spartan ancestor

Silence is the abyss tonight.

Tartarus chewed on Chaos' words in his heart again and again with difficulty: that ghost is a Spartan...

what?He still wants to go to Sparta to bring home food to that dead soul?

"...I only have offerings to the gods here." Whether you want to love it or not, Tartarus flicked his sleeves with a sullen face, and swept the fruit snacks on the altar in front of him, "Choose something new——"

He was going to say, you pick some fresh ones to take away, and the rest will be eaten by the restless masters in the God Prison. In the next second, he saw Chaos carrying a fruit basket, and he naturally and smoothly took all the sacrifices together. Sweeping away, he simply said hard work to him, then turned around and left.

"Wait..." Tartarus didn't even have time to persuade him to stay.

……What's the meaning? ?What on earth are you here for? ?

·

When Chaos returned to his sleeping place, Hyacinthus was holding a golden arrow and weaving a short thread of fate onto the arrow.

As the gold thread melted into the arrow shaft inch by inch, Chaos could clearly feel the threat of this arrow was rising steadily. Even though the gold thread was completely integrated into the arrow shaft, this threat was still not enough for him to take it seriously. , but this shows that Jacintos' research for so long has finally reached the right direction.

"Ha, haha!" Yacintos didn't believe it was successful at first, and laughed a few times with a bit of disbelief. After a few seconds, he suddenly jumped up with joy and laughed, "Success!" Already!"

He finally figured out how fate shared the power of the golden arrow equally.

Although the degree of reversal of this one gold thread is not much, what about ten or a hundred?He might be able to refine the golden arrow to be even more lethal than its most primitive state.

He was a little selfless for a while, stepping on the soft clouds and dancing, seeing Chaos's spiritual consciousness come back with a fruit basket, he didn't experience the embarrassment of dancing on his forehead and being caught face to face, on the contrary he laughed He rushed over, casually grabbed the cloud-shaped consciousness holding the fruit basket and kissed a few times: "It's done! Did you see it? It's done—uh."

He hugged and rubbed the calm Yun Xu in his arms, froze for a moment, then suddenly turned the unlucky thing over, and pressed it face down into the cloud.

Still afraid of the dark, lonely...why can't this bastard be smothered to death? ?Chaos almost made a human-shaped pit on the cloud.

But he was actually happy for Hyacinthus, and of course, for himself.

It's just that deep in my heart, there is still a small part that is a little bored, probably a little angry.

It wasn't because of Yacinthos' presumptuousness, but because he looked at the golden arrow and couldn't help but think about the conversation he had just had with Tartaros.

This person can take anyone's anything in his heart, but why can't he leave such a small piece in his heart for himself?

The Golden Arrow is very important, but can't wait?no.

Adding up the time of poisoning, it may indeed not take as long to study a one-time detoxification plan, but the time that seems to be short in the mouth of Jacintos is really so short that it is not worth mentioning. Get over it?Not really.

But based on his long-term understanding of Yacintos, even if he said this, the other party would probably only be taken aback for a moment, and then laughed and made jokes to fool him.

The soul of the dead is not afraid of suffocation. After Chaos let go of his hand in silence, Hyacinthus turned over and lay on the cloud, with a relaxed and happy smile on his face, and he still wanted to tease the unhappy tiger beard: "Is there anything to eat? Have you brought it?"

... I owe you?Chaos angrily threw the fruit basket in front of Jacintos: "How many times will it take until the toxin is removed?"

Lying on the clouds, Hyacinths writhed a few times like a boneless caterpillar, lazily hugged the fruit basket and searched: "Once. Look, is it as fast as I said?"

"..." Chaos immediately stiffened the cloud.

"Well, I'm almost free. Are you not happy for me? Keep a straight face..." Yacintos teased.

In fact, he somewhat knows why the other party is unhappy, but he really wants to bring this protracted and smoke-free war to an early end rather than the insignificant pain.

Because some people have been tortured in the unknown for too long, how could he be willing to let them suffer for another second?

Like he said, it's all just a matter of simple arithmetic.

Why not use his short-term pain in exchange for the relief of so many people?

Jacintos paused slightly, still with an enthusiastic smile on his face, turned over with a bunch of plump grapes in his hands, and shook the grapes a few times without hesitation, changing the topic: "Why are these grapes that need to be peeled?" You peel it off for me."

"??" Chaos' attention was successfully attracted by the newly generated point of anger, and he had no idea how these words came out of Jacintos' mouth.

No, I was so angry that I couldn't speak smoothly.

I don't know how Jacintos has the face to make such a request so straightforwardly.

As it turns out, Hyacinthus' skin can be as strong as his will if need be.Seeing that Chaos didn't answer, he let go of his hands, lying on the clouds and sighing, his shamelessness was comparable to that of an old man touching porcelain: "I'm so hungry. My hands are sore."

Chaos was almost laughed out of anger: "The toxin doesn't take effect, but you are squeamish instead?"

No wonder humans have a saying that people are shameless and invincible.

Jacintos twitched his ear tips, dragged his cheeks and raised his face: "Who? Me? Shameless? How could you say such a thing?" He condemned, "You can say that I have thick skin, but you can't say that I don't want to Face."

"..." It's shameless to say such a thing.

Yacintos could be even more shameless, holding his face maliciously to show cuteness: "My face is so beautiful..."

He leaned forward and approached Yunxu: "Could it be that you can say no?"

"..."

"? Why didn't you make a sound?" Yacintos patted the cloud with his paw, and was thrown out the next second.

"Do your thing." The peeled grapes were wrapped in a small fluffy cloud, and they came over with a cold scolding, "Don't move your hands and feet, be honest."

·

Probably the inconsistency of Chaos' words and deeds encouraged Jacintos. In the next few days, the little ancestor almost tossed about in different ways, and the innocent Tartaros suffered.

"..." Tartarus stared blankly at Chaos, who had once again visited God's Prison, "What does he want? Chicken..."

It was difficult for him to say the word: "Drumsticks?"

The shell is fried crispy and crispy, and the exterior is covered with honey and icing sugar. It is best to still be steaming when it reaches the mouth...

Tartarus couldn't bear it anymore: "How can there be in the abyss... how can there be steaming things that the dead souls can eat?"

"It's just that you can't get hot?" Chaos' attention is different. "Then satisfy the previous ones first. You can think of a way when you get hot."

Tartarus: "???"

From the time I was born to the present, I have never been as speechless as this time.

He wished he could grab Chaos and shake it a few times to wake him up: Are you out of your mind?Listen to what you just said, you look like a fool who is dazzled by beauty.

Chaos didn't think so.

In fact, it is not his nature to be more humane, polite and restrained all the time.

Essentially speaking, like most gods, he is not a character who has the ability to advance and retreat, and is considerate. He just has a basic understanding of these social rules rationally, and knows how to do this in order to conform to the rules and common sense. .

Of course, these rules and common sense can't restrain him, but as the creator of this world, he is happy to act according to the little rules made by his own creation when he is bored, just like playing a small game to pass the time.

If Tartarus can erase his filter of God the Father, he will probably find that Chaos' politeness and restraint are superficial and very limited.

It's like after he swept away the sacrifices, he still remembered to politely say "hard work" to Tartarus, but he didn't bother to take all the sacrifices away by himself, what should the rest of the unworthy descendants in the god prison do? , or how Tartarus would have to deal with the gods who had lost their sacrifices.

I only abide by the rules I am willing to fulfill, and I only do what I want to do, which is probably another level of arbitrary.With Chuangshishen looking down on the rules, he is aloof and careless.

After all, no matter how interesting these rules and creations are, they cannot reach the level that can stand side by side with him and allow him to be treated equally, even if it is Tartarus.

In the eyes of Chaos, whether it is Zeus or Tartarus, all the gods and all creations are his descendants. No matter how beautiful they are in front of people, they are just naughty children with different temperaments to him.

He can cooperate with the children's games at will, how serious should he be?impossible.

But Hyacinthus was different.

Hyacinthus earned his equal treatment by strength, which was enough to separate Hyacinthus from all other beings.

Tartarus couldn't hold back: "You don't think there's anything wrong? Don't you think that the dead soul is kicking its nose and face?"

Chaos commented objectively: "From a certain point of view, he is indeed pushing his nose on his face every day."

Occasionally when he was excited, he did dance on his head.But he felt that this was much more interesting than the thousands and tens of thousands of years of deep sleep in the past, and it was also infinitely more enjoyable than listening to the alarm bell ringing in his ears.

Probably because people really can't bear to talk about it, such a thought flashed in Chaos's mind, and a piercing long ringing sounded in his ears.

He got up immediately, his consciousness returned to his body, and when he found someone in the faint golden light, this patient who could piss off a hundred doctors was curled up in his nest.

Hyacinthus was rarely quiet, Chaos should have felt relieved, but in fact he was not relieved of any poisonous attack, after all, the police siren in his ears was still hoarse: "When it's time to be squeamish, don't you be squeamish? "

It was difficult for him to understand Hyacinthos's character. He used to be shameless and shameless when he was not sick or in trouble, but when he was really sick and should be coquettish, this man shrank in the corner again, tightly shutting the clamshell, not letting him Any trace of illness leaked out.

The clouds under his body became softer than usual, and Jacintos felt his dry lips being moistened by water. He slightly opened his eyes and showed a brief smile: "Do you know, someone is accompanying you?" Sometimes, the pain that was originally a big deal will become unbearable.”

Therefore, in Sparta, when he was seriously ill, he would indeed receive the most meticulous medical treatment, but it was limited to medical treatment to ensure that he would not lose his life, but no further care was given even by Queen Lutes.

"You're talking nonsense again." Chaos said angrily, "Don't your human parents love their children? Don't your parents take care of you? According to your human beings, this proves that they don't love you. you."

"That's not true, it's just that in our Sparta, everyone came here like this, and girls are the same." Hyacinthus paused for a while, breathing calmly, "So there is nothing to complain about."

Why can't you complain?If Chaos had a frown, he would have to frown in a series of twists and turns. Whoever is sick is not weak, even Erebus, the incarnation of the nether world, and Nyx, the goddess of the night. These two first-generation gods know how to pretend to be sick when they quarrel. The other party is coaxing, how come it is the turn of human beings, but it will not work if it is the turn of Hyacinthus.

He thought about it again and again, hesitated to speak a few times, and said: "You can."

You can complain, you can be squeamish, you can ask for company when you are sick, and you can make all kinds of excessive demands that you would not normally make. He thinks he is willing to accept these harmless little tempers.