How Many Decades Does One Have in a Lifetime?
The Evil God finished telling his story to the Godslayer.
He suddenly noticed that the Godslayer's hand was subtly stroking the wine gourd hanging at his waist.
The Evil God's gaze lingered on the wine jug for a moment longer.
The Godslayer seemed to "coincidentally" notice his gaze, paused, and then briefly recounted his own story.
After listening, the gazes of the Evil God and the Godslayer towards each other underwent a subtle change.
The Evil God thought:
I never imagined you were such a Godslayer. On the surface, you appear cold and ruthless, but behind the scenes, you even carry a casually given bottle of wine on your waist like a treasure.
The Godslayer thought to himself:
Who would have thought that the Evil God would be so sycophantic? He couldn't even turn the tables in front of the Goddess of Beauty. He was pushed onto the bed and could only cover his face with his arms. Afterwards, he even obediently went to soak in the icy lake. He was completely different from the unruly god he used to be.
Neither of them knows what the other is thinking, but there is one thing that Love God will know.
He's going to get a really bad beating.
As for why the mantra of Love God's Mind-Cleansing Mantra is so widely known among the gods?
That brings us to the victims of the Mind-Cleansing Mantra.
Most deities who have tried the Love God's Mind-Cleansing Mantra Gods later give a meaningful smile when other deities come to consult them, and then pat them on the shoulder and say:
"Ah, yes, yes, the Love God's Mind-Cleansing Mantra is very effective; you must try it yourself."
Thus, in the Divine Realm, wave after wave of gods became victims of the Mind-Cleansing Mantra, one after another, in an endless stream.
However, among this group of victimized gods, the Night God was not harmed by the Mind-Cleansing Mantra.
Firstly, because Love God had previously tried to match him with Red Thread, he was very hostile towards the other person.
Secondly, he doesn't need the Mind-Cleansing Mantra.
The endless darkness was enough to calm the Night God.
The world may be peaceful today, but the Love God Palace is anything but.
After the Godslayer left, the God of Desire felt extremely vigilant.
Although he was in the pool, he heard everything clearly.
The God of Desire felt increasingly uneasy the more he listened.
The relationship between that Spring God and their Asura God seems rather complicated.
Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he spoke:
"Lord Asura God, you..."
Before she could finish her question, Wuma Xiu froze her with a single look.
"This Venerable warning you, don't try anything funny behind my back, understand? Otherwise, your corpse will be a part of the pile of Evil Gods This Venerable 've killed."
The God of Desire knelt on the ground with a thud, his head bowed low.
"I see."
He naturally wouldn't seek out trouble from the God of Spring God; he wasn't tired of living. Besides, after that That Matter, the Spring God of Spring was no longer the weak Gods he once was.
Going to cause trouble for the God of Spring God now would be like asking for trouble.
The God of Lies slowly swam out of the pool.
He leaned against the edge of the pool, his arms resting on the rim, watching the God of Desire's trembling appearance.
See? What's the use of swimming fast in this kind of situation?
They always rush to the front, even when they're being beaten or scolded.
However, when it comes to the Spring God, this is the thing the God of Lies is most grateful for.
Back then, those few foolish Evil Gods who were blind to the truth plotted to harm the Spring God also tried to win him over.
He was indeed momentarily tempted.
After all, that's the Spring God, a well-known gentle and harmless deity among the Righteous Gods, making a fight low-risk and high-reward situation.
But for some reason, he felt a pang of anxiety at that time, so he made an excuse to decline and didn't join in the attack.
Later, he witnessed the fate of those Evil Gods; they were torn to shreds by the Asura God himself.
It's so good to be alive.
The God of Lies sighed, when suddenly a cold light shone down upon him.
"And you, did you hear me?"
Wuma Xiu smacked the two restless fellows.
The God of Desire and the God of Lies are among the more restless of all the Evil Gods.
If he doesn't keep a close eye on him, who knows, he might start doing something underhanded behind his back one day.
Leaving aside the relationship between the Asura God and the Spring God.
And speaking of the God of Spring God, isn't that just another guise for him? Doesn't he need a more secure protective shell?
Although the Spring God may not need it now, a protective shell is naturally better the thicker and stronger it is.
At this moment, the God of Lies finally experienced the same sensations that the God of Desire had just gone through.
--His entire body Divine Blood ice-cold.
Without a word, his posture was even more submissive than that of the God of Desire, and he said:
"Asura God, you can rest assured. I, this god, am most sensible when it comes to the times."
That's the truth.
The God of Lies has survived until now mainly because he was flexible and adaptable in the past, but now it's because he has latched onto an incredibly powerful patron.
"That would be best."
[Carl, as the Clan Leader of the Jade Qilin Clan, I grant Si Lin's request for a day off.]
[By the way, don't even think about looking for me. I'll be back the next morning.]
[You can leave the clan affairs to Si Yan during this period. As the young Clan Leader, he can't be too idle.]
Carl looked at the three slips of paper over and over again, a helpless smile appearing in his deep blue eyes.
Isn't Si Lin himself the Clan Leader of the Jade Qilin Clan?
Only their Clan Leader could so easily approve leave for himself and write his own approval slips.
If it were the first time he had seen it, he might have thought it absurd, but he had accumulated a whole box of similar notes over the past seven years and was no longer surprised.
Actually, it doesn't matter if Si Lin doesn't want to be the Clan Leader anymore; he can just support him.
With the savings he's accumulated over the years, supporting Si Lin is more than enough. Consider it an unexpected son; having a son to rely on in old age is a good idea.
Unfortunately, although Si Lin can be as willful as a child at times, he is never the type to give up halfway.
As long as he still wants to do it, he will never give up.
What pleased Carl the most was that, seven years had passed since Si Lin became the Clan Leader of the Jade Qilin Clan, yet his personality remained unchanged.
Carl folded the three slips of paper, turned around and looked at the pile of twenty cartloads of administrative documents behind him.
Then, without hesitation, he decided to do as Si Lin said and give it all to Si Yan.
After all, he was merely Si Lin's deputy, without any legitimate authority. How could he presume to take over the young Clan Leader's responsibilities?
During his seven years with the Jade Qilin Clan, Carl thought that he had won the unanimous trust of all the Jade Qilin Clan with his steady and reliable work ability and his calm and composed demeanor in the face of adversity.
Then, they sent the clan affairs that should have been handled by the Clan Leader to the young Clan Leader Si Yan, cartload by cart.
In a certain Star Region, a figure was leisurely sitting on a Pitch-Black Spear.
The Spear was entirely black.
He patted the gun barrel and said, "Dark Night, let's go, let's go settle scores with some despicable guy."
That wretched guy was none other than his damned father.
Seven years ago, Si Lin had just Clan Leader of the Jade Qilin Clan, and before he could even settle into his position, he wanted to abdicate.
As a result, his father rushed back from afar and stopped him.
Si Ting patted his shoulder and gave him a long lecture, the core message of which was just one sentence.
No, one must serve as Clan Leader chief for a full ten years before being allowed to retire.
Ten years—how many decades does one have in a lifetime?
Si Lin counted and found that he only had about nine hundred and eighty decades left.
When you calculate it like this, it's really not much!
Si Lin sighed.