Fat Orange, You've Ruined Me
Facing the God of Fire's dark red eyes, which seemed to be spitting fire, it was impossible for Qin Jiu not to feel fear.
Even though he could appear fearless in the face of the Space Pirates who had captured him, the one standing before him was a true Gods, the This Venerable of God of Fire who wielded flames and could incinerate everything in an instant.
This level of existence is far beyond what an ordinary person like him can achieve.
But then the words of God of Wine echoed in his mind.
He was a follower of God of Wine, and a friend whom God of Wine himself acknowledged.
He cannot back down.
He withdrew, but he God of Wine.
"God of Fire Vulcan, I am Qin Jiu, the wine of God of Wine."
Qin Jiu had previously been tormented by illness and looked sickly, but now that he was free from those pains, he showed an unprecedented resilience.
Lin Yan's opinion of Qin Jiu changed somewhat.
Before the enraged Father God, not to mention mortals, even he, a Demigod, had to kneel down without hesitation.
This human being was able to stand up straight and speak, and even do so with neither arrogance nor servility.
The person does seem alright.
No wonder His God of Wine treats him differently.
God of Fire's facial features also visibly softened.
The other person didn't cower behind God of Wine's shield, nor did they act arrogantly because of God of Wine's protection; he could barely acknowledge that. Not bad. If someone had actually given up under his friend's protection, they wouldn't have been worth his friend's attention at all.
"Meow--"
A loud, clear meow shattered the brief peace.
Fat Orange poked its round head out from Qin Jiu's arms, its golden cat eyes fixed on the red-haired man in front of it who had ill intentions towards its owner.
In its eyes, this fiery creature had been glaring at its useless master ever since, giving him a look that seemed to want to burn him to ashes.
Although its owner is a bit of a coward and stingy, he still chases it all over the house every time it steals a drink.
However, the other party would still prepare dried fish for it and pour the wine they had painstakingly brewed into a specially made wine jar for it.
Sure enough, without its Fat Orange tabby, its useless owner would definitely be bullied.
Look, now even those who bullied us are coming right up to us.
The useless owner can tolerate it, but this Fat Orange cat can't.
Fat Orange kicked off with its hind legs and jumped off Qin Jiu's arms. It pawed at the metal floor a couple of times with its four paws, baring its teeth as it lunged at God of Fire.
It wants to save face for the owner of the useless item.
At that moment Qin Jiu's heart skipped a beat.
Of course he knew his Fat Orange cat was very bold.
She dared to steal wine, dared to scratch him with her claws, and dared to sleep sprawled out on his bed like a cat blanket.
But he never expected the cat to be this bold.
That was the God of Fire, the Gods who wielded flames, whose fiery aura was enough to melt steel.
If your cat ever steps outside the area covered by the Divine Power the God of Wine, it will be roasted into cat jerky by the high temperature in the next second.
Qin Jiu reached out to grab it, but grasped at empty air; the orange figure had already rushed out without hesitation.
At the crucial moment, Wuma Xiu reacted quickly, grabbing the Fat Orange Fate by the scruff of its neck and scooping it into his arms.
With the other hand, I naturally covered the Fat Orange's back, running it down from the nape of its neck to the base of its tail.
The moment the Fat Orange's neck was grabbed, its four paws were still in a pouncing posture. The next second, it collapsed into a round, chubby cat pancake in Wuma Xiu, too lazy to even move the tip of its tail.
"Be good."
Wuma Xiu lowered his head and flicked its nose, his voice tinged with amusement. The Fat Orange let out a reluctant whimper, still feeling annoyed.
How could this happen? Fat Orange Lord clearly wanted to save face for his useless master.
But its body wouldn't obey its commands; the cat was completely immersed in the ultimate comfort of being stroked.
Fat Orange just wants to stay sprawled out like this forever.
Qin Jiu wasn't the only one startled by the Fat Orange; Lin Yan was too.
He stared wide-eyed at the orange creature sprawled like a cat in God of Wine's arms, the shock in his mind even overshadowing the lingering fear of being brutally beaten by his father.
God knows how much he was shocked when he saw that cat dare to show its claws to his father.
A cat, just an ordinary house cat, dared to pounce on his own father, the god. In all his years, he had never felt that his courage was less than that of a cat.
God of Fire glanced at the Fat Orange in Wuma Xiu.
Surprisingly, he did not get angry.
God of Fire's dark red eyes fell on the Fat Orange cat that was sprawled out like a pancake, and his gaze carried a faint hint of appreciation.
"This cat is quite nice."
For many years, apart from those fellow Gods, all other living beings have avoided him, and even the Demigods under his command tremble in fear before him.
This is the first cat to dare bare its teeth and claws at him.
This courage is far superior to that of some good-for-nothings who kneel on the ground and don't even dare to lift their heads.
God of Fire admires courageous creatures.
A house cat's claws raised against an invincible opponent to protect its owner carry more weight than a thousand flattering words.
He especially admired that kind of all-or-nothing courage.
Knowing defeat was inevitable, knowing death was certain, he still charged forward without hesitation. This almost foolish courage was so similar to the flame he wielded.
"Of course, it swatted a grown man away with one paw to save me. Although it misunderstood the situation, such a brave cat is rare. Don't you think so, Fat Orange?"
Wuma Xiu lifted the Fat Orange up, his eyes filled with smugness.
He lifted the Fat Orange under its armpits, its round belly facing outwards, and it swung its limbs in the air a couple of times before letting out a proud "meow."
[That's right, if Fat Orange Lord says he'll protect you, he will.]
The Fat Orange is very pleased with itself.
Out of the corner of its eye, it saw its owner still standing there dumbfounded, and it suddenly remembered something.
"Meow~ woof~"
Fat Orange shouted loudly in Qin Jiu's direction.
[You useless master, hurry up and come here! This is Bedmate that Fat Orange Lord painstakingly found for you. Before, you thought she was too small and couldn't bring yourself to do it, but now that she's grown up, you should be satisfied, right? Fat Orange Lord keeps his word; he promised to find you a bed warmer, and he definitely will.]
After he shouted that, there was a full three seconds of silence.
Feeling those gazes, Qin Jiu stood still, her neck and ears turning a visibly red flush.
He feels like banging his head against a wall right now.
Qin Jiu: Fat Orange, why did you hurt me?