Bai Xiu looked at Jose's sad appearance and was speechless for a while.

In the short time he had been in the human world, he had seen many tears in his eyes: Carmod's, Carret's, and now Jose's, all wounded by love. Although the wounds are deep and heavy, they still can't change the maintenance and persistence of that emotion in their hearts.

Percius sighed silently, knowing full well that Jose's wish was just a distant fantasy.

I vaguely recall that in a song of human beings, he sang, "The love of heaven and earth is always sad". Yes, the love of heaven and earth, the world is different!

If they want to make up for each other's gap and keep each other's hearts, they can only hope for their own changes, so they love hard and love tired, which is probably the origin of the tragedy!

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At the bottom of the turquoise ocean, there is a stately complex of ancient Greek-style palaces. Rows of majestic corridors of carved stone pillars and winding spiral staircases carry over the ornate and splendid temples, which glow with a soft glow in the floating shadows refracted underwater.

Throughout the year, with the support of special forces, the sea water in this field will also become extremely gentle and calm, and never dare to set off waves of turbulence. It is tightly wrapped around this mysterious realm, like a sturdy and dutiful wall of protection, but it never penetrates into it.

In a room in a palace in this underwater world, Carette fell asleep for five days and five nights on a palatial shell-shaped soft bed. Finally, at some point, her wandering soul flew back into her tired shell.

"Hehe, what beautiful hair..."

In the fog, a woman's self-talk came from her ears. Then, Carreta felt a stiff, rough palm stroking back and forth between her long hair.

She hurriedly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was an extremely ugly face.

The long, pointed, triangular face is covered with blue-blue folded skin. A pair of dark, bottomless holes grow underneath the slightly raised nasal bones for breathing and smelling. The thick purple lips that open to the edge of the cheeks are open one by one, and the two rows of sharp serrations on the upper and lower sides of the mouth are revealed.

And these are not the point, what really shocked Kareta was the other party's bewitching hair. Rather, it wasn't hair, but countless snakes that were as alive as thorns.

As Kareta screamed, the grass-green swaying bodies danced with scarlet snake letters, glaring at her with a pair of beast eyes with slender pupils.

"Your astonishment is ridiculous, Messenger of Karete. You can't even remember my Medusa, do you?"

A wrinkled old face, but between opening and closing, he spit out a crisp and graceful voice that only a young girl can have, and this discordant combination really aroused goosebumps all over Karete's body. I saw her standing tall in front of Karet's bed, her naked~ upper body covered with hard, cold blue-blue scales, and the part below her navel turned into the body of a snake.

Even without prompting, Carette wanted her name.

Medusa, a talented and beautiful woman in the god generation, was seduced by the lustful Aquaman Poseidon, and was spelled by the angry goddess Athena in the temple of the goddess of war to become a half-demon and half-snake.

Instinctively for self-preservation, Kareta twisted her head to the side, not daring to meet the dim eyes of the serpentine monster in front of her, an act that immediately drew a sneer from it.

"Don't worry, times are different, and I don't care too much about what others think of me now. So not anyone who looks at me will be turned to stone, unless I use a spell. ”

Her explanation made Kareta feel at ease, but her nervousness did not dissipate, as she noticed that one of the other party's hands covered with hard armor was holding a bright three-inch dagger.

It's not good! We have to get out of the way right away.

Kareta thought as she rolled on her side and was about to jump out of bed.

Medusa had already intercepted Karete's thoughts, and she twisted her flexible and full snake body and threw it over, and it was extremely easy to wrap up in the fugitive's body.

"Let go of me, what do you want to do?"

Carette was so restrained by the cold snake body that she couldn't even move, so she had to let her be caught back on the bed.

"Don't touch the beauty! I'll let you go without wasting too much time, but until then you have to be obedient. ”

Medusa bent down, and the slender letter spat out of her big black mouth, greedily licking Karete's face, which immediately drew a scream of fear from her.

The dagger had been attached to Karet's sideburns. Medusa seemed to hesitate for something, and the edge of the knife kept going back and forth between the blonde hair.

"How beautiful, Messenger of Kareta, your long hair is like the light of the sun," she said enviously. "Back then, my Medusa used to have hair like this... Alas......"

A helpless sigh that could not be remembered quickly turned into incomparable anger.

"None of your Olympus gods are good—"

Medusa screamed and pressed her hand to Carette's head, then slashed her arm neatly in the midst of her abuse and struggle, cutting off a strand of hair from her sideburns and holding it in her palm.

"Stop Medusa—"

A young male screams to stop the basilisk's madness.

A boy stood on the porch, with a square tray between his hands, followed by two maids.

The voice that saved Kareta from danger just now was shouted from his mouth.

"Kareta is our invited guest, you are not allowed to be rude to her!"

The boy stared at Medusa's every move, and his demeanor had a majesty that could not be refuted.

In this case, Medusa had no choice but to loosen the snake's tail and let go of Karete's body.

"What guest? Only you think that!"

Dissatisfied, she swayed the bottom half of the snake out of the room.

"Sorry to frighten you. ”

The boy walked in slowly, his attitude was gentle, compared to the fierce Medusa just now. However, even he could not easily dispel the vigilance and suspicion in Karete's heart, and she looked nervously and crampedly around the room in shock.

Typical Doric classical architecture, clean and holy white carved stone tables and chairs, crocheted metal candlesticks and crystal chandeliers, as well as delicate blue and white interspersed with semicircular drapery and fringes and jewels, make Carette feel as if she has returned to the ancient age of the gods.

"Who are you?"

At this point, she would rather believe that it was her own eyes that deceived her—

There was not a single stained glass on the hollow window, but outside the unobstructed window was an endless blue ocean, and a few colorful fish were swimming easily among the rippling waves of light and shadow.

Where the hell is this?

Karet's face was dazed and uneasy.

"This is the Underwater Temple. You can call me Triton, and I am the eldest son of Poseidon, the king of the sea. Karet, I brought you here from Mykonos. ”

The boy explained methodically, unraveling the mysteries in her heart one by one.

Karet's eyes widened as she scrutinized the boy in front of her with a look of surprise.

The clear face, the handsome features, the silver-brown curls of moderate length, and a pair of conspicuous burgundy eyes were indeed very similar to those of the mysterious little boy on the beach. It's just that compared with the children on the beach at the beginning, the boy in front of him is fifteen or sixteen years old.

He was handsome, wearing a white shirt and tight trousers with large fungus and trousers, which were popular in medieval European courts, a pair of high soft leather boots, and a peach-colored silk scarf that Carette loved to tie around his left arm, which was pulled up at the cuffs.

So, he's the little boy, and he's conjuring up that pitiful look by spell just to lure me in. Also, I wasn't dazzled, the mermaid I saw did exist, and it was he-

Carette finally had an epiphany.

In the era of Greek mythology, Triton, the eldest son of the Sea King, was incarnated by a handsome mermaid, and his best skill was to play the trumpet. Whenever he appears, he often holds a delicate conch in his hand, which is a typical feature that distinguishes him from other sea brothers.

Hades and Bessephone, Medea and Iason, Helen and Paris, Basilisk Medusa...... Sure enough, the Mythical Star has fully recovered in modern times, and I have actually let my guard down and treated him as an ordinary child......

To this day, Carette knows that even repentance will not undo her mistakes.

What should I do? Do I want to fight and break out? But what is the purpose of them luring me here?

At the same time as Carreta pondered, Medusa, who had moved out of her room, had already passed through the corridors of the temple and ascended the stairs several times before reaching the carved door of a dwelling.

As soon as she stopped, her body silently shed her snake form, and she completely changed into the appearance of a beautiful woman.

Checking that there was nothing wrong with the exquisite blue dress around her, and stroking her smooth skin and face with her hands, she couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. When she touched the short, sparse pigtail-like hairstyle on her head like an African child, her expression looked a little helpless.

This hairstyle has always been the most unsatisfactory part of her transformation, because under the curse of the goddess Athena, Medusa cannot change this ugly status quo even with spells.

Pushing the door open slightly, Medusa walked in with her watery waist twisted.

"King, I brought what you need. ”

She said coquettishly, proudly raising the long golden hair in her hand and raising her head in the direction of the high platform in front of her.

There was a high-backed gold chair in the center of the table, and the man sitting on the chair praised him:

"Well done, Medusa, let's go, we'll meet the Dark God now, it's time to talk to him about the price!"