A Mind in the Gutter

Li Clan

Li Xisheng wiped his sweat and tossed the long sword aside.

Before him stood the Li Clan Head.

Ever since that That Matter, he's been living like a frightened bird, terrified that his youngest son will disappear again in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, during this period, Li Xisheng would stay where the Li Clan Head could see him. He believed that after some time, his father would be able to get out of this state.

Seeing that Li Xisheng had finished practicing, the Li Clan Head clapped his hands, his face full of undisguised praise:

"Good, very good!"

His son, Sheng'er, is truly remarkable.

Not only is his winemaking far superior to his father's, but he is also proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and his physical fitness is superb.

Such a good child, and he's his son! What good deeds did he do in his past life?

Li Xisheng bent down, picked up the clothes he had taken off, draped them over his arm, and nodded to the Li Clan Head.

"Father, I will go to pay my respects to the Deity Statue of God of Wine later to thank the gods for their grace."

The Li Clan Head waved his hand dismissively, his tone conveying a sense of smug satisfaction:

"Okay, go ahead."

His reverence for God of Wine had now reached an unparalleled level.

As for that heartbreaking thing that happened back then...

Hmph, is that even a big deal?

It was clearly because his wine was terrible, yet the God of Wine patiently wrote a review.

Every stroke of his pen was logical and well-reasoned, every word a gem, convincing him completely.

Where can you find such a wonderful God?

The Li Clan Head is now extremely grateful that they Li Clan a benevolent and compassionate Gods who is willing to look down upon them.

Li Xisheng went to bathe and change first. He didn't want to go to the Deity Statue covered in sweat.

A jar of wine was respectfully placed on the offering table by Li Xisheng.

He took two steps back, knelt upright on the prayer mat, straightened his back, closed his eyes, and began his usual prayer.

Then, he heard a sound.

Could it be...?

Li Xisheng raised his head, his pupils dilating slightly.

He saw the god he had been longing for sitting on the altar, his long legs dangling over the edge, swaying gently. He held the jar of wine that he had just offered up, tilted his head back and took a sip, his eyes and brows filled with satisfaction.

Li Xisheng obediently knelt on the prayer mat, his back tense even more. His heart was pounding with anxiety, like he was carrying a litter of wildly jumping rabbits.

This was the first time God had tasted the wine He had made.

For seven years, he tried, revised, and started over repeatedly, all to ensure that this presentation would not repeat the mistakes his father made years ago.

This time, hopefully it won't be so bad that God wrote that passage, right?

As he was thinking, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him.

Wait a minute, it seems that the God of Time last time didn't return his note to him!

Ah!

Li Xisheng froze on the futon, as if struck by lightning.

Although it wasn't a genuine divine document, it was a note he had kept for seven years!

Li Xisheng's heart was bleeding.

Do you want to be my son?

Li Xisheng felt as if he had heard something, and subconsciously nodded, and his hand was grasped.

"Alright, alright, I knew you'd agree. But this is my first time being a father. Let me think, where is your bedroom?"

As Wuma Xiu walked, he pondered in his mind whether to choose Divine Power or Divine Blood.

Divine Blood seems to bring a closer connection.

But he felt it was becoming too common.

After all, he was already tired of seeing all of Huo's sons, who were all created from Divine Blood.

Then let's choose Divine Power.

The inheritance of Divine Power is more stringent than Divine Blood, with one additional condition:

Wisdom.

This kind of thing isn't something ordinary people can have; it's even more exaggerated than one in ten thousand, it's one in ten million.

Fortunately, Li Xisheng did indeed possess wisdom.

Li Xisheng was led to the door of his bedroom, his mind still a mess.

He tried hard to recall the conversation that had taken place in the last few breaths.

I seem to have only heard snippets of "what do you want to do," "promise what," and "bedroom," while the rest of the content seems to have been blown away by the wind and I can't remember it at all.

As a devoted fan of one of the most popular and mysterious authors on Star Network today, his imagination began to run wild.

Could it be... that God has taken a liking to him?

Countless scenes from popular novels he had read flashed through his mind.

A god and a mortal, love at first sight, their Fate intertwined, a love that transcends race...

So, should he obey, or should he obey, or should he obey?

Oh dear, there's no option to refuse.

Li Xisheng's lips curled up involuntarily.

But just as his hand touched the doorknob, about to push open the bedroom door...

He suddenly remembered something extremely important.

In his bedroom... there was a bunch of merchandise.

Neatly stacked on the bookshelves, hanging on the walls, placed on the tables... all are God-related items.

There are figurines, posters, badges, fan art books, and even a tiny clay figure he secretly sculpted himself, the size of a palm, with a mischievous smile in its eyes.

Li Xisheng's fingertips froze on the doorknob.

However, the door opened.

Wuma Xiu was a step ahead of him, peeking inside.

Good heavens, the whole room is filled with him.

He's on the posters, he's on the figurines, he's in the picture books spread out on the table, he's hanging on the wall, and even the tiny clay figure the size of a palm in the corner is him...

Various postures, various angles, various expressions—some serious, some gentle, some with a faint smile...

Wuma Xiu blinked, a smile curving his lips, and let out a sound of admiration:

"Hey, you know what, they're all pretty good-looking."

Seeing that the god's gaze merely swept around the perimeter of the room without any particular aversion, Li Xisheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But halfway through that relief, he suddenly froze again.

Because on his desk, he was still flipping through the novel he hadn't had time to close last night.

That was a novel based on the God of Wine.

This novel is Masterpiece from that mysterious author who let his imagination run wild.

After watching it, countless people left only one comment. "It makes one's heart turn yellow."

I hope God doesn't see this, I hope God doesn't see this...

Li Xisheng prayed frantically in his heart.

However, due to his excessive piety, Wuma Xiu heard it.

The repeated chants of "I hope God doesn't see this" played in his ears like a loudspeaker, making it hard for him to ignore them.