Why Did You Have to Be So Even-Tempered?

"Boss, the door won't open."

There was already a hint of foreboding in Old Li's voice.

Lin Yan sensed something was wrong.

He released the little beauty from his arms, stepped barefoot onto the thick, soft carpet, stood up, and snapped his fingers.

The Sofas and beds scattered around them all sank into the floor at the same time.

Lin Yan's gaze passed over Old Chen and Old Li and landed on Wuma Xiu, who was holding Fat Orange Cloud.

He bowed and said, "I apologize for any shortcomings in my hospitality, esteemed guest."

He was indeed shaken when he first saw Wuma Xiu.

He initially thought it was just his heart racing when he saw the beautiful woman.

Looking back now, that tremor was clearly a warning from the Divine Blood flowing within him.

Qin Jiu was self-aware enough to know that he was just an ordinary person, so Lin Yan's "distinguished guest" was naturally meant for Xiaojiu.

He remembered the Wine Gourd.

If someone possesses such a magical wine, then their background must be extraordinary.

He turned to look at the other person, only to find that the other person had a "finally, I don't have to pretend anymore" expression on their face.

Despite Lin Yan's overtures, Wuma Xiu ignored him and instead looked at Old Chen and Old Li first.

Do you remember the agreement we made before?

Old Chen and Old Li's backs stiffened at the same time.

They remembered the promise.

The other person, with tears in their eyes, said, "I'm a follower of God of Wine; he will bring Divine Punishment upon me." They laughed and replied, "If he really would respond to you, then let him come."

At the time, I just thought it was a ridiculous threat from a child.

Now, however, it's like a cold finger, slowly and deliberately touching their spines.

Could it be that the other party can truly summon the God of Wine?

Old Chen and Old Li started trembling.

At that moment, they had no idea that the other was God of Wine.

The God of Wine is often depicted in Blue Robe and white crown, with a Wine Gourd hanging from his waist, looking dashing and unrestrained.

But those Gods who truly know him understand.

The true nature of this God of Wine differed slightly from his outward appearance.

For example, God of Wine is actually a little vengeful.

Those who owed him wine, even after tens of thousands of years, he could still dig up old debts to collect from them.

For example, God of Wine enjoys playing harmless jokes with his friends, occasionally pulling pranks, and then smilingly apologizing after seeing the other person both amused and exasperated.

If the joke went too far, he wouldn't panic. He would pull out a small musical instrument from his sleeve, pluck a few notes, and play a tune that would calm anyone who heard it.

"Please... please forgive us for our past mistakes and let us go."

Old Li's knees buckled first, and he knelt on the carpeted floor.

He crawled around, his forehead almost touching the ground.

Even the boss calls him a distinguished guest and even bows to him; he's not someone a nobody like him could afford to offend.

Then, recalling that the other party could summon the Gods, perhaps he was the son of God of Wine or something similar.

Seeing this, Old Chen hurriedly knelt down as well, speaking rapidly as if he were about to spill beans, afraid that if he spoke too slowly, the person would be gone.

"It was all our fault before, but please forgive us since we haven't made things difficult for you along the way."

Although Old Chen and Old Li were greedy, they weren't stupid.

Throughout the journey, they not only refrained from abusing the two boys, but they also barely uttered a harsh word to them. Of course, if they had actually done those things, they probably wouldn't be alive today.

"No, I am a God who keeps his promises."

Wuma Xiu looked at the two Space Pirates crawling on the ground, stretched out a hand, and ran it over their heads.

"In the name of God of Wine, I grant you death."

The moment those words were spoken, Old Chen and Old Li felt as if the sky had fallen.

God of Wine.

He is not the son of God of Wine, nor is he God of Wine's Divine Envoy, nor is Divine Scion.

He is the real God of Wine This Venerable.

The boy they "picked up" from the woods, huddled in the corner of the bed trembling, with red eyes saying, "I am a follower of God of Wine," was God of Wine.

Not only did they audaciously tie a Gods to their boat, but they also made outrageous remarks in front of him.

OMG!

God of Wine, why do you have such a good temper?

When you first met them, if you had only unleashed a fraction of your divine power, they would not have dared to offend you. They would have knelt down and slapped themselves eight hundred times to express their remorse for offending the Gods.

For no apparent reason, the phrase "we've hit the jackpot" flashed through Old Chen and Old Li's minds again.

Yes, they really hit the jackpot.

The kind of incredible luck that leaves you battered and bruised, shattered to pieces.

If they could turn back time, the first thing they'd want to do is grab their past selves, who are walking into the woods, and scream hysterically.

"Don't go! If you go, I'll strangle you right now!"

However, time cannot be reversed for two ants.

No matter how much regret they feel, they cannot change the Fate that has already been sealed.

Old Chen and Old Li are gone.

The thick, soft carpet was still on the floor, and the air was still filled with that vulgar, smoky scent.

The spot where the two people had been kneeling was now empty.

Qin Jiu stood there, stunned.

God of Wine?

Is his Xiaojiu the God of Wine?

When Qin Jiu heard the news, his first thought was that the other person wouldn't be able to go to Landon Star with him.

When he came to his senses, he realized that his thought was extremely disrespectful.

That's the God of Wine, how could he possibly go to Landon Star with me?

Wuma Xiu released his grip, and the Fat Orange Cloud unfurled, transforming into a fluffy, soft cloud couch that supported him.

"Before I came, they kept telling me that I was the Demigod's Son."

"But, Demigod's Son really that powerful?"

The way Wuma Xiu looked at Lin Yan was as if he were looking at a fallen leaf blown to his feet by the wind.

He could sense a trace of Divine Blood within the other party, confirming that the other party was indeed a genuine Demigod's Son.

However, the aura of this Divine Blood was far too thin.

In an era where Gods coexisted, such a Demigod's Son did not even have the right to meet the Gods.

As soon as those two sentences were uttered, Lin Yan stood up.

The Divine Blood within him was screaming wildly.

Lin Yan bowed to Wuma Xiu, placed his right hand on his left chest in a gesture of respect, and as he lowered his head, a faint silver glint flashed from the lip piercing at the corner of his lips.

"Not impressive at all. Compared to you, I'm nothing but dust."

Seeing the other party so easily give in, Wuma Xiu's mind was filled with a barrage of thoughts.

Why did you surrender so easily?

[What are you so scared of? Just summon your Demigod father. Even though your Demigod father can't beat me, he can summon his god father.]

[Then, after you summon the God of Fire, you will despairingly discover that I am friends with the God of Fire.]

[Then I can sit here and watch you all get beaten up and scream in pain.]

[Host, you're overthinking it. He's just a Demigod's Son, how dare he disrespect you?]

Now, the system, which constantly monitors its host, couldn't help but reply.