spartan ancestor

It's quite funny, seeing the erratic look in Chaos' eyes.

Jacintos raised his eyebrows slightly, ground his teeth, and said in a dangerous tone: "Poor? Huh?"

Although he had pulled Chaos' ear because of this incident before, he was only vaguely sure at that time that Chaos was by no means the poor little Hades said, and his strength should be better than that of the Zeus brothers.

But ghosts would have thought that Akka would be Chaos, the God of Chaos? !

At this moment, many fragments from the past flooded into his mind, such as when A-Ka heard that he used clay sculptures to send away the West Wind God, why his complexion was subtle, why he wanted to keep it when he looked at the ugly lump of mud...but this!I can't even explain how this guy has the nerve to say "hmm" when he said distressedly and pitifully!

If you say it, you can kill a hundred Hades with laughter. The God of Chaos lived a very hard life in the abyss, very pitiful... Who is the hard-working and pitiful one? ?

"..." Chaos slowly put down the rotten orange in his hand, and stood in the distance without approaching, "How much... do you remember?"

Hyacinthus snorted, and was about to trick the other party, saying that he remembered everything, when Persephone wriggled a few times uneasily, cried something vaguely, and then suddenly woke up: "—— Hyacinthus!"

Yacintos's brewing acting skills were all broken up, and he turned his gaze back to the little girl: "The first thing I woke up was my name, shouldn't I be honored?"

Chaos was originally standing far away, keeping a cautious and safe distance, but when he heard the sound, he suddenly stepped forward with his long legs with a cold face, stopped firmly next to Jacintos, and hummed lukewarmly.

"...?" Hyacinthus turned his head, he didn't know why this person still had the face to hum, if he had already--well, well, the word embarrassment didn't exist in his dictionary .

Demeter knelt beside her helplessly, she had been stunned since Persephone and Hyacinthus fainted together, and only now did she move quickly to support Persephone: "What's the matter, Persephone?" Ear? Why did you faint suddenly? You scared me to death!"

"..." Persephone seemed to be unable to get out of the memory, she sat on the ground with her eyes open, looked ahead and took a breath, then slowly turned her head and looked at her mother.

Hyacinthus could easily tell from Persephone's actions that this should be the reliable ally with all the memories.After all, the little girl who doesn't remember anything is extraordinarily delicate, she should have thrown herself into her mother's arms and cried loudly, unlike Persephone at this time, who stared blankly at her mother for a while, then suddenly stretched out her arms and embraced her back, and buried himself in his mother's arms.

Her crying was minimal.At first it was just a silent hug.

Then, her thin and thin back, which could not be plump no matter how much she raised, began to tremble uncontrollably, until finally, a coquettish voice with a slightly crying voice came from Demeter's embrace: "It hurts so much, I hurt so much."

Tens of thousands of years have worn away her due coquettishness, and her tone of voice is not very proficient when she acts like a baby.But she hugged her very hard and tightly, as if covering all the past and emotions that were difficult to express in a long time in the past. These emotions that have been brewed for many years did not explode in a big way, with the dullness restrained by adults , but no matter how real, no matter how heavy.

Demeter didn't know why, but felt that her daughter who restrained her crying and acted like a baby in a low voice made her feel distressed for no reason. It seemed that somewhere she didn't know, what happened to her delicate child, she learned to be patient, and suddenly grew up Leo: "Okay, okay... Where does it hurt? Fingers hurt, right? Can I blow it to you?"

She was coaxed very naively, and she was a bit out of date. For Persephone, who had experienced so much and was no longer the little girl who wanted to scream in pain, she was a bit inappropriate.

So she was at a loss again, patted her daughter's back and tried to find words of comfort: "I'm not strong anymore, Pearl won't be strong if she doesn't want to be strong, can I just pretend that I didn't say anything?"

Persephone stood up straight from her mother's arms with tears in her eyes, with a faint but heartfelt smile at the corner of her mouth: "That's impossible. I'm still waiting for you to praise me, but I can't let you praise me." I have persisted for so many years..." She sighed again, "There is no proof, I prepared a token for you... a very beautiful golden rose... Wei..."

Her speech slowed down.

Hyacinthus had long felt uncomfortable in his eyes, as if something was trying to get out. After rubbing his eyelids, a few bundles of golden threads quietly snaked out from the corners of his eyes, condensing in the air It took shape and turned into a rose branch that was mostly withered and even the leaves were creased.

Yacintos pressed the corners of his eyes: "Don't look at me, my memory hasn't recovered completely, maybe I found some way to store this thing in my eyes later." He couldn't hold back this time, Tucao myself, "Did I really use my eyes as warehouses in my last life?"

Thinking about what was installed, three golden shuttles, a pile of threads of fate, and now there is another withered golden branch that is almost only a bachelor... Yacintos hissed after thinking: So Get up, what about the two golden arrows that Hercules gave you?Was it used up later?Or...was it stuffed into the eye too?

He was thinking about it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, recalling the details when he subdued the moon god Artemis.

He remembered that when Artemis wanted to attack them, Aka... well, Chaos sat there, not only did not dodge Artemis' bow and arrow, but stared straight at Artemis.

At that time, he still doubted whether Aka fell in love with Artemis at first sight or something, but now that he thinks about it... Chaos is basically planning to kill Artemis!

"..." Jacintos wiped his face with his hand.

Really, looking back now, many things in the past are too grassy.

Probably his action of pulling Chaos at that time could be regarded as indirectly saving Artemis' life, and later he bent his bow and set an arrow at Artemis...

"Hiss." Yacintos grinned.

He remembered that when he was drawing the bow, he also shed a drop of golden tears, and the golden tears wrapped the arrow feathers on the bow, turning them into golden light.

Later, he also thought that maybe this was the change brought about by the golden thread wrapped on the ordinary arrow, but after recovering the memory of begging for the arrow with Hercules, comparing the two, it was clearly the golden arrow of Hercules !

Hyacinths couldn't help but hissed again, feeling a bit pained.

No wonder Chaos stared at Artemis and frowned. Now it seems that he is not feeling sorry for Artemis at all, but he is feeling sorry for the Golden Arrow!

Jacintos covered his face slightly, feeling that the more he thought about it, the more hesitant he would become, but the point now is: "Where's the golden arrow?"

He asked endlessly, and he might be confused if he changed someone else, but Chaos raised his eyelids slightly: "It's here with me."

At that time Hyacinthus entrusted Artemisto to his care, and he just took the opportunity to recover the golden arrow.

Hyacinthus breathed a sigh of relief, and after a while: "Wait, is that really a golden arrow? Why do I feel that after shooting Artemis, not only was she not poisoned, but she was still alive and kicking?"

Alive and jumping may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it is certainly far from the serious injury that can make Hades also regress.

Chaos froze for a moment: "You don't remember these?"

"..." After finishing Duzi, it seemed that he couldn't cheat anymore.Jacintos narrowed his eyes and bluffed: "Is it important whether I remember? Why, can you fool me if you don't remember?"

"..." Chaos choked, and retreated in a low voice, "When you entered the abyss, you still had Hydra venom on you. To detoxify, I have used up the venom on the two golden arrows. As for being alive and kicking... You took the golden arrow itself to deal with fate, and later compiled a new thread of fate into it, sacrificing its power against irrelevant people, and shifting it to targeting fate."

He spoke unobtrusively, not at all worried about whether fate would hear a word of fate in a while, obviously not at all afraid of whether fate would hear their grandiose plans.

Hyacinthus' teeth started to itch again when he heard that, remembering how much Chaos had pretended to be jealous of fate before... Well... Speaking of which, they mentioned fate several times when they were making out, isn't that right? Destiny can hear his two deadly enemies rolling together every time?

Well, it's mental torture.

Yacintos not only didn't feel any discomfort from being eavesdropped by fate, but even had a bit of a bad taste, hooked his hands lazily at Chaos, dragged him to his side, turned his face and kissed him: "What should I do? , I suddenly felt that someone listened to me when I was doing it, and it was quite exciting."

Between lips and tongue, what he said was a little vague, but he must be able to hear clearly, and then flew into a rage.

As soon as he thought of this scene, Yacintos couldn't help pressing against Chaos' forehead halfway through the kiss, and smiled softly.

"..." Chaos' body tensed for a few seconds, then he relaxed the muscles of his shoulders and back with some helplessness, and blocked Jacintos's mouth with his lips, "Don't mention spoilers when kissing."

He half-kneeled on the ground without much concern for his identity and image, and leaned forward. After Jacintos retreated slightly, he followed closely, raised his hand and pressed Jacintos' shoulder, and fell down together in a deep kiss. into the grass.

Before sending Hyacinthus into the valley, he was already prepared for the rejection of Hyacinthus...

There is a mother and daughter of Demeter who are almost non-existent: "..."

Persephone calmly wiped her tears away, feeling that her sentimental moment was basically over.Originally, she wanted to express her gratitude to Hyacinthos for saving the golden rose for her: "We—"

Hyacinthus waved at Persephone casually, signaling to get out.

Persephone: "..."

She wiped her face expressionlessly, pulled her mother up from the grass, and consciously made room for the dogs and men in the grass.

But when she turned around, tears still flashed in her eyes, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

She is very happy for herself, because she has chosen the right ally, and her presence here is proof of Hyacinthus' success.

She was also touched by Yacinthos' will and soft heart. He was strong enough to complete the difficult plan that could be described as stealing the sky, and his heart was soft enough to keep the golden branch for her. She had already said to give up in the letter.

She knew it was not easy, hiding the golden branch in her eyes sounded easy, but... Hyacinthus was only human.

Maybe many people forget most of the time, but Hyacinthus is really only human through and through.

There is no blood of a monster in his body, nor does he flow the blood of a god. From the beginning to the end, he has come to this day relying entirely on his human body and firm will.

I also know that human beings will definitely not feel comfortable sticking things in their eyes, but Yacintos remembers her feelings for her, and brings back the golden branch for her.

She took her mother far away into the woods, and when she couldn't see the Valley of Flowers, Demeter recovered from her stiffness and grabbed Persephone's wrist with some lingering fear and disbelief: "I'm so scared to death!" Me, can you believe it? The one in white—that's Chaos, the God of Chaos!"

How could such an existence be with a human being?

Persephone was stunned, then smiled: "I believe."

Such a human being can break out of the underworld ruled by Hades with a mortal body without divine power, and defeat the reversal of fate. Isn't he far stronger than any god?

A tough and powerful existence with a soft heart, who can not like him?

The olive grove rustled in the breeze, and Persephone turned around and held up the golden branch: "Maybe it's not very pretty anymore, but would you like me to tie your hair for you?"

The golden branches are dotted in the brown hair, and the unforeseen wish of the previous life has finally drawn a perfect ending in this life.

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Hyacinthus's cleanliness is very metaphysical, and occasionally occurs intermittently.

Fortunately, Chaos has always been good at smoothing the young king's hair. The red cloak was spread out on the grass, and the smooth and delicate satin made the young crown prince look like a piece of suet jade placed in the center of red velvet. Sweet and seductive in the twilight.

Jacintos tugged at the corner of the red cloak indiscriminately, and after a while, Chaos gently and unquestionably held his hand, pulling away from the rapidly deformed fabric.

Jacintos snorted as he moved, couldn't help turning his head, bit Chaos's earlobe hard, and said ironically with a gasp: "You can do it more aggressively, and wait for me to come back!" Revenant, it just so happens that you can do whatever you want."

This wasn't the first time, every time Chaos did it, it made Yacintos have an illusion, as if there would be no next time.

He can roughly estimate that the relationship between himself and Chaos in the last life may not end well, but people can't just live in the past.

Anyway, the current Chaos Hyacintos likes it very much. As long as the reasons that caused them to part ways in the previous life did not violate the bottom line of Hyacinth's principles, he thinks it is no big deal.

Hyacinthus took a few breaths and pushed Chaos away slightly: "We need to talk."

Chaos' mental illness is quite serious, and he doesn't know where the psychological shadow came from, but Yacintos feels that if the psychological shadow is not resolved, it may turn into his psychological shadow after a few more times, after all From an objective point of view, he is still a human being, and currently he is more suitable for a long flow of water.

Hyacinthus said seriously—considering what they are doing now, they may not be particularly righteous—saying these thoughts, and raised his chin slightly: "In the last life, you didn't hurt me? You didn't use Sparta Or have my friends threatened me?"

"..." Chaos endured quite hard, the muscles of his chest, shoulders and back tensed, revealing beautiful and aggressive lines, "No."

He thought about it for a while, and said sincerely: "I'm still getting fat."

"..." Needless to say, Jacintos immediately blocked Chaos' mouth, "Then you don't have to worry..."

He thought for a while, kissed Chaos's frowning brows, and whispered against his lips: "It's just a little pampering for you."

Hyacinthus said this very plainly, and didn't think it was very moving, but a gleam of light suddenly flashed in Chaos' dark eyes, and he slightly exerted force around his arm.

Jacintos may not remember some of the past, certain details clearly, or simply did not take it to heart, but Chaos never forgot.

For example, when Apollo was still in Sparta, they had a conversation before a certain festival that was a disaster for Helotus.

Apollo blushed to express his expectation of going out to experience the festive atmosphere, and Chaos stood beside him, frowning slightly and listening.

He wanted to interrupt Apollo's chatter many times, and he just said "No, in case you take the opportunity to go to the temple to inform" to interrupt the other party's unreasonable thoughts, and remind Apollo that you are now a prisoner. Not Yashin's lover, where is the position to think about these pleasures.

However, Hyacinthus glanced at Apollo's shining eyes, and smiled, his heart was so soft that he was willing to take the risk to let Apollo take to the streets.

And he didn't even take the stance of being unhappy.

"Hmm..." Hyacinthus gasped, raised his hand against Chaos' forehead, annoyed and amused, "I'm speaking softly in the hope that you will be more restrained, why are you even crazier?"

"..." Chaos supported the ground on both sides of Jacintos with his hands, leaned forward, and rested his chin on Jacintos' shoulder, avoiding the other party's sight.

He tensed his back for a while, but still couldn't help it: "You...do you still like Apollo?"

"?" Hyacinthus wiped the oil with his paw, "Why do you think so?"

Chaos frowned heavily: "You have always indulged him."

He recounted in detail: "After he lost his divine power, you said you had broken ties with him, but as soon as he said he wanted to experience the festive atmosphere, you allowed him to take to the streets, and you were afraid that something would happen to him, so you gave him your own red cloak……"

Tangtang was very energetic at the beginning, and when he said these words, he was sour, like a vinegar jar turning over old scores.

Jacintos wanted to laugh a little, but looking at Chaos' raised eyebrows, he felt that it would be a bit of a jerk to laugh out loud now: "How long ago was this jealousy? Huh? If I don't talk about it today, are you going to be there?" Keep it in your stomach? How long do you want to brew by yourself?"

He finished talking as usual, and then raised his hand to caress Chaos' back: "Didn't I tell you in my previous life? It's all fate that I will fall in love with Apollo."

"Just 'saying'." Chaos still frowned, obviously worried about this, "In the last life, you have twisted the thread of your own destiny, and you are no longer controlled by fate. After reversing time, although you have not Memory, but in fact, half a month before the foreshadowing dream, you have already returned to Sparta. But you are still with Apollo..."

Then there is conniving Apollo to take to the streets.

Send Apollo Red Cape.

Chaos turned over a wave of old accounts in his heart again, but he didn't say it out of his mouth.

Jacintos raised his eyebrows: "You also said that I have no memory—" He thought about it and felt a little funny, and lightly touched Chaos with his head, "Then I won't show my demeanor next time, okay? Meet with Apollo, and everything you do or say must be approved by you first."

After he spoke, he tilted his head and kissed Chaos's side face, and said softly, "Can you? You should be less jealous."

During his lifetime and after his death, he had met so many people and dealt with so many gods, and he rarely met a god who was powerful enough to be defiant like Hades and would worry about gains and losses.

He even had an illusion, as if Chaos was somewhat inferior in front of him, always comparing himself with Apollo.

This comparison is unreasonable and has no value. Anyone—even Apollo himself would not feel that the two are comparable. However, Chaos has been comparing the two until this life, and he is always worried about whether he Will be inferior to Apollo.

There is a saying that goes like this: Love can always make the most confident people lose their self-confidence, and the strongest people become weak. When the hard shell is pried open to reveal the soft meat inside, that is the time when love touches people the most .

But Hyacinthus didn't think so.

He thought that a healthy relationship should make the people in it more confident and stronger.

The most touching thing is not the moment when you pry out the soft flesh, but you know where his soft flesh is, but you don’t pry and touch it because of love, and gently turn into each other’s shield, adding more strength to the other’s hard shell. With the last layer of protection, he is indestructible from now on, and no one can hurt his weakness.

Jacintos didn't know where Khaos' lack of confidence came from, but no matter what he thought, it probably originated from the previous life, from him.

Thinking about it this way, he is being made half-dead now, and it can only be said that he lifted a rock in the previous life and smashed his own foot in the future life.

What can I do then, I have to be responsible for the shells I pried open.Raise it slowly.

Hyacinthus took a deep breath, mentally prepared for a heroic sacrifice, moved his body slightly, squinted at Chaos from the corners of his red eyes, trembling with wet eyelashes: "Do you want to Do you want to move, or do you want to continue talking?"