You Can't Have This God!

The Goddess of Beauty clapped her hands and glanced at the Dark Night.

Dark Night shuddered, fearing she would be thrown out too, and rushed up to nuzzle his hand affectionately, while desperately pointing the butt of her spear at the Spear across from her, who was watching the spectacle with schadenfreude.

Dark Night: "God, I beg to catch up with my brother."

The Goddess of Beauty felt a tickle on her fingertips from its rubbing and chuckled, "Alright, I won't embarrass you. Go and hang out with your brother."

As if granted a pardon, the Dark Night "whooshed" towards its brother.

On the other side, the Jade Qilin Clan.

Carl was reclining in his room, resting with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a Clan Leader descended from the sky.

"Clan Leader, what's wrong with you...?"

Before Carl could finish his question, Si Lin sprang up from the ground, threw herself into his arms, and began to sob.

Carl listened attentively at first, nodding occasionally in agreement, but as he listened, he gradually sensed that something was amiss.

This isn't a lament; it's clearly boasting.

He boasted that the Goddess of Beauty him, patted his back, touched his Goddess of Beauty, and even said "Thank you for your hard work" to Goddess of Beauty.

Carl raised his hands, making a large "X" in front of his chest, his blue eyes filled with rejection.

"Clan Leader, you're forbidden from showing off your love to me. Besides, you're still young; this isn't the time to be thinking about these things."

He appeared to be deeply concerned about the young Clan Leader.

However, Si Lin wasn't buying it at all, clinging to his waist and refusing to let go, continuing to shower him with displays of affection.

Carl smiled, holding him in his arms as he turned and pulled a thick Jade Qilin Clan Classics from the bookshelf. Then, he pressed Si Lin down on the bed, wrapped him tightly in the blanket, leaving only his head sticking out.

"Clan Leader, since you're so free today, why don't we brush up on our Required Course?"

Si Lin wouldn't listen; he wanted to fly back to find the god right now.

However, now that Dark Night is gone, by the time he flies back, everything will probably be gone.

Thinking about it, Si Lin felt deflated. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Carl opened the book and began to read the chapters about education from the Jade Qilin Clan.

Hearing the other person start reading, Si Lin simply pulled the blanket over his head, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

If I don't catch up on sleep now, I won't be able to sleep at all later.

Half an hour later

Carl put down his book, looked down, and gently pulled the blanket down to reveal the other person's head.

He reached out his hand, as if wanting to touch Si Lin.

Carl's finger hovered in mid-air for a long time before finally brushing a stray strand of hair off the pillow and withdrawing it.

"Unfortunately, I can only stay with you for another hundred years."

He was human. Although people's lifespans have increased and they can live to be two hundred years old now, it is still too short compared to Si Lin.

Their lifespans were unequal from the start.

When he grows old and dies, Si Lin will still have thousands of years to walk alone.

The Divine Envoy every trick in the book, including but not limited to verbal teasing, suggestive glances, and physical touch... but no matter how she tried to provoke him, her old Asura God Old Self completely unmoved.

His beauty is clearly unparalleled in the world.

But why is it that every Old Self remains unmoved when first confronting themselves?

The Goddess of Beauty felt as if several arrows had been shot into her heart.

Finally, he glanced at the Asura God one last time.

--Forget it.

The Goddess of Beauty said she didn't want to hang herself on one tree, after all, she also owned a whole forest.

But before he left, there was one last thing he wanted to do.

The Goddess of Beauty's gaze was fixed on the face of the Asura God.

As he leaned forward, about to get close to that cold face that was inches away, a hand reached out from the side and blocked him from the Asura God.

The God of Desire's heterochromatic eyes were filled with hostility, and a smile played on his lips, but the smile was as cold as ice.

"Isn't this the Goddess of Beauty?" the God of Desire asked.

The Goddess of Beauty took a few steps back, not out of fear of the God of Desire, but purely out of disdain. She sized up the God of Desire, a equally sharp smile playing on her lips:

"Ha, isn't this the God of Desire?"

There are quite a few stories about the Goddess of Beauty and the God of Desire. But if you had to summarize it in one sentence, it would simply be about those old tales of love, romance, and beauty.

The God of Desire stood before the Asura God, arms outstretched like a cat guarding its food.

This Goddess of Beauty is a bit eerie.

He vowed to defend the innocence of their Asura God to the death.

"Goddess of Beauty, what's wrong? The other gods can't satisfy you, so you've turned your evil claws to our Lord Asura God?"

"They're utterly courting death."

Since the departure of the Asura God, the God of Desire's Love Rival Radar has automatically entered a state of maximum alert.

His intuition proved correct; when he rushed over, he found a daring thief attempting to steal from his god.

The Goddess of Beauty approached the God of Desire, a captivating smile playing on her lips.

He raised his hand a few times, and with a flick of his fingertips, a stream of Flowing Light wrapped around the wrist and ankle of the God of Desire. In the blink of an eye, the God of Desire, who had been fiercely protecting the Asura God, was now tightly bound.

"That's not enough? In my opinion, only the Asura God among you is capable of fighting. The rest are just a bunch of trash, yet they dare to talk back to me."

The Goddess of Beauty looked at the Evil God on the ground, which was still struggling desperately.

The God of Desire writhed and twisted on the ground, trying to break free of his restraints.

But the rope, made of some unknown material, only tightened around him the more he struggled.

The God of Desire, his face flushed red with rage, looked up and roared at the Goddess of Beauty:

"Damn it, why are you grabbing me! Can't you see our Lord Asura God is right here? Let me go!"

He roared while desperately trying to wink in the direction of the Asura God.

Unfortunately, this wink was destined to be given to the blind man.

Asura God: I didn't see it.

The Goddess of Beauty conjured another long rope in her hand and wrapped it around the God of Desire several more times.

He laughed as he shook it, saying:

"Then go ahead and yell, let's see if he'll side with you or me."

The Goddess of Beauty swung the God of Desire around in the air, and a small booklet was flung out from his body, landing right in front of the Asura God.

The God of Desire felt dizzy and saw stars. He managed to squeeze out a few broken, "sincere" apologies and requests before the Goddess of Beauty finally stopped and put him down.

The God of Desire collapsed to the ground.

The entire Deity Statue was like a puddle of water that had been stirred up. It was impossible for it to get up for a long time. It felt like its stomach was churning and everything was blurry.

Damn Goddess of Beauty, he'll remember this grudge.

However, why didn't the Asura God intervene when he was being bullied?

The God of Desire understands the Asura God. Although the other party might, perhaps, maybe... not take him seriously, upon witnessing that scene just now, even if he remained indifferent and thought him a piece of trash, he should have still taken action.

Could it be...?

The God of Desire considered a certain possibility, and it was as if struck by lightning.

His mind went blank for a moment, then he turned and lunged at the Asura God, grabbing his leg.

"Lord Asura God, you can't accept this god!"

At this moment, even the God of Desire forgot his divine Divine Office.