God of Fire

Qin Jiu pinched the Fat Orange cat's furry cheek, pulled it to the side, and then kneaded it into a ball like dough. The Fat Orange cat's entire face was kneaded into various shapes in his hands.

Its golden cat eyes widened, and it let out an incredulous howl. "Meow~"

[Wait, why does the useless master seem to understand?]

Qin Jiu's hand also paused.

Yeah, how could he understand cat language?

He looked down at his hand, then at the Fat Orange in his palm that was staring at him with the eyes of someone looking at an alien creature, and was momentarily stunned.

"La la la, of course it's all thanks to me! Quickly thank the great God of Wine!"

Wuma Xiu jumped down from the Fat Orange Cloud and stood in front of the person and the cat with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, our great God of Wine."

Qin Jiu subconsciously thanked him, and naturally raised one hand to place on Wuma Xiu's head. When his fingers touched the soft, fluffy hair, he suddenly realized what he had done and froze.

Although he had touched her before, he didn't know Xiaojiu's true identity at that time.

Ignorance is no excuse.

But now that he knows, how could he possibly touch God of Wine's head again?

Qin Jiu tried to pull her hand back, but her wrist was pressed down by another hand.

Wuma Xiu tilted his head back, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth.

"Hehe, it's okay, I know you want to touch it."

For God of Wine, friends are different from ordinary people.

A friend is someone he can cherish and be sincere with.

God of Wine makes friends not based on whether the other person is a god or a man, strong or weak, but only on whether they are pleasing to the eye and compatible.

If he finds something pleasing to the eye, he can squat down and meow at it for ages, even if it's just a cat on the street.

If he doesn't like someone, he'll treat even the King of Heaven as if he doesn't see anything.

This area is home to numerous volcanoes, with churning lava that bursts forth with a burst of scorching white steam with each bubbling.

A figure was soaking in the lava pool, arms draped over the edge, head tilted back, eyes closed in rest.

He was extremely tall, with broad shoulders and a wide back, and taut, well-defined muscles, and a deep tan complexion. His long, fiery red hair, like burning flames, clung wetly to his back and shoulders, the ends of which disappeared into the lava without being damaged.

He has high, prominent brow bones and a flame-like pattern on his forehead.

His nose was straight, and his tightly pursed thin lips exuded a commanding presence.

He is the God of Fire.

Just as God of Fire was enjoying his soak, a small bird engulfed in flames flew in and landed beside him. It tilted its head, shook its wings, and carried a long, thin, grayish-white letter in its beak.

The letter was sealed with a pale gold sealing wax.

"It's Yan'er's Firebird."

God of Fire reached out and took the letter, smeared the sealing wax with his thumb, and suddenly paused.

He lowered his head, brought his face close to the little bird, and his nostrils twitched slightly.

Why does this Firebird smell of alcohol?

The aroma of the wine sent God of Fire's thoughts drifting far away.

He thought of his friend, God of Wine.

Among the Gods, God of Wine is one of the few gods that God of Fire finds agreeable.

His acquaintance with the other party was quite dramatic.

That happened approximately hundreds of thousands of years ago.

At that time, the God of Fire lived alone in the God of Fire Hall, spending his days with lava. He was violent and eccentric, and was most annoyed by gods coming uninvited.

Coincidentally, on that day, he was soaking in a lava pool with his eyes closed, resting.

Suddenly, a series of very light footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by a rich and invigorating aroma of wine.

The God of Fire opened his eyes and saw a deity in Blue Robe and white crown squatting beside his lava pool, carefully probing a wine jar into the lava while chanting incantations:

"This jar needs to be buried in an extremely hot place, the hotter the better, so that the brew will be strong enough..."

He kept rambling on, oblivious to everyone else.

God of Fire stared expressionlessly at the uninvited guest.

His lava pool, the hottest place in the Divine Realm, was a place where even many Gods dared not approach. But this god, without even a word, used it as a wine cellar.

In the past, he would have already set the other person and the jar on fire and thrown them out.

However, he happened to be in a good mood that day.

So he straightened up from the lava and asked:

"What are you doing?"

Upon being discovered, the other party showed no remorse for trespassing in his temple. Instead, he waved the wine jar in his hand at him, smiling openly and brightly, and said:

"Winemaking! I've searched the entire Divine Realm, and only here is the temperature just right. This wine can only be made in a place like this. I apologize for disturbing you."

"By the way, I'm God of Wine, the god of wine. You must be God of Fire, right? Hello."

The face before God of Fire was so sincere that it was impossible to get angry, and the fervor in those eyes even brought him a rare sense of pleasure. He simply leaned against the pool, snorted through his nose, and closed his eyes again, tacitly agreeing.

This tacit agreement has forged a friendship that will last for millennia.

From then on, the God of Wine would run to the God of Fire Hall every few days with his wine jar. He would bring his own good wine, sit on a rock by his lava pool, and chat with him about everything under the sun while shaking his Wine Gourd.

He said, "Everything here is great, it's just too hot. I'll bring you something chilled next time."

At the time, God of Fire scoffed, thinking the other party was exaggerating.

In a land of fire, there is no place for ice.

It's likely that the chilled wine evaporated almost instantly when it came within three feet of the lava.

However, a few days later, the other party actually brought a whole jar of ice wine sealed with Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Jade.

The wine was refreshingly cool as it went down his throat, a miracle in the furnace of the God of Fire Hall. The God of Fire still remembers the amazing sensation of that sip of ice and fire, and he also remembers the proud and smug look on the God of Wine as he sat by the pool, swinging his legs and asking him, "Well, did I keep my word?"

Thinking of God of Wine, God of Fire's lips unconsciously curved into a smile, then he remembered the letter in his hand.

He unfolded the letter, a faint glow appearing on his forehead, then exhaled a breath carrying sparks, and walked barefoot across the lava ashore.

Flames automatically coalesced from beneath his feet into a dark red Robe, with several flowing golden magma patterns hanging from the hem, leaving a trail of flickering flames behind him with each step.

[Father God, may your flame burn forever, may your mighty name awe the universe. Your son, Lin Yan, knows that he should not disturb your peace with such trivial matters.]

But since it concerns my grandson Yan'er's life, I have no choice but to kneel and report.

Today, an unknown Divine Scion barged into my grandson's territory, beat him severely, and threatened to kill him to force me to write this letter and present it to the Father God. He said that if I did not comply, he would take Yan'er life on the spot.

Although my grandson does not contain much of the Father Divine Blood, he is still my offspring. I have failed in raising him and am powerless to protect him, so I can only shamelessly beg the Father God for mercy.

I pray to Gods and save my grandson's life!

God of Fire reading the letter, Vulcan snorted coldly.

That cold laugh, carrying with it the heat of fire, distorted the surrounding air slightly.

The letter was silently swallowed by a crimson-gold flame at his fingertips, leaving not even ashes.

The God of Fire looked at the Firebird trembling under his divine might and commanded in a deep voice:

"Lead the way. I want to see whose Divine Scion dares to slap me in the face like this."

Before she could finish speaking, she seemed to be provoked by the sudden surge of fury emanating from him.

The surrounding volcanoes erupted one after another with tremendous force.

Crimson lava shot into the sky like an angry dragon, turning half the sky a dazzling golden-red.

God of Fire stepped barefoot onto the surging lava.

After leaving the God of Fire Hall God of Fire thought of his friend again.

I heard he woke up recently.

That guy who always shows up uninvited with his Wine Gourd slept much longer than him this time.

After he finishes dealing with Yan'er's matter, he'll go find the other party.

This time, it's his turn to take the initiative and come knocking.