What Happened to Me?

Wuma Xiu's gaze passed over Lin Yan's shoulder and landed on the crimson bronze Spear behind him, its surface gleaming with flame patterns. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes, and a slight smile played on his lips as he spoke in a light, airy tone:

"Are you here to challenge me?"

Lin Yan turned his head following his gaze and saw the beloved gun on his back; his pupils suddenly contracted.

Without a word, he took the gun off his back and threw it on the ground with a clatter, as if throwing a hot iron.

That was Demigod Artifact that he had nurtured for a long time. Normally, he would wash his hands before even touching it. Now, he threw it on the ground, and the gun made two aggrieved buzzing sounds. He then used his toe to push it away from him, making it even further away.

"Your God of Wine, that's not the case at all. I simply enjoy carrying it around; it's a habit, and I just forgot to take it off for a moment. Please don't overthink it."

Fighting God of Wine?

Putting aside whether he could win or not, even if the Father God didn't kill him, he would still be severely injured.

"All right."

Wuma Xiu withdrew his gaze, but the smile on his lips remained. This Demigod had only heard him mention it once, yet he was so frightened that he had even thrown away his beloved gun; his terrified appearance made it seem as if Wu Maxiu had directly sentenced him to death.

It's quite fun.

He wanted to tease her a bit more, but suddenly sensed a very familiar Divine Power approaching at an astonishing speed.

He abandoned his joking thoughts, turned to the side, and waved in Qin Jiu's direction.

A layer of Divine Power shield enveloped Qin Jiu.

The next second.

The entire sky was dyed a dazzling crimson.

The appearance of the god of God of Fire is often accompanied by unbearable heat, with everything around it melting and turning a deep red.

A domineering, fiery, and furious divine power descended from the sky.

Wuma Xiu sat on the Fat Orange Cloud without even moving a muscle. The shield he had placed on Qin Jiu also isolated her from all the high temperature and pressure.

Qin Jiu stood inside the shield, nervously hugging Fat Orange tightly.

Lin Yan grunted, his knees bent, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his Demigod bloodline was strong enough that he regained his balance after a moment.

Lin Yan was the one who suffered the most.

The Divine Blood within him was far too thin, not even one ten-thousandth of the God of Fire's bloodline. This divine might from the God of Fire This Venerable was no longer a pressure to him, but rather torture.

His blood was boiling wildly in his veins, even breathing was painful, his vision was blurred, and he could hear nothing but the frantic pounding of his own heart.

It's so painful, so incredibly painful.

Lin Yan wanted to faint, but the domineering divine power gave him no chance to escape. He didn't even have the freedom to faint; he could only consciously endure the burning pain of his boiling blood.

The God of Fire has descended.

He stood barefoot in the room where molten iron was flowing, a ball of crimson-gold divine fire already gathered in his hand, intending to burn the madman to ashes.

However, when his gaze pierced through the scorching air and he saw the face before him, the flame in his palm suddenly froze.

The surrounding divine power vanished because of this moment of distraction.

In the brief moment he was stunned, Wuma Xiu jumped down from the Fat Orange Cloud and gave him a big hug.

"My friend, after tens of thousands of years, we meet again."

After saying that, Wuma Xiu quickly realized that something was wrong.

He's too short in his current form; his head barely reaches God of Fire's waist. Picking him up would be more like a child hugging an adult than a pleasant surprise, completely lacking any imposing presence.

Unwise.

He was about to use his Divine Power to make himself taller.

Suddenly, God of Fire bent down, put his hands under his armpits, and lifted him up like a child, so that he was at eye level with him.

He looked at the chubby little face so close to his own, and a rare look of excitement appeared on his face:

"My dear friend, I didn't expect to see you here."

Wuma Xiu patted God of Fire's hand and said:

"Put me down."

Although it wasn't uncommon for me to be lifted up by the other side at the God of Fire Hall, there were people here now.

His friends Qin Jiu, the Fat Orange dog, Lin Yan, and Lin Yan all stared at him with wide eyes. Did he still have any dignity as the God of God of Wine?

God of Fire was still marveling at the light weight in his hand, and he weighed it in his hand.

My friend's petite figure and chubby face are truly rare.

He replied calmly, "I won't let go."

Wuma Xiu's eyes darted around, then he buried his face in God of Fire's shoulder and sobbed, "I've been bullied."

The God of Fire did not speak, but the surrounding flames suddenly rose several feet higher.

Who?

Who was so blind as to dare bully his friend?

He looked down at the God of Wine curled up in his arms.

It's possible that he's become so small because his Divine Power is insufficient, and he can only barely maintain this form. Just how much suffering did his friend endure before he arrived?

Wuma Xiu extended one finger and pointed it backward.

The finger pointed at Lin Yan, who was trying to shrink himself into a crack in the ground.

"It's him. He tied me up. If you hadn't come, he would have sold me."

God of Fire's gaze fell on Lin Yan.

Lin Yan opened his mouth, countless excuses flashing through his mind.

He tried to speak, but only a short, labored breath escaped his throat. Then he was gone, turning into a faint streak of crimson-gold light, which was completely burned away by the God of Fire god's divine fire.

Lin Yan: Peanuts for me.

God of Fire frowned slightly as he looked at the remaining sparks on his fingertips.

Just now, at the moment that person was burned to ashes, I did sense an aura of his own Divine Blood emanating from him.

Although it was pitifully thin, it was indeed Divine Scion of his lineage. No, such a weak Divine Scion certainly wasn't the arrogant scoundrel mentioned in the letter.

He turned to look at Lin Yan, whose face was ashen, and asked in a deep voice, "Yan'er, where is that arrogant scoundrel you mentioned?"

Lin Yan's mind was racing.

It's all over, it...

What can he say in this situation?

Are you suggesting he confess on the spot, "Respected Father God, there is actually no arrogant person at all. It was all just that God of Wine in your arms was bored and making fun of you. And the one you just burned was my dear grandson, Lin Yan?"

Lin Yan: Everyone watching, do you think I'll survive to the next chapter?