Two Drenched Rats

Wuma Xiu turned his head and met two pairs of eyes that were secretly staring at him.

With a flick of his finger, the long sword stuck in the ground rose up and clattered into the ground before the God of Desire and the God of Lies.

An overwhelming Killing Intent poured out like a flood bursting its banks, instantly enveloping the two gods from head to toe.

In the next instant, Wuma Xiu appeared out of thin air in front of the longsword. He placed one hand on the hilt, his crimson eyes sweeping over the two gods' stiff faces at close range, and said:

What were you looking at just now?

Wuma Xiu's current thought regarding the God of Desire and God of Lies is simple: keep them under his nose.

These two troublemakers are really good at causing mischief when they have free time. Rather than letting them do something underhanded, it's better to keep them by my side to prevent them from creating any more eye-catching images in the future.

The God of Desire emerged from the corner.

His heterochromatic eyes were already firmly locked onto Wuma Xiu's hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

At that moment, a fragment flashed through the mind of the God of Desire.

He took that hand and kissed it.

Thinking of this, the God of Desire walked to Wuma Xiu's side, reached out and covered Wuma Xiu's hand that was holding the hilt of the knife.

I hold your hand...

Leading...

Leading...

They can't hold hands.

Wuma Xiu's hand remained firmly pressed against the hilt of the knife.

The God of Desire glanced down at his fingers, then, unwilling to give up, secretly increased his strength, but they remained unmoved.

All right.

The God of Desire sighed silently in his heart.

To the Asura God, my strength was probably like a kitten scratching at something with its paw.

No, perhaps not even as good as a cat, at best just a fallen leaf brushing past.

Just as the God of Desire was reluctantly preparing to let go, a tremendous force suddenly struck his face.

Then, his entire body flew out and plunged into the Clear Pool with a splash.

Wuma Xiu withdrew his hand and wiped it on his sleeve.

Why are you touching his sticky hands?

Deserve a fight.

The God of Desire was soaking in the icy pool, his small crown tilted to his ear, his soaked robes clung tightly to his body, and even his heterochromatic eyes appeared watery.

All the chaotic romantic fantasies that had been swollen in his mind were completely wiped out by the icy pool, leaving not even a spark.

As expected of the Asura God, his strength remains as great as ever.

The God of Lies glanced impassively at the God of Desire, who was thrashing about in the pool, and secretly rejoiced that he hadn't joined that fool in.

He elegantly placed one hand behind his back and the other in front of him, bowed slightly, and spoke in a respectful and restrained tone:

"Respected Asura God, we were just admiring your beauty."

The God of Lies thought he had spoken flawlessly and adopted an extremely humble posture, considering himself far more dignified than the God of Desire, who had directly laid hands on him.

However, Wuma Xiu's gaze fell on his face, on the scarlet "Xiu" character under the corner of his eye, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

This word really annoyed him.

It's not just the "Asura God" in his name, but it also always reminds him of his real name— Wuma Xiu.

The thought of having his name constantly emblazoned on the face of a liar Evil God was enough to make Wuma Xiu extremely uncomfortable.

"Bang--"

The second drenched chicken makes a grand appearance.

The God of Desire had already climbed out of the water and tidied himself up, but the God of Lies flew in from the same direction and crashed into him.

The two gods collided and rolled back into the icy pool.

Well, all that work for nothing.

Wuma Xiu stood by the pool and warned:

"You all stay right under This Venerable nose during this time."

He didn't give a reason, nor was it necessary.

His words were law.

Upon hearing this, the two drenched chickens in the pool simultaneously raised their heads, their wet faces showing a hint of surprise and delight.

--The Asura God is personally watching them.

--This was never a punishment for them.

The God of Desire immediately leaped out of the pool; he didn't use his Divine Power to dry the clothes.

At this moment, he was soaked to the bone, his robes clinging to his body.

As the God of Desire, he was quite adept at arousing the desires of others.

Unfortunately, he encountered the Asura God.

A Gods who has little desire for beauty, or even for most things in the world.

Seeing that his seduction was still ineffective, the God of Desire snapped his fingers.

His hair was adorned with a gilded Gemstone, with tiny gold ornaments embellishing his hair. His robe was an open-shoulder, backless style, with light gold tinting on the cuffs and hem, and the fabric was sheer and hazy.

The God of Desire was always dressed extravagantly, changing outfit after outfit, even paying attention to the color and length of the silver beaded chain around his waist. Unfortunately, no matter how many outfits he changed, the Asura God didn't even lift an eyelid once, showing absolutely no interest.

The God of Lies glanced at him and recognized that the outfit he was wearing was newly changed.

He gave a cold snort in his heart:

What a show-off.

No matter what you wear, in front of the Asura God, you're destined to be slapped into the water.

"It is my honor, Lord Asura God."

The God of Desire Wuma Xiu.

"If I may ask again, may I lie in your bed tonight? That way, I can be under your watchful eye even more."

He was calculating.

Although as Deities, he has no need for sleep.

But if I were lying on that bed, on Asura God's bed, I could at least force myself to close my eyes for a while. Besides, if some sparks really flew, then I wouldn't need to sleep at all.

The God of Lies stood aside, his eyebrows curved and the corners of his lips slightly raised, looking more innocent than anyone else. However, in his heart, he had already gone through several rounds of calculations.

After that fool, the God of Desire, actually climbed into the bed of the Asura God, he simply put a sack over the other's head, knocked him unconscious, threw him aside, and then lay down on top of him himself.

Hmm, not bad.

This plan is highly feasible.

Wuma Xiu seemed to see right through the "rubbish" churning in the minds of these two gods.

Those sticky, gooey waste materials.

He raised his hand and gave him a sharp blow to the head, like hitting two ripe watermelons.

Wuma Xiu hammered for a long time, trying to physically knock all the stuff out of the two gods' heads.

The God of Lies wore a subtle expression of enjoyment.

And what about the God of Desire?

He stood next to the hammer, his gaze fixed on Wuma Xiu's clothes, his heterochromatic eyes full of scrutiny.

It's still too plain.

How can such plain clothes be worthy of Asura God?

This is hardly the attire Chief Evil Gods should wear.

It seems he has no choice but to make a garment himself befitting the status of the Asura God.

The God of Lies suddenly seemed to realize something, and his brow furrowed unusually. He said:

"Asura God, on the side of the Righteous Gods, your nemesis awakened six years earlier than you. Do you think he might take advantage of this opportunity to reap the benefits?"