Chapter 447: Black Tea Man’s Acting Cultivation
"Don't worry, you can question my character, but you can't doubt my experience."
"I am the most experienced in this kind of thing."
Eros spoke with great confidence. Although Metis was a little skeptical, he didn't say much.
After all, this is what Eros is here to do, a professional troublemaker who can cause a lot of trouble wherever he goes.
So far, their plan has been successful. Eros has successfully blended into Canaan and received the identity endorsement of Astarte.
Even if Astarte fails to be dealt with, with her help, it will be much easier to do things secretly under this superficial identity.
"Okay, she is probably coming back soon. It won't take her long to clean up Yam. Please be careful not to wear clothes."
Metis reminded that the black clouds in the distant sky had gradually begun to dissipate, and this battle would not last long.
When Astarte came back, he found that Eros was in good health and had no problems at all. Wouldn't it be suspicious?
Just because Metis said this, it only meant that she still didn't quite understand a woman's heart.
Is this kind of thing important?
No matter why Eros got better, as long as he got better, Astati wouldn't think too much and would only feel happy.
When a woman can still remain rational and think about all the doubts you show, it only means that she actually doesn't like you enough.
Or they don’t trust you enough. All cracks originate from the beginning of distrust.
And like now, Astarte is completely at ease with Eros.
Being raised by him in the temple every day, he has neither the strength nor the will to resist himself.
What's there to worry about? If this is still suspicious, then she is not Astarte, the proud mistress of heaven.
To be able to care about Eros to a certain extent is already a sign of affection, let alone to ask her to pay close attention to Eros?
All I can say is that if Eros hadn't taken the initiative, people like Astarte would have been left behind in the palace drama.
Not attentive enough, not sincere enough, not willing enough, not good enough except rich, ha!
Eros sneered contemptuously and drank the water of life from Enki, the Mesopotamian water god, given to him by Astarte.
Well, it tastes pretty good, but I don’t know if I’ll drink it again.
While he was waiting leisurely, Astarte returned victoriously with his spoils of war.
She chopped off Yam's shark fins, probably to make a shark fin to replenish Eros' body.
Although Yam is a bit ugly, the shark fin is still a good thing, and Astarte doesn't mind it either.
After throwing the loot to the maids and asking them to deal with it quickly, Astarte tidied up her messy hair.
After tidying everything up, Astarte headed towards the palace with a smile and excitement.
"My little Pearl, are you okay?"
There was a hint of asking for credit, but Astarte himself didn't notice it, and still maintained his usual style.
But when she opened the door, Eros was sitting there well, his face looked very healthy, and he didn't seem to have any problem at all.
"Huh? What can I do?"
Turning his head, Eros had a smile on his face, not pretending to be sick at all.
Astarte was a little surprised. She walked up to Eros with some doubts, held Eros in her arms and touched her head.
"Didn't they say you were stimulated and felt unwell?"
The posture in which she held Eros would be very comfortable for a goddess with maternal qualities like Demeter.
But for Astarte to come, it would be a little painful for Eros.
Eros silently took away the hand on his head and held it tightly.
Don't press so hard because it really hurts.
He showed a bit of astonishment very appropriately, and then covered it up with eight points of casualness, making full use of the fan diagram. "No? I'm in good health. Is there any irritation?"
After saying these words, he showed the last bit of forced smile to ensure that Astarte could catch all his eyes.
Acting is all about acting with nine truths and one falsehood.
Everything Eros said was true, and only a little bit of expression was just acting.
Seeing all the expressions of Eros in his eyes, Astarte became more convinced of his inner thoughts.
Sure enough, that guy Yam deserved to die, so I only cut off his shark fins, but he was still merciful.
Under this situation, even Astarte couldn't help but soften his tone, showing his concern.
"It doesn't matter, I know everything, you don't have to act like this."
"I've beaten that guy hard and cut off his shark fin. I'll make you a shark fin tonight to patch it up."
Astarte stood behind Eros, comforting him while reaching down and touching Eros' chest muscles along his collarbone.
If the genders were reversed, this scene would be quite unbroadcastable.
But fortunately, there is no such risk when a beautiful goddess takes advantage of a handsome boy.
"That guy?"
Eros pretended to be questioning at first, and then turned to say helplessly.
"Actually, it doesn't have to be like this. After all, he will also be the God King of this world in the future. If you have a conflict with him for no reason, it will not be a good thing for you."
It seems like an exhortation, but in fact it is a source of anger. How could a proud and self-proud goddess like Astarte listen to such words?
As expected by Eros, after hearing these words, Astarte immediately raised his head and said quite proudly.
"Oh, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't say that he is not the God King now, even if he is the God King, what will happen?"
"Even if I chop off his shark fin today, he will say that I did a good job tomorrow."
"Don't worry too much. Who is he when I'm here?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Eros immediately answered.
"But that's not what you said before."
"I don't think it's troublesome. After all, I take this."
Astarte replied subconsciously, but midway through her words, she paused and lowered her head to look at Eros in confusion.
Perhaps she had almost remembered that Eros had tried to get her help to ascend to Baal's position.
After all, this is a very obvious suspicion. If it is exposed, Eros's motives for doing all this will be doubted.
Facing Astarte's doubtful eyes, Eros was quite calm, unmoved at all, and even asked a question.
"What's wrong?"
"There's a problem."
Astarte said with a serious and solemn expression, and she took out the hand that was touching Eros' chest muscles.
"My little pearl, was it because of Yam that you mentioned this to me before?"
It’s the last day at the end of the month, and the monthly pass is really going to expire.
By the way, Mother Sheep's car came in ahead. I took a look and found that there was nothing I could change. It probably wouldn't work even if I deleted it from 2,000 to 500, so forget it.
(End of chapter)