spartan ancestor

Flowers and vines grow among the weeds, occasionally dotted with a few purple hyacinths, all of which are randomly pulled down by people in the midst of emotion.

The purple flower juice was all over the hands, and a fragrant and sweet color appeared on the snow-white skin suffused with thin sweat.

When everything was over, Hyacinthus leaned half on Chaos' chest muscles, closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while, regained a little bit of energy, and started acting like a demon again as soon as he opened his eyes: "It is said that the old tree is blooming, what are you? The old tree is blooming ?”

Before he could finish his mouth, he clicked his tongue a few more times: "In my last life, I lived for more than twenty years, and after I died, I spent hundreds of years. The hundreds of years of abstinence are all the feelings I saved to prepare for you today?"

"..." Chaos was also a little lazy. Hearing this, he lowered his eyelids, turned his face sideways, and covered someone's mouth that was not spitting ivory again.

To tell the truth, Hyacinths enjoyed this intimate and peaceful kiss, especially since he had just relived some unpleasant memories.

This feeling of lying on the lawn and kissing lightly gave him a sense of peace and tranquility, as if all the troublesome things were left out, and as long as they wanted to, they could lie in this valley of flowers forever and grow old. , anyway, the future is long.

The years are quiet and the days are long.

Hyacinthus thought quietly, this is probably the most moving word he has ever heard after going through two lifetimes.

This is true for him, and it is also true for Persephone and Minta, who are suffering from fate.

So he indulged himself and lay down on the lawn for a while, Yacintos turned over and sat up: "Go and talk to Persephone, I want to learn more about some details."

…………

It took the two of them a little time to make themselves visible, but there was nothing they could do about the grass they had spoiled.

Even Chaos just stared at the messy lawn in silence for a while, and released a cloud of chaotic nebula after a while, obliterating the grass until only a piece of bare mud remained.

Against the backdrop of full of flowers and plants, this bare black mud land is eye-catching no matter how you look at it, and it seems too obvious no matter how you look at it.

Hyacinthus couldn't understand: "Didn't you conceive everything? What kind of land, abyss, darkness... how can you make some flowers?"

Chaos glanced at Hyacinthus: "Have you seen craftsmen carving on dust?"

"..." Jacintos probably understood.

For Chaos, making flowers and grass is almost as difficult as asking a craftsman to carve on a speck of dust.

It is estimated that it was really made by Chaos, and the ones created are all large existences of the size of Gaia and Tartaros...

Hyacintos probably imagined what kind of giant piranha could be made by Chaos, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing to narrow down, and instead comforted: "It's okay, fortunately, the descendants will strive for success, and you can let it grow." You ... "He took his fingers seriously and calculated,"

"..." Chaos looked at the guy who was beating around the bush and mocking him for "ancient tree blossoming" with a blank expression, and began to think whether he had underestimated the opponent's physical strength.

According to the state of this mouth owed, it is completely possible to have a few more rounds, right?

As for "letting the great-great-great-great-granddaughter destroy the body and traces", anyway, Chaos couldn't bear this face.

Fortunately, Yacintos also has a certain degree of teasing the tiger's whiskers, and he will switch back to a serious state when he finishes his mouth.

They walked into the olive grove together and found Persephone's cabin deep in the forest. When they knocked on the door and entered, the mother and daughter were holding hands and talking in a low voice. Earsephone roughly talked about the experience of the previous life.

"It's finally over for you?" Persephone stopped talking, and looked at Hyacinthus with a very strange look, "Can you share, how...you two are together?"

"Not really, I can't remember, he didn't want to tell me a word." Jacintos sat down at the table calmly, "Also, you have a lawn in Huagu, um... it's a bit thorny. People, I leveled it for you, remember to replant some good touch when you look back."

Persephone: "..."

Do you know what it means to have a face? ?

Under Persephone's gaze, Hyacinthus raised his chin calmly and slightly: "Can you tell me in detail about your experience in this life?"

"You want to ask a question about time reversal." Persephone returned to the state of business, "Yes. I can tell you this way. After time reversal, I returned to the time when I was just born. But it may be Affected by time reversal to some extent, I forgot the memory of my previous life, and have been living in seclusion in this deep mountain flower valley, until you came to the door today, I remembered the past and realized that I had experienced time reversal."

Hyacinthus had guessed correctly before that revisiting old places and reuniting with old people can indeed awaken some memories.

The reason why he stood in the garden and looked at the golden branches did not wake up his memory, and found that the golden roses in the garden were ordinary and did not contain any power, just because the key figure of Persephone was missing.

Hyacinthus thought for a while, and felt that what Persephone said was not completely good news: "Time reversal can bring you back to the time when you were born? How long ago was that? What about fate? If He is like you ..."

"Probably not." Persephone shook her head, "I don't think time is so easy to control, and you still send everyone back to the beginning of life in a regular way? This should be random, like sending me back to when I was just born , the one next to you..."

"Both Yashin and I reversed back to half a month before his 20th birthday." Chaos' tone was inexplicably cold, "It's just that I have memories, but he doesn't."

"..." Persephone paused for a moment, savoring carefully, and always felt that he was right, as if this great being was really not friendly to him.

She was a little confused.If I remember correctly, she should have never met this person from the beginning to the end, right?How did this offend Shang?

After experiencing all kinds of things in her previous life, Persephone is not like Demeter, who was so nervous and frightened when she saw Chaos entering the house that she was frozen into a stone sculpture. At most, her tone was a little cautious: "It's not my fault to ask, why do I think... ...You seem to have a problem with me?"

Chaos replied quickly: "No."

Persephone: "..."

That's it.

However, whether Chaos finished answering or not, he tightly pressed his thin lips. Obviously, he had no intention of answering kindly. On the original topic: "Look, this shows that although they are all affected by time reversal, the time point when everyone returns to the past should be different."

"Including whether they will restore the memory of the previous life - just like my mother, even though I have told her the experience of the previous life, she has no impression."

Yacintos nodded: "Hades and Thanatos are the same. I spent a lot of time in the underworld, and they didn't mention any familiarity with me."

It seems that only the little siren girl and Persephone are really shown to be influenced by the previous life.

Hyacinthus pondered for a while: "Maybe... only those who have been twisted by me in the previous life can leave some impressions?"

According to his recovered memory, before fate intervened, he only had time to completely twist the thread of fate between himself and Persephone. The little siren and Chiron were half twisted, and fate returned to the island ahead of time to break through.

Persephone: "Maybe so. But it's not necessarily that other people can't remember, it's just...it may be different from the time point of going back to the past, and the time for everyone to restore memory may not be the same. It may even be Some people recover quickly, others slowly, remembering only a little bit at a time."

It is possible.

After all, when Jacintos met the little siren in this life, the other party already had the idea of ​​wearing clothes. Obviously, he didn't remember it because he met Jacintos.

But Jacintos didn't really care about these.

Whoever remembers and who can't remember his previous life doesn't have much influence on him.

What he cares more about is when fate will come back, when will he remember his previous life, if he remembers early, will he have ulterior motives and stay behind early.

He explained his worries, and then analyzed: "I speculate—of course, this is only the best possibility—that Destiny actually didn't come back early, and it's even possible that he didn't come back until after I got rid of Apollo. In other words, He just recovered his memory."

Because looking back now, carefully observing the timing of each golden tear outbreak, it is not difficult to find that every golden thread eruption is after he forcibly broke the original destiny trajectory of the gods.

"It's as if fate has taken precautions, so it is necessary to forcibly break their original fate trajectory first, so that the golden thread can take advantage of it and strip fate from controlling them." Yacintos thought about it, "But Apo Luo is different. The gold thread jumped on us almost when the conflict broke out."

Yacinto paused for a moment: "I think, at least at this time, fate has not come back—or, memory has not been restored, so the golden thread can rush directly without any scruples and obstacles, and easily peel off the fate Control of Apollo."

"..." Persephone couldn't keep up with the topic of Jacinthus. After all, the matter of the golden thread and the deprivation of the godhead was still a small-scale secret. Even Demeter didn't know about it, only Jacinthus knew about it. Si is full of gossip, "Well, my news in this life may not be as well-informed as in the previous life, but--'they'? How many gods have you broken the destiny trajectory?"

Hyacinthus: "In addition to Apollo, there are Artemis, Hephaestus, Ares, Hades, Poseidon..."

"Hadi—wait." Persephone took a deep breath, "How many more? So much, all done without the gold thread?"

"No, no," Hyacinthus said modestly, "Artemis is because of the golden arrow, and the rest are basically ghost pomegranates..."

But thinking about it carefully, the golden arrow was obtained by himself in his previous life, the dark pomegranate was refined by himself, and the golden thread was also won by himself. Yacintos changed his tone halfway through humility: "Yes, it all depends ability."

Even though she had experienced a lot in her previous life, Persephone still couldn't help being amazed, and praised without hesitation: "Although I don't know these things well, I feel amazing just by hearing them."

"In the last life, time was reversed, and fate might be able to comfort itself by saying that you are all relying on shit luck, but in this life... Ha! I can imagine the feeling of fate's repeated defeats. He probably never thought of it, and he never looked down on it. Eye-catching humans can actually force him into this."

"Everywhere, there are small details." Yacintos continued to hold back, "but the details determine success or failure."

Shameless boasting is a familiar smell.Persephone applauded cooperatively, with a bit of ridicule among friends: "In this comparison, Hades is nothing, it's a pity that you already have one..." She couldn't figure out what to call Kaka. Osi, simply changed a word that should be more in line with Chaos's wishes, "I have a lover, otherwise I would like to ask, do you still like the clothes I prepared for you?"

When Hyacinthus was in the Elysee Palace in the previous life, his clothes were basically arranged by Persephone.Of course, it is not out of ambiguous meaning. In the early stage, Persephone made all kinds of colorful clothes for Hades with great interest, forcing Hades not to set foot in the Elysee Palace for several months, so Hyacinthus became A clothes rack where Persephone disposes of discarded clothes.

Later, Persephone gradually looked away, and directly identified Model as Hyacinthus who was more talkative, so until he left the underworld, Hyacinthus's clothes were basically arranged by Persephone.

Persephone would say this purely as a joke, and she also took care of Chaos's intentions in her words, directly calling Chaos the lover of Hyacinthus.

However, let's put the stand on this point. As soon as the words fell, Persephone received a cold look from Chaos.

After the vest was completely lost, the behavior was even more undisguised, and he moved his position directly, almost putting himself between Hyacinthus and Persephone, blocking most of his vision: "I don't like it."

"..." His thin lips moved again, as if he wanted to add a word of "fuck", but he swallowed it back in the end.

"..." Although this might be a bit unconscionable, Yacintos was almost amused, "Are you jealous again? I only regard Pearl as my daughter...uh."

He stroked the relationship: "The granddaughter of the successor, great, great, and great."

Suddenly, four or five generations of Persephone were dropped: "..."

Yacintos hooked Chaos' finger under the table: "Besides, the clothes I'm wearing now aren't all from your handbag... Hiss."

Oh yes.

How did Chaos develop this habit?

Anyway, in the memory of Jacintos, as soon as Chaos arrived in the courtyard in this life, he began to take care of everything about him, especially his clothes, and never pretended to others.

...Could it be that in the previous life, when he was talking about his life experience with Chaos, he also talked about Persephone, and this jealous vat has been kept in his heart, until now, right?

Persephone also wondered what was going on, and then thought about the inexplicable disapproval of Chaos before: "..."

no……!What a god you are!This is one more small thing... Well, forget it.

Blaming herself, she poked the lid of the vinegar jar.

Persephone wiped her face, and changed the subject wisely: "I've seen it before, and the memories that should be restored have also been restored. What's your next plan? What were you doing before you came?"

Hyacinthus was playing with the slender and well-articulated handle of the vinegar vat, when he heard this, he raised his head: "...cough."

I almost forgot, we are still fighting on Mount Olympus.