Demons and Monsters, Go Away

"Then I bet your little commander turned evil later, transformed into a great demon king, and is probably locked up in a dark room right now while missing you, his White Moonlight."

After Wuma Xiu finished speaking, he frowned first.

He must have been thoroughly influenced by Su Qingci's melodramatic novels; he can come up with this kind of plot so easily. In the past, the words "White Moonlight" would never have crossed his mind.

Upon hearing Su Qingci simply smiled and shook her head, not taking it to heart.

He simply couldn't imagine that the small, trembling, dark red ball of light hiding in the corner would become the ferocious being on the screen that struck fear into the hearts of the entire System Realm.

Are you kidding me? That little thing can't even resist its bound host, let alone blow up the world?

It probably couldn't even kill a data cockroach.

Su Qingci snapped her fingers, and the images on the television changed, filling the entire space with a melodious tune.

The host is always fighting and killing; now you shouldn't be watching this.

Let him play some soothing songs.

Su Qingci leaned back on the Sofa, contentedly squinting his eyes, ready to enjoy this rare moment of peace, when a question he had forgotten suddenly flashed through his mind.

At that time, he was planning to ask his host a good question.

As a result, his attention was immediately drawn to the Godhood System that the host had thrown in.

Now that I have some free time, this question has resurfaced.

"Host, that person said you are the real Asura God, why did he say that?"

Su Qingci her head, her icy blue eyes filled with curiosity.

In fact, the doubts accumulating in his heart went far beyond just that one sentence.

Even if the host has only just begun playing the role of the Asura God, and no matter how well he acts, he shouldn't be able to split a planet in two with a sword or pierce a Gods. His strength is ridiculously overpowered.

God knows how terrified he was when he was trapped inside the host's body and heard the threats Feng Linglang made.

But the host, instead of doing so, pulled the Godhood System out of Feng Linglang's body, chopped off her head with a sword, and then stomped on it until it was crushed.

Throughout the entire process, Su Qingci no sense of reality whatsoever.

Such a powerful host actually belongs to his family.

--That's so cool.

"Oh, this."

Wuma Xiu's scarlet eyes suddenly lit up, and his entire aura underwent a dramatic transformation in the blink of an eye.

If just moments ago he was merely a handsome young man sipping tea with a cold expression, then now he is the very embodiment of Asura, emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"This Venerable haven't even told you yet. Yes, This Venerable am the Asura God, the real deal."

The temperature around the Sofa dropped several degrees.

Su Qingci looked at his host's incredibly bright red eyes and the scarlet at the corners of his eyes, and a layer of goosebumps instinctively rose up on his back. He unconsciously reached out and hugged the cushion on the Sofa to his chest.

"Demons and Monsters, Go Away!"

Su Qingci huddled behind a cushion, subconsciously reciting a spell she herself didn't know she'd dug up from some obscure corner.

After he finished reading, he put the pillow on his head and pressed it down with both hands.

The entire system shrunk into a single mass, ready to receive a powerful blow from its host.

However, after waiting for a long time, the headbutt that Su Qingci had expected did not fall.

The air was so quiet that only the melodious tune on the television was playing on repeat.

Su Qingci carefully moved the cushion off her head, revealing a glimpse of an icy blue eye, which scanned the surroundings.

The Sofa was empty, and only half a cup of cold black tea remained on the coffee table. His host had left sometime earlier.

Wow—they didn't even beat him up.

He just said "Demons and Monsters, Go Away!" right in front of the Asura God This Venerable. How is that any different from pointing at a monk and calling him a bald donkey?

If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't even need a Coffin lid.

But not only was he not beaten, he didn't even lose a single hair.

Su Qingci tucked the cushion into her arms, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

Sure enough, he was the System that his host loved most.

The God-Level Shielding Device next to them had been activated by Wuma Xiu when he left.

After dealing with his own system, Wuma Xiu had only taken a few steps when he was blocked by a figure that gave him a headache.

"Lord Asura God"

The God of Desire carried a dazzling Robe in each hand, with dozens more floating above his head, each robe a kaleidoscope of colors and shimmering Flowing Light, making it look from afar like a mobile clothing market.

"Would you like to wear this one next? Or this one? Or one of those in the sky? I designed each one myself, and the fabric is Cloud Brocade Star Gauze..."

With a "bang," the God of Desire vanished, clothes and all.

In the distance, a muffled thud could be heard as something heavy fell into the water; it had probably fallen into that Clear Pool again.

Wuma Xiu withdrew his hand and continued walking forward without changing his expression.

After walking a few steps, another figure appeared ahead.

The God of Lies was waiting under the eaves, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his eyebrows curved, his demeanor composed—a stark contrast to the show-off who had charged in carrying a whole clothing store.

"Lord Asura God, please don't fight yet, I have important business to attend to."

The God of Lies quickly covered his face, taking more than a dozen steps back, fearing he might follow in the footsteps of the God of Desire.

Although he's usually not very serious, once you become Evil God, who can be serious?

Even so, he is normal most of the time.

--For example, right now.

Wuma Xiu lowered his hand, which he had only raised halfway, and said in a cold tone:

"Speak, what is it?"

The God of Lies breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his hand protecting his face, and walked a few steps to Wuma Xiu's side, respectfully saying:

"It's just that I need to leave for a while. Asura God, if you're not comfortable with that, I can create a clone to stay here. The clone's senses are connected to my original body, and it will obey any orders you give."

"Where to?" Wuma Xiu pressed.

These two words, when they reached the ears of the God of Lies, caused his curved eyes to light up for a moment.

The Asura God actually pressed him for details about where he was going.

Is this concern?

This must be out of concern.

The God of Lies smiled, his tone lighter than before. "The Water God Temple."

Wuma Xiu nodded, then took a step closer to him.

The God of Lies looked at that cold, stern face so close to his own, and a faint blush rose on his cheeks.

Could it be...?

For a moment, the God of Lies began to have wild and wicked thoughts.

The next second, his entire body was lifted into the air, grabbed by the back of his collar by Wuma Xiu, and thrown towards the direction of the Water God Temple.

"Then This Venerable see you off."

The God of Lies flew towards the Water God Temple at an extremely fast speed.

I have to say, that's pretty fast.

Wuma Xiu clapped his hands and continued walking forward.

Should the God of Lies leave an avatar?

That's wishful thinking.

One God of Lies is noisy enough; once the other party returns, it will be twice as noisy.

He's not that free.

Wuma Xiu has important matters to attend to right now.

The Asura Clan, a race born from a drop of his Divine Blood and Divine Power.

Although he didn't have any feelings for them, they were still in this world because of him.

Both morally and logically, we should go and take a look.

Furthermore, since they've been given the name "Asura," they bear his mark. If they're just a bunch of good-for-nothings, he wouldn't mind giving them a good beating.