Chapter 549

This question embarrassed Diana and she didn't know how to answer it.

Luke said to himself, as if unaware,

"Paradise island gives me a strange feeling. It's full of young and strong female soldiers, no old people, no children. It's really puzzling. How do you reproduce?"

Diana didn't want to answer. She couldn't bear Luke's curiosity and could only whisper,

"For some reason, Amazon people living on the island don't die and don't need children."

Luke slurred his head and sighed as he drank,

"Immortality? No kids? A dilemma

Longevity is not as good as you think, it's more like a curse.

People's mode of thinking is fixed. Once it is formed, it is difficult to reverse it. This is why the Post-70s can't stand the post-80s, the post-80s can't stand the post-90s, and the post-90s can't stand the post-90s. The old people who have lived in their own small circle can't integrate into the human world, Most of the jobs are related to cultural relics, and high-tech products are not needed.

The progress of civilization is the progress of ideological cognition. Children represent new ideas, new hopes and new future.

In this regard, Amazon is a blank, thousands of years of life are repeated every day, think about it feel terrible.

Diana shakes her glass and doesn't want to talk about it.

Luke didn't mean to go on either. Instead, he asked,

"Can you introduce me to the gods of Olympus?"

"You are also interested in myths and legends," Diana said in surprise

Luke shook his head. "I'm asking about the real God, not the story that's spread in books."

"The civilization history of the earth is much longer than we think. According to the information I collected, there are four civilization systems in the past ten thousand years. Each civilization has a God. Olympus, represented by the ancient Greek civilization, is one of them. Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Ares and so on are real characters."

"Diana, I wonder how these gods were born?"

Diana thought for a moment and shook her head slightly,

"My mother once said that the history before the gods was blank. Later, I don't know why, the Earth Goddess appeared. She nurtured the God of the sky, and combined with the God of the sky to give birth to many children. These children and their descendants became gods. As for how they were born, I don't know."

Luke laughs, "so the gods are unknown."

Diana shrugged. "That's understandable."

"Well, let's drink to the unknown."

The glasses collided with each other, making a clear sound. The wine was strong, and Diana spoke more,

"Heaven island has an underground palace that records the history of the gods. If you are interested, you can have a look inside."

"I'm looking forward to that day, and I'll invite you to be my guide," Luke said casually

"No problem."

Diana patted her chest and said with extraordinary boldness,

"With me, no one can hurt you."

As the night deepened, the laughter in the room did not stop. Unconsciously, the place of conversation changed from windowsill to bedroom. Six bottles of red wine came to the bottom, and Diana's eyes were full of confusion.

Every man is drunk when he is not drunk.

Luke kicks the bottle open, walks up to her and kisses her gently.

Diana gave up without pushing. Luke picked her up and put her on the bed, staring straight at her pretty face,

"Look at me."

Her eyes looked at each other. For a moment, Diana felt that her soul seemed to leave her body and mingled with Luke's soul. That feeling was unprecedented.

There was a muffled sound in the room.

Two people are like firewood and fire, burning madly under the stimulation of alcohol, the combination of meat and meat, the blend of spirit and spirit, the gasp sometimes high, sometimes depressed.

The robot stops at the door of the bedroom and looks at it suspiciously, flashing its electronic eyes, showing curiosity and loss. It doesn't leave until the sound is over.

The night passes quietly. Unconsciously, the sun rises and hangs in the sky.

On the chaotic bed, Diana, who was sleeping soundly, opened her eyes and didn't know what to think of. She quickly opened the quilt and was stunned when she saw the scene inside.

"The gods are up. What have I done?"

She covered her head, embarrassed, angry and embarrassed. She carefully looked to the side. She didn't see anyone. She was relieved.

"Well, it's just a dream."

"Yes, it's just a dream. It's all dreams. Nothing happened."

Diana constantly comforted herself, constantly warned herself, inexplicable, die lingering picture like a kaleidoscope, the mood can not stop boiling up.

"It's over. It's not a dream."

What the hell is going on?

Diana's face is crazy and she can't understand what happened last night.

She likes mature men who are honest, brave and single-minded. She hates conspirators and scum men most. Luke Shaw is the representative of such characters. They will never become friends. However, reality slaps her hard.

Drunken promiscuity, or something

"No, I can't stay here."

Diana listened to the voice in the room. After making sure that Luke was not there, she quickly put on her clothes, picked up arms and medicine, and returned to Washington. When she got home, she was more and more embarrassed. Last night's experience was like a magic spell hovering in her mind. Flesh and soul are compatible. You have me and I have you. That kind of feeling is unprecedented.

Inexplicably, the body is a little hot.

Diana took a deep breath and forced herself to forget these things. She went to the mirror and smeared the hair conditioner on her eyebrows and scalp. The cool feeling came and her hair and eyebrows grew outward.

Half an hour later, cool feeling disappeared, hair more than doubled, eyebrows also more than the charm of the past.

"What a powerful effect."

At this speed, it only takes two days to change back to the previous appearance. The only headache is the skin. She doesn't like the skin color at all, although this kind of skin is what many women dream of having.

After a day's rest at home, Diana went back to the museum to work. In order not to attract attention, she put on her hat. Even so, her good friend Barbara Minerva was shocked,

"You... You went to the beauty salon?"

"No, just a little bit of an accident."

Diana put on her gloves and began the restoration of cultural relics. She is a master in this field. No matter how seriously damaged the historical relics are, they can be restored as before by her hands.

Barbara Minerva looked at her carefully and lifted her hat to look inside,

"Not only did you do laser rejuvenation, but also cut your hair. You won't fall in love, will you?"

"Well, Barbara, don't disturb my work."

Barbara refused to give up and asked like a jerk,

"Tell me who they are, their looks, height, age, and what they do. I'll help you to have a look."

Diana had no choice but to explain patiently,

"I can seriously answer you that it was an accident that you didn't fall in love."

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

Barbara curled her lips, "before you were always dead, except for work or work, today is totally different, look at you now, youthful vitality, high spirited, eyebrow melancholy also spread, like a different person."