Is someone talking about me behind my back?

Wuma Xiu was flying at an extremely high speed when he suddenly stopped. The way he braked was unmatched by any other mode of transportation in the world.

He turned his head, his gaze fixed in a certain direction, and with a slight parting of his thin lips, uttered a cold sentence:

"Why do I keep getting the feeling that someone is talking about This Venerable behind my back? Are they tired of living and eager to die?"

If someone were to carefully observe the direction of his gaze at that moment, they would likely feel a chill run down their spine and break out in a cold sweat.

The direction he was gazing in was the very spot where Bai Zhuyu and Yang Zhi had been talking earlier.

That seemingly private and uneventful conversation was actually sensed from afar by the Evil God high in the clouds, who caught the slightest glimmer pointing towards him without the slightest error.

However, it was only for a moment before Wuma Xiu withdrew his gaze, and that thought was immediately overshadowed by an even stronger sense of malevolence.

"Forget it, This Venerable don't have the time to mess with mere mortals. The most important thing right now is to deal with that reckless traitor."

Wuma Xiu snorted coldly, his voice laced with a sinister Killing Intent.

Since taking control of the Evil God Faction, the Asura God has always reigned supreme with iron-fisted power and terror.

In his eyes, all evils in the world were nothing but fleeting clouds; only betrayal was the poisonous thorn that pierced the deepest part of his body. Anyone who dared to betray him would meet the same end, no matter where they went.

--Crush his bones and scatter his ashes; there will be no mercy.

"Anyone who dares to betray This Venerable will pay the price."

As the Asura God, Wuma Xiu can sense the location of all the Evil Gods in this world.

Even when he is millions of miles away from those Evil Gods, he can ignore the distance and appear in front of them instantly.

At that moment, relying on his senses, he realized that they were close together. However, the other person seemed to have sensed him as well and was running away at top speed.

"Ha, what's the use?"

As soon as Wuma Xiu finished speaking, he instantly appeared beside the other party.

The Goddess of Beauty seemed to have no bones, limply wrapping her arms around the Evil God's waist, almost pressing her entire weight onto him, her posture languid.

He doesn't want to move anymore; he absolutely doesn't want to move.

He couldn't even be bothered to lift a finger.

... wrong.

The Goddess of Beauty silently corrected herself in her mind.

That drawn-out, soft "la" was something he picked up from his confidante; it didn't suit his dignified Goddess of Beauty, and noble demeanor at all.

Speaking of this, he remembered very clearly that back in the original body, after the progress bar of playing the God of God of Wine was maxed out, he held hands with the God of Wine and "abandoned" the original body. The two gods were having a blast and playing wildly.

Now look what's happened; they've just managed to get their close friend away.

That feeling of exhaustion washed over her, soaking Goddess of Beauty from head to toe.

We accidentally went too far.

Even a god couldn't withstand the strain of playing like this for so long.

Originally, the Goddess of Beauty simply lay lazily on Flowing Cloud, intending to let Flowing Cloud drift aimlessly.

But to his utter surprise, the cloud carried him right to the face of the Evil God.

If there wasn't some shady bribery or underhanded dealings involved, the Goddess of Beauty says she wouldn't believe a word of it.

Especially this cloud and this god, they did it so openly and brazenly that it was outrageous.

The Evil God, without changing his expression, took out a treasure and casually stuffed it into Flowing Cloud, his tone carrying a hint of approval:

"Thanks a lot."

The Flowing Cloud immediately stretched out its fluffy, soft cloud hand and, with a "whoosh," stuffed all the stolen money deep into its cotton-like cloud body.

Goddess of Beauty rolled over and lay on Flowing Cloud's back, propping herself up to look down. The "stolen money" that hadn't even been warmed up yet was right under his nose, and he couldn't pretend he didn't see it.

He stretched out his finger and poked the soft cloud beneath him, his voice trailing off:

"You really don't hide anything from me at all, do you? Flowing Cloud, tell me yourself, isn't that right?"

Flowing Cloud trembled guiltily, and the entire cloud visibly swelled from pristine white to a shy pink.

Even a cloud needs resources.

It was nothing more than accepting benefits from other gods, and then, while their own gods were clinging to them and didn't want to move, they quietly floated away to those gods who had given them the benefits.

Is this really betrayal? At most... at most, it's just earning extra income on the side?

"Flowing Cloud, aren't you going to offer any explanation? Hmm?"

The Goddess of Beauty poked at the soft cloud beneath her again, repeatedly digging into the other's vulnerable spot.

The entire Flowing Cloud formation froze, and the pink hue that had just faded returned, even more intense than before, almost burning like a sunset.

But the Goddess of Beauty had no intention of letting it go yet.

He lazily cast his gaze across the Evil God beside him, his eyes holding a half-smile, a hint of scrutiny, and a profound, indescribable meaning:

"And you, you jerk! When did you get involved with Flowing Cloud? How come I had no idea?"

These words simultaneously opened two valves called "guilt."

Flowing Cloud and the Evil God were visibly frozen in place, each more uncomfortable than the last.

The Flowing Clouds trembled, their pink hue so intense it seemed almost dripping with juice.

Even on the Evil God's cold and stern face, a subtle hint of evasion appeared.

He corrected him curtly:

"I didn't collude with Flowing Cloud. I just made a deal with it. I gave it something, and it delivered you."

The Evil God paused slightly, then added, with a hint of barely perceptible awkwardness:

That's all.

The word "flirting" sounded incredibly offensive and outrageous to the ears of the Evil God.

The word sounds like there's some shady connection between the two of them, some sticky, messy, and complicated private relationship.

How could he possibly have that kind of relationship with other gods, especially this little cloud?

Absolutely impossible.

He is a god who has a favorite god.

The Goddess of Beauty took in the awkward situation of the man and the cloud, but she didn't really care about these things at all.

He'd heard about the deals and bribes, but he'd moved on.

But he just loved seeing people looking so helpless and embarrassed in front of him; he found it incredibly amusing.

He chuckled softly as he lay on the Flowing Clouds, the laughter echoing intermittently for quite a while. Finally, after laughing enough, he raised one hand and stretched it out towards the Evil God, his wrist hanging limply, dazzlingly white.

"Ugh, I don't want to move anymore, help me up."

The Goddess of Beauty called out.

After saying that, he lay back down on Flowing Cloud, burying half his face in the soft cloud.

I don't know why, but I just don't want to move. Even lifting a finger feels superfluous.