He and It

He immediately realized that his lover was teasing him.

"Okay!" Echidena said angrily, "Bad and cunning Dolos, now I have to punish you!"

Xie Ning suffered the consequences and was punished by being held down for more than two hours. She was almost forced to crawl and walk.

He lay on Echidna's chest, covered in sweat, and greedy for the close feeling, unwilling to move, so he played with his partner's long and slippery hair with his fingers. After playing for a while, he asked in a low voice: "Do you think I should write him a reply?"

The snake demon was immersed in complete happiness. His long tail was cold and soft, and it was wrapped around the hot human sweating flesh. When it was tightly and sometimes loosely wrapped around him, he was warmly and satiated. Therefore, he At this time, BaN is not so mean when it comes to talking about heroes.

"That is a demigod hero born from man and god," Echidena whispered. "It is best that we do not have anything to do with him, because he cannot understand us and cannot understand us. Will understand us. As long as you reveal a little bit of news about Arima in your reply, a few words related to me, ah, his letters advising mercy will definitely fly over like snow flakes, because he believes that you are living here. This miserable life has been imprisoned by me inhumanely. Next, he may still have the idea of ​​​​saving you in his heart, and want to discuss with you how to escape from here and live a stable life in the world."

Xie Ning was amused by his idea. He thought about it and said, "Then I won't reply."

"This is the best!" Hearing his words, Echidna was satisfied and hugged him tightly, "This is the best."

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When Philion was still a child, his father, Alps, the god of the river, once invited Manto, the most famous prophetess in the world, to predict the child's fate.

Mantor was a priest of Apollo. He was favored by the sun god and was able to live as long as a demigod. She looked at the child's face carefully and concluded that there were many confusing paths in his life. In short, he might die like a hero, pay a heavy price, and rise to the level of a constellation in the sky; He spends his life anonymously, but ends his life without any illness or disaster. There is no distinction between these two paths, it just depends on his choice.

After Mantu left, the river god looked at his little son, stroked his wet beard, and said: "I am your father. Naturally, I hope that my son can live in peace until he dies. Among the children of gods, this is the most important thing." This kind of ending is not common, but it is by no means unheard of. What about you, my son, how do you think about it? "

The words of the priestess have ignited the ambitious fighting spirit in the young Philion. In his opinion, this was just like the story he had heard since he was a child: Hercules met the woman of "virtue" and "pleasure" at a fork in the road. Both of them did their best to persuade him to go his own way. that direction. Hercules chose "virtue", so he completed twelve feats that shocked the world, and enjoyed eternal fame in the ranks of the gods.

"This is my own virtue and pleasure!" Philion said, "Oh, I wish that I could be like Hercules, leaving endless fame and glory. I am the son of the gods, so naturally I want to be like a hero. Just as dead!"

When his father heard what he said, he just sighed deeply and returned to his underwater palace with a sad scruple.

Now, Philion was sitting on the bow of the ship with big waves, and the endless and rough sea as far as the eye could see was exactly what he was feeling at the moment.

After he sent the boy pretending to be the Son of God to Arima and returned, the old king woke up from his coma. Princess Antheia told him about it. The old king was still immersed in the pain of losing his son, but remained silent. Stay silent. Three months later, the two princes who were supposed to be buried at the bottom of the sea unexpectedly appeared outside the palace gate, dressed in rags and as embarrassed as beggars, but they were still alive after all.

The whole kingdom was rejoicing, and the king was in high spirits, ecstatic about his lost and found son. However, after the joy, there are always obscure clouds that pass over the old king's forehead from time to time, making him intermittently depressed.

"Philyon, maybe I can't be compared with your god's father, but I treat you as my other son." Privately, the old king confided to him, "Since Doros left, I often think See how we have wronged him. He was kind to this country, but we exiled him, regarded him as the murderer of my son, and gave him an unfortunate ending. Is this what a noble country should do? I can’t blame my daughter, I know she was doing it for the well-being of this country and the safety of her relatives, but she sacrificed an innocent, deaf-mute person, and this is irrefutable!”

With hidden guilt, Philion comforted the old king: "Old man, even if he is a deaf-mute who cannot speak or hear, it is very blasphemous to be regarded as the son of God. Besides, it is not that he has no Did you die at the hands of the terrible Echidna? I heard the news from the ships coming from the north and the south. They said that for the sake of a human boy, the demon stopped the human sacrifice and made the tyrannical Cilicia, We have lost a reason to fight in all directions."

The old king's frown opened. He seemed to have untied a knot in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "Is this true? I would rather it be true. I gave him Dolos's name, not to kill him. To those bitten by venomous snakes!”

Another three months passed, and a piece of news spread along the coastlines of various countries: In the land of Cilicia, there lived an artist whose skills were comparable to those of the gods, and everyone in the world was proud to have his paintings. When the two merchants passed by Eleusis, they also came to visit the owner of this wealthy palace. Here, they displayed many rare goods, including a painting with completely different brushstrokes. The gleaming snow-capped mountains reflected in the sunrise look like undulating foam ripples on the sea.

The gods are on the top of Olympus, watching every move of the world. They at once aroused in the old king such a surge of exculpatory joy that he rose suddenly from his throne, his eyes shining.

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