Who's Stronger?

Wuma Xiu read a whole bunch of things.

Seeing its host so conflicted, the system couldn't help but jump in and create a gacha machine for him.

Wuma Xiu's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to press down.

The light effects on the screen flickered a few times, followed by a soft "ding" sound.

A card slid out of the card dispenser and landed in his palm. He turned it over and saw three words written on it.

[Li Xisheng].

Wuma Xiu stared at those three words for a while, then a smile curved his lips.

[Ah, this result is exactly what I wanted.]

As he spoke, seeing the system jump involuntarily, he spoke again in a malicious tone.

[I suddenly remembered that you left something with me last time. Why haven't you asked me for it back these past few days?]

The matter is almost resolved, and it's time to unlock the next alias. The God of Wine version of Wuma Xiu is about to settle scores.

The system has stopped crashing; it can't crash at all.

The feeling was like a snake basking in the Sun when suddenly it was grabbed by the neck and couldn't move.

It's over.

It sensed a hint of "settling scores" beneath its host's tone.

Indeed, neither people nor the government can afford to take chances.

Some debts aren't owed, they're just owed not yet.

Wuma Xiu was in high spirits after getting the answer. He flipped his finger and took out a small gourd, which he casually tossed to Yang Zhi.

The gourd stopped in front of the Yang Zhi.

Here, I'll treat you to a drink.

Yang Zhi reached out and caught it.

He paused for a moment when the gourd landed in his palm.

The gourd was small, containing only about a cup's worth of wine. He looked down at the small gourd in his palm, then looked up at Wuma Xiu's smiling face.

According to the information revealed by that Goddess of Beauty on the Star Network.

God of Wine loved to drink with people, and he also loved to drink with the gods.

Whether it's a casual acquaintance or a long-time friend, as long as the other person is willing to sit down and have a drink, God of Wine will not be stingy with his wine.

Those intelligence reports mentioned many details in bits and pieces.

I had memorized each of the Yang Zhi, and now that I saw them with my own eyes, I realized that what the Goddess of Beauty said was indeed true.

The other person seemed to treat everyone like an old friend, casually handing over a pot of wine.

Yang Zhi clenched her fingers, holding the small gourd in her palm, and whispered:

Thank you.

"Thank you? Why should I thank you?"

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and shook the "One More Flask" in his hand.

"Although you're a close friend of mine, that's not why I'm inviting you for a drink. I admire hardworking people. Meeting you is fate. Since we've met, wouldn't it be a shame not to have a drink with you?"

As he spoke, he raised the wine jug in his hand and tapped it against the small gourd in Yang Zhi's palm.

Seven years of military service have changed Yang Zhi.

Seven years ago, faced with such a frank and sincere invitation from a Gods, he would probably have been at a loss, he would have been reserved, and he wouldn't have known where to look.

But now he glanced at the warm, smooth little gourd in his palm, raised it, and brought it to his lips.

He tilted his head back and drank it all.

After finishing the drink, Yang Zhi put down the small gourd and could feel the changes in his body.

However, he only said one thing, "Good wine."

Instead of thanking the other person, he thought he should praise their wine.

"Nature."

Wuma Xiu couldn't suppress the corners of his lips, and even his eyebrows couldn't hide his smugness.

His gaze toward Yang Zhi softened a bit.

This guy is really something. He knows how to praise people after drinking, and he does it so sincerely.

After finishing his drink, Wuma Xiu decided it was time to leave.

Just as he was about to wave goodbye, he caught a glimpse of Yang Zhi's hesitant expression out of the corner of his eye.

Wuma Xiu stopped in his tracks.

He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly, like a cat that had caught an interesting scent.

He spoke, his voice carrying a deliberate seduction.

"Is there anything you want to ask? Once you've drunk my wine, you're my friend. You can ask me anything."

Wuma Xiu's intuition told him that the other person's question must be very interesting.

Tell me quickly, tell me quickly.

He silently repeated it to himself, the smile on his lips widening even further.

I'll answer whatever you ask.

Unable to resist the temptation, Yang Zhi asked, "Do you know Si Lin?"

Wuma Xiu nodded; of course he knew him.

His concern for his close friends is not just lip service.

He knew not only Si Lin, but also the little flowering Flower Tree on the Perching Flower Star.

Yang Zhi's eyes lit up. He took half a step forward, his voice becoming more urgent:

"So, who do you think is more capable, him or me?"

The moment he asked that question, he tensed up as if he were awaiting a verdict.

Looking at the expression on his face, Wuma Xiu suddenly felt a little dazed.

That expression, that tone, that anxious yet apprehensive look in his eyes.

It made Wuma Xiu see those people who used to stand before him, asking him whether he or certain gods were more favored by the Goddess of Beauty.

The expressions are not just seven or eight parts similar, they're practically identical.

Wuma Xiu almost burst out laughing.

He guessed that the other party must want to prove to the Moon God that they were no less than the person his confidante had chosen.

He was all too familiar with this feeling; he could smell it even with his eyes closed.

"If this question had been asked just now, I probably wouldn't have been able to answer it."

Wuma Xiu chuckled, flipped his palm, and a card appeared out of thin air between his fingers.

Yang Zhi was still wondering why she couldn't answer before, but could now, when the other person handed her a card with only three words on it.

Li Xisheng?

This is?

"She's the one I've set my sights on." Wuma Xiu raised his chin, smiling as he looked at Yang Zhi. "I think the person I've chosen is even more capable."

Okay, that answers all my questions. I'm off.

Wuma Xiu waved his hand, his figure beginning to become somewhat transparent, but before he completely disappeared, his gaze swept over the scattered Beast carcasses in front of him.

The other person arrived suddenly and left just as suddenly, as if there was something very important waiting for him to do.

He walked hurriedly, not wanting to waste even a moment.

In fact, that is exactly the case.

As soon as Wuma Xiu's figure disappeared, the smile on his face vanished. He raised his hand to rub his temples and let out a long sigh.

He just made a boastful statement.

In front of Yang Zhi, he confidently declared, "I think the person I've chosen is even more capable," his tone and demeanor almost convincing even himself.

Unfortunately, he was only twenty years old Li Xisheng.

Compared to Yang Zhi and Si Lin, he's just a young man who's barely come of age; aside from being skilled at brewing wine, in other aspects...

Wuma Xiu's brows furrowed into a knot.

If Yang Zhi were to approach Li Xisheng... Wuma Xiu simply couldn't bear to imagine what that scene would be like.

No, no, that won't do.

He needs to give Li Xisheng a cheat code.

This isn't cheating, it's... it's leveling the gap!

Yes, that's it—to close the gap!

How could he bear to see his chosen one outshone by others?

God of Wine's competitive spirit was aroused.

Although he himself is considered a minor deity among the Gods, as long as he provides his chosen ones with many advantages, no one else can compare to him.

Hehehe.

Wuma Xiu clapped his hands, and the corners of his mouth curved up again.

If your chosen ones get crushed by me, don't blame me; blame yourselves for choosing to let them roam free.