Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 365 Madam, you don’t want your daughter to lose face, do you?

The suspicious yet familiar smell in the air, as well as the two flushed-faced girls in the courtyard, made Hera sneer with a dark face.

"Did you have fun?"

Although she was deceived by a little girl during the day and did not chase in the right direction, allowing the little bastard who wanted to default on her debt to escape; but as a former mistress killer and illegitimate terminator with rich hunting experience, she was not stupid. Before leaving, She had already quietly buried her own ray of divinity in Medea's body.

"You're here just in time. Atta has been very ill recently and has some hair loss. Please help me check if he is sick."

Lorne raised his hand and showed a few light green hairs between his fingers, and in the name of treating his beloved disciple, he sent an invitation to "play the cat" to Hera.

Although she knew that the other party was talking nonsense, but with a convenient step to intervene, Hera finally hummed and entered the door.

It’s just a foursome, it’s not like I haven’t tried it before.

Moreover, one of them is a believer trained by Artemis, and the other is a talent valued by the Academy of Athens. If they have thick breasts on a certain occasion, it can be regarded as superior to Artemis and Athens in another sense. Na has two competitors.

Hera thought, raising her hand to the tip of a certain feline's tail, twirling it playfully.

The queen originally just wanted to tease her a bit, but as soon as the soft hair came into her hands, the delicate and warm touch made people feel relieved inexplicably.

She couldn't help but step forward, and moved her hands up and down towards Atalanta's feline-like organs. The trace of sullenness on her face was gradually replaced by comfort.

By the way, in her original destiny, Atalanta was cursed and turned into a lion, responsible for pulling a cart for Rhea, the goddess of time.

As the daughter of Rhea, Queen Hera is obviously also a hidden "cat lover", and this nature was inadvertently inspired.

But in this way, Atalanta suffered.

Huntress thought that with the introduction of the new character, she would be out of the sea of ​​misery, but she didn't expect that the queen would join the two people around her without hesitation.

You guys, don't go too far!

Seeing that his beloved disciple was about to explode, Lorne, an unscrupulous mentor, had no choice but to touch his remaining conscience and step forward to save the situation with a dry cough.

"Is he supposed to be okay?"

Hera's hand that was rubbing the cat's ears paused for a moment, then casually let go, turning around and pulling up her little lover.

"Come on, let's go inside and talk about the illness."

After walking a few steps, the queen seemed to remember something. She turned back to look at Atalanta, who was slumped like mud in front of the stone table, and Medea, who was subconsciously leaning towards the shadows, with a playful smile.

"You two, watch the door outside."

Seeing their beloved teacher/senior brother being dragged into the house, Atalanta and Medea in the courtyard couldn't help but clenched their fists, filled with grief and anger, as if they had foreseen an upcoming insult.

It's too much to kill people and to punish them...

At this time, inside the house.

Hera rested her head on her arms, lying on her side on the bed, her cloud-like hair hanging on the head of the bed, her beautiful eyes flowing, and she curled her fingers at the little lover in front of her.

"Want to know the diagnosis? Come and get it!"

Hearing the familiar sentence patterns and looking at Hera who was about to discuss her illness with him in depth, Lorne felt a little dumbfounded.

It seemed that he had to serve the Queen well tonight before he would be allowed to escape.

Moreover, the script this time seems to be Hera’s favorite Minotaur plot.

It's just that unlike last time, the tauren now is not the male master, but the female master.

After glancing at the two figures standing guard outside the door, Lorne sighed helplessly and began to think about how to enter the drama and play the role of the sufferer tonight.

However, before he could think about it, Hera on the bed couldn't hold back any longer. Her fingertips shot out a rune rope woven with divine power and tied up Lorne's neck.

Then Hera's bare hand pulled hard, and her little lover who was chained fell onto the bed and fell on top of her.

"As expected, I still prefer to take the initiative."

Hera sneered, tightened the chain in her hand, raised her dignified and beautiful head inch by inch, and tried to kiss her with her red lips.

At the moment when their lips and teeth were about to touch, Lorne's expression condensed and he suddenly stood up.

Hera, who jumped in the air, suddenly felt angry on her face.

"What are you doing? Do you want to ditch me and go spend time with the two little girls outside the door?"

"What are you thinking, someone is coming..."

Lorne explained dumbfoundedly, raising his hand and pointing to the door where the noise came from.

Since the diva had barged in before, she had destroyed all the early warning spells around the courtyard, so he didn't feel anything until a new batch of visitors came in.

At this time, Katniss's familiar voice came from the courtyard: "Lorne, where have you been?"

Hera realized there was a misunderstanding and her face became a little brighter, but now that she was in a good mood, the queen naturally refused to let it go.

"A little god descendant, what does she care about?"

Lorne pointed to the three figures cast in the courtyard and advised kindly: "It seems there is more than one..."

"So what?" Hera asked disdainfully, pulling the spell chain unceremoniously and dragging Lorne, who had already touched the door, to the bed again.

Immediately, she stood up, riding her little lover underneath who was still thinking about running away, and snorted domineeringly towards the door.

"He's not free tonight, go back!"

Just as Hera rejected the visitor and prepared to enjoy the prey alone, the door was pushed open with a creak, and a young goddess wearing a crown and holding a golden cup stood in front of the door, looking into the house in astonishment.

"Mother?"

Instantly, Hera, who was still riding, trembled, turned her neck stiffly, and looked at her daughter Hebe, the goddess of youth, with shame and anger in her heart.

Although she and Zeus had already cut off their relationship and no longer had any feelings for each other, she did not care about the views and feelings of her ex-husband.

But for the children she loved, Hera, as a mother, still hoped to maintain her image in their minds.

However, a moment of greed actually exposed such an unbearable side of her in front of her beloved daughter, which really made Hera feel ashamed.

Just as she was thinking about how to defend herself and save her image as much as possible, she saw the goddess of youth Hebe outside the door looking around and scratching her head in surprise.

"It's so late, why are you here? Where's Lord Lorne?"

"?"

The unexpected question made Hera, who was on the verge of social death, look down as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

As expected, there was nothing below, and she was just kneeling on the bed in an unsightly posture.

But the familiar temperature and touch told her: her little lover was still there, still firmly pressed under her.

Athena's [Labyrinth Boundary], and the [Cognitive Distortion] of the Memory God?

Hera sensed the familiar divine power fluctuations, and her heart understood, and her originally uneasy mood gradually calmed down.

"Well, there are some private matters that I want to discuss with Lorne, but you can see that he doesn't seem to be here." Hera explained on the bed, with a calm look on her face.

"Is that so..." Heber heard this, and a trace of loss appeared in his eyes.

Hera was immediately nervous when she saw this, and asked cautiously: "Why, do you have something to do with him?"

"Nothing serious, I just want to take the opportunity to ask the god of wine for some brewing and cooking skills." Hebe answered honestly, with a sweet smile on her slightly immature face.

Hearing her daughter's answer, Hera secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she was just learning to brew wine. If her daughter really hooked up with some little bastard, she would have a headache.

"It shouldn't be, I clearly saw that guy rushing towards home." Katniss walked forward and looked at the house suspiciously.

"I think I saw it too..." Hippolyta in the back also nodded in response, adding circumstantial evidence.

At the palace banquet, the goddess of youth Hebe learned the whereabouts of the god of wine, Loen, and found Katniss, the owner of the house, hoping to visit the god of wine and take the opportunity to ask for advice on brewing and cooking skills.

The straightforward Katniss agreed immediately and brought Hippolyta, who was also at the table, with her.

So, after the banquet, the three of them came home together.

But they didn't find the person they wanted to visit, but unexpectedly ran into the Queen Hera.

Everything in front of them naturally puzzled them.

"Anyway, I didn't see him come back." Hera said, threateningly glancing at Atalanta and Medea outside the door, and continued to add calmly, "Maybe he was delayed on the way? Or encountered other... things~~"

Suddenly, Hera's originally smooth tone appeared inexplicably out of tune, her back suddenly straightened, her upper body trembled slightly, her pearly teeth bit her cherry lips tightly, as if trying to suppress some kind of peristalsis in her throat.

"Mother?" Hebe asked with concern, subconsciously stepped over the threshold and walked to the bedside.

"No! I'm fine!" Hera responded quickly, grabbing the head of the bed with both hands, trying to stand up from the bed.

However, just after moving a few inches away, she sat back suddenly.

Hiss~! ~!

A strong sense of fullness came over Hera, she took a breath of cold air, looked at the empty body with hatred, and gritted her teeth.

Bastard, you actually took advantage of this time!

"What's wrong with you? Your body is shaking, and you are sweating so much..."

The goddess of youth in front of the bed took her mother Hera's hand and asked worriedly.

"Maybe... it's... the sequelae of the battle in the Sea of ​​Chaos... sequelae..." Hera said intermittently, her body trembling more violently, and even the bed under her was shaking slightly.

"Then I'll take you to see a doctor!"

Heber wanted to help his mother out of bed and take her to the divine doctor for diagnosis, but unexpectedly, his mother Hera slapped her hand away and shook her head to refuse.

"No! I'll rest... for a while... I'll be fine..."

"But..."

Looking at the mother on the bed who had clear fingerprints on the metal headboard because of excessive force, Heber couldn't help but worry.

"No buts!" Hera rudely interrupted her daughter's concern, and then ordered in a trembling voice, "You go out first, I want to rest~~"

For some reason, the voice seemed to have a faint cry.

Frightened by her mother's usual majesty, Hebe didn't dare to ask more, and could only walk out the door with her head turned back every few steps.

"Mother, how about I stay here to take care of you..."

"Bang!"

The heavily closed door kept Hebe, who wanted to be filial, out of the door, and made the originally well-behaved and sensible young goddess fall into serious self-doubt.

What's wrong with my mother? Could she hate me?

Atalanta outside the door saw Hebe's sad look and couldn't help but whispered comfort.

"Don't worry, it may just be some small problems."

Medea on the side joined in.

"If you are really worried, you can stay at Katniss's house tonight. There are still empty beds here."

The little witch glanced at the closed door. The seemingly friendly proposal was actually malicious.

Is the Queen of Heaven so great? Don't think you can eat alone so easily!

At this time, Atalanta seemed to wake up, took Hebe's hand, and spoke kindly.

"There are not many female heroes and descendants of gods who came to Thessaly. I just wanted to talk to you. Let's sit in the yard and talk."

As she said, the enthusiastic female hunter took Katniss, Hippolyta and Hebe to sit down at the stone table and chat together.

Medea took the opportunity to go into the kitchen to prepare some snacks and drinks, and she was ready to chat all night.

The two sisters who graduated from the Academy of Athens looked at each other and saw each other's intentions.

It's better for everyone to lose than for one party to win alone.

You want us to guard the door, right? Then I'll help you guard here. Don't let a fly fly out tonight!

~~

At the same time, inside the house.

Hera looked at the pair of claws firmly pressed on her slender waist and complained angrily.

"Are you satisfied?"

The air rippled like water waves, and Lorne blinked and asked innocently.

"Isn't this all according to your orders? Are you still not satisfied? Then, let go?"

"Enough, enough, let go! Let me out!"

Hera was frightened and begged for mercy, trying to pry open the claws on her waist with both hands.

However, Lorne looked at Hera, who had been demanding too much physically and acting more unscrupulously recently, with his hands motionless and a playful smirk on his face.

"Start if you want to, end if you want to, it's not that easy!"

"Hebe is still outside, don't mess around..."

The proud queen was forced by the situation and lowered her head in humiliation.

"So, Madam, you don't want your daughter to be unable to raise her head in front of outsiders, right?"

Lorne spoke leisurely, and then... a heart-wrenching blow!

Hera was caught off guard and hurriedly raised her hand to cover her lips tightly, blocking the sound in her throat.

"Get ready, I'm going to speed up."

Accompanied by the devilish whisper in her ear, Hera seemed to be driving on the twisting and bumpy mountain road in Thessaly, the car engine whining, the headlights flying up and down, constantly hovering on the edge of falling apart and car accidents.

The night is long, the road is long, and this difficult and exciting journey seems to have no end.

Hera covered her lips tightly, looked at the bright moonlight on the skylight and the four shadows talking and laughing on the window frame, and felt for the first time that sometimes being too strong and lasting is not a good thing.

Finally, with a suppressed and high-pitched whine, the queen of heaven was defeated.

Soon, the alcohol that Medea had been looking for found a new home.

Looking at the slightly bright sky outside the window, Lorne got up comfortably, took out a set of dry clothes from the magic circle map, and handed it to Hera, who was soft as mud.

"What? Are you going to continue to humiliate me?"

The exhausted queen looked resentful.

"What are you thinking about?" Lorne scratched Hera's nose and said with a smile, "Hercules seems to have been led out of the city. I have to go and see, and help you make up a lie."

Hera felt relieved when she heard this.

Although this little bastard always made her suffer a lot, he could always arrange things properly at critical moments.

"Remember to go out the back door..."

Back door?

Lorne subconsciously glanced at a certain place, and the unsatisfied look made Hera suddenly pale, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth and get angry.

"Still not leaving?"

Looking at the gradually brightening sky, Lorne shook his head regretfully.

Time is running out, forget it, next time.

Under Hera's vigilant gaze, Lorne turned into a golden stream of light, passed through a layer of light film like a water curtain on the window frame, and disappeared into the fading night.

The queen on the bed first breathed a sigh of relief, then reacted and her face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He set up a soundproof barrier last night? Bastard!

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