Greek Mythology: Evolution from monitor lizards

Chapter 31 Gluttony, sleepiness and madness
"Ahhhhhhhh." Yang Qi didn't even feel Medea at all, he only had white flowers in full bloom in front of his eyes, and the sweetness blooming from his mouth.

"Stinky lizard! This is not for you to eat! This is what my sister planted hard, and it is a tribute to Hades!"

Medea was so angry that she jumped onto Yang Qi's faucet, knocking and hitting.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh." Yang Qi took another big gulp and swallowed it.

Not only did the hunger in his stomach not subside, but it became more and more vigorous.

"Stinky lizard! Smelly lizard! Stinky lizard!" Medea kicked Yang Qi's faucet frantically, yelling non-stop.

"elder sister."

In the distance, a calm and demure voice sounded.

A goddess in a dark robe came. She had long dark red hair and fell to the ground like a waterfall. Two blood crows were parked on her shoulders.The face is delicate and restrained, very beautiful, but not aggressive.The pupils are like flowing rainbows, emitting colorful rays of light.

"Cersi! Quick! Stop this smelly lizard, or he will eat up your pale flowers!" Medea shouted eagerly.

"Sister, can't use magic?" Circe came to the front, looked at Yang Qi who was devouring flowers madly, with a smile on his mouth.

"No! I'm afraid of hurting him! Come on, Circe, don't you know the techniques of sleep and awakening?"

Circe's voluminous robes covered her arms, and she didn't seem to move at all, but power poured out of her.

Circe's divine power turned into a purple thread and flew into Yang Qi's dragon eyes.

"..."

Yang Qi suddenly woke up.

Looking around, there is only one goddess with long red hair falling to the ground.

"younger sister!"

With a crisp shout, Pata, Medea jumped off Yang Qi's head and landed in Circe's arms.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm so worried. How did you raise such a greedy master?"

Medea's height is a full head shorter than Circe's, and being held by Circe, she doesn't look like a sister at all, but looks like a sister.

Being interrupted from the joy of eating, Yang Qi felt quite unhappy and wanted to explode, but it seemed that the flowers were not for him, so he had to hold back his anger.

The stomach is more hungry.

"Medea, is that the dragon you mentioned?" Circe hugged Medea, stepped forward, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for taking care of me along the way. Medea is very reckless, and I am always worried that she will die outside."

Circe's divine voice is as gentle as water, very nice.

"My sister is talking nonsense! How could I die?" Medea's small fist hit Circe's shoulder one after another.

Circe smiled, looked at Yang Qi and said, "Your size may not be able to hold the garden hut. Please rest here and allow me to prepare you some divine dew tea.

Her hair danced, and suddenly the door of the hut in the distance opened.

In the middle of the room was a dark table covered with dark green velvet, two boxes, one gold and one silver, and a complete set of tea sets.

Divine power gushed out from the tip of Circe's hair, and suddenly the table flew over and landed in front of him.

"please sit down."

Yang Qi sat at the table, and Circe and Medea also sat down.

Circe smiled, her hair seemed to be alive, and suddenly stretched out. She opened the gold box on the table, and the box was shining with dozens of drops of crystal clear dew.

The dew floated up and flew into the teapot.

The gods of Olympus generally do not eat mortal food, but drinking divine dew is enough.

"My good sister, do you still have so many god dews?" Medea opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at the god dews in the box.

"Who is as extravagant as my sister? The dew issued by the gods is not much in the underworld. My sister drank half of it as soon as I returned it, and drank it all in a few days. I won't lend it to you. It's for hospitality."

The tip of Circe's hair opened the silver box again, and there were a few dry flower stamens in it, exuding a strong fragrance.

She put the stamens into the tea set, wrapped the teapot with her red hair, shook it slightly in the air a few times, and then poured out three cups.

"The underworld is poor in resources, if you can appreciate it, it is my great honor."

Circe smiled and pushed the teacup in front of Yang Qi.

"Do you want to drink it?! If you don't drink it, I'll drink it!" Medea drank her cup long ago, stared at Yang Qi's cup eagerly, and stretched out her hand to grab it.

"Sister!" Circe's complexion changed, and the staff came out of nowhere, wrapped in her hair, and pressed against Medea's forehead, the staff buzzing.

"Hmph. The God of Law, Lord Themis once said that the testimony of the poorest mermaid has the same effect as the testimony of the greatest sea dragon, and should be examined fairly. But I think , the same cup of dried core dew tea, let the stupid lizard drink it, why don't you let me drink it." Medea said angrily.

"Sister!!" Circe smiled and shook her head. She looked at Yang Qi: "You came all the way with Medea, I'm afraid you already know her temper."

"En." Yang Qi sucked the tea in the cup into his mouth, and took a small sip, which was less than a drop for his huge self.

Divine power emerges from the stomach, and the mouth feels cool, the aftertaste is sweet, and the feeling of hunger disappears half in an instant.

"Another cup, please." Circe's hair curled up the teapot, and she poured another cup.

"Oh! It's really a waste!" Medea rested her cheeks, her face was full of displeasure, when she suddenly remembered something, her eyes sparkled.

"By the way, Lizard, take that out!"

Yang Qi said, "Which one?"

"That, oh, that's the one!" Medea jumped up and stomped her feet, "He! His body and head!"

"God's body and head?" In an instant, Circe's expression changed, she looked at Medea, "Sister, are you causing trouble again?"

"How could I cause trouble! I am the best magician in Olympus!" Medea cried, "Triton's body and head!"

"Triton!" Circe suddenly stood up, widening her beautiful eyes, pupils slightly dilated, "He is the eldest son of the sea god Poseidon and the sea queen Amphitrite, son of the ocean! Sister, did you kill him? "

"Is it that easy to kill Triton? The source of divine power has not been destroyed, he is still alive, and his head can speak." Medea shrugged and said lazily, "And I didn't kill it, it was this stinky lizard."

"You were able to cut off the head of Stunt Tong!" Circe stared at Yang Qi in amazement, "Terry is the third-level divine power of the lower god, and he has double halberds and ocean horns. He is powerful, how can you?"

Circe stared at Yang Qi: "Excuse me, can I check your god rank?

"Anything." Yang Qi replied.

Yang Qi conveniently inhaled the withered core dew tea in the tea cup into the dragon's mouth. In an instant, the cold and slightly sweet taste exploded, as if all the cells were cheering, and the divine power poured into the whole body again, and the hunger disappeared.

But eating enough is not enough.

For a long time, Yang Qi stopped eating when he was full.

But that seems to be the memory of being a human being, very long ago, and getting blurred day by day.

Now, every time Yang Qi eats, he has to eat until he is about to vomit to be satisfied.

"Roar!"

The three words of politeness, humility, and etiquette circled in Yang Qi's mind, and then they were thrown to the back of his mind. Yang Qi roared angrily, and all the dried core dew tea in the teapot flew into the dragon's mouth.

Supported.This time I was really overwhelmed.

In an instant, drowsiness came violently, Yang Qi was sleepy, and he could hardly hear the voices of Medea and Circe.

"Prudence, hypocrisy! Check if you want, why ask?" Medea called.

"Medea! It's very impolite to explore the source of divine power and rank of gods of other beings at will, which usually means hostility! How much trouble have you caused because of this?" Circe said.

"I don't care." Medea rolled her eyes.

"Offended." Circe nodded to Yang Qi, and then a purple light shone in his eyes, sweeping towards Yang Qi.

"You are not even a demigod, yet you have activated the source of divine power. It is incredible."

After a while, the light in Circe's eyes disappeared, "It turns out that what Medea said is true."

"I'll just say it!! You still don't believe it." Medea shook her head.

"It's no wonder that you were able to decapitate the stuntman." Circe laughed.

"Hey, I said I killed it!" Medea smiled triumphantly, "I yelled at Dayang, Poseidon must know me, he will hate me to death!"

"What?!" Circe stood up at once, and suddenly the divine light shone behind her, and her divine power surged. The source of her divine power emerged, and above the vast sea, a bright moon shone on the rough sea tide.

Looking carefully, Circe's source of divine power is also dilapidated, the ocean is turbid, churning with white foam, the moon is not bright, and it is covered with black spots, as if it is rotting.

"Sister, how could you do this!!" Circe grabbed Medea's hand, her face distorted with anger, "We are the daughters of prisoners who are strictly guarded, how can you offend Sea God and Orin like this? Pease?!"

"Haven't we suffered enough along the way?! Look at your source of divine power, and then look at mine! Our source of divine power has already collapsed, and Sea God wants to take our lives easily!"

"Death is not terrible, what is terrible is being alive. I don't know how much humiliation and pain I will suffer!"

In an instant, Circe's eyes were red, her face showed fear, sadness and tremors, she grabbed Medea fiercely, and said in a divine voice that was almost roaring.

Yang Qi saw Circe's hands, her two hands were tightly locked together by the golden thunder shackles, and the thunder shook in the air.

Her wrist was extremely black, as if it had been carbonized, and there were several places where the skin was torn apart, and the blood of the gods flowed continuously.

"No wonder she hid her hands in her clothes and poured tea for me with only her hair." Yang Qi thought to himself.

"Let me go!" In an instant, Medea's face was a bit hideous, "If you want to please the gods of Olympus, you go! I don't!"

"It doesn't matter how much they torture me, I'm already tired of all this! I hate Poseidon, I hate Hades, I hate Zeus, I hate all the Olympian gods!!"

"Lying that I killed Triton is the most correct thing I have ever done in my life. You don't know how happy I was at that moment?!"

"I'm just ruthless, I just hate that I didn't kill him myself, and then attacked Mount Olympus, asking Zeus, where did he hide our mother?!
"Mother..." Circe's body trembled when he heard this, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand.

"We are too weak, we can only do this, what else? Sister, we still have to live. I have already put on the Thunder Chains, and I can no longer bear the blame for you..."

"I don't want you to take the blame for me, even last time I didn't want you to suffer for me! It was you who kept it from me!"

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!" Medea was breathing heavily, her face was red and purple, she threw the staff on the ground viciously, and rushed out the door crying.

"Sister, sister! I didn't blame you, I just..."

"ah!!!"

Thunder instantly exploded from Circe's wrist, and she fell to the ground in pain.

"Yang Qi, please, please bring her back, she will go crazy when she thinks of her mother, and she doesn't know what she will do when she goes crazy, hurry up, get her back..."

After a while, Circe slowly raised her head. Her face was pale, and her whole body was surrounded by thunder and flames. She was trembling in pain, and said through gritted teeth.

"I'm so... so sleepy." Yang Qi staggered, only thinking in his mind.

(End of this chapter)