Thanks for Your Hard Work
The scene was extremely chaotic at one point.
The Asura Clan people chattered and surrounded the Asura God, one saying, "Creation Lord, I miss you so much!" and another saying, "Creation Lord, I can catch your finger snap now!" The cacophony was comparable to thousands of ducks croaking.
"It's so noisy."
The moment the words "Asura God" were uttered, the entire Asura Clan fell silent.
The Asura Clan stated that they have always been the most obedient and there is never a time when they are disobedient.
They are so obedient, so incredibly obedient.
As for the consequences of disobeying?
Those occasional troublemakers who dared to disobey had long since been dealt with by their Clan Leader.
Speaking of this, we must mention their Clan Leader, Mo.
In fact, most of the Asura Clan are unaware of how many years this person, who is both the Clan Leader and the ancestor, has lived.
They would occasionally peruse the ancient, nearly weathered records of their tribe, and they discovered that ink already existed in the earliest written records of the Asura Clan.
In other words, Mo watched as generation after generation of his people were born, and as generation after generation of his people grew old.
In their understanding, although the Asura Clan has a Holy Spear guarding them, they are essentially just ordinary beings who are considered to have a long life if they can live for several thousand years.
Tens of thousands of years?
They didn't even dare to think about it.
However, every time they read through the clan's records, the Asura Clan people felt both disbelief and a deep sadness would well up in their hearts.
For tens of thousands of years, the clan Clan Leader has watched countless times his loved ones grow from babbling to old age, and then personally buried them in the earth.
No wonder their Clan Leader is expressionless now.
Anyone who has experienced so much separation and death would probably be too weary to even speak.
Therefore, after the book made the suggestion, the Asura Clan people have recently been secretly carrying out a secret plan.
--Give your family Clan Leader a loving hug every day, hoping to make them smile more.
Seeing that the Asura Clan had quieted down, the Asura God's expression softened somewhat.
Although weak, its advantage lies in its sensibility and obedience.
"Clap clap clap."
The Goddess of Beauty clapped her hands a few times, a hint of amusement playing on her stunning face.
"That's really impressive, don't you think?"
He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the still-starry Dark Night beside him, and over Si Lin was secretly eyeing him, the Old Self Asura God.
The man and his gun were both swept by that gaze, and they shivered in unison, frozen in place, unsure whether to nod or shake their heads.
Nodding is to offend your own god.
Shaking your head is to offend the Asura God.
Leaving aside offending one's own god, this is blasphemy.
Furthermore, they didn't even dare to think about the consequences of offending the Asura God.
Who hasn't heard of this legend?
Offending Him is equivalent to offending the entire Evil God Faction.
Sometimes, the Asura God may not care, but it is entirely possible that the Evil Gods under his command, in order to please him, would carry out revenge on his behalf.
Moreover, this Asura God seems to have a very close relationship with their own god.
What if they're just playing some kind of romantic game?
Si Lin looked at the Goddess of Beauty with a pitiful expression, hoping that the goddess could see his predicament.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."
The Goddess of Beauty chuckled and withdrew her gaze, casually lifting Si Lin up. Then, she raised her other hand and touched Si Lin's cheek with her fingertips.
"Seven years have passed, you've grown taller. Not bad."
Then, the Goddess of Beauty patted the other person's head.
The moment that hand touched Si Lin's cheek, his entire face flushed red at a visible speed.
For seven years, I spent a full seven years scrolling through the Star Network feed for updates on the Goddess of Beauty, yearning for her across the screen.
Now, not only have they met the true God, but He has also touched their face and patted their head.
At that moment, he felt like the happiest person in the world.
However, his happiness lasted only a few seconds before the Goddess of Beauty curved her lips and said:
"But what are you doing here? If I remember correctly, you should be with the Jade Qilin Clan."
The Goddess of Beauty lifted Si Lin's chin with her fingertips, forcing him to meet her breathtakingly beautiful eyes:
"Little Si Lin, give me an explanation!"
Faced with this situation, Si Lin's mind seemed to have turned to mush.
His face paled slightly.
At that moment, Si Lin felt as if he were standing on a mountain of knives and a sea of fire.
How should he explain this?
Is it true that he skipped work to challenge his father to a duel? Is it true that he left all the clan affairs to the young Clan Leader Si Yan?
"God, I'm taking a break today."
Si Lin, quick-witted as ever, wasn't exactly lying. He had indeed granted himself a day off, and the leave slip was still with Carl —it was all in writing, with all the paperwork complete.
"Oh, I see."
The Goddess of Beauty nodded, indicating that she understood.
He didn't put Si Lin down; instead, he pulled him closer to his chest, supporting Si Lin's back with one hand in an intimate gesture.
Si Lin froze, completely unsure of what to do with his hands.
His dad definitely didn't get this treatment, because the other person was much taller than him, and God certainly wouldn't hug him like that.
From this perspective, being small has its advantages.
"Over the past seven years, Si Ting has told me you've done a great job."
The Goddess of Beauty patted Si Lin's back, her voice softening with genuine affection.
"Thanks a lot."
Si Lin rested his head on the Goddess of Beauty's shoulder, the faint, cool fragrance emanating from her lingering in his nostrils, and heard her say, "Thank you for your hard work."
The mountain of clan affairs accumulated over the past seven years, the scrolls reviewed through sleepless nights, the moments of being tormented by the elders, the mornings when I was so exhausted that I fell asleep at my desk only to be woken up by the alarm clock...
Everything suddenly became worthwhile at that moment.
"It's not hard work."
Si Lin hugged the neck of the Goddess of Beauty, thinking to himself:
With that one sentence from the other person, nothing else matters.
Wait, we absolutely have to get this duel with his dad done.
Mo stared at Si Lin's face, which was turning red and white, and now flushed red again, and seemed to understand something.
The speed at which his face changed color was similar to the color palettes he had seen in the tribe before.
First it was as white as lime, then it turned as red as charcoal.
I feel like I'm on fire right now.
As he watched, a subtle sense of envy welled up in Mo's heart.
The other person was truly intimate with their Gods, to be held in such an embrace, to be patted on the back and told "You've worked hard."
Mo turned his head to look at his Creation Lord.
The moment those eyes swept over him, all other thoughts vanished from his mind.
Mo nipped the idea in the bud.
Well, he simply couldn't imagine the Creation Lord holding him in his arms and patting his back.
If the Creation Lord really did that, he would probably immediately suspect that the Creator's subordinates were about to grab his head and twist it off.
The Goddess of Beauty was still stroking Si Lin's back, her face gentle. After hearing him say "It's not hard work," a glint flashed in her eyes.
"Really? Since it's not too hard, then go back and keep working hard. You only have three more years until retirement, so keep it up! I'll come to congratulate you on your retirement in person then."
After saying that, the Goddess of Beauty tossed Si Lin into the air. Golden Divine Power surged from her fingertips, enveloping Si Lin and transforming him into a golden shooting star, which disappeared into the Starry Sky with a whoosh.