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The Greece Antagonist

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to? Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile. The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite. "To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at." The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera. "As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides." The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core." Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield... Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation." "..." Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

Purple Night Melody · Fantasy
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586 Chs

Chapter 260: The Friend of Women Specializes in Young Wives (4.2k)_2

"You saved me?"

"Hardly called a rescue, seeing you lying on the grass, worried you might catch a chill, I took the liberty of changing your bed."

Luo En gave a slight smile, his playful words lightening the seriousness the lady opposite brought, while he passed the roasted pheasant to the noblewoman beside him.

Having mastered the art of saying the right thing to the right person, he was remarkably adept.

Knowing the lady opposite had a fierce temper and strong pride, Luo En naturally decided to smooth things over to prevent any unnecessary trouble from a disagreement.

After all, following this evening, they would go their separate ways, no need to spoil their brief encounter with harsh words.

"Thank you, thank you..."

The noblewoman hesitated as she took the pheasant.

It was unclear whether she was thankful for the food or for the earlier assistance.

Furthermore, her tone was quite stiff, as if she seldom thanked strangers.