After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Persephone's voice is soft, easy-going and amiable. It lingers in the hall, like a pearl exuding a bright but not dazzling halo.

Falling into Psyche's ears, it was like a breeze, comforting her anxious heart a little.

With a depressed face, Hades turned his head to look at Persephone, his slightly narrowed eyes were mixed with some resentment, as if asking her: What the hell are you doing again?

Persephone smiled slightly, raised her eyes to Hades, and lightly placed her fingers on the back of his hand, signaling him to be calm.

Of course, Psyche didn't know about the couple's hidden tricks. Her initial impression of Hades and Queen Hades was that Hades was scary, but Queen Hades was not.

Psyche swallowed, temporarily took out another copper coin from his mouth, and spoke modestly and politely.

"Dear Pluto, Pluto, I am Psyche. I am ordered by Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, to borrow a little of your beauty from Pluto."

As he spoke, he took out the item in his hand—it was a specially treated box that once contained the golden fleece, and could also contain illusory things such as virtue and beauty.

Persephone smiled after hearing this, "I don't know that my beauty can still help you, so I am naturally willing to help you. It's just that the beauty of young women is precious, and I can only lend you some expired ones."

Psyche raised his eyes in bewilderment.

Well?Expired?Can beauty ever expire?

She had never heard such a statement.

However, when Aphrodite assigned this task to her, she only said that she wanted to be beautiful, and never said that it would not be expired, and even an expired beauty would be able to do the job.

Psyche lowered his head and sincerely thanked, "Thank you Empress Doom, may the glory of Olympus be with you."

Persephone stepped forward and waved her hand beside Psyche's box, and immediately the box was filled with glittering golden mist, like stars, and like flowing nectar...it was so beautiful.

Snapped.

Before Psyche could look any further, the box was closed by Persephone.

Persephone bent down and warned with a smile, "Before you get out of the underworld, you must not let the box be opened in advance."

Psyche was confused for a moment, and smelled something unusual.

Persephone's eyes could speak, as if telling her...if they were opened in advance, it would lead to some kind of irreparable tragedy.

"Thank you for the reminder, Empress Dowager, I will remember."

Hades stared at the two people talking to each other, and couldn't help but want to interject.

He cleared his throat, his eyes were hooked, and he asked earnestly, "My child, answer me, why did Aphrodite ask you to borrow the beauty of the Queen of Hades?"

Without waiting for an answer, he asked again, "Where is that brat Cupid now?"

Hades' question was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger. He had a terrible aura like hell, and his tone of voice seemed to be frozen, as if he was not angry but prestige.

Psyche choked, hesitating whether to tell the story about her and Cupid... The question is, if she did, would Hades and Queen of Hades regard her as someone trying to curry favor with God and blow her away? go out?

Really hot mouth.

Psyche replied politely, "Dear Pluto, God of Love..."

She suddenly remembered that the reason why Pluto and Pluto were able to be together was because Cupid set up the bridge.

I'm afraid that Pluto also got hit by that deadly golden arrow, and now he's here to seek revenge.

Just as she was about to bite the bullet and continue, the queen of the underworld patted her shoulder lightly.

Persephone was still as gentle as before, "It's okay, if you don't want to answer, don't answer, you can go back."

Psyche suddenly thought that he had heard wrongly if he met with amnesty.

She was just about to get up and leave, but she felt that it was not very polite. She raised her head and glanced at the tall Pluto—he was darkly faceted, and his eyes were darting back and forth on Pluto, obviously dissatisfied with Persephone. Good at making claims, but unable to refute.

Psyche was aware of the unusual relationship between the two men.

Could it be...that cold-faced and heartless Lord of Death is still afraid of his wife?

The thought only flashed through her subconscious mind.

The Empress of the Underworld had already spoken, so Psyche didn't linger in the right and wrong place, and after saying goodbye politely, he trotted away all the way.

Hades looked at the agile figure and asked deeply, "Why did you let her go? Didn't you say that you want her to help us?"

Persephone slowly walked back to the throne, and said with some deep meaning, "Don't worry... Poor girl, she thinks everything is over after getting my beauty, but she doesn't know that Aphrodite's test for her It's far from over."

Hades leaned over and lowered his head to bite her lip.

"Don't make a fuss about it. What other difficulties are there?"

Persephone regretted a little, "Didn't you realize that Psyche was not the only one who broke into the River Styx today?"

……

After running straight out of the Hades palace, Psyche took a long breath.

At this moment, she is like a mortal who has been released suddenly, and the heavy burden in her heart has been swept away.

The surroundings are dark and gloomy, filled with lairs of ghosts and filth.

However, in Psyche's eyes, it was a clear sky with a vast sea and sky.

She fondled the box in her hand lovingly.

Great.

Everything is great.

She couldn't wait to get back on the ground, rush into Cupid's arms, hug him, kiss him, and whisper the good news to him.

Psyche rubbed his sore eyeballs, and because of his excessive joy, some mist splashed from his eyes.

She knew in her heart that she still had the last part of the journey to go, so she must not let extreme joy lead to sorrow, lost her sense of proportion, and secretly forced herself to calm down.

Psyche put the only remaining copper coin back on his tongue, and step by step pretended to be a dead man again, and came to the boatman of the Styx, asking to cross the river.

Everything went well, and the boatman rowed the boat to the other side.

However, just as Psyche was about to go ashore, a hairy hand with thorns grabbed her ankle again.

She suddenly lost all colors.

That cold and sticky feeling is not unfamiliar, it is exactly the same as when she was suddenly held when she came!

Psyche turned around abruptly.

This time, it was faster and more ruthless, the thing didn't have time to hide, and she saw part of its shape.

Holding her ankle was a greenish human arm...more precisely, a tentacle in the shape of a human arm.

The tentacles are soft, with countless small black dots bulging on them, and in Psyche's eyes, they are very familiar, as if they have seen it somewhere.

When he said that, the owner of the tentacles had already risen from the water, turned into a man-like appearance, with algae-like scales, looking at her with a smile.

"Miss Psyche, you are safe and sound!"

Psyche was so frightened that he almost threw the box in his hand... She said why it looked so familiar, that monster seemed to be the "Son of the River God" she met when she was gathering golden fleece.

Somehow, he actually followed to the underworld.

The other party obviously has bad intentions.

The river god had been coveting her since he was on the island, but because of Cupid's presence, he was prevented from succeeding.At this moment, it seems to be looking for trouble again.

"do not come……"

This was unexpected, completely unexpected, and there was no weapon around Psyche that could resist it.

Moreover, at the edge of the Styx River, the River God had an absolute advantage, and no weapon could match the tens of thousands of tentacles.

The "Seaweed Monster" stopped exchanging pleasantries, and started his plundering directly.

He originally guarded the Golden Fleece with his father, but he was brought to Tanarus by accident because of the gift of the God of Beauty, where he dived into the river Styx and waited for an opportunity to snatch Psyche.

——This is also the last test given to Psyche by the God of Beauty, an absolutely hidden and dangerous test.

Psyche bit his lips almost to the point of bleeding.

She knew that this thing liked water, and its ability became weaker as it reached the shore, so she ran desperately into the depths of the cave.

However, the faint green tentacles were like pervasive vines, growing up along the shore, grabbing her ankles, wrists, shoulders... even eroding her mouthpiece, making her unable to even call for help.

In the panic and helplessness, the only thing Psyche could touch was a pin on the dress.

The pin was a long story, but she had sharpened it against Cupid when she first came to Forest Castle.

now--

Without thinking about it, Psyche closed his eyes, and with all his strength, he stabbed the pins hard into the tentacles.

She is most worried about this thing's rough skin and thick flesh, even a pin can't pierce it!

Fortunately, once the needle was inserted, it was just like being stuck in ordinary seaweed. The thing hurt and shrank back suddenly.

"Damn!"

Psyche won this moment of freedom, still in shock, wiped the tears off his face, and ran non-stop into the cave, the fluttering clothes on his body were scratched in several pieces.

The rustling sound behind her kept coming, like a green sea tide, following closely, not giving up until it swept her away.

Even though Psyche had run with all his might, that thing was still much, much faster than her.

She was running on two legs, but the son of the river god was running with tens of thousands of tentacles!

Finally, the dark green thing blocked her way, revealing its prototype in front of her.

The son of the river god still looks similar to before, but the black spots all over his body have increased, and it seems that his mana has increased a lot compared to before.

"Beautiful Miss Psyche! Don't run away, please come back with me!"

Psyche felt nothing but disgust, nausea and fear at the same time.

Of course she will run.

As long as she has one breath, she will never give in.

The green tentacles caught Psyche from all directions, causing her to fall to the ground with a strong fall.

——The box containing Empress Shengming's beauty was also lifted and flew in mid-air.

The exhortations of the queen of the underworld still linger in her ears, and at that moment, all of Psyche's hopes turned into ashes of despair.

"do not want!"

Her voice was already hoarse, so hoarse that she couldn't hear clearly.

The expired beauty of the Empress Dowager represents death.

The happiness within reach, just like that, turned into a bubble, shattered into ashes and wiped out.

In the confusion, Psyche fell on the ground, still struggling intermittently, thinking hard about that radiant and holy figure... Cupid.

He thought very hard, and he prepared coins, bread, and boxes of beauty for her, and arranged every step.

At this moment, he was still waiting for her return in the bitter cold wind at the entrance of Tanarus Cave.

He told her that when she came out they would have a great wedding, right here in Olympus, without sneaking, under the flowers and the watchful eyes of the gods.

Everything is obviously correct, only the last little bit.

However, at this moment, those beautiful hopes were like bursting crystals, shattered on the ground, only condensed into a tear in the corner of Psyche's eye.

The beauty of death was inhaled into her nostrils.

In the next second, she fell heavily to the ground, her mind completely taken away.

……

The pain was so severe that it went straight to Cupid's soul along the river Styx.

Cupid let out a muffled snort, and the heart that was pierced by the golden arrow was like being severely twisted by an awl, the pain was so dizzy that it shattered into an unknown number of petals.

"Psyche!"

He twitched suddenly, as if his soul withered, and his ice blue eyes lost their luster.

... Psyche, Psyche, what's the matter with you?

The next moment, Cupid could no longer care about life and death, his wings flew into the wind, and he went straight to the depths of the Styx.