spartan ancestor

"..." Yacintos was slightly taken aback.

This was the first time someone said such kind of coddled words to him, which made him a little unsure how to react.

Reason told him that this topic should be brought up with an innocuous joke at this time, but in fact, the prepared joke turned into: "I want to see the galaxy."

In fact, this has never been a joke. Maybe he often expresses it in a joking way or tone, but he has always been serious inside.

After all, for him, Xinghe condensed those summer nights in his childhood that never came back. At that time, his mother was not seriously ill, and his elder brother did not go home once a year like later. Xingkong Underneath, their family sat neatly in the atrium, and beside his taciturn elder brother, Alan babbled about how good it was that he proposed to move the table out for dinner, and whether he could continue to eat next time...

That was the most complete time of his childhood.

I don't know when it started, it's gone forever, and it doesn't exist anymore.

Jacintos suddenly felt confused, raised his head slightly and patted Yunxu beside him: "Did I tell you that when I was a child, I used to cry because of toothache?"

"..." Chaos was still thinking about Xinghe, he was stunned for a moment, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for Jacintos to cry, "No."

When this toxin is on the attack, he will indeed talk about some long and cumbersome stories, but often he is not the protagonist, and sometimes he even deliberately reduces his presence in the story.

This gave Chaos a weird feeling, as if Hyacinthus didn't think he was qualified to appear in these stories, Chiron, Hercules, Persephone... anyone was more qualified than him.

Chaos could only glimpse the tip of the iceberg vaguely through the few words of Jacinthos, and he probably knew that it seemed that it was the arrangement of fate that made Jacinthos die in disgrace. He rarely talks about his past.

This kind of cognition caused Chaos to feel the uncomfortable feeling before again, but he had no way to confide in him, and he had nothing to do, so he could only silently follow his instinct, softening the cloud that supported Hyacinthus. A little bit, a little softer.

Jacintos probably sensed this change, so the hesitation that had arisen after blurting out the old childhood events immediately dissipated, and a slight smile unconsciously formed on his pale lips: "It happened a long time ago..."

Sometimes, people are like that.

The longer the chatterbox is closed tightly, once it is opened, it will be difficult to close.

Jacintos probably told Khaos about the "interesting story" of his tooth replacement, and couldn't help recalling some interesting childhood stories. In fact, most of them were scenes when he was embarrassing when he was immature: "...but If I am embarrassed again, it may not be as embarrassing as when I changed my teeth? According to my mother, I howled at that time, as if the sky was falling. The doctor who pulled out my teeth was very old and was almost shocked Fall off the bench."

He clicked his lips lightly for his embarrassing reaction at that time, somewhat trying to make amends: "But it was really painful at that time, you see, it has been hundreds of years, and I can still recall what it was like to have a toothache at that time .”

This is pure fart, no matter how painful the tooth is, can it hurt more than the venom of the Hydra?But Jacintos felt that face could be more important than facts in this respect, and he allowed himself to beautify his image appropriately.

In the darkness, Yun Xu was silent for a long time, and she didn't know whether she was speechless after hearing him exaggerate the power of toothache, or imagining what it would be like for him to cry like the sky was falling when he was a child.

Anyway, after a while, Chaos said slowly with some hesitation: "Xinghe..."

Chaos paused for a moment before continuing: "You can change it to something else. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't do it."

Hyacinthus raised his gaze somewhat unexpectedly.

On the one hand, he was indeed surprised that Chaos said "it can't be done".After all, logically speaking, Chaos itself is a chaotic nebula. Isn't it as simple as opening and closing your eyes to light up the galaxy?

On the other hand, when Chaos said "I can't do it", he didn't mean to hide or be euphemistic. His attitude was much more frank than that guy who exaggerated his words just to cover up his crying. The face of the gods.

Or... it was the god who felt that he could put down his face honestly in front of him and reciprocate his self-exposed black material just now.

Chaos did have the idea that the other party said so many embarrassing things, and he had to say one or two in return.It's more distressing, he has almost no embarrassment, the only thing is the thread of fate that fate made for him when he was unprepared: "That golden thread..."

Chaos gestured to the one that Jinsuo was still working hard to solve: "I can't completely control the image of the main body freely, so the Galaxy will only light up when I am asleep, and turn off when I am awake."

And there was a living creature beside him, and he couldn't sleep no matter what, so Hyacinthus mentioned it several times before, but he didn't respond.

The toxic episode is about to come to an end.

Hyacinthus could feel the pain suddenly intensified like a counterattack, as if he was unwilling to be completely pulled out.

Thin sweat oozes from the tip of his nose again, his face is still pretending to be light and calm, and the corner of his lower lip is curled to comfort Chaos: "After untying the golden thread, you will be fine. At that time..."

He originally wanted to joke that he would definitely remember to show me a few more glances at Xinghe when the time came, but he was interrupted by the increased pain again in the middle of his speech, and was drowned in an unstoppable muffled groan.

That's a good thing.He remarked bitterly that it was because the originally numb touch was gradually returning to normal, so the pain became more obvious.It means that the toxin is almost completely removed.

But this kind of pain was unbearable, Hyacinthus managed to turn over in patience, and was buried face down in the cloud.

He said "You can"... Then I hug Yunxu a little bit as a temporary pillow, is it agreed?

This was probably the first time Hyacinthus tried to show "delicacy" during his illness. He was unskilled and a little awkward, but his arms still held the fluffy cloud in his arms, and he buried his face deeply in it.

Hugging soft things when you are uncomfortable can not solve the discomfort pathologically, but it can give you some comfort psychologically.Especially Yacintos's sense of touch has recovered most of it, and this fluffy and excellent touch has provided him with comfort and comfort to a great extent.

But before he could enjoy this kind of comfort for a while, he felt something poke between his chest and the clouds, turning him back.

Afterwards, more protrusions emerged from the cloud, gradually elongated, and solidified into a rough shape similar to tentacles.

"..." Hyacinthus barely raised his eyelids, squinted at these ugly "tentacles" that sometimes could not be controlled, and turned back into fluffy clouds with a bang, and smiled weakly, " What are you doing? Taking advantage of others' danger?"

Yun Xu, who was surrounded by him at first, was a little dazed and unable to do anything, paused: "...there are many human souls in the scorched earth of hell. I heard that there is a way among human beings to relieve pain, called 'massage'."

Hyacinthus stretched his eyelids again and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Nothing surprising about the massage, but chaos eh.

Supreme God, give him a human massage?As far as this is concerned, no matter how hard he tries, he has to say something nice: "You are such a kind and considerate god, ahem..."

His body was not up to snuff, and he coughed a few times when he boasted halfway, but this did not affect his performance. All kinds of good words went straight to Chaos: "Kindness comes from character, and consideration comes from nature. It is true that people believe in Zeus." If you believe it wrong, you should let everyone experience it for yourself..."

"What everyone?" Chaos wanted to frown again, "You want to introduce other humans? Do you think I treat everyone like you?"

"I..." Hyacinth choked.

He wasn't sure if he had misunderstood it or what, it sounded a little weird.

Immediately afterwards, the Supreme God returned his boast just now, and from his point of view, it was even more exaggerated: "Why? Can they be as perfect, powerful, and gentle as you?"

"..." Yacintos himself felt embarrassed, suspecting that it was Chaos' intention to retaliate and embarrass him on purpose, "No..."

Chaos is quite serious, and he doesn't think that when these descriptions are stacked up, human beings will feel a little embarrassed and may be ashamed. He just uses the most accurate language he can think of to express his love for Jacinto during this period of time. Si's opinion: "Can they be strong enough to escape from the underworld controlled by Hades with their human bodies like you? Can they deal with the hidden thing on the island and snatch three golden shuttles and golden threads from him safely?" Can they be so gentle that they can get out in time by loosening their own golden thread, but they give up self-protection after weighing the pros and cons, and choose to confront one of the supreme gods for the freedom of all?"

Chaos wanted to continue, but Yacintos quickly interrupted: "Okay, okay, okay...don't say it."

The tip of his nose started to sweat again, but this time it wasn't all from the pain, but from shame.

It's actually quite rare for this kind of emotion to happen to Jacintos, and most of the time he can maintain an unshakable thick-skinned.

But... It may be more than a hundred years from birth to death. There are too few people who praise him. Even if there are, they are mostly confused by his appearance like Apollo.

Chaos was different. He praised it just by coincidence. He happened to step on the point that Jacintos valued the most during his lifetime and after his death, but it was also the most stigmatized by people and historical records.

There is no Spartan who doesn't like to be praised for his strength, especially to be personally recognized by a powerful existence like Chaos, such a prestigious reputation.

Hyacinthus let out a dry cough, obviously complacent, and insisted on showing a relaxed and freehand expression on his face: "I'm sorry. It's been a long time since I've been praised so much, and I'm not used to it for a while. The last one who was so good at boasting might be Perse. Fu—hiss.”

Chaos had a sullen face, and the tentacles in mid-air pressed Jacintos' shoulder hard.

Yacintos hunched over and took a breath for a while, before collapsing back into a piece of salted fish cake and sighing: "If you want to kill me, I'll just say it, but it doesn't need so much foreshadowing."

"..." Chaos slowly crushed the innocent and poor fruit basket next to him with no expression on his face, "Shut up if you can't speak."

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