Godhead Steal [Comprehensive Lord Greece]

Ali Cumon didn't know how to describe his feeling when he opened his eyes and saw Apollo's golden hair.

Ali Kumon felt that his alarm system needed to be reconfigured.

The setting of not sending out an alarm if there is no malice is a bit unreliable, and it would be nice to hear and see it if one day someone gets fucked while falling asleep.

Spring was just coming to an end, and he thought that no one would come looking for him until at least there was no more lightning and thunder on the top of Mount Olympus.

He didn't expect Apollo to be even more impatient than Zeus.

Probably Apollo didn't feel it...

The moment Ali Kumon met Apollo's gaze, he looked away the next moment, and glanced at the three inches below the navel of the other party.

For the first time, the gods born from the light knew what it was like to stand on your back and feel a chill.

He thought of the scene he saw at the beginning of this spring, and suddenly his lower body ached.

No wonder Father God is so angry, he thought, but he still secretly felt a little happy—he had never had anything like Zeus, and he knew clearly that Alicumon had expressed his interest in him in front of Zeus before.

When Apollo thought about it, he felt that he had a lot of face.

"Sun God." Alikumeng was silent for a while, and finally called out to the gods who were silent with him in a soft voice.

Apollo pursed his lips, glanced at Paris who was being carefully protected by Alikumon, frowned slightly and then quickly let go, and nodded to Alikumon.

Feeling a little unhappy.

Alicumon noticed Apollo's emotions, and was slightly taken aback, remembering the rift between the city-state of Troy and Apollo.

"You..." As soon as he started talking, Ali Kumon stopped, and he looked at Apollo with some uncertainty, "Do you still mind Troy?"

Apollo raised his brows when he heard this, and looked at Alikumon who had started the conversation.

"I know something about your relationship with His Majesty Poseidon and Troy." Ali Kumon said frankly, "I really like this place."

"I'm very upset." Apollo pushed one leg up and looked at Alikumon with his hands on his face. "I know you like this place very much. I knew it from the first time you came here."

Ali Kumeng was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at the sun that was blocked by layers of branches and leaves.

It is well known that the gods of light and sun know everything.

Ali Kumeng looked back, and realized that everything he did might be seen by others, and he didn't know how to describe the feeling in his heart.

He won't casually pry into other people's secrets, and likewise he doesn't like others to know everything about him clearly.

Although Apollo couldn't see any clues in such a short period of time, it still made Ali Kumon feel a little uncomfortable.

In case a loophole was caught, Alikumeng would feel dizzy just thinking about it.

But he has no position and no qualification to say to Apollo, don't pry into my secret.

Because he was doing the same thing to Zeus.

Apollo was waiting for Alicumon's answer, but got only silence.

"Are you unhappy?" Apollo never left Ali Kumon's eyes. When Ali Kumon took his eyes back from the sun behind the layers of branches and leaves, he reached out and rubbed Ali Kumon's slightly frowning brows.

Ali Kumon was startled by the sudden touch, and hurriedly leaned back to avoid Apollo's hand.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became a little awkward.

The calm breath on Apollo's body suddenly became a little sluggish.

Ali Kumeng looked at the sun god who was expressionless but could faintly feel aggrieved, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

This is so abnormal.

But even though he thought it was abnormal, Alikumeng didn't take it to heart.

Alicumon knew that Apollo was interested in him in the same way as his father did to the unavailable.

So he doesn't care.

He just pursed his thin red lips, shook his head and said, "I'm not unhappy."

Apollo was a little displeased and depressed because of the other party's resistance to escape, but he never did anything else—even though he really wanted to hug Alikumon tightly and kiss him to become one with him.

With Daphne's lessons learned, Apollo has no confidence in his pursuit of the technology he loves.

Yue Pao is quite good at it, but he didn't just want to lure Alikumon into bed for a cannon.

He wants more.

This impulse and desire is not as crazy as when he pursued Daphne because he was hit by a golden arrow.

It came out of nowhere but naturally.

Love is probably such a thing, the sun god thought so.

He looked at Ali Kumon, and felt that this god, even with a frown, was much more beautiful than those gods and fairies who ranked among the most beautiful on Mount Olympus.

In his eyes, no god is more gentle and pure than Ali Cumon.

You know, in Olympus, where even the elves and fairies have no morals other than virgin goddesses and virgin gods, finding a god who has never talked to anyone is better than finding a needle in a haystack Still difficult.

This is the only place where Apollo thanked the sharp-tongued outsider who occupied Alicumon's body.

He's happy about that.

Even if they have no concept of chastity, it is still a happy thing to be able to completely get the one they love.

It's just that Alikumon's attitude is a bit wrong now.

Apollo thought he would be happy to come, but Alicumon actually resisted.

This made Sun God feel a little frustrated.

Except from Daphne, he had hardly tasted it.

But Apollo was not the type to give up easily.

When living too long the gods know that the power of time is enough to change a person or even a god.

Apollo felt that this kind of deity, who was so gentle that he could hardly feel the slightest attack, was the most suitable one.

Ali Kumon fiddled with Paris' messy brown hair, looked at the child's trembling eyelids, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Ali Cumont continued to enjoy the afternoon sun for two hours without debunking Paris's sleeping performance, which could be easily seen through.

Compared with the non-raiders around him, he prefers to enjoy the wonderful taste of the sun shining on his body, warming his body and heart.

The Sun God, who had never tasted this kind of cold reception, pursed his lips, and then pursed his lips again, without even getting a single look from Ali Kumon.

Apollo felt more and more wronged.

After thinking for a while, he dug out the lyre that his brother Hermes had given him, and plucked the strings.

Alikumeng finally looked sideways, and his eyes fell on the beautiful and delicate lyre in his hand.

"A lyre?"

"I haven't given it a name yet." Apollo replied, "Hermes made it, and the sound is very good."

Hearing this, Ali Kumeng thought of Apollo's excellent musical talent, and when he looked at him again, his eyes were filled with anticipation.

The sun is warm and the weather is just right, but there is a lack of good music to enjoy.

Apollo got the attention, and finally smiled with satisfaction, and touched the strings with his fingers.

Wonderful music flows from the small garden, blending with the blooming flowers, bringing the most beautiful scenery to the ears of the listeners.

Apollo's musical talent is beyond reproach.

Ali Kumeng squinted his eyes comfortably, thinking that such a part-time job with such treatment was at the imperial level.

He listened quietly, his body relaxed, and he woke up suddenly.

Ali Kumon saw that he had used his entire spring body to push away Paris in his arms.

The child fell to the ground unprepared, and stared at the god who suddenly became no longer friendly with his eyes wide open.

The Sun God's music stopped abruptly. He looked up at the "outsider" who had robbed Ali Kumon's body again, and his fingers that were hooking the strings tightened violently, breaking the strings.

Disgust and irritability appeared on his peaceful and peaceful face. After coldly looking at the god who had become another person again, he turned and left the small garden that was no longer peaceful.

The god who withdrew from the illusion glanced at Paris, whose eyes were wide open and tears were rolling in his eyes, sneered contemptuously, and dropped the child who had broken his palms and knees, without looking back. gone.

Paris gritted his teeth and looked at the god's back, holding back the tears in his eyes, got up and wiped the blood oozing from the wound, and turned to look at his father who happened to come over.

Paris looked down at the wound on his palm, "They're gone, Father."

King Troy looked at the child he devoted himself to raising with complicated eyes, and took a deep breath thinking of the prophecy told by his daughter this morning.

His daughter is a prophet. The people in the city-state cannot understand the prophets who master the world and know the future. They only think that they are crazy visionaries.

But he can't think so.

Everything his daughter said has become a reality.

Paris would set Troy on fire.

The King of Troy stretched out his hand, and it was rare for him to let go of his stern expression, revealing the gentleness that had been hidden all along.

Paris stared blankly at his father, and rubbed his palm unconsciously.

King Troy looked at his child with pity, but what he said made Paris feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"—you must leave Troy, Paris."

☆、Temple of Apollo

Paris stared blankly at his father with disbelief on his face.

"You have to go." King Troy took his child into his arms.

His daughter made a prophecy when Paris was just born, and at that time he and his wife did not follow their daughter's advice because they loved their youngest son.

And today his daughter reminds him once again that Paris will bring the flames of destruction to Troy.

The King of Troy knew how good he was, a precocious child with a clear mind, and he trained Paris as his successor. At this time, he felt no less regret and sadness than Paris.

But he couldn't bring down the whole city of Troy just for the happiness of his own family.

It was with great difficulty that he restored Troy to its original appearance again. No matter what the reason was, he didn't want to ruin it all.

"Why?" Paris looked at his father sadly.

"Your sister is a prophet." King Troy hugged Paris, carefully avoiding his wounds, "She saw some future when you were born—not a good future."

Guess you can also know that this future is definitely not good.

They're going to drive him away, Paris thought.

"..." He pursed his lips and stretched out his arms to hug his father's neck. This kind of intimate gesture rarely appeared between father and son. Paris held his father's collar tightly, lowered his head and cried Eye sockets swirled.

He knew that his father had made up his mind, and that his resistance would have no result.

I have to leave Troy to live alone, and cannot approach or enter Troy until the alarm is lifted.

——And this time may be a lifetime.

Through the vision of the host, Ali Kumon saw the scars on Paris's body on the ground, and frowned slightly.

He likes this kid who is quiet and can detect his emotional changes from his lacking expression.

He also knew that Paris liked staying with him quite a lot--the child rarely resisted his father's arrangement, except for the fact that he would come to the small garden for a while after the unshakable lunch every day.

Originally, this time should be his regular rest time every day, but he is more willing to spend listening to Ali Kumon tell stories.

His father would resort to some punishment methods every day to stop his behavior, but even so, Paris never missed a single day.

Not even the rain could stop Paris from sneaking into the cabin that Ali Cumont never locked.

Ali Kumon doesn't mind that this little guy will suddenly break into the small wooden house where he lives temporarily. Children are the most transparent and purest existences in the world. Unguarded.

Of course, if it was the God of Cupid on Mount Olympus who was jumping behind his mother's buttocks with a golden arrow, Ali Kumon would still be quite on guard.

"You like that child very much?" the host asked suddenly.

Ali Kumeng squinted his eyes, and was a little uncertain about the meaning of the host for a while, but finally he just responded ambiguously: "En?"

"I know you like that child very much." The god who lost his name walked on the green and soft lawn, closed his eyes and faced the sun, "You are always more kind to humans."

Ali Kumon shook his head—although he knew the host couldn't see it.

He didn't feel how kind he was to his former kind. In this year, the two slaps of human beings killed by the host through his hands are beyond count.

Mostly because of a small offense, the angry gods punished them with death.

If he was really kind, he shouldn't have done anything to humans at all.

"I thought immobilizing the cubs was the default rule." Ali Kumon explained coldly, his program had written protection regulations and rules for young creatures, and these hosts knew about them.

"Hey——" the host snorted coldly, "So you are an outsider."

Ali Kumeng fell silent when he heard the words.

Indeed, even though he has forgotten a lot of things, some of the forced written content in his program and his remaining conscience and emotion are somewhat incompatible with this world.

For example, a raging god can easily destroy a person, a city, or even the entire human race, but Alikumon has repeatedly diverted the host's anger from the target when the god is angry.

It's okay to do this kind of thing once or twice, but if you do it too often, you will always be discovered.

What's more, there are not many times when the sharp and violent gods clamored to massacre the city-but not a single city-state fell into a dead gray.

The host is just not smart, not stupid.

He soon discovered Ali Kumon's unconscious protection of human beings.

But he didn't care much before, but the current situation makes the god who lost his name have to care a little bit.

But when I thought about my experience in the environment before being awakened by the sound of the sun god's zither, I felt that it didn't matter if I disappeared immediately.

The host paused slightly, and asked, "When will you do what you promised me?"

Alikumeng didn't intend to talk to him at first, but after hearing this sentence, he finally came back to his senses, and said sarcastically, "As long as you stay safe and don't make trouble."

Hearing this, the host lowered his head to look at his hands, then raised his head to look at Olympus, which was shrouded in shadow and lightning.

After a little hesitation, he finally turned around and went back to Troy.

After the sun god left the small garden with Alicumon, he ran to the city of Troy, where he belonged to the temple.

He had conflicts with the previous King of Troy, but the current King of Troy still built a temple for him—probably to please the atonement.

It’s just that after wandering all over Troy, he didn’t see Poseidon’s temple. Apollo felt that Poseidon had done too much before, so that the Trojans didn’t even want to do a hypocritical face project.

Apollo looked at his almost luxurious temple, and finally turned and entered the inner hall prepared for the arrival of the gods.

The best things are always prepared here. Even though there are so many temples in the world, not all temples have gods who will come, but devout humans will take care of everything carefully to prevent the gods from really coming. Time to prepare hastily.

Apollo remembered that he had been to this temple, because there still remained his divine power.

The Sun God put the lyre in his hand aside, and looked back at the girl who walked into the inner hall at some point.

That was his priest, and the prophet's daughter of King Troy.

The girl looked quite delicate and pretty, but there was a look of pain on her face.

When he saw Apollo, he didn't see the ecstasy of the god he served, but knelt down on the ground, weeping.

"I implore you to withdraw your divine power, noble God of Light," said the priest, his face full of pain. "I would rather have Troy destroyed, than see my brother separated from our family because of the future I see."

Apollo looked at the girl in front of him indifferently, thought for a while, walked over and reached out to hold her face up.

What came into contact with was slightly wet, and the tears of the priestess sprinkled on the hands of the sun god, but the god did not feel the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"I never..." Apollo paused slightly as he spoke, and looked up at the Goddess of Spring Flower standing in the main hall looking towards the inner hall with the door wide open.

The other party was not the one he liked, and at this time the second-class god was looking at him with a sarcastic and gloating look, and then turned around between him and the priestess.

Apollo thought of what Ali Cumon had unintentionally revealed, that he might know everything that the god had experienced and seen, and his face suddenly sank.

The god who lost his name smiled at him, turned his head and left the temple.

"Answer me a question." Apollo turned to ask the priestess.

The priestess wiped away the rolling tears, "Please speak, revered God of Light."

Apollo pointed to the back of the god, with a slightly tangled expression on his face: "Should I chase after him, or not?"

The priestess froze for a moment.

"I can withdraw my divine power and continue to protect Troy." Apollo said, and then paused, "Do you think I should chase or not?"

The priestess thought of the intimate behavior of Paris and the god he had seen these days. He knew that the god was a very gentle person, and the price offered by Apollo was indeed enough to make her heart move.

So she pursed her lips slightly, then nodded firmly.

"Chase!"

Apollo patted the face of the priestess with satisfaction, turned around and rushed out.

☆, spring will pass

For the first time, Ali Kumon didn't take the initiative to ask for control of the body, and the host gave up the body.

The god who lost his name seemed to have suddenly figured out something, and became purposeful and reckless.

He is bolder than before.

Standing on the seashore where he first met Paris, Ali Kumon felt the sea breeze blowing in a daze.

The sound of people at the pier next to a small canyon is buzzing, and the reverberating cool wind passes through the canyon and falls into the ears, as far away as a world away.

Ali Kumon suddenly didn't understand what the host wanted to do when he came here suddenly after meeting Apollo and offered his body to him.

But he didn't intend to ask - at least he needed to maintain an absolutely strong posture in front of the god whose body was about to be taken away by him.

He must be omniscient and omnipotent.

"Apollo is not much better than Zeus." The host said suddenly, in an almost sour tone.

After he was dragged into the illusion, it was not that he didn't realize that it was an illusion, but he was still addicted to it.

The feeling of being treated wholeheartedly by someone who has always been unable to ask for it is really ecstasy, and I don't want to wake up.

The Zeus in the illusion is almost the same as the real one. He is tall and handsome, majestic and upright, but he shows tenderness to him alone. This feeling of doting on one person is enough to fascinate anyone.

What's more, Zeus, who has become an obsession in his heart, treats him like this.

The god who lost his name was almost drunk to death in the dream woven by Ali Kumon, and it didn't matter to him even thinking about ending everything here.

But as soon as this kind of thought arose, he was awakened by the sound of the piano that went straight to the soul, dragging him out of the illusion that he was willing to die drunk.

In short, he was not happy that Apollo woke him up.

He was not happy, so Apollo couldn't be at ease.

The god who lost his name originally wanted to go back, but found that the connection between his soul and the godhead was not as close as before.

This made him uneasy.

"Well, I know." Ali Kumon nodded, and found that it seemed that no one seemed to like Apollo recently.

But he didn't intend to explain anything. After all, he couldn't really pursue Zeus after he got the body. Compared to being misunderstood and falling in love with Zeus, it is obviously better to be believed to love Apollo.

Ali Kumon stayed in place for a while, until the sea breeze made him a little cold, shrunk his neck, turned around and prepared to go back to the small garden.

The best thing about the gods is that if they do something wrong, just put on a natural and natural expression, and the human beings will silently retreat, thinking that this happened for granted.

-Gods don't make mistakes.

So he doesn't have to worry about what Paris and King Troy will ask him.

Spring is coming to an end, and even though Zeus is still angry, he has to report to the Lord God who is about to go to Hades.

Alicumon felt that after staying in Troy for so long, he had to say goodbye to Paris and his father no matter what.

After a short break this season, it's time for him to really play.

He has tightly grasped Zeus's attention, and if he doesn't choose the power of the system that may have sequelae, he can only rely on his own acting skills.

Thinking of this, Ali Kumon rubbed his chin. Zeus and Apollo felt that he and the host were two people, so they gave him a big step forward. The same personality as the host, now that I think about it, I don't need it at all.

"You know?" The host sneered, he was in a bad mood, and immediately taunted: "Are you no better than me? What about one-on-one..."

Although Alikumon had a good temper, this kind of targeted ridicule still sounded a little uncomfortable-especially when the person who made the ridicule was someone he didn't like very much.

"At least now Apollo is pursuing me, but you can't even get a good face from Zeus." He sarcastically sarcastically.

After finishing speaking, he paused again, feeling that his style of arguing with the host had been lowered to the same level as him, so he didn't want to talk immediately.

He didn't say anything, but it didn't mean that the gods didn't say anything.

The gods who lost their names were like cats whose tails had been stepped on, with fur all over their bodies and growling, but they were all blocked out because Alikumeng didn't want to hear it.

It was just unexpected that the gods did not take back control of the body because of anger.

Ali Kumeng paused slightly, and frowned slightly.

You know, it is not good news that impulsive gods have learned to tolerate such things.

"So angry?" Alikumeng straightened his curly blond hair indifferently, and asked indifferently, "I thought you would just run out."

"..." The god who lost his name paused slightly, lowered his eyes to take back the wavering in his eyes, and pursed his lips, "I'm waiting for you to do what you said."

Ali Kumon, who didn't get an answer, was a little uneasy. He frowned and glanced at the fork in front of him. After thinking about it, he still walked to the original destination.

This time it was the host's turn to be surprised.

"The road to the temple is the other side," he said.

"Huh?" Ali Kumeng was taken aback, "Why should I go to the temple?"

"Apollo is in the temple with that priestess!" The voice of the host raised a little, full of disbelief, "Why don't you go there?!"

Ali Kumon was puzzled, "Why should I go there?"

"Don't you like Apollo!"

According to the god's logic, Ali Kumon should have rushed into the temple and directly tore up the priestess to snatch Apollo back.

Human beings, even if the gods personally appoint priests, are vulnerable in front of the real gods.

The divine power of the Flower God of Spring has no offensive power, and the god who has lost his name does not have blood that does not match his divine power and post—even though the resentment accumulated in his hands is deep.

But unlike him, this outsider lodged on him has the power to easily kill a human being.

Even... the god who lost his name became more and more silent, and he felt that it was not impossible for this person to easily kill a god.

Just thinking about this possibility made the gods feel chills all over.

After coming out of the illusion that made him completely addicted to it, he felt a chill to the thoughts that had arisen in his heart. If he really gave up the idea of ​​leaving, with so long experience, Ali Kumon would definitely Directly acquiesced that he accepted such a time and completed the transaction.

—The deal that made Zeus his own.

It was too easy for Ali Kumon to kill him. It was the first time that the god who had lost his name felt how powerful the other party was so deeply since he met Ali Kumon.

His soul has already been traumatized just by thinking about it. If the idea of ​​drowning to death really becomes complete... the gods hardly dare to imagine the consequences.

The rough outline in the past now has a clear concept, which makes him shudder when he touches it even slightly.

He didn't know why Ali Kumon didn't just take his body away and chose this way, but he knew that from the first step of his trade with Ali Kumon, he had been caught in the other side's weaving a little bit in the net.

He cannot escape.

Even if Ali Kumon let him go, he probably couldn't face the anger from the sun god either.

"I like Apollo..." Ali Kumeng was noncommittal, Apollo's signal had already appeared in his detection range, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "But now he is pursuing me."

The god who lost his name was taken aback by his confident look, and finally snorted angrily and stopped talking.

Ali Kumon felt Apollo's approach, and his footsteps did not stop.

He walked towards the small garden unhurriedly, but the hurried steps behind him became a little hesitant after getting closer.

Ali Kumon also did not stop. He returned to the small garden and did not see Paris and his son.

Thinking of the previous behavior of the host, he was not too surprised, turned around and walked towards the place where King Troy lived.

His gentle image was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the residents around the small garden surrounded him enthusiastically, telling him what he had just seen, and by the way, stuffed all the things in their hands, which they thought they could take out, into Alikoumeng's arms inside.

Ali Kumeng did not refuse, he knew that this was the expression of the love of these residents for him, and it could also be regarded as a tribute to his protection of the town.

Ali Kumon had no temple, which also prevented the king of Troy from building a temple for him.

Not only because he only stayed in Troy for a short time, but also because once the temple was built, the power of human belief would make the host's soul and godhood stronger.

Just like the sound of Apollo’s zither helped to strengthen the soul — Alikumon felt a little depressed thinking about it. Apollo’s original intention was probably to help him stabilize the fusion of soul and body, but unfortunately, the body is not his. , what Apollo really helped was the host, not Ali Kumon.

But knowing that the other party had good intentions, Ali Kumeng didn't feel very angry.

He held all kinds of things in his arms that could hardly be piled up, greeted the residents with a gentle smile, and continued to walk towards the residence of King Troy.

Apollo looked at the gods who were surrounded and left, and thought of the horror and resentment in his priest's eyes when he saw him, he couldn't help pursing his lips, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Regardless of whether it was Troy's previous generation or this generation, Apollo didn't think he was at fault, let alone the previous generation, he hardly took the initiative to intervene in punishment except for standing idly by.

The sun god thought he was merciful enough.

But even though he had a temple in Troy, he was not loved by the Trojans.

Thinking of this, Apollo didn't hesitate anymore, strode to catch up with Alikumon, and pulled him into his arms.

The figure of the sun god is carved in the temple to accept people's worship, which is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

As soon as he appeared, the surrounding Trojans scattered like a frightened flock of sheep, and walked away from Alikumon in a whisper.

The wrinkles between Apollo's brows deepened, and he looked down at the unprecious but full of heart in Ali Kumeng's arms. He was inexplicably irritable, and he stretched out his hand and threw all the things on the ground.

Alikumeng was startled, and hurriedly stopped him, "The sun..."

Apollo became even more irritable. He clasped the back of Alikumon's neck and lowered his head to touch his forehead. "It's called Apollo."

Alikumeng was stunned, blinked, "...Apollo."

"En." Sun God nodded, and slightly relaxed the person in his arms.

"What are you angry about?" Alikumon asked, bending down to pick up the things that had been knocked off by Apollo before, and wiped off the dust.

"..." Apollo pursed his lips, he was really embarrassed to say that he felt a little disgusted by the treatment Ali Kumon received.

Obviously the main god is the most honorable, why is Ali Kumeng more popular than him.

Most importantly, why is Ali Kumon's attitude towards those humans better than his attitude! ?

Ali Kumon picked up all the things, and looked at Apollo who turned his face for a while, "Tell me?"

Apollo didn't answer him, "Are you going to find King Troy?"

"En." Ali Kumon nodded.

"My priest predicted the future, and Paris will be sent away." Apollo told Ali Kumon, he was relieved that the other party didn't ask any further questions, and immediately felt more liking.

"Send it away..." Ali Kumeng replied, not paying much attention to it, his mind was still full of why Apollo suddenly exploded.

It was obviously doing well before.

"Well, probably never come back."

Alikumon didn't listen to Apollo's words, but read all the things about Apollo that happened in the program that he hadn't seen, and finally his face was full of enlightenment.

The mind of the gods is too easy to guess.

"Apollo, you are not unhappy because of the treatment you have received, are you?" Ali Cumon rolled his eyes with a smile.

Apollo wanted to get angry, but when he saw Alikumon's gentle smile, his anger suddenly withered, he clicked his tongue, and kept silent.

"It's okay for you to face them with a slightly gentler attitude." Alikumeng blinked, approached Apollo and smiled, "How about it? Do you want to try?"

"Try what?" Apollo turned his head and grabbed Alikumon's arm, "Follow me back to Olympus."

"Let's start with Troy." Ali Kumon said to himself, standing still, "I like this place very much, it is peaceful and peaceful."

——Very suitable for old age and waiting to die.

Apollo's movements stopped.

He felt that the atmosphere of this small town was very consistent with the feeling of the person in front of him. Although the previous king of Troy had offended him, Poseidon had already punished him and had been enshrined for so many years. I don't have any special thoughts other than a bad impression and not liking it very much.

"You want me to protect Troy?" Apollo asked with raised eyebrows.

"Aren't you willing?" Alikumeng asked back.

"Of course." Apollo had a smile on his face, and leaned forward slightly to embrace the god who was shorter than him, "But you kiss me first."

Ali Kumon choked, watching Apollo's face getting closer and closer in a daze.

"..."

Apollo seems to want to try the taste that made Zeus irritable all spring, Alicumon thought.

Swipe down.

Apollo froze for a moment, and immediately restrained his movements, only stretching out his face.

"Kiss."

Gee.

Ali Kumon looked back with regret.

☆, bless

In the end, Ali Kumon still did not betray his integrity.

It was rare for him to restrain his gentle and cute look, and looked at the sun god with a half-smile, until he saw Apollo who was waiting for the other party to kiss him.

Seeing Apollo's mood,