Let's Make a Deal

Wuma Xiu only said "Fate" and didn't mention the words "God of Fate" because he was afraid that the bastard would sense that he was cursing him and come over.

If this matter really attracts him, then there will be no room for negotiation today; things will immediately explode.

However, he could still curse in his heart.

God of Fate.

When he finally sees his beloved Goddess of Beauty, he'll definitely urge her to go and hook up with that bastard.

It would be best to fish him out!

Lure him into a trap, then firmly reject him at the end!

As for whether the Goddess of Beauty agrees or not?

Please, although the Goddess of Beauty is outwardly his confidante, it's all for show.

In private, that's Old Self.

We're all Old I Old Self now; so many years of friendship can be summed up in a single sentence.

Huh?

Etc.

An utterly absurd guess popped into Wuma Xiu's mind.

Could it be... that the God of Fate, after all this scheming, ultimately just wanted to get the Goddess of Beauty to seduce him?

No way?

Is this really that outrageous?

He's, after all, a God of Fate, in charge of the trajectories of all living beings, a deity who weaves the Deities of fate.

Surely it can't be that outrageous?

Reason told Wuma Xiu that this guess was utterly absurd. How could the God of Fate, a high-ranking Deities who governs the fate of all things, go through such a long and complicated process, just to have the Goddess of Beauty seduce him?

But his intuition kept ringing in his head.

Don't doubt it, that bastard is really capable of doing it.

Moreover, the other party can see Fate.

If that's the case, then he should also be able to foresee the future where the Goddess of Beauty abandons him.

Then why pull this stunt?

That bastard, if he doesn't have some special hobby, is he perhaps trying to keep fleecing him forever?

Wuma Xiu's lips twitched, and he suppressed this absurd thought for the time being.

There's still a mystery waiting for him to uncover.

Seeing that the God of Time remained silent for a long time, he became somewhat anxious.

"Back then, we were friends." Wuma Xiu leaned forward, his tone suddenly softening, adopting a candid manner. "The God of Fate is an outsider; you don't know him well. Are you really going to side with him this time and not help me?"

He decided to try appealing to people's emotions.

The God of Time prefers quiet.

Wuma Xiu knew exactly what was going on.

Previously, every time he went to the Temple of Time, he would sit down next to the god and start chattering incessantly, but the God of Time never asked him to leave.

He would nod occasionally and respond with a sound.

He's probably the only one who can act so recklessly in the Temple of Time.

The other person must really like him as a friend, right?

What the system did might seem like a huge sin to outsiders, but for Shi, it could be a big or small matter.

Just like in this world, some people work their hardest, but without a bit of luck and fortune, how can they compete with those who are born into privilege?

The system's disruption of time is indeed wrong, but the power of judgment rests with the God of Time.

If he says forget it, then forget it.

The God of Time remained silent for a long time, so long that Wuma Xiu was about to shout, "Old Self, help!" when the other party put away the Pocket Watch.

"I do have something to say."

Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

If they're willing to set conditions, then there's room for negotiation.

He released his grip, looked down at the small ball of light in his heart, and said, "You should go back now."

The system took a deep breath, even though it had no lungs. The entire matchstick-shaped system flickered with excitement, tears streaming down its face. If it had tear ducts, it would probably be crying like a small fountain by now.

[Host, you're the best. I've decided, I'll follow you from now on.]

In fact, the system had already made a decision the moment its host gathered it into his palm and protected it with Divine Power.

As long as it's still around, it'll stick with that person.

After all, such a good host is hard to find even with a lantern; where is it going to pick up another one?

"Then I look forward to guiding you for the rest of your life, Commander."

The system returned to Wuma Xiu's body and replied.

[Host, please guide me for the rest of my life.]

Wuma Xiu sent the system in and discovered that he actually had something else in his hand.

Huh, what's this?

Wuma Xiu had a very small notebook in his hand, with no words on the cover.

He was about to open it for a glance when he heard the God of Time speak. Drawn away by this, Wuma Xiu put the notebook away first.

For him, the most urgent task is of course the God of Time.

"I want..."

The God of Time had just begun to speak when he suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.

He realized that besides his friend God of Wine, there was another outsider present.

From the moment he left until now, Li Xisheng has been almost invisible, obediently staying behind Wuma Xiu like a shadow.

"The wine... what follows involves top secrets, and he, a mere mortal, cannot hear about it."

Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu turned around, revealing Li Xisheng, whom he had been protecting.

The other person had their head down, their hands covering their ears completely, as if they had been doing so from the moment they began their conversation with the God of Time.

There are some things you should never hear.

Li Xisheng understood this principle better than anyone else.

Moreover, it was a conversation between two Gods. If you heard it, you probably wouldn't live long.

He also wanted to worship God of Wine.

The longer the better, ideally long enough that even at the end of this life, they can continue into the next.

Wuma Xiu stroked the other's head again.

Li Xisheng was slightly taken aback. He raised his head and met the smiling gaze of the God of Wine.

Wuma Xiu gestured with his chin, indicating that he should take his hands off his ears.

"I promised your father I would make sure you returned home safely. I'll take you home first."

Li Xisheng looked at him, his eyes filled with reluctance.

He had finally managed to see the person, but before he could even exchange a few words, they had to part ways again. He knew he really didn't belong here any longer. Besides, his father and two older brothers must be frantic with worry after his mysterious disappearance for so long.

"Good."

Li Xisheng nodded obediently, without asking any further questions.

Wuma Xiu raised his hand, and a gentle Divine Power enveloped the boy.

Li Xisheng felt the light and shadows shift before his eyes, and the figures in front of him gradually blurred in his vision.

Over there, the Li Clan Head was pacing back and forth, his heart in his throat, hoping and hoping. Every time there was the slightest movement around him, he would look up, only to be disappointed each time.

He wasn't unhurried.

How could a father not be afraid when his son suddenly disappears right under his nose?

But whenever that anxiety and unease surged up, he would silently repeat it to himself.

That was a god, the God of Wine who protected them from the Li Clan.

Since God has promised, He will surely send His Sheng'er back safely.

Yes, I believe in God.

Sheng'er will surely return safely.

Just as I was thinking this, a flash of light appeared before my eyes, and a familiar figure appeared out of thin air in the courtyard.

The Li Clan Head stood frozen in place, and the moment he saw the person's face clearly, his throat tightened. The anxiety and worry that had been building up for so long surged up at this moment, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Father, I'm back."

Li Xisheng stepped forward and opened his arms to embrace the Li Clan Head.