Why Were Gods Always Coveting Me?

Wuma Xiu watched as Li Xisheng's figure gradually dissipated in the Divine Power. The boy's reluctant eyes seemed to still be reflected in his mind. In addition, the other party's faith in him was very pure, so he unconsciously stood for a while longer. Only when the last wisp of Divine Power dissolved into the air did he turn his gaze away.

He turned around to face the God of Time, raised his chin, and said:

"Alright, the person's gone. Now, tell me, what do you want?"

Wuma Xiu was genuinely curious.

This Buddha, who had been silent for countless millennia and was usually so quiet he wouldn't utter a sound, surprisingly declared today that he had "major secrets" to tell.

That would be a huge deal.

Could it be that something went wrong with the River of Time and he needs to help? But with his small arms and legs, he'd probably be swept away by the River of Time if he went in, and then the other party would have to come and rescue him personally.

Or has the God of Fate pulled some shady trick again? Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Shi decided to consult with himself, so that one of the two gods would put a sack over his head, and the other would be responsible for the beating?

This is really great!

Unfortunately, the God of Fate is a cunning one; he might have already escaped before they even got there.

Wuma Xiu's mind raced, even rehearsing absurd scenarios like "the God of Time might join forces with him to take down the God of Fate," but he never expected to receive such a response.

I want your 'Reunion'.

Wuma Xiu nodded subconsciously, but halfway through, his neck was suddenly caught.

What?

Did he hear that right?

"The 'Reunion' you're talking about, is it the one I brewed? The 'Reunion' I brewed myself? The one that was named 'Reunion' by fire?"

Just to be on the safe side, Wuma Xiu insisted on asking again, afraid that he might have misunderstood.

After all, the word "Reunion" is too common.

What if they were talking about something else entirely?

What if they just meant it literally, and simply wanted to Reunion with someone?

Although the probability of this taciturn person actively wanting to Reunion with someone is even lower than the probability of the God of Fate changing his profession to become a benevolent benefactor.

But what if?

The God of Time remained unmoved and spoke again:

"Yes, that's it."

Wuma Xiu's gaze towards the God of Time instantly changed.

That look in his eyes conveyed a complex emotion. "I've known you for so long, but only today did I realize you're such a god."

Is this what he calls "top secret"?

Wuma Xiu stood there, his mind racing for three seconds, before finally understanding what he meant.

What "secret"? What "unspeakable to ordinary people"?

Could it be that this person was too embarrassed to speak up in front of Li Xisheng?

Once this conclusion took root in Wuma Xiu's mind, it could never be uprooted, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

He looked the God of Time up and down, his face expressionless, and he almost burst out laughing inside.

That's right. The mighty God of Time, who controls the River of Time and overlooks the birth and death of all things, usually wears a cold and aloof expression, treating everyone with the attitude of "you mortals are all ants."

For such a god to ask him for a drink with that perpetually icy face is just jarring. Especially in front of someone else, he simply can't bring himself to say it.

He understands.

However, this did not stop Wuma Xiu from finding the whole thing extremely funny.

After laughing for a while, Wuma Xiu said again, "Don't you not drink? Besides, what if you get drunk and mess up the time again?"

Wuma Xiu remembered perfectly well that the God of Time never touched alcohol.

I absolutely do not touch alcohol.

God of Wine had a wide circle of friends, and almost everyone he considered worthy of his acquaintances had been invited to his drinking party.

Needless to say, the God of Fire would often drink with him, their arms around each other's shoulders, calling each other brothers. Even those usually serious gods had been coaxed and persuaded into having a few drinks by him.

Even if the other person still has a stern face after finishing the drink, at least they're willing to admit it's "acceptable."

The only exception God of Time. Every time the God of Wine excitedly runs to the Temple of Time with his wine jar, the other god never drinks from it.

At first, God of Wine was still not convinced, thinking that the wine he brought was not right and did not suit the other party's taste.

Later, he tried different wines: strong ones, mild ones, sweet fruit wines, and mellow aged wines, but the other party was not satisfied with any of them.

God of Wine was determined to brew a wine that would perfectly suit the recipient's taste.

For this reason, he even secretly soaked in the River of Time.

However, the God of Time noticed that every time he was pulled out of the water, his face was black.

However, God of Wine thought it was because the other party was a taciturn person who didn't even utter a word of reproach.

And he himself is the type of person who'll take any opportunity to do whatever he's asked, so he'll still go for it when the time comes.

One day, he felt an endless silence in the River of Time.

It was around that time that he created "Time".

The God of Wine painstakingly brewed two jars, but the God of Time still didn't drink them, only placing one jar in his Pocket Watch.

That day, God of Wine got "angry" and started throwing a tantrum.

She seemed unable to tolerate his "unreasonable behavior" any longer and told him the truth.

At that time, God of Wine realized that the God of Time could not be drunk, because if he were, time might go awry.

Legend has it that in the very distant past, the God of Time once drank wine for some reason.

Just that one time, the flow of time in the human world was disrupted for three days.

In some places, a century passes in an instant. An elderly person with white hair watches helplessly as their skin becomes smooth in a few breaths, and then quickly ages again.

In some places, a century passes in the blink of an eye; a newborn baby becomes an elderly person in the blink of an eye, without even having finished a drop of milk...

Cause and effect are reversed, and the timeline is disordered.

After that, the God of Time never touched a drop of wine again.

After learning of this, even if the God of Time wanted to drink, the God of Wine wouldn't allow it.

Therefore, Wuma Xiu understands better than anyone that it's impossible for the God of Time to ask him for wine.

Moreover, what the other party specifically requested was a "Reunion".

There was only one jar of "Reunion" left, which he had prepared as a gift for Old Self.

As it turned out, they all set their sights on them, one by one.

Wuma Xiu rolled his eyes inwardly.

Why is it that every god is watching his "Reunion"?

He mentally prepared a line for the "Reunion".

"Reunion": Why are there always gods coveting me?

Wuma Xiu went through the thought in his mind and almost laughed at himself, but now was clearly not the time to laugh.