My friend, you have the nerve to bring that up?

It's stopped, it's finally stopped.

Lin Yan felt the rain of fists stop falling and almost immediately sprang up from the ground.

He used his Divine Power to directly restore his injuries and clothing.

In just a few breaths, Lin Yan returned to his usual appearance, at least on the surface.

After all, besides the two Gods, there was also an ordinary human and a cat in this cabin.

As Demigod, he still needs to maintain a certain level of dignity.

However, though she maintained a composed demeanor on the surface, her mind was in turmoil.

Lin Yan glanced at Qin Jiu out of the corner of his eye, secretly gritting his teeth.

If this human hadn't been connected to God of Wine, he would have secretly assassinated him to silence him; he absolutely had to silence him.

Having lived to such an old age, and now a Demigod of considerable standing, he was actually witnessed by a mortal being brutally beaten to the ground by his father.

If word gets out, how will he ever be able to maintain his reputation in the Demigod realm?

In future gatherings, when the other Demigods talk about the blessings and oracles of their own Gods, what will he say when it's his turn? "I got beaten up by Father God again today, and I was almost seen naked by a mortal!"

But no, absolutely not.

Lin Yan decided to stay home after returning, and stay there for a hundred years until he outlived this human.

God of Fire listened quietly to the sound.

Music may truly possess a magical power, capable of bringing a long-lost sense of peace to someone as volatile as him through its melodies.

His eyes were downcast, and his long, crimson hair was quietly draped over his shoulders.

Without the rhythmic punches of God of Fire as accompaniment, Wuma Xiu quickly lost interest after a few strokes, put the mallets on the marimba, and casually put away all the instruments.

This minor incident is now behind us.

My friend, don't you have anything else to do right now?

Seeing that he had put the musical instrument away, the God of Fire asked a question.

This was already considered extremely tactful for God of Fire.

He's always been straightforward, saying whatever comes to mind. Being asked a question indirectly is a special privilege given by our long-standing friendship.

Wuma Xiu looked at him for a full ten seconds.

In ten seconds, his eyes went from blank to enlightened.

"Oh-right, I just woke up and haven't seen my dearest confidante yet."

God of Fire naturally knew who this confidant he mentioned was.

Isn't she the Goddess of Beauty?

The God of Fire was silent for a moment, and the flames around him that had just subsided showed signs of reigniting.

Seeing the Goddess of Beauty was risky, a risk that made God of Fire avoid Goddess of Beauty at all costs.

He witnessed firsthand how the Water God became a brainless god who couldn't think of anything except the Goddess of Beauty.

He and the Water God used to fight whenever they met; they were incompatible, like fire and water.

But everything changed after the Water God met the Goddess of Beauty at a divine banquet.

That guy never came to fight him again; he no longer had God of Fire as his mortal enemy.

Only the Goddess of Beauty, the Goddess of Beauty Goddess of Beauty are left.

Although this solved a problem for the God of Fire, as no god came to fight him every now and then, things were much quieter.

But every time he saw the Water God's dazed and foolish appearance, he would still get goosebumps all over.

God of Fire did not want his friend to meet the Goddess of Beauty.

Although his friend had said that the Goddess of Beauty was his confidante, and although his friend always returned from the Goddess of Beauty's Palace unharmed and with a normal expression, it seemed that he had not been bewitched by the Goddess of Beauty.

But what if?

What if next time my friend becomes like the Water God, with only thoughts like "The Goddess of Beauty looks so beautiful today," "The Goddess of Beauty spoke to me today," and "The Goddess of Beauty glanced at me more than once today"?

The God of Fire felt a tightness in his chest whenever he thought about the scene; it was even more unbearable than being hit by a giant wave from the Water God.

He would rather his friend were still the same as he is now, running around with his Wine Gourd every day, occasionally coming to the God of Fire Hall to drink with him.

Seeing his father's expression, Lin Yan immediately understood. Having served in the God of Fire Hall for so many years, he knew his father's every subtle expression by heart.

Now his brows were lowered by half an inch than usual, and his lips were pursed even tighter than when he was beating him.

This is clearly an expression of someone who has something stuck in their throat but refuses to say it out loud.

He made a mistake last time, but he certainly won't make the same mistake this time.

Lin Yan stepped forward, his tone earnest:

"Your Holiness God of Wine, the Father God has missed you dearly since your awakening. Would you be so kind as to postpone your visit to Her Holiness the Goddess of Beauty?"

"I heard some time ago that Her Goddess of Beauty summoned the Clan Leader of the tribes she protects. She must be very busy lately. If you were to go now, Her Goddess of Beauty probably wouldn't have much time to catch up with you."

These words not only revealed the god of God of Fire's intentions without seeming deliberate, but also indicated that the Goddess of Beauty had been very busy lately.

God of Fire glanced at him, and for the first time ever, a hint of admiration appeared on his face.

Yan'er, you were finally reliable today.

Wuma Xiu blinked.

He knew better than anyone whether the Goddess of Beauty was busy or not.

However, looking at God of Fire's expression—clearly wanting him to stay but stubbornly refusing to speak—and then at Lin Yan's professionalism—his back almost soaked with cold sweat yet still trying to maintain a smile—it was quite a sight.

He decided to cooperate.

"Oh, since my confidant is so busy, I'll wait a while before seeing him. He can't escape anyway."

Wuma Xiu hung the Wine Gourd on his waist and nodded.

The oppressive aura surrounding God of Fire eased slightly, but before Lin Yan could calm down, God of Fire's expression shifted, his dark red eyes locking onto Wuma Xiu again, his tone carrying a dangerous, ambiguous smile.

"My friend, since you're free now, why don't we settle our accounts again?"

He has no intention of letting today's events go unresolved.

Going to see God of Wine on your own is completely different from being tricked by a letter, arriving in a huff only to find it was a prank by a friend.

Don't tell him about that thing involving kidnapping.

He's not stupid. How could a mere Demigod's Son, whose Divine Blood is probably extremely diluted, possibly bind a god?

If a real fight broke out, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of his clothes.

This whole thing was clearly just a friend making fun of him out of boredom.

Wuma Xiu blinked, slowly took half a step back, and a rare hint of guilt showed on his smile.

He knew God of Fire too well; that tone, that look—it was clearly the prelude to settling scores later.

"My friend, calm down, calm down. Look, I played the piano for you. I've made amends..."

Wuma Xiu raised his hands, a fawning smile on his face, but his feet honestly continued to back away.

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned playing the piano; the moment he did, the fire in God of Fire's heart flared up even more fiercely than when he was beating Lin Yan earlier.

"My friend, how dare you bring this up!"

That music wasn't an apology to him at all.

More importantly, before this, the other party had specially played an entire piece of music for that human, a piece that he had never heard his friend play for him since he woke up.

What gives this mortal the right?

Could it be that in the other person's heart, I am actually less important than them?

The more God of Fire thought about it, the angrier he became. His dark red eyes widened, and his gaze swept over Qin Jiu, who was standing beside Wuma Xiu, like a red-hot branding iron.

If he remembered correctly, the human was already enveloped in a Divine Power shield before he even arrived.

This was obviously put on by his friend beforehand, fearing that his divine power might harm the other party.

Why are you so attentive to a mere mortal you've only known for a few days? Why aren't you this considerate to your old friend?