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Waking up in the morning, facing the sunshine and breeze of the Aegean Sea, I happily brushed my teeth in the bathroom mirror, thinking that even the bathroom opened the window to see the sea, it is worthy of Greece, spend a lot of money to come with the buddies to do a single farewell trip Sure enough, it is correct.

At the next moment, without warning, the sky turned around, and my head hit the sink so hard that it was splashing in front of me. It took a while to stabilize the body without continuing to shake, and I was rubbing my mouth full of toothpaste foam with my elbows to support the body with an elbow, and saw a completely strange face in the mirror.

Black hair, wheat-colored skin, big and charming eyes, eyelashes long enough to be pulled down as a fan, twitching, that chin, that neck, that line, I thought of the elegant ancient Greek stone statues I saw when I visited the museum.

... But who is this person?

I touched my face, and the beauty in the mirror also made corresponding movements. Moreover, her expression looked dazed and stupid, and she opened her mouth with a demented look, which was very consistent with my current mood.

… Isn't it… too sci-fi.

I'm very surprised that I haven't screamed and foamed, and I fainted. I used to greatly underestimate my nervous system. Obviously, it is far stronger than I thought. Looking at the mirror, I found that the big-eyed beauty was still wearing the same pajamas (nonsense) as me. She still had a toothbrush in her hand. Lines are exposed.

what happened?

I asked myself silently, as if I entered a keyword in the search engine. The next moment, the corresponding answer came to my mind, and countless memory tides rushed into my brain like crazy. In an instant I almost thought my brain would be burst.

Pressing and holding the temple, my ears were buzzing, and I felt that my current feeling was like the pain of being in the university for three consecutive nights in order to play games. However, I remembered it, remembered everything.

It turns out that I am the **** of this world.

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This sentence sounds so cold.

But I am really the **** of this world, at least for the land stepping under my feet.

Absently spitting out the toothpaste foam, and pulled a towel to wipe his mouth, in a state of daze, I sleepwalked back to the bedroom, and then I fell into the sofa fiercely, grabbed my hair in distress.

My mind is messy, I remember calling myself Han Xiaole, now 26 years old, an accountant of a company, with a fat pet dog under his parents, a boyfriend who has been dating since college, and we still have I was ready to get married in half a month. But more (as many as you can't imagine) memories are telling me again that I have a name called Hera, a **** behind Mount Olympus, I am a married woman, and a husband called Zeus, we I've been married for tens of millions of years, and, oh, Snow, I also gave birth to four babies.

He collapsed and buried his face in his palm, so he wanted to cry. How I wish I had a mental breakdown that led to delusions. Who do you say is bad, but which Hera? As the memory of Han Xiaole tells me, what does the slightly common sense people think about the queen-two words: so jealous. The memory of Hera is clear and informative, like a memoir written for millions of years. I remember everything she knows, and I can recall all her feelings. I tried to raise my hand and dance towards the vase on the table. The vase twisted happily. The flowers in it twisted two leaves and seemed to bow to me.

□□ I want to smother myself with a cushion on the sofa.

In fact, when I used to be a god, I often went to the world to play as a human being. Not only did I do this alone, but those guys did. Olympus is not an interesting place. It is very large and very bright. It is always bright enough to make your eyes hurt. There is nothing except the eternal white clouds, blue sky and golden holy light. That's right, the muse's singing is very good. Apollo's harp is like a natural sound, but after listening to it for tens of millions of years, anyone will want to change the key.

But this time, I lost all my memory and power as Hera and lived unconsciously for 26 years as a completely ordinary human being. Twenty-six years is a blink of an eye for God, but without relevant memories, I feel that these twenty-six years are relatively happy.

Because, finally, I did not have to endure the ridicule and satire of the gods, endlessly looking for the trace of my husband, time and time again and again in vain to take him away from different women and men, or pleading, or crying, or making noise All for one purpose only, please don't betray me, hurt me, don't leave me sleeping in the arms of others.

Self-deprecating smile, I can remember why I became like this, I am the god, Olympus is the **** after Zeus, no one dares to deprive the **** of memory and power, let her lose her personality No one dared to fall into the world except my good husband, even the few guys who hated me and gritted their teeth.

"Even the queen should pay for her actions! Hera! I declare that you will be deprived of your dignity and hang upside down the gate, no one shall plead for you! And I will knock you down, Let you suffer through human suffering until I think you can be forgiven! "

My husband, the **** of thunder, the ruler of everything, roared at me like a thunder, I just stood expressionless before his throne. There are sympathies, compassions, worries, gloating and ridicule, but I do n’t care anymore. Because my husband treated me like this, just for an illegitimate child he and the human woman gave birth to. He rebuked me for being cruel and unkind, and unworthy of being a queen. He roared at me, cold-hearted and merciless, even trying to strangle a baby who had not been born for a long time in the cradle. I glared at him with no meaning to beg for mercy, even if my son and daughter were desperately squinting and beckoning quickly to ask for his mercy.

In the past, he had so many illegitimate children and illegitimate daughters. The women and men around him came and went, and went and came again. It is harder than mortals. I was angry, and wanted to stop him like crazy. In the end, I still had no choice but to compromise. He looked at him coldly and turned those messy things into stars and flowers, pretending to know nothing.

But this time I couldn't bear it, because he put the baby with a low bloodline into the cradle of my daughter, and even tempted me to breastfeed him without my knowledge. Because of this, the human child has the power of God, and my husband is complacent and thinks that all problems have been solved. I will admit that this child, like those illegitimate children, will enter Olympus The temple, sits on top of the magnificent hall.

I absolutely cannot tolerate such deception!

So I did not beg for mercy, standing upright and staring at him, which made him more irritable and angry. In the past, I killed so many of his lovers and illegitimate children. At most, he was depressed for a few days and did not talk to me. This time I was so angry. I think it was more because he announced that he would give this child a personality, but I still dealt with him. He has always loved face and can't stand anyone challenging his majesty. I will undoubtedly make him so angry that I have lost face in front of a group of gods.

But, did he think about it, countless betrayals, countless lovers and children born, to whom I humiliated and ridiculed and confided to whom-I am still the goddess dominating marriage! Countless women prayed to me for a happy marriage, and the husband ’s heart could never leave them. I can meet the demands of the believers, but my marriage is so bad that it is a big joke!

With a heavy sigh, I broke free from my long memories and wished to erase those humiliating memories from my brain immediately. As a god, I am omnipotent, immortal, and can enjoy supreme glory and worship. But I suddenly realized that most of the time I was unhappy. And as a mortal named Han Xiaole, despite many troubles in life, I had to run around for things that I had never seen before, and I felt very happy most of the time.

Waving his finger to stop the flower still running around on the table, such a plan appeared in my mind.

Why do you have to go back to Olympus to continue to get angry? For the time being, I don't want to see the disgusting face of Zeus. Presumably he is the same. I remember what he announced was to let me experience the pain of death and death, which means that before Han Xiaole ’s life ended, he did n’t plan to let me go back-maybe thinking that the annoying person was gone, he could be justified. Fooling around with those women. I used to be crazy with anger, but now I just want to say: whatever you want!

Even if the life of a mortal is only a few decades, I still want to finish it. I am obsessed with that little simple happiness. Maybe, I want to have an ordinary but peaceful life, like any ordinary woman to enjoy The joy of marriage, rather than thinking about where to go to **** every day.

Moreover, Han Xiaole's parents,-no, my parents, I love them very much, they are very good human beings. Thinking of my parents at Olympus, I almost rolled my eyes. Mother Gaia, I hope I will never see this woman again! And my father, who was cut into pieces by my husband. God, my father is the son of my mother, my mother is my great-grandmother, my husband is still my younger brother! As Han Xiaole, I disdain this chaotic relationship.

Although I remembered that I was married and had some doubts about another marriage, I was sure that there would be a way!

So I decided to temporarily forget the fact that I was Hera. I snapped my fingers back to look like Han Xiaole, changed my clothes and prepared to go downstairs, hoping to have breakfast.

However, I was stupid as soon as I opened the door.

A lot of glamorous roses almost hit my face.

"Honey, I want to surprise you!"

The face that made me resentful came out from behind the rose and smiled brighter than a hundred suns rising into the sky at the same time. For a moment I wanted to scream, jump out of the window, and even stabbed him to death, but in the end I just took the huge bunch of roses with nothing.

Oh, my husband, God Zeus, he was wearing a light blue silk shirt and slim black trousers, wearing the most popular sunglasses now, just like the model on the cover of the magazine, standing at the door of my bedroom .

"My dear, your human body is really good, I like it."

Taking off his sunglasses, he stared at a pair of dark blue eyes and looked me up and down, and whistled.

"I like petite black-haired women. To celebrate our return, how about letting us kiss?"

"I do not--"

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to pounce on him, hugged me, almost let my feet off the ground, and then there was a suffocating kiss.

"Okay, before returning to Olympus, in order to express our apology for the last brutal behavior, let's have a happy breakfast together."

He put me down contentedly and patted my buttocks, and then took a brisk step and jumped downstairs.

"Hurry up, I set a position at table three!"

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For the rest, I stood on the spot holding the crushed rose.

What should I say?

Although the film and the novel describe my husband as a tall and dignified middle-aged bearded man, as his wife, he has to regret that it is completely wrong. A **** who is sympathetic around is not that kind of image, not to mention that my husband always only likes young girls, and he hates to grow a beard very much.

Zeus is an asshole, but he is really a very, very handsome super-asshole that can make all female creatures dizzy in an instant.

I touched my somewhat hot face, thinking sadly.

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The masses said that the first chapter was ugly and digging their noses, and they all said it was a preface.

It ’s been a long time since I wrote a first-person perspective. Tucao just needs the first perspective to be sharp.

In Greek mythology, God is undoubtedly very proud to look down on humans ... The baby mentioned here is undoubtedly the Hercules, Hercules, who gave him milk without knowing it, so this man That's the cow. So I can fully understand Hera's desire to kill him. Only the Virgin will not get angry, let alone Hera's temper is not very good ...

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