He and It

She opened her eyes and her mind suddenly became clear. Xanthippe quickly climbed off the stone bed, tied up her dress, put on her cloak, and sneaked out of Arima's underground palace.

The sound of music enveloped her, and wherever she went, the bright-eyed giants seemed to be blind, letting her run past them quickly.

As she walked up the thousands of stone steps, the heavy bronze door seemed to have come to life, spontaneously opening a small crack for her to enter and exit.

Stepping on the snow, under the long-lost clear moonlight, she saw a young traveler sitting in a truck with a wooden stick beside him. The donkey swung its ears leisurely, listening to the bright ditty he played.

Xanthippe said respectfully: "Hermes, I hear the sound of your flute."

The god disguised as a traveler jumped out of the truck and walked towards Xanthippe. As he walked, he became taller and taller. When he came to her, his appearance and body were as majestic as the gods.

"Xanthippe!" he greeted briskly, "because the demon lowered the mist that obscured the eyes, my brothers and sisters in the sky are very curious about your achievements. You are the champion of the gods, the invincible beauty Tell me, my dear, how is your progress?"

Xanthippe looked at him, with a flinching look in his eyes, which inevitably made Hermes frown: "Why, doesn't Echidna not kill you, but is also indifferent to you?"

"...Dolos saved me," Xanthippe said in a weak voice. "He took a fancy to my talent and kept me here to discuss art lessons with me."

Hermes was very surprised. He looked at Xanthippe sternly. Even the beauty shaped by the God of Fire and the charming charm given by the God of Beauty could not make him soften his heart. He gave a stern order: " This is not something you should think about, Xanthippe! Your name declares your destiny, this is your irresistible command: destroy and break up the abnormal union! You must do this, otherwise, even the thunderbolt If you don’t take action, my sister Athena will also destroy you!”

Xanthippe was so frightened that she shed tears. She asked: "Then what should I do? Without the power of the golden arrow, the Demon God loves his Dolos so much. How can I break them up without being attacked by the Demon God?" To kill cruelly and mercilessly? If you have praised my beauty once, Hermes, protector of wayfarers, please have mercy on me!"

Hermes sighed, thought for a moment, softened his tone, and said, "Then you will tell Echidna all about the origin of 'Dolos'. How cruel the devil is, he will not If you tolerate deception, you will not tolerate betrayal. As long as you can do this, I will intercede for you in front of Athena."

Xanthippe watched the gods leave, and Hermes played the flute again, jumped into the wagon, and drove away quickly.

The next day, Xie Ning was looking at paintings in the quiet room. The door opened and Xansi Pei suddenly walked in wearing a cloak and fell at his feet. She hugged his knees with her left hand and stroked his chin with her right hand.

"I also beg for your mercy, Dolos!" She said this, and conveyed Hermes' threatening words to Xie Ning, "I am like a weed caught in the middle, there is no way for me to escape. , I can only ask for your mercy and please understand my approach."

Xie Ning put down the picture album and looked at her silently. He was silent for so long that Xian Sipei thought he had turned into a stone statue that couldn't speak or laugh.

"Go ahead and tell her," he whispered after a long while, "I allow you to go and tell Echidna my secret."

He urged gently: "Go ahead, it doesn't matter, I don't blame you. Go ahead."

Chapter 154 The Snake of the Pharisees (20)

As if a thirsty traveler who had been practicing asceticism for a long time in the desert suddenly saw a pool of bright red water, Xanthippe's expression suddenly became extremely complicated, as if he was joyful at the moment of amnesty, but also confused and surprised, mixed with A bit of unspeakable vigilance.

"Will you?" she stammered. "Are you really willing, you kind and good man?"

Xie Ning smiled, but there was no emotion on his expression, "What don't I want to do?"

By this time, his mind was terrifyingly calm and clear, like an out-of-body outsider watching the outcome of the secret being revealed. He spoke the common language, so he became much more fluent.

"But after this incident, you can't stay here anymore," Xie Ning said, "Whether it's Mount Olympus or the secular kingdom, leave Arima and go live in a place under the sun. God's wishes to you The demands will only become more and more excessive each time."

Xanthippe hesitated: "But..."

"No buts," Xie Ning shook her head, "After telling Echidna my secret, you can run away and escape from the underground palace. You can tell the gods that you escaped from the devil's pursuit."

Xansi Pei's lips moved slightly. She wanted to say something else, but when she saw Xie Ning's eyes, she closed her lips tightly.

Finally, she stood up with the hem of her skirt and said gratefully: "Dolos, you really have the soul of a saint! May the goddess of goodness and dignity bless you. I will not forget you, and I don't want to know good things." Good and just people are not rewarded."

After saying this, she took off her cloak, lowered her head and walked out.

Xie Ning looked at her leaving back, then turned to look at his drawing paper. He didn't have much white paper anymore. Since he had smooth and fine parchment, he sealed up the precious white paper.

After thinking for a while, he turned over a blank page, held the charcoal strip, and drew a line, but the line was trembling.

He took a deep breath, then moved to another place to start the draft. He wrote hard and fast, and hurriedly finalized the shape. In the quiet room, only the rustling sound could be heard, but after painting for a long time, the tone became more and more blurry, and the object depicted became more and more unclear.

Xie Ning stopped and stared at the paper as if staring at a mess of garbage.

He sat motionless for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand, tore off the paper, crumpled it into a ball in his palm, and threw it away.

Forget it, he thought, no more painting.

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