Who Are You?

Summer God circled his older brother several times, looking left at Autumn God and right at Winter God. His two younger brothers were lying down more comfortably than the other, showing no intention of making room for him.

Okay, the older brother only has two legs and two arms.

Summer God paused, then suddenly circled behind Wuma Xiu, opened his arms, and hugged his brother's waist from behind, pressing his entire body against him, his chest pressed tightly against the other's back.

Summer God's chin rested on Wuma Xiu's shoulder, his fiery red ponytail cascading down his chest.

But it's okay, he still has his hands.

There's no room in front, so he can hug you from behind.

Summer God tightened his arms, a smug smile spreading across his face, and gestured with his chin toward his two younger brothers lying on his lap.

See how smart his older brother is?

What's so special about you using your legs as pillows?

Summer God wrapped her arms around Wuma Xiu's neck and rested her head affectionately on his shoulder. Her fiery red ponytail intertwined with Wuma Xiu's mint-green hair, like the sunset falling into a willow grove in spring.

He tilted his head and whispered in Wuma Xiu's ear:

"Brother, is this uncomfortable?"

Wuma Xiu's hands and legs were now occupied.

The Autumn God lies on his left leg, and the Winter God rests on his right leg.

She was stroking the hair of her two younger brothers with both hands.

But it's okay, he still has his head.

Wuma Xiu turned his head and rubbed his cheek against Summer God's fiery red head, which was so close to his.

"It's okay, brother isn't upset."

After lying down for a while, Autumn God suddenly opened his eyes, took out the folding fan from his sleeve, and gently unfolded it to fan his brother. Although the Spring God Temple was always warm and never hot, he still wanted to do something.

Seeing this, the Winter God gently grasped the hand that Wuma Xiu had placed on his head, his icy fingertips covering the back of his brother's hand.

"Brother, let me massage your hands."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and began to massage Wuma Xiu's fingers, from the fingertips to the knuckles, from the palm to the back of the hand, as if he were treating this as something more important than governing winter.

Summer God, hanging behind Wuma Xiu, saw his two younger brothers fanning him and massaging his hands. As the second oldest, he naturally couldn't be left behind. He immediately straightened up, put his hands on Wuma Xiu's shoulders, and began to massage his shoulders and back in a very professional manner.

His control over force was already unparalleled.

A fist can also be heated.

However, this warm atmosphere lasted only a moment, as the three gods stopped what they were doing almost simultaneously.

A cold, familiar aura was rapidly approaching from afar.

--That was the aura of death, and the other person also carried the unique chill of the Underworld.

This aura came to mind automatically without them even having to think about it.

--grim Death God.

The arrival of Death God was entirely expected; the gods of Spring God, Summer God, Autumn God, and Winter God all knew this.

When my brother wakes up, that Death God will come.

The three gods simply hadn't expected their opponent to arrive so quickly.

How long has it been? And how impatient they are!

The Death God was standing Spring God Temple, first raised his hand and touched his hair. His hair was neatly styled and hadn't fallen out, and there were no stray hairs around it.

He pressed his fingertip against the area under his eyes again. The light gray-black bruise that had always been there had actually disappeared in the past seven years, but he had added it back on last time because he was worried that Chun wouldn't be used to it.

After a thorough inspection, Death God's dark purple-red eyes narrowed, the eerie wind around him vanished completely, and the clothes he wore were now comfortable and light-colored.

He stood in front of the palace gate for a moment, hesitating.

Death God was unusually unsure of what to do. He felt it was best to let Haru get used to his changes first, and he didn't know if Haru would like his current laid-back style.

His dark, wine-red lips pursed.

If Chun still prefers the image of a diligent worker from before, then he will have no choice but to revert to being a beast of burden.

Death God raised his hand, his knuckles about to land on the door of the Spring God Temple, but the door opened by itself. Behind the door was the cold face of the Winter God, whose face Death God without mercy, and his silver-blue eyes, which were staring at him coldly, filled with confusion.

"Who are you?"

The Winter God sparingly uttered three words, his gaze sweeping past the unfamiliar god before him and then around.

He had clearly sensed the presence of Death God just now.

But when the door opened, apart from the god in front of him wearing a casual Robe, with his hair tied up with Bone Hairpin and no aura, there were no other gods.

Where is Death God?

If they dare to play tricks on them, they will never open the gates of the Spring God Temple again.

Winter God thought to himself.

Death God stood at the doorway, his dark purple-red eyes widening for a moment, his long eyelashes trembling, and the curve of his lips appearing somewhat stiff.

"Winter God, don't you recognize me?"

--Oh no, if even the Winter God, who hates herself so much, doesn't recognize herself, how will Spring recognize her?

Upon hearing this voice, the Winter God frowned slightly.

He knew that voice too well, so well that every time he heard it, he wanted to freeze the other person into an ice sculpture.

That's clearly the voice of Death God.

Winter God turned his gaze back to the man before him, whose demeanor had drastically changed. His silver-blue eyes swept over him from head to toe, from his tied-up hair to his casual Robe, finally settling on the thin silver chain wrapped around his bare ankle.

It really is that Death God, that shoe-obsessed weirdo.

Among all the Righteous God Divine Realm, he was the only one who always went barefoot, with thin silver chains of unknown purpose wrapped around his ankles, leaving black flowers blooming wherever he stepped.

Winter God frowned even more, but this time he didn't say anything more.

Although Death God never brings good news when he visits, his brother said he would entertain guests, so he wouldn't turn anyone away. Besides, he hadn't really looked at the other person's face before, but he hadn't expected that this disguise would actually make him look somewhat dignified.

The Winter God stepped aside, making way for a path into the temple.

"Come in. Your brother is picking Green Crabapple for you."

Death God stepped across the threshold, his bare feet landing on the warm, white jade floor of the Spring God Temple.

The Spring God Temple is the domain of the Spring God, where the Authority of Death God is somewhat suppressed, though not as completely as it is in the Life God Temple. Specifically, black Mandrake will not bloom where Death God walks.

Death God secretly breathed a sigh of relief at this situation.

--The flowers have finally stopped blooming.