818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Prosser's palm slapped on his face, and he kept muttering, and Hades listened attentively.

Prosser: "It's a foul!"

Hades: "..."

Prosser has the least resistance to a man like Hades who suits his appetite in every way.

If you really can't understand, then take a look at the smiling Hades!

The long black hair was not tied up, but loosely scattered behind him.The robe of the same color wrapped the healthy body of an adult man, without any accessories, but such a simple attire made his shoulders broad, his legs long, and his waist slender.

Such a proportioned figure is a plus point in Proser's eyes.

Another outstanding feature is the pale to bloodless skin, which lacks pigment as if it would leave marks as long as it is kissed.

In the end is the point.

That majestic and stern face is actually too handsome.

The thin and light-colored lips were slightly raised, and the deep eyes curved softly, putting away the aggressive aura, he was just a handsome man.

But the aura of being in a superior position all year round has faintly changed his facial features. No matter how soft he is, he still looks like a cold and lonely eagle in the dark night, solitary and independent, exuding a strength that is arrogant and arrogant.

So when Prosser saw Hades smiling, it was as if he saw a mighty and majestic eagle suddenly make a movement like a lark.

Both cute and heart-melting.

Prosser covered his face and kept murmuring, even though Hades had stopped smiling and looked at him with an inexplicable expression, he didn't intend to stop.

Prosser: "I didn't expect you to be so cunning!" He suddenly looked up at Hades, frowning in displeasure, "You just make me want to be a little out of line."

Hades lowered his gaze silently.

Prosser rubbed both sides of his nose with a headache, "Because I want to care about you, who made me like you, and I am happy to pamper you."

Hades: "..."

Prosser squinted at him, "Do you have objections? Huh?" The ending sounded dangerously high.

Hades, who was persecuted like this, seemed to have an illusion of grievance on his expressionless face, and he said lightly, "It's up to you."

Prosser: "Hmph, what else can you do if you don't just let me go? Stupid Pluto!"

Hades: "..."

Prosser has been getting more and more rude to me recently, Hades thought, and the reason is also because of the one he understands?

Prosser: "Don't think about it, I'm rude to you because I also have a headache."

Hades: "Because of what?" About Hypnos?

Although Pluto always looks unreasonable, in fact, he takes the affairs of his subordinates very seriously.

Knowing this, Prosser liked his duplicity even more.

Prosser slapped the table in trouble, "I want to go to the earth!"

Hades looked at him: "You can go now."

If it is said that the Spring God who just entered the underworld is still threatened by God King Zeus, but now that Proser has become the Lord God of Spring, even if he goes to the earth, God King Zeus would not dare to say anything to him.

In the past few years, Prosser has basically come and gone freely on the ground.

So why is he so hesitant today?

Hades thought strangely, what other accidents that I don't know will bother Spring God?

Prosser said now: "But it's lack of fun!"

Hades: "...Huh?" He looked at him speechlessly.

Recalling himself after coming to this world, Prosser found that he was living a life completely different from the principle.

Not to mention working hard every day, even the occasional bad taste has already been tested on those few people.

He now desperately needs new resources, new fun, and it's all on the ground!

Hades thought for a while, then repeated calmly, "You can go."

"That's it, let's talk later, Hades!"

Proser slapped the table with great energy, said goodbye casually, and ran out the door. From visual inspection, he seemed to be planning to go to the earth now.

"..." Hades looked at the two gold cups on the table, stood up, and according to the itinerary, he should go for a walk in the Flower Valley of Spring God.

Such a lively and comfortable Proser is really different from the beginning.

Hades thought of the God of Spring whose every smile seemed to be made on purpose.

"What a difference."

Prosser still doesn't know that his past cover-up is so clear in Pluto's eyes. He is not as eager as he was in front of Hades. He almost walked out of Pluto's room and turned to find Ai. Argos.

"You mean something about faith?"

Aiagos raised his head from the delicious fruit, the corner of his mouth was still stained with watermelon juice.

Now that there are flower spirits in the underworld, the three judges have benefited the most. Didn't they all have their lunch break now?

Prosser hummed expressionlessly, "It seems that the gods on the earth think that our underworld does not need the faith on the earth."

Aiagos wiped off the juice from his mouth and frowned, "We really don't need it, but the guys from the Olympus pantheon think too well, thinking that if we don't inform us, we will acquiesce to this result?"

"You told Hades all the complaints?" Prosser raised his brows high, and his tall height just covered the sitting Aiagos.

Looking up at the scorched earth of Proser's vision in this way, Aiagos said to Alexander.

"Uh... not just me, but other people's!"

he said hastily.

Prosser: "So you all did it?"

Aiagos: "Yes! Please be lightly punished!"

"There is really nothing I can do about you..." Prosser sighed very much like the master of the underworld: "Then you tell them, don't be impatient, I will solve this matter, and before I come back from the earth, don't worry about it." Go trouble Hades again."

Ayagos blinked blankly, "What are you going to do again?"

Prosser: "Do some ordinary things, but you are still the same here, nothing has changed."

Aiagos followed Prosser's line of sight, and saw that on every hilltop of the Labor Hell reformed a few years ago, there was a sinner pushing a boulder to the top of the hill.

Then when they think they can rest, the stone will roll back to the original point, and all the efforts will start all over again.

"That's right, this is a hell for lazy people..." Aiagos threw a red fruit into his mouth, the sweet and sour taste made his voice ambiguous, "It's just to let them Working non-stop is a punishment."

Prosser said casually: "That's right, then I'll go first, please inform Minos for me, during my absence, help me deal with the new flower spirit in the field of truth."

Ayagos raised his hand to indicate that there was no problem.

Prosser smiled, turned his head and left, but stopped when he was about to reach Charon's boat, and looked in one direction with a playful expression.

He thought, "It will be easier to do things if you take that away."

The goddess of justice, Themis, who was contemplating in her temple, shuddered for no reason.

The land in summer fully reveals the beauty of sports girls, full of vitality everywhere.

Most of the flowers fall off in spring, but the lush green leaves form shade after shade, and the light from the shadows of the trees is scattered and scattered, sprinkled on the small animals that are active during the day.

The irregular rays of light are like broken gold nuggets, becoming the gift of summer to the earth.

But those who pick this gift are the people living on the earth.

In Athens, people here devoutly believe in Athena, not only the profound wisdom of the goddess, but also the credit of the olive tree she presented.

Olives are now embedded in the door-to-door life, and there is no shortage of praises for olives in Athens.

The destination of Proser's trip this time is a believer of light living in Athens. His name is Mamun.

"Boom boom boom——"

He came to a white house and gently knocked on the door of the room.

If you want to open the door of a light believer, three knocks on the door are the most accurate. This comes from the will of the God of Light, and let the believer obey it as the will of life.

Mamon opened the door carefully in the house, and he was even more timid when he saw the person covered by the white cloak.

"excuse me, you are?"

Prosser raised his head, exposing the entire face that the Illuminati believed to be the beginning of light, and he smiled softly, "I've come to see you, my child."

"Ha!" Mamon couldn't help exclaiming when he saw the face of the god, his legs trembled, and he almost knelt on the ground to express his piety.

Prosser stopped him, "My child, please don't let your knees bow down, the purpose of my coming here is to solve your pain, any praise, please let me make you feel the mercy of the light again Pray again."

Mamon pressed his heart in emotion, "Oh, my lord!"

He stepped aside and let Prosser go in.

The God of Light, who had never gained faith as the God of Spring on earth, took a last look at the bustling streets and alleys of Athens, and the shadows blocked the corners of his raised mouth.