividness, but because of the destructive power he suffered Uncertain, still people dare not approach.

Who would have thought... that he would use the extremely dangerous power of destruction to pick flowers?

Artemis was a little weak, I don't know if it was because of the nervousness just now, or because of the speechlessness at the moment.

Tartarus knew the horror of the power of destruction. He deliberately controlled the divine power to prevent it from eroding the laurel, but with little effect.Those laurel flowers changed color one after another when they touched the power of destruction, withered and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into powder, disappearing in the cool night wind.

Tartarus pursed his lips.

He didn't get what he wanted.

His divine power is so powerful, but it can only be destroyed, not protected.

"God of the Abyss, I will help you."

Apollo's voice rang in his ears, as sunny and friendly as ever.

As soon as Tartarus looked up, he bumped into Apollo's bright smile.The power of destruction was still suffocating, they were all far away, only he approached him and told him that he would help him.The starlight belongs to the night sky, and the moonlight belongs to Selene, the goddess of the moon. However, Apollo's smile at this moment was given to him.

Tartarus's heart moved, and he responded like Apollo: "Welcome."

Apollo made Tartarus withdraw his destructive power, and spread a barrier with the power of light to prevent the fluttering petals from falling to the ground.Tartarus was about to throw his second punch, only to hear the rustling sound, the whole laurel tree seemed to be hit by a hurricane, and it swayed wildly, shaking off Kazuki's laurel flowers.Laurel flowers fell on the light golden barrier of divine power one after another, like twinkling stars falling from the sky, falling in front of the eyes of several gods.

Tartarus looked up in confusion, and a tree nymph boldly answered him: "God of the Abyss, thank you for the fountain of life that you irrigate, this laurel tree already has wisdom, it is willing to give all the laurel flowers For you, please don't... don't hit it again."

When it came to the last sentence, Shu Nymph's voice was as thin as a mosquito.Several of her sisters have been pulling her to tell her to say less, but she did not expect that she still conveyed what Laurel had said.The nymphs withdrew their hands immediately, and looked at Tartarus with pale faces, fearing that he would get angry and blame the laurel tree for not being flattering, and the tree nymphs for being superfluous.

However, the situation they envisioned did not happen. Tartarus just tilted his head and asked Apollo: "Is it enough?"

Apollo gathered his divine power, and the laurel flowers wrapped in divine power filled a flower basket: "More than enough."

Tartarus turned his eyes to the laurel tree again, and solemnly said, "I won't hit you anymore, thank you."

Laurel shook, as if in response to Tartarus' words.

A few more laurel flowers fell from the tree, and one of them happened to fall into Tartarus' eyes. He reached out to rub it, but Apollo stopped him.Apollo pushed the laurel flower away for him and said, "If you rub it in, it will be very uncomfortable."

"Oh." Tartarus looked down at his fingers and asked, "Where's the flower?"

Apollo said: "It's dialed to the ground."

Tartarus disagrees: "You should put it in the basket."

It's really not wasted.

Apollo laughed: "My fault."

Artemis has already experienced the unusual brain circuit of Tartarus, so he is too lazy to listen now.The Muse, however, was taken aback by the conversation between the two male gods, thinking, only their smart and witty main god can understand the mind of the abyss god like this?

After picking the laurel flowers, Apollo distributed a few shares of the divine power of light as a reward, and several tree nymphs received the gift of the god of light and left happily.

The muse asked: "His Royal Highness, do you want us to play music while drinking?"

This sentence reminded Artemis, who was holding the wine bottle and pouring out the wine, and said: "I got a new harp today, and it is placed in the main hall of the Temple of Light, you go and get it , Let Apollo try the piano today."

Tartarus had no interest in music, he sniffed the fragrance of wine lightly, and did not make a sound.

Apollo asked him: "God of the Abyss, would you like to listen to me play?"

Asked for his opinion, Tartarus gave him a look: "Go ahead."

Artemis was speechless. Who doesn't know that Apollo's piano skills are superb, and it's extremely rare to be able to listen to him play a piece. When he came to the God of the Abyss, there was only a simple "please".And after he said "Please go ahead", he turned his gaze to the wine in his hand.

Apparently good wine is more attractive to him than good music.

Artemis sighed and handed him the wine glass: "God of the Abyss, would you like a drink?"

Tartarus was not polite: "Yes."

He gladly took the glass.

Seeing this, Apollo picked up the glass, poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Artemis, and kept the other for himself.

In the crystal glass, the white wine is not as bright as the red wine, but it has a clear feeling, as if the moonlight falls in the glass and is picked up by them.

Apollo shook his wine glass and sniffed lightly: "Is it the white wine from Santorini?"

Artemis laughed at him: "Isn't this wine given to you by Dionysus, the god of wine? You still want to ask me!"

Apollo remembered that this wine had a strong fruity aroma and was not easy to get drunk, so he let Tartarus try it with confidence.

Tartarus took a sip following Artemis' example, only feeling the fruity sweetness, as if drinking a glass of sweet water.His eyes lit up, he drank the wine in the glass in a few sips, and then handed it to Apollo: "One more glass."

Apollo was taken aback, he didn't expect Tartarus to drink so quickly: "God of the Abyss, wine must be tasted carefully."

Tartarus burped, and the fruity aroma spread: "Yes, it's delicious."

In his opinion, he has taken it very seriously.

Apollo couldn't help him, so he poured him another cup.

The Muse brought the harp over, and Apollo sat on the ground, hugging the harp, plucking it lightly with his fingers, and began to adjust the strings.

Tartarus took another sip of his wine and watched Apollo quietly.In the sky far away from the stars and the moon, only the light beams from the Temple of Light not far away cast a soft light.In the shadow of the laurel trees, the strings of the lyre were silvery.The fragrance of bay osmanthus is rich, accompanied by a scent of wine, which makes people almost drunk in this tranquility.Apollo started his playing, and the beautiful music resounded through the quiet night.

The sleeping plants were awakened by the music and began to sing softly.The rustling of grass and trees fell on Tartarus' ears, but it was rare for him who was always happy not to find it noisy.The sound of Apollo's piano soothed his soul, it was very nice, and he liked it very much.

Artemis listened to Apollo's piano, hummed and tasted wine, and unconsciously finished a bottle of white wine.

Tartarus was holding the glass, and wanted another glass, but the bottle was empty.

Artemis flushed with drunkenness, and said with a smile, "God of the Abyss, the wine is finished. There is one more bottle, do you want to try it?"

Tartarus didn't drink as much as she did. He liked to eat meat more. To him, this fruity water was more like something to relieve his boredom.

"Try it," he said.

Artemis poured him a cup.The aroma of the wine is overflowing, which is quite different from the previous bottle.Artemis' new bottle of wine has a sweeter scent, like honey.

Tartarus took a sip before he knew he had been fooled. The wine was not sweet, but it felt acrid and scalding in his throat. He choked a few times, and his cheeks turned red.

Apollo was attracted by the movement here, and his eyes fell on Tartarus, and he saw that the ice-white male god was dyed crimson, with a thin layer of red on his cheeks, ears, and neck. There is also a layer of mist in the eyes, which is different from the usual strength, like a flower in full bloom.

Apollo didn't dare to offend, he just said, "God of the Abyss, are you alright?"

Tartarus frowned: "Spicy."

He doesn't like the spiciness in the wine.

Apollo offered him a piece of cake: "Then eat something sweet to suppress the spiciness."

Tartarus took the pastry and took a slow, dull bite.He seemed to be drunk, his eyes were foggy, and he was about to close them.

Artemis was also drunk, but not as quiet as Tartarus. Apollo's piano sound suddenly stopped, which caught her attention. She looked left and right: "Huh? What's the sound of the music?" Disappeared?"

Apollo had no choice but to return to the harp and use the power of music to put the two gods to sleep.Unexpectedly, while Tartarus was eating the cake, he suddenly tilted his head and hit him heavily on the shoulder.

Soft, cold cheeks rubbed against his shoulders, found a comfortable position, and stopped moving.The alcohol-smelling breath spit on his neck, slightly damp and hot, slightly itchy.

Apollo froze, and on the other side, Artemis' piano sounded.

Artemis is not a goddess who does not understand music theory, but when she is drunk, she only cares about strumming, and there is no rhythmic beauty at all.

Tartarus had a headache: "...noisy."

Apollo also felt noisy.He supported Tartarus and laid him down on the grass covered with sweet-scented osmanthus. When Tartarus slept soundly, he went to Artemis and took back the ownership of the harp.

Artemis looked at her empty hands, still a little unable to react, then heard a melodious and melodious piano music, quickly gathered her drunken thoughts, and led her under the wings of the sleeping god.

The two gods fell into a deep sleep one after another, and Apollo slowly stopped plucking the strings.A bold tree nymph poked her head out and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness the God of Light, do you need our help?" She thought, maybe he needs someone to help him bring these two drunken gods back to the light. shrine.

Apollo put a finger to his lips, made a "quiet" movement, and shook his head at her.

He is so gentle and considerate, he is reluctant to disturb the sleeping god.The green-haired tree nymph sighed and returned to the forest.

The night was quiet, and Apollo guarded his sister and friends, and passed the night like this.