A Hundred Years in the Blink of an Eye

Wuma Xiu mourned for that person for a moment.

Then, after hesitating for 0.0001 seconds, he took the Holy Spirit Grass, suddenly leaned forward, opened his arms, and gave the God of Time a solid hug.

The hug came unexpectedly.

The God of Time froze on the spot, his usually indifferent eyes widening slightly.

Wuma Xiu patted him hard on the back, laughing freely and brightly, his voice filled with unreserved intimacy.

Thanks.

After saying that, he released his grip and crushed the Holy Spirit Grass, sprinkling it into the wine.

The wine instantly bubbled with fine bubbles, and a fragrant aroma rose gently.

Wuma Xiu nodded in satisfaction, then sealed the wine jar and patted it.

He looked at the God of Time, his eyes darting around.

"At that time, I want it to fast forward a hundred years, is that okay?"

The God of Time was defeated by the opponent's bright, yearning eyes.

"This will not happen again."

"OK."

Wuma Xiu handed over the wine jar with a grin.

This is the last time?

How many times has this been said before?

Anyway, he doesn't remember.

The God of Time Pocket Watch pocket watch at the jar of wine and set its time. In a mere instant, the jar of wine completed a period of time that should have taken a hundred years.

One hundred years.

The years that others yearn for are but a gentle turn of the hands of time in the hands of the God of Time.

The God of Time withdrew his hand and said calmly, "That's enough."

Wuma Xiu burst out laughing.

See? This is the benefit of being friends with the God of Time.

A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Saves time and effort, and gets everything done in one step—where else in the world can you find such a convenient friend?

He laughed as he inwardly righteously admitted:

This was actually the main reason he approached the God of Time. As the God of Wine, how could he possibly resist such temptation?

Of course, he would never say this to the other person's face.

Wuma Xiu opened the jar, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.

The scent wasn't as empty and desolate as "Time," nor as intense and lingering as "Reunion." This fragrance was gentle, bringing a sense of comforting peace to those who smelled it.

This jar of wine is for you.

Wuma Xiu picked up the wine jar and held it before the God of Time, his eyes brimming with barely suppressed joy, his tone carrying a hint of smug self-satisfaction.

"Don't worry, you can drink this. You won't get drunk no matter how much you drink."

He was beaming with pride as he said this, as if he were even happier than if he had brewed himself a jar of the finest wine.

Be proud of yourself for having such a good friend who cares about the other person's health and makes sure they don't get drunk, so he specially brewed a jar of wine that you can't get drunk from.

The God of Time looked at the jar of wine offered to him, but hesitated to take it.

He had assumed the other person was simply in the mood and wanted to brew a new jar of wine.

But he never expected that this jar of wine was brewed especially for him.

For billions of years, the God of Time has received countless offerings and prayers. Mortals begged him to grant them more time, Gods asked him to turn a blind eye at certain crucial historical junctures.

The requests were varied and strange, but without exception, they all wanted to take something from him.

No one has ever asked for anything like God of Wine, who only wanted to brew a jar of wine for him.

"This jar of wine doesn't have a name yet, but I can give you the right to name it."

Wuma Xiu moved the wine jar closer, almost touching the nose of the God of Time.

A warm, pleasant fragrance filled the air between the two of them.

He spoke frankly and openly.

But actually, let me tell you a secret.

Actually, Wuma Xiu didn't know how to take it.

He's brewed so many wines that he doesn't have enough names left. Every time he comes up with a name, he racks his brains, and the ideas make his scalp tingle.

So, at some point, he developed a habit of "giving wine and giving away the right to name the item."

He always shifts the blame to his friends, claiming it "gives this jar of wine a more special meaning."

His friends racked their brains to come up with a name for the wine, while he sat beside them, drinking it with a relaxed air—a win-win situation.

Of course, he would never reveal the real reason.

The God of Time lowered his eyes, looked at the jar of wine before him, and reached out to take it.

"Let's call it 'Now'," he said.

Not for the past, not for Reunion, but for this very moment.

"Not bad, then try it now!"

Wuma Xiu was used to hearing various praises from other Gods for his brewed wine. Although he always seemed to enjoy it, to be honest, he had become somewhat accustomed to it.

But the God of Time is different.

The God of Time has never drunk his wine.

Not even once.

People always find things like "first time" particularly meaningful, and Wuma Xiu is no exception.

He was a little nervous.

This emotion was quite foreign to him.

After all, the last time he was this nervous was probably when he brewed the first jar of wine in the Divine Life.

The God of Time took a small sip at first.

Although he believed in God of Wine, he still needed to be cautious about this matter.

The God of Time has not forgotten that distant past.

That was the first and only time he drank alcohol.

At that time, he only took a small sip and became drunk very quickly.

How fast?

Before he could even use his Divine Power to dispel the intoxication, his consciousness began to blur. What followed was three whole days of time chaos in the mortal realm, with the world turning upside down in the blink of an eye, nearly causing a catastrophe.

Since then, he has not touched a drop of alcohol.

The wine enters the mouth and slowly slides down the throat.

The God of Time waited for a while, sensing the changes in his body.

There was no dizziness or lightheadedness; my mind was clear and my thoughts were sharp.

Wuma Xiu had been carefully observing the other party's reaction the whole time.

He moved closer to the other person and carefully observed the eyes of the God of Time. Very good, the pupils were not dilated, the gaze was clear and bright, without the slightest trace of the hazy feeling that should come with drunkenness.

Just as Wuma Xiu was about to breathe a sigh of relief and mentally mark it as "the genius brewer has achieved another brilliant success," he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The other person blushed.

Beneath those eternally aloof eyes, on their cheekbones, a thin layer of crimson was visibly spreading.

The color was neither too bright nor too dark, like a sunset suddenly reflected on a snow-capped mountain peak, making it stand out on that usually pale face.

Wuma Xiu's smile froze.

Oh, really?

Did he make a mistake somewhere?

Or did some unexpected chemical reaction occur during the time acceleration process?

A wave of regret washed over Wuma Xiu.

He should have tasted it before handing it over.

The God of Time stepped back and explained, "Your wine is fine, and I'm not drunk either."

Most of the time, his thoughts about alcohol were written all over his face, so he didn't need to bother guessing.

Hearing that the problem wasn't with his wine, Wuma Xiu breathed a sigh of relief. However, he was usually the one playing pranks on others, and today he never expected to be pranked by this taciturn fellow.

"Then why are you blushing? Could it be that something I added triggered your allergic reaction? But isn't that something only humans do?"

"I'm fine. You don't need to worry."

The God of Time stopped the other party's wild speculations. He was about to say something when suddenly a line of text appeared in front of him.

Did you get the item?

The God of Fate has sent you a message.