The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

Under the moonlight, the pendant inlaid with rare jewels seems to be shining brightly.

Such light.

Not as good as the parted lips of Katniss from the king, that kind of crystal thread shone in her heart.

"Medea."

The silver-haired Atalanta by her side stretched her graceful body curves like a cat.

She picked and wiped the hook silk from the corner of her mouth, and pushed it into her lips, savoring the taste of the young virtuous king carefully.

"The prey will not take the initiative to come to the door."

Between the brows and eyes, the waves of eyes flowed, charming and alluring.

Seeing the happy expressions of the sisters, never seen before, the little witch was slightly absent-minded.

The hunter's princess threw away her flimsy nightgown and pushed open the door of the bedroom.

"Katniss, you're the ass pusher!"

The little witch Medea stood like a wooden stake at the door of the bedroom.

Next to her is the library where she usually rests, but no matter where it is in the palace, it is trembling at this moment.

So I want to, as always, listen to the corner?

Indulging in the familiar darkness, the night that should have made Medea feel at ease, at this moment, it made her heart beat so uneasy.

When did it start?

Was it when you saw her smile in the banquet hall?

Was it when he taught magic tricks, when he caught a glimpse of his profile?

Was it when he was on the city wall, staring at his figure like a god descending into the world?

Or every night, when you feel the shock on the wall and imagine the bumps in your heart?

Even at that time, I kept finding reasons to deceive myself and others.

But now, reviewing the memories of the past eight months, Medea understood——she really fell in love with His Royal Highness Kratos.

However, she shouldn't fall in love with His Royal Highness Kratos.

She was unwilling and did not dare to share favor with her sisters.

Even if she is willing to join in, she doesn't know how to adapt to such a chaotic way of getting along

She has watched several developer conferences at close range, those glimpses, the cream dripping from the puffs, just thinking about being in it, she felt so ashamed that she felt like she was about to burn.

What she actually hoped for was to monopolize it.

She refused, lying there as a neglected pillow.

Thinking about it carefully, Medea felt that she was quite ridiculous.

The sisters who are stronger than her, Caenis and Atalanta, whose strength is far beyond her, can accept this form of affection.

On the contrary, she is a little witch, she is so hypocritical, she is a little ignorant, but she is actually afraid.

She is more afraid of herself, and will be valued by His Royal Highness Kratos.

Because her heart obviously belongs to

Jason

"The prey will not take the initiative to find the door"

click-

The movement of the hands interprets the instinctive choice more quickly than the speed of nervous thinking.

The little witch tore off the necklace on her chest abruptly, held it tightly in her palm, and after a while, she clicked it and threw it on the ground.

She let out a deep, deep breath.

as if to put those disturbances

emptied out of her thoughts, those turbulent thoughts, the curse that Eros had poured into her soul—

No longer, the person whom the arrow of love made her fall in love with.

She chose the person that the arrow of her heart pierced through.

Under the gaze of the moonlight.

Medea raised her hand.

Then he pushed it straight open, and the door of the bedroom——

If you want to confess, then let's talk about it after tonight.

"Step aside!"

She loudly, firmly, sonorously

Sent, own announcement——

"Your Highness, it's mine!"

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It turned out that today, I was going to sharpen a big knife.

But, Le, Uncle has written a lot of side stories, and his head is full of witches and developer conferences, and his emotions can't be changed.

Died in the harem, killing a sister to testify?Thinking like this, I went to face the wall——uncle always only writes happy endings, if he dies, the one who dies is also a tree. Well, uncle has always loved him crazily.

I can't go on like this, just wait in the group, and I'll finish the episode tonight.

Chapter 23 "Brothers" (1W6)

Gentle waves beat on the shore layer by layer.

The early morning sunlight in Sparta slowly poured in through the window grille, coating the messy bedroom with a layer of brilliant and bright colors.

Caenis, Atalanta, and Medea.

Three plump, wild, or shy beauties, all in unsightly postures, slept sweetly and soundly on the spacious big bed.

From the corners of the girls' sandal mouths, there was a crystal thread of saliva hanging.The original factory-new outfits on her body were all messy, full of various imaginative battle damage, and there were still traces of bright red on the tender skin.

Leaning on the soft back pillow, the black-haired boy sat in the middle of the octopus-like hugs of the girls, stroking their soft hair, with a faint smile on his face.

In the gradually indifferent heart room, a burst of full joy rose up rarely.

But like poison, it paralyzed Su Shu's heart.

"I want to live in peace, not only for the hatred I bear, but also for you who I have fettered.

"If I spend a few more years like this, maybe I will really be nostalgic and addicted, and unable to extricate myself?

"Too bad I can't stop."

The voice whispered to himself.

The boy's eyes slowly glanced at the peaceful and peaceful sleeping faces of the girls.

Katniss was always the best sleeper because she tended to be the one with the most physical exertion.

Atalanta hugged the wet and sticky pillow tightly, curled up into a ball, sniffing the reassuring smell, and seemed to be murmuring something in her sleep about the goddess being sorry.

The little witch Medea raised her mouth slightly, rubbing her white fingertips, wondering what sweet dreams she was having—as a newcomer to the developer conference for the first time, she was also the one who received the most care last night.

How wonderful it would be to hope that time would be frozen at this moment.

The young virtuous king lowered his eyelids.

Unfortunately, Su Shu couldn't stop.

If he spends a few more years like this, perhaps his pain will be healed, and he will be reluctant to abandon everything for revenge.

But it can only be him, only Su Shu.

He didn't want to repeat the fate of Kratos, so he could only continue to advance on the Shura Road, so powerful that Olympus would tremble under his sword.

Putting on the messy white robe, Su Shu gently broke free from their embrace, stepped on the slightly warm ground of the dormitory, and walked all the way to the garden full of flowers.

The blazing sun hangs high, and all things grow.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the city-state he ruled. Surrounding the towering gate of hell, Sparta has been managed as an iron wall of the Greek land.

Thousands of people pour in every day, and there are endless ships and flourishing trade every day.

Everything in Sparta is developing so prosperously.

But not enough.

Su Shu stretched his five fingers slightly.

The air was backlogged by his palm, and there was a burst of screams and explosions.

He doesn't even know how strong his current strength limit is, because the panel of muscle strength has already reached the limit of being a human being.

The limit - he hasn't used his full strength for a long time.

And

"Aatrox, you've noticed it too."

Silently asked.

The hoarse voice slowly rippled in Su Shu's heart.

"Ah, that's right, your improvement speed is getting slower and slower - just relying on the training of Hercules and those maggots from hell, you are about to reach the limit of a stage."

Su Shu, who is wearing a limiter, theoretically speaking, has no limit to his strength.

But it's a pity that half a year has passed - he lost again, that kind of opponent who can fight heartily.

For Hercules' current sparring, unless the great heroes completely break free, fall into complete madness, and liberate themselves from all trials—then the premise of killing each other is to carry out the most tragic fight with each other.

Otherwise, if it is just a normal Hercules, even if he has been blessed by Su Shu to become the champion, his strength will be several times higher than before.

Already, there is no way for Su Shu to fall into a hard fight.

Su Shu had to hold back his strength so as not to hurt Hercules. They were training partners but not fighting.

The stake named the Great Hero has been withdrawn from the version embarrassingly.

However, even in the conquest of hell, it is also difficult to find any enemies that can make Su Shu fight comfortably.

Theoretically

"Death", "Darkness", "Unknown", "Falling"

It is said that there are the most terrifying demons in hell, which are contained in the biological instinct and represent the most rooted fear. They are the nightmares that hang over the hearts of all human beings.

However, in the long history of more than 100 years of fighting, these root demons have never shown up—so much so that people doubt that they do not exist at all.

Or rather.

The more powerful the demon, the closer its wisdom is to that of a human being—the reason for such an existence is no different from that of ordinary people. Of course, they know how to think and weigh the pros and cons.

The demon of war has also subsided, and has not reappeared in the past six months.

in short.

The wooden stakes that could be found were almost maxed out by Su Shu, but it was still difficult to barely reach the hurdle of Mechanism.

For mortals, even the world of demigods

——He was a little bit, "too strong".

Unless he went to the deepest part of hell, a place called the underworld, he might be able to find an exciting and powerful enemy, but of course it was impossible for Su Shu to leave Sparta behind.