Switching at Will
Love God's pupils trembled again and again.
When did these two people, the cat, and the cloud get here?
He tried hard to recall.
It felt like they had been there from the moment she threw herself into Wuma Xiu and cried.
He was so engrossed in crying that he didn't notice anything amiss.
It's over.
Did they hear everything just now?
Did you hear everything?
If word gets out, what will become of his reputation as a god of Love God?
The Gods in charge of love suffered repeated defeats in love, being rejected by the same god seven times.
In the end, he could only drown his sorrows in alcohol, embracing God of Wine and weeping bitterly...
What kind of mess is this? What kind of thing is this? This is utterly Death God!
Love God's face, still streaked with tears, changed in an instant, his expression transforming into one of aloofness and near-icy coldness.
Love God said he had never been so aloof in his life.
With slightly raised eyebrows, pursed lips, and a slightly raised chin, her back was ramrod straight, radiating an aura of "I am a noble and inviolable deity" from the inside out.
Love God's gaze swept over them, and he said, "You all saw everything that just happened?"
Before Qin Jiu could speak, the Fat Orange in her arms moved first. It stretched out its paw, slowly licked itself, then raised its head and meowed at Love God.
That sound was full of meaning.
[Wonderful.]
The Red Thread on Love God's body suddenly appeared.
Those delicate and resilient red threads emerged from his sleeves, like a suddenly blooming scarlet flower. In an instant, the Red Threads entwined the two people, the cat, and the cloud.
The tip of the Fat Orange's tail was hooked by a thin thread, causing it to freeze abruptly, its fur standing on end.
Before Fat Orange Cloud could react, it had already been wrapped in a Red Thread cocoon by red thread.
The sadness that had been in Love God's eyes was gone.
Instead, there was a chilling Killing Intent.
Everyone heard it.
They heard everything.
Let's just slaughter them all!
The Gods of love was defeated in love.
If word gets out about this, how will he ever face anyone again? How will he ever have the nerve to play Red Thread for others?
He could almost picture those amused, half-smiling eyes.
The heart of Love God was originally filled with sorrow.
But at this moment, that sadness has been replaced by a more surging emotion.
Embarrassment, despair...
If he knew more about humanity, he would know that this situation is called social death.
"Love doesn't require killing. I have that kind of... liquor that will make you forget what just happened."
Love God suddenly turned his head.
Wuma Xiu now had a jar of wine in his hand.
"Give."
He handed the wine jar forward.
The surging Killing Intent emanating from Love God subsided.
OK.
OK!
A Red Thread tethered the wine jar, causing it to float up, the seal automatically falling off, and the aroma of wine filling the air.
"Drink! Drink it all! Or I'll send you to meet your Death God!"
Before the words were even finished, the Red Thread had already moved.
A Red Thread, tethering a wine jar, floated gracefully to Qin Jiu's face. The jar tilted, and a stream of clear, cool wine poured into Qin Jiu's mouth.
Caught off guard by the sudden pouring of Qin Jiu swallowed Shengsheng after his Adam's apple bobbed a few times.
The wine jar floated to Ling Yu's feet in the next instant.
Before Ling Yu could even open his mouth, the wine had already been poured in. He choked and coughed, a few drops of wine splashing onto his glasses. He blinked awkwardly.
Then comes the Fat Orange.
Fat Orange, who had been nestled in Qin Jiu's arms watching the show, suddenly found itself the main character. Without a word, Red Thread pried open its mouth and poured wine into it.
The Fat Orange kicked and struggled for a few moments, meowing, but was eventually emptied of the cold liquid. The cat slumped in Qin Jiu's arms, its eyes vacant, as if contemplating the meaning of its existence.
Finally, there's Fat Orange Cloud.
This is even simpler; just pour it onto the cloud.
Love God stood to the side, arms crossed, his gaze fixed intently on each "victim," ensuring they drank every last drop.
I drank it.
They drank it all.
Love God exhaled a long breath, the Red Thread on his body retracted, and disappeared silently into the bottom of his sleeve. The slightly upturned corners of his mouth betrayed his feelings at that moment.
Now, nobody remembers.
There is no one.
Safety.
While the two people, the cat, and the cloud were still unconscious.
Love God once again abandoned his aloof and dignified demeanor.
He crouched down, hugged his knees with both hands, rested his chin on his arms, and curled up into a ball.
"Alcohol, you don't know."
His gaze fell on a point in the void, and his eyes began to redden again.
"I had just been rejected by the Goddess of Beauty when the God of Fate arrived."
"Then the Goddess of Beauty went with him."
"Wine, do you think... he might like the God of Fate?"
Love God raised his head and looked at Wuma Xiu, his swollen, red eyes filled with unease.
When the words "God of Fate" were mentioned, Love God's tone changed.
He clenched his teeth so hard that his cheeks tightened.
God of Fate.
That guy had always disliked his friend God of Wine, always finding fault with him and criticizing him at every turn.
What about now?
They actually want to climb to the top by stepping on him!
Love God grew angrier the more he thought about it, feeling as if a stone was lodged in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Wine, now I understand why you hate that guy so much. I used to think, 'He's just an annoying god, I can just ignore him.'"
"I hate him now too!"
Love God still remembered the look the God of Fate gave him before she left.
That look in her eyes.
He just can't forget it.
Love God began to suspect that he had been tricked by the God of Fate today.
If you suspect you've been set up, then don't doubt it.
You've been tricked by Fate.
"Oh."
Wuma Xiu nodded calmly, his reaction completely unperturbed.
This reaction made Love God jump to his feet.
He grabbed Wuma Xiu's arm.
"Wine, aren't you worried about the Goddess of Beauty?"
In the heart of Love God, the words "God of Fate" have evolved from "hateful" to "extremely evil, extremely despicable, extremely dark, extremely..."
He couldn't find any more derogatory words to use.
The Goddess of Beauty following the God of Fate was, in his eyes, nothing short of lambs to the slaughter.
Why are you worried?
Without a second thought, Wuma Xiu blurted out a sentence before he even considered it.
"Have you forgotten that my best friend could take on ten of you?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he had said the wrong thing.
Really.
The eyes of Love God, which had just been burning with anger, seemed to have been doused with a bucket of cold water. The fire was extinguished, but the water vapor rose up and spread into a thin layer of mist.
His nose wrinkled slightly, then he started sniffling again.
"Love, don't be sad, you..."
Wuma Xiu quickly spoke up, trying to salvage the situation.
But before he could finish speaking, Love God stopped himself, shook his head, and said again:
"It's alright, you're telling the truth. It's just that I always overlook that when I see him."
Just as Wuma Xiu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Love God suddenly asked, "Wine, guess why I became friends with you?"
This question really stumped Wuma Xiu.
He thought for a long time, tilted his head, frowned, and tentatively asked, "Because I'm handsome?"
Love God shook his head.
"Cute?"
Shaking his head.
"Nice?"
Shaking his head.
"Tolerate?"
He shook his head again.
"Understanding?"
He shook his head even faster.
Do you like playing pranks?
Love God shook his head like a rattle-drum.
Wuma Xiu was at a loss. He spread his hands and asked, "What's the reason?"
Love God's lips curved into a smile, and he said, "Because you're as weak as me. The Goddess of Beauty could easily defeat ten of you."
The boomerang flew and flew, traversing mountains and rivers, finally returning to its owner's... head.
"Thump--"