spartan ancestor

To be honest, if it weren't for Asclepius's words, Hyacinthus would have forgotten the God of West Wind to some corner.Even if he barely pulls it out now, he is not very interested. After all, Metis' rectification has covered the entire sacred mountain, and Zephyros will definitely not be able to escape.

Nearly a thousand years have passed since the previous life and the present life, and Zephyrus' assassination only occupies a very short fragment in the long memory.Standing at this height, Hyacinthus actually didn't bother to pay attention to Xifeng God. At most, he turned his head and asked casually: "When Metis rectified, how did Xifeng God deal with it?"

Considering that His Majesty Rufus was still there, Jacintos' voice was not loud, and he specially attached to Chaos' ear to cover his mouth. At first glance, it seemed more flirtatious.

However, Chaos paused for a while, and then whispered after a while: "He was thrown into the abyss by me a long time ago. Now there are only remnants left, left in the scorched earth of hell, and Tartarus is responsible for guarding him."

When not talking about business, Chaos only talked more when his nerves were tense.Hyacinthus was very familiar with this kind of reaction, it was not restraint after being teased, but uncontrollable restlessness.

Chaos seemed to feel that this explanation was not enough, and then he added at a faster pace: "I know you have made a detailed plan for this and want to do it yourself. But it was a night, and you slept soundly—"

"Hush." ​​Yacintos picked Chaos's chin with his fingers and turned away, tilted his head and sealed the other's lips with a kiss.

These uneasiness that sprang out from the cracks from time to time are probably caused by the last years of the cold war in the previous life, and the palpitations and panic that were almost left behind.

Chaos almost never talked about his psychology these years, but the few times he spoke was enough to reveal how many dull and long-term restless thoughts he had hidden in his heart these years.

People like those who have lost and found are always worried about losing again, like those who have been abandoned, they are like frightened birds, thinking over and over again about their words and deeds, for fear that if they make a wrong step, the old dream will repeat itself.

This is not something that can be changed in a few words, it can only be smoothed over a long period of time.

Yacintos backed away slightly, approached again, and kissed the other party's lips lightly again: "No need to explain. You are helping me, what is there to explain?"

Rufus next to him: "..."

He almost thought that he didn't exist anymore, or that these people didn't know his identity.

He obviously underestimated the thickness of Jacintos's skin.Not only did this kiss be aboveboard, but after the kiss, he turned around and asked naturally: "Why are you staring at us? Do not look at evil."

Emperor Rufus: "..." You still don't remember that you are standing on my site?

But he reckoned that even if he said this, this person's face wouldn't even blush a little, so he held back his words, and said instead: "Before I came out, Maria was still holding my hand and was very disturbed."

"According to what she told me, I should have bought things from you and brought them back instead of bringing you back. This in itself means that there was an accident, not to mention that you were not surprised to see her face... I told her you guessed who we were because she had a corset. She got worried and asked if it was obvious? She was wearing a stola and a palla on the outside, whichever it was, from the waist to the cuffs There are abundant folds to cover it, and the people around her didn't notice anything abnormal. She was convinced of this before, but you put it that way, she was very anxious."

Jacintos pinched the knuckles of Khaos' fingers: "You just think I have rich experience."

When she was in Hades in her previous life, Persephone loved to toss the people around her as clothes hangers all day long, and even the fat cook was "hard to escape".He has seen the effect of corsets for hundreds of years, and even if he has no experience, he can see the experience.

However, this cannot be said in too much detail, because there is a big vinegar jar next to it, with its lid lifted, ready to stock up at any time.

Yacintos was amused by this imagination: "Don't worry, ordinary people can't save my experience under normal circumstances."

The smile at the corner of his mouth grew stronger, because he imagined the calculations that might have been made in his heart every time Chaos prepared clothes for him in this life, and the little things that had been turned around.

Although this kind of guessing may not match the coldness and calmness that Chaos has always shown, but generally speaking, it should be similar to such a recalcitrant mentality: She can do it, and I can do it too.

Yacintos always felt that the various little thoughts covered up under the expressionless face were very cute, but when he was half cute, he paused slightly.

Taking care of his clothes with one hand can be interpreted as jealousy.What about the obsession with red clothes and white clothes?

Thinking of Chaos's stuffy, always delicate and sensitive little thoughts, Yacintos always had a premonition that this was probably another silent confession, hiding a lot of tenderness that had never been resorted to.

Chaos did not feel the hesitation of Yacinthos at this time.After the alarm was lifted, he relaxed, listening to the conversation with his left ear in and out of his right ear, his eyes fixed on a certain crease behind the other party's collar for a while, raised his hand to tidy up, and then calmly retracted his hand, returning to the usual Staring at Jacintos in a daze.

This habit was developed unconsciously in the previous life.After all, the abyss is indeed monotonous, and the only bright color is Hyacinthus. A short hundred years is enough for him to develop the habit of subconsciously following Hyacinthus.

Up to this life, although the environment around him is no longer monotonous, he is still used to finding a weed at random when Hyacinthus is not around, and a part of his consciousness slips quietly to the other side until Hyacinthus returns. To his side, he will end this state.

Chaos was so absent-minded that he didn't realize that the conversation had stopped for a while.His attention was only focused on admiring Hyacinthus' every move. The red color on the opponent's body was just right, like a scorching fire, which was the most suitable color for Hyacinthus.

A hundred years ago, he didn't think so.

As Chaos, he doesn't have human-like aesthetics, and Hyacinthus has been wearing a white robe since he stepped into the abyss, so when he first realized the unique beauty of Hyacinthus, he actually thought that the snow color It is the color that suits Yashin the most.

Later, the two of them started a cold war because of disagreement, and he thought resentfully, maybe this human is not made of snow?Otherwise, how could it be so cold?That white dress suits the other party's indifference.

In the past ten years, he has always used various cold and hard things to imagine the other party.For example, the unmelting ice and snow, such as the cold and hard marble, until one day, Hyacinthus calculated his fate by himself, and added a red robe.

He saw above Yashin, the thread of fate strongly imprisoned the struggling time, and he saw that under the golden light, the white clothes were covered by a more intense color.

The Spartan red cloak fluttered like a gilded sea of ​​red, domineeringly and silently breaking through the darkness of the abyss with scorching hotness, while the other party was smiling, with clear and radiant eyes, with a smile on his face. An extremely vivid way, perfectly blending with this piece of gilt red, crashed into his sight with a breathtaking impact.

At that moment, he realized that in fact, this person was scorching hot from the beginning to the end, and his veins were filled with Spartan red blood.

What is that white?

When he first possessed this Heiloshi named Aka, he once muttered this meaningless question, which was actually full of regret.

Heiroshi, who was frightened by him, looked at him for a while, and probably felt that he was not aggressive, so he sighed and said: "What is white? Are you injured too badly, and your brain is broken? Ask this carefully. What? In Sparta, only the rare snow is white, or it is the children who are sent into the temple. The priest will let them wash before they enter the temple, put on white robes, and participate in the ceremony , swear to the gods that they will serve each other for life... Do you think it sounds like a sacrifice to the gods?"

After listening to it, he sat there in a daze for a long time, but he couldn't tell why he was in a daze, and what were the feelings surging in his heart.When he came back to his senses, he had already asked the accosting Helos for a roll of snow-white cloth, and went to the field near Hyacinthus' residence in a daze and sat down.

This field was on the way Jacintos had to go home, so he waited for a while before the familiar figure strolled over with leisurely and brisk steps.

All kinds of worries that troubled him in the previous life and drove him to say the words of rejecting Yassin came up one after another. His stomach seemed to be filled with lead, and he sank heavily with his heart. He listened to the other party with his head down. I thought to the sound of footsteps: Yashin, whom I know well, has never walked so briskly.The burden on him was too heavy, so every step he took was very steady and heavy.

Yashin must have lost his memory.

Will he impress me?

Chaos was a little afraid to look up, afraid to see a completely different existence from Yassin in his impression.

Yassin, who has not experienced everything and has not been honed and precipitated, is completely strange to him. He is afraid that he will not see the shadow of his old acquaintance in the other party, and he is also worried that this carefree Yassin will prefer the lively and cheerful Apo Nah, not a dull self.

So he raised his head very slowly.After seeing Yashin, he blinked half a beat later, and put on the white cloth slowly and clumsily.

He is a god, and his slow reaction was certainly not because of excessive blood loss, but because he saw the familiar look in the opponent's eyes at a glance.

Then he realized that it was not the experience of thousands of years that shaped the Hyacinthus he loved, but that the other party had always been like this many years ago.

These thousand years of time are not used to make the young Yashin the one he is familiar with in the future, but Yashin has survived the millennium and has remained steadfast. In the end, he is still the same as before, across thousands of rivers and mountains. , meet him.

The other party was wearing a Spartan red cloak, which was different from the white robe he was used to in the abyss, but it was not against the harmony, on the contrary, it was more vivid and bright, burning into the eyes, as if this redness belonged to Yashin for granted s color.

Then he understood that the glimpse of the red robe in the abyss that surprised him was not a flash in the pan, but the norm.He almost killed this beauty, but luckily he didn't succeed.

These thoughts were going back and forth in his mind, so that his reaction was half a beat slow before he seriously put the white cloth on his body.

It's not that he doesn't want to show weakness, it's Yashin in his previous life who doesn't want to show weakness.He wanted to use this white robe to always remind him of his arrogance in his previous life, and voluntarily changed his position with Yassin back then——

In his last life, he was a god, controlling the fate of Yassin aloofly, but in this life, he is willing to be Yassin's sacrifice.

These thoughts sounded as mortifying as those he would not express, so he never spoke to Cynthus.

Fortunately, he is dull enough, with few words and few expressions. These unflattering traits have become his best cover-up, hiding those detailed and innumerable hypocritical thoughts for him quietly. time, and is immersed in every move and every move.

As long as you don't taste it carefully, no one will know.

But Jacintos turned his head, and was caught off guard and saw the garden quietly open in the dark.

"..." Emperor Rufus stood beside him, and began to think that he felt that he should not exist when he saw the other party's entire collar. Is it his problem or the problem of these two people? After thinking about it again and again, he still slowly He took a step back, closed the door, and consciously exited the area.

Asclepius was a step too late, and only had time to raise his hand towards the closed door. Hyacinthus and Chaos finally realized that there were other survivors beside them, and they raised their hands to put on the shoulder of the God of Healing at the same time. .

"..." Asclepius trembled, inexplicably having an ominous premonition of imminent disaster.

"I asked you to give me protection, but I didn't ask you to do unnecessary things." Jacintos clicked his lips, "You are too familiar, Rome also has information about me, Rufus can guess immediately our identities."

Asclepius wanted to cry, thinking that I would treat a pregnant woman, how can I think of you all going around: "I, I was wrong?"

"Apology is useful?" Chaos said indifferently, "It's all here, let's stay and work."

It just so happened that the newly opened store needed someone to take care of it, and he didn't want to waste the time he spent with Hyacinthus on cleaning the store and arranging the products.

What were they working so hard to conceive Gaia in the first place?Not just for today.

This is probably what humans mean by raising children to prevent old age.

"??" Asclepius's tears were really about to flow out of his eyes, "No, no! I... yes, I haven't banned the godhead yet!"

Chaos: "Go up and get banned before coming down."

Asclepius: "..."

I want to cry, these two need shitty self-defense, so he must defend himself!

Hyacinthus also looked back at the field of the farm, and touched his chin with his fingers: "I forgot that I couldn't see the farmland. Did Demeter rest enough in Mount Olympus during this time? Rest enough?" Come down and study grain seeds. The burned farmland of our good neighbors, the Acadians, still needs to be saved. When you go up, have a look and see what other gods have gods that are related to farming. After the godhead is banned, bring it down. By the way, I will go to the sisters Cloto, bring the handicrafts they made, and sell them in the store. By the way, I will inform those gods who have newborn babies at home. We are going to open A store specializing in baby and maternity products, remember to join us."

Asclepius: "..."

This tone really doesn't sound like inviting everyone to cheer, but rather like a bully on the street asking for protection fees...

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Before Rufus stepped back into the room, he had already guessed Hyacinthus' identity.

Originally, he wanted to open his mouth to make a point, so as to show that he was not completely on the disadvantaged side, and he was somehow holding the opponent's hand, but the two people on the opposite side were too sticky, and he was tired of seeing it.

Maria laughed when she heard Rufus' complaint: "You and I are usually not much better, don't laugh at fifty steps. But if the man in white standing next to His Majesty Yassin is the rumored Jean The king of Sparta would rather reject the gods than favor the human Helos, the king of Sparta is also a good-natured person, which adds some credibility."

Rufus snorted, looking at Maria's slightly bright eyes, how could he not know what she was thinking?Women just have no resistance to this kind of romantic and messy love story.

Say something to add some credibility, and speak as if it is very rational. If it is not for physical discomfort, Maria would have jumped out of bed and trotted out to watch the two prototypes of the story she is most willing to listen to recently.

However, he agrees with the point of credibility: "When I heard the story of the Spartan king before, I just felt that the Greeks praised him too much. He said that he has a deep friendship with the gods, and there is even a legend about conquering the gods." Yes... I don't usually believe in gods, and I always feel that those stories can only show the arrogance of this Greek king. Before today, I didn't connect these stories with my own experience..."

It wasn't until he guessed the other party's identity through the various details of the God of Medicine, and then combined with his experience of being almost controlled by someone in the past six months, and being inexplicably replaced by someone who didn't know the so-called impostor, that he realized that it was very likely that he would lose his identity in the past six months. An absurd experience like a damn nightmare, probably has nothing to do with voodoo, but a certain god.And according to the rumors of Yacintos, it is estimated that the other party is an expert in dealing with such troubles, and he came here specially to help.

As for whether it is possible that the other party and the gods joined forces to bring down Rome... Hyacinthus didn't reveal his identity in public before, let him be targeted by that fake, and helped cure Maria, these two points are enough to give This guess is marked with a cross.

The two discussed in a low voice, and when Rufus went out again, the emperor had already washed off the dye on his head and returned to his original red hair.

Jacintos glanced at Rufus' red hair and smiled: "Rufus, it means red in Roman. That's why you chose orange when you dyed your hair?"

"Don't mention it again, okay?" Rufus was a little annoyed. If it wasn't his last resort, how could he dress like a prostitute, causing a bunch of men and women to strike up a conversation with him on the road, "I discussed with Maria After a while, I want to invite you to our farm. Although your store is considered high-end, the space is small and cannot accommodate the kitchen and bathroom. If you want to take a bath, you have to go to the public bath, which is not a good experience. This Although the farm is simple and crude, but fortunately it is close to Perfume Street, and it has its own bathroom, as well as self-cultivated fields—"

He had prepared a lot of persuasive reasons and was going to show off his eloquent tongue, but when he got to this point, the eyes of the two people on the opposite side suddenly brightened, and they said in unison:

"field?"

"Bath alone?"

"..." Rufus paused, wondering if there was something wrong with the king of Sparta. The man in white thought it was very understandable to take a bath alone. Why did you get so excited when you heard Tiandi's excitement?

Hyacinthus was thinking, before he was still thinking about where Demeter and the others would live and farm after they came down. Isn’t that all settled?

Demeter has land to plant, isn't it worth enjoying?

Is there a problem with bright eyes?No.

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