Bacchus looked down on the sea from above.

He flew over at the spur of the moment, as if someone recognized how important the love between them was, something that an ordinary human could admit, but the siren always denied it, not only herself, but also him.

Bacchus arrived here but did not go down, only carefully kept his distance, and the sirens could feel him if they got closer, provided that the sirens were still there, of course.

Although he flew over in a hurry, Dio didn't plan to do anything, he just wanted to see if the siren was still there and if she would really leave here.

Looking anxiously at the sea, he probed his divine sense into the deep sea, there was no siren everywhere, and the panic in his heart became more and more, and he even began to regret why he said so much, and a point of light on the sea attracted his attention.

The light source came from the siren's hair, which came out of the sea bath, and as soon as it was exposed to the air, it immediately became dry, and even if there was wind in the sea, it would not float much, but only hang at the side of its master.

When a heart finally returned to the field, the god of wine immediately relaxed, and he looked at the figure without blinking, for fear of losing it again.

Suddenly, Bacchus narrowed his eyes, and his mind was on the siren, and only then did he see what the siren was holding in both hands, a big clear and turquoise turtle!

And it's a sea relic, Zeno!

Dior's eyes widened sharply, and he immediately disappeared from his figure, hiding behind thick clouds. Zeno is a holy thing in the ocean, there are already them when there is no Poseidon, this one looks relatively young, it is estimated that it is three or four thousand years old, except for the color is more translucent, Zeno usually looks no different from ordinary turtles, but Zeno has a very powerful ability, extreme eyes.

Zeno's sight is beyond the reach of even the gods, and once Zeno identifies the master, he will tell the master everything he sees, Zeus raised seven or eight Zeno, just to monitor the whole world.

And just now, he almost met the big turtle......

Actually, there is nothing to hide, and if he shows up now, there are stacks of reasons to use, but it is not easy to explain that he chooses to be behind the clouds like a thief......

Zeno's little eyes were always looking at the sky, and the siren laughed and shook it, "What do you see?" ”

Zeno couldn't speak, he only communicated with his own kind and his master, and he used telepathy, Zeno stuck his head back, and the siren heard what he had just said, and looked up, but saw nothing.

The siren didn't care, and continued to play with Zeno on the sea, watching a big turtle motionless, the siren always teased it, and the teasing Zeno had to avoid her, the siren giggled, but the face of the god of wine became darker and darker.

Does this woman have a conscience?!

Something like that happened yesterday, she was like a nobody, and she was still playing leisurely? If he were a human, he would be able to pretend to be a panda with dark circles today!

The more he looked, the more angry he became, Dio snorted coldly and spread his wings back.

Angry while flying, the air around him dropped a few degrees at once, but compared to when he first came, the panic in his heart was gone, at least, the siren was still there.

For three days, every day the god of wine came to sneak a peek, and to be careful to avoid the sight of the big turtle, and from that day on, Zeno had been sticking his head out to look around, trying to catch this fleeting figure again.

On the fourth day, the siren packed up a small bag in the cave, and took what she wanted to give to her parents, and changed into new clothes made for her by the muse, a pale yellow dress, and even the fish and shrimp were charmed by the good-looking.

Zeno was supposed to stay in the deep sea, because he was not at home these days, so the siren fished it out and let him look after his home, but there was nothing to see, but the siren seemed to like to find someone to watch the house.

Touching Zeno's little head and large tortoise shell, the siren floated upward, burrowed out of the water and looked at the sun, then spread his divine wings and flew immediately.

Bacchus was behind the clouds not far from her, and he was so shocked that he didn't dare to breathe when he saw the sirens show their wings for the first time.

It's so beautiful, it's unearthly and stunning, and it can't even be used to describe her, just one glance, as if all the unbearable in her heart can be lifted, especially the pale yellow dress she wears, which just highlights the siren's wonderful figure.

The original amazement did not last long, and it suddenly came to naught when Dio saw Sirenti's things.

The sirens didn't plan to go too fast, they looked at the scenery along the way, they hadn't come out for a long time, and they didn't know how much the world had changed, but the sirens hadn't seen the world yet, and they hadn't even left her own part of the sea, when they were stopped by the angry Bacchus.

The siren looked at Dio who appeared out of thin air in shock, and before he could react, he was frightened by the appearance of the god of wine.

"Where do you want to go?"

Almost roaring and shouting these words, the siren looked at him in a daze, for the first time, the siren saw such a thick despair and panic in his eyes, as if he was about to lose something more important than his life.

The once flamboyant and wild Bacchus God showed such a look, the Siren's heart seemed to have been twisted a few times, the Siren resisted the idea of wanting to hug him and gently soothe him, and stood motionless opposite the Bacchus, her voice was not loud, but immediately appeased Dior's feelings, "I just want to go home for a few days, there are guests at home, and I will be back soon." ”

Go home? Soon to be back?

Bacchus's originally angry expression was stuck, and his embarrassed look was beyond words.

Just going home...... Silently retracting the expression of wanting to eat people, Dian and Siren stood awkwardly face to face, Dio didn't dare to look at her, Siren smiled faintly, "I should go, otherwise my father will talk about me again." ”

"You ......" said a word hesitantly, the siren looked at him inquiringly, Dior's face immediately burned like a fire, it was really embarrassing, he silently let go, the siren looked at him a few times, and made sure that he was letting himself go, and the siren left.

Dio pressed his fist to the center of his eyebrows, looking ashamed and angry, his eyes fell to the sea, and the big turtle floated in the waves, stretching its neck to look at him, although the turtle had no expression, but Dio looked at it and immediately understood that it was gloating.

didn't pay attention to Zeno, Zeno didn't bother to pay attention to him, and sank silently, so he continued to watch the house.

Dio's hesitation just now was because he wanted to ask the siren, why was she so calm? As if nothing had happened, the tone was even soothing and gentle, as if it were a friend, ...... What's the situation?

Bacchus naturally didn't know that Siren had always known his movements, although she was Zeno's master, but rarely communicated with it, and only called Zeno out when she wanted to find treasures from the deep sea, that day Zeno told her about the figure, and Siren immediately knew that it was Dionysus, and the same was true for the next few days, Dionysus thought he was hiding it well, but unfortunately it was all seen by Zeno.

The siren's mood was a little excited, and the fact that Bacchus came to see her every day at least meant that he didn't hate himself as much as he appeared, and that was already good.

Accustomed to controlling her own sirens, she always spontaneously throws things that will make her sad to the corner of her heart, and she resolutely does not think of these unless she is not awake.

The sirens were long gone, and Dio was still floating in the air, sighing wistfully, as he landed on the beach where the sirens lived.

Fingertips gently caress the plants on the beach, and the siren's breath immediately emanates, Dio has been to this sea before, but the impression of desolation is very different from this place, if this place is discovered by humans, they will surely scream and praise this place is heaven.

Zeno also crawled out when he saw him coming down, staring at the Bacchus with his little eyes without blinking, and dutifully performing his housekeeping duties.

Every grass and tree was nourished by the sirens, and Dio couldn't help but squat down and stare at Margaret in front of him with affection, the white petals were as playful and immature as the siren's cheeks.

But this flower is not a siren after all, even if there is more siren breath, it can only hook up the feelings that he has always wanted to suppress and always remain, but it can't help him get rid of it. His expression was cold, his fingers wrapped around the flower, and he wanted to crush it in the palm of his hand, but after making up his mind several times, he couldn't close his fingers a little, and after struggling for a while, he could only sigh weakly.

Zeno couldn't change his expression, otherwise he would have dropped his jaw in shock, this god is not only a voyeur, but also a psychopath!

Showing a strong longing for a flower, looking at his appearance, I can't wait to pull this flower down and eat it, but I seem to be afraid of something, I don't dare to make the next move, I have changed so many expressions in just a few minutes, what is he doing, playing with changing face?

Seeing that his treasure was in front of him, and he didn't dare to blaspheme, Zeno's little head was not enough. It's just a margaret, it's all over the street, you can pick it if you want, and its owner won't skimp on a small flower, this Bacchus must be sick......

Catching a glimpse of Zeno's small eyes, the god of wine suddenly felt internal injuries, how could this big turtle be so ghostly!

It was obvious that he was squatting in front of someone's house, and Dio completely ignored this fact, glared at Zeno fiercely, and then he got up and left.

Zeno's seldom of communication is only one-sided, if someone speaks to them with telepathy, they can hear it, and it is not necessarily if they don't respond, Zeno looked at the Bacchus's seemingly steady, but in fact flustered pace, and slowly narrowed its mung bean-sized eyes.

Bacchus just glared at it and said a word.

"Don't sue the sirens, or you'll be soaked into a thousand-year-old tonic wine!"

Hehe...... Millennial tonic wine.

Very good, when the owner comes back, it will be the first to report this matter, and it will add oil and vinegar.

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Dinner had already been eaten, and Prometheus seemed to wander around the palace unintentionally, and he didn't know how many places he had walked before he finally saw the figure.

He didn't step forward, but stood at a distance and looked at the siren, she was looking at something intently, and there was only a watery calm and a faint helplessness in her eyes. Why should such a pure child bear that fate, why should he sacrifice for the ambitions of others.

The love in his eyes suddenly became turbulent, as if he remembered some unbearable past, such a strong emotion rippled in the water, even if he hid his breath, the siren also noticed his existence.

Turning his head, Prometheus still had a smiling look on his face, as if nothing had happened.

Siren smiled faintly, Prometheus took advantage of the situation to come over, stood beside the siren, and looked along the place where she had been staring, the boy slept quietly in the coral, the layers of coral made him unreal, too white skin was almost transparent, as if it was going to disappear in the next second.