Two Gods Who Couldn't Read a Look

After feeling down for a while, Summer God, being naturally optimistic, automatically recovered.

He took a small breath, looked around, and saw Qiu holding a folding fan, staring warily at Death God, while Dong was nestled in her brother's arms, enjoying a pat on the head.

The older brother was busy comforting his younger brother and had no time to look at him.

--Well, it seems God didn't even notice his emo.

Summer God felt a sense of desolation in his heart, and even the sunlight on his shoulders seemed colder.

But it doesn't matter, he can just join in.

And so, Summer God stared intently at Wuma Xiu.

Wuma Xiu rubbed it for a while, then put his hand down and carefully examined Winter God's forehead; the redness and swelling had subsided.

"Winter, does it still hurt?"

A rare look of pleasure appeared on the Winter God's face. He didn't answer, but simply hugged his brother tightly and wouldn't let go.

What can Wuma Xiu do?

Of course, you'd spoil your own younger brother.

He smiled apologetically at Death God and waved his hand gently.

The freshly picked Green Crabapple took flight and floated automatically toward Death God.

Death God reached out and took the Green Crabapple, carefully accepting it before stepping forward.

Spring, I'm here.

He spoke, his expression somewhat evasive, his dark purple-red eyes lowered slightly, not daring to look directly into Wuma Xiu's eyes.

For the past seven years, he had been living this carefree life, and he didn't feel anything was wrong when he was alone. But now, standing in front of the Spring God, he suddenly began to feel uneasy.

What if Chun doesn't like him looking like this?

Seeing the other party's evasive expression, Wuma Xiu ruffled Winter God's hair while carefully examining Death God's new attire. Then, he smiled and said gently:

"Damn, you look pretty good in that outfit."

Upon hearing this affirmation, Death God felt a surge of joy.

"Spring, do you like it?"

Death God, driven by a secret thought, posed the question. The image of the God of Spring God was reflected in his dark purple-red eyes.

Wuma Xiu nodded and commented seriously:

This outfit really suits you.

He couldn't say he disliked Death God's sinister and chilling appearance back then.

After all, that's what Death God truly looks like.

The Spring God never held prejudices against a Gods based on their nature. However, he preferred the way they looked now, appearing relaxed and at ease.

Hearing the other party's confirmation, Death God's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for so long, finally settled down.

From now on, he can maintain this lazy, carefree attitude forever. More importantly, this way he'll have plenty of time to visit the Spring God Temple, since he's idle anyway.

Once his Life God wakes up, he can go visit him again.

Seeing that they were chatting happily, the Autumn God gave the Winter God a wink, and his smoky blue eyes glanced sideways toward the God of Death God.

However, Winter God remained nestled in Wuma Xiu's arms, completely oblivious to the signal.

Okay, as expected.

Although his younger brother looks cold, he is actually quite simple-minded and cannot understand these subtle, veiled glances at him.

Helpless, the Autumn God turned to the Summer God and gave a meaningful look in the direction of the God of Death God.

Summer God noticed that Autumn God was winking at him, those fiery golden eyes blinking again and again. He stood there pondering for a while, and then he understood.

The Summer God strode up to the Autumn God and said in a serious tone:

"Qiu, do you also want your second brother to hug you?"

He opened his arms, gesturing for the other person to come closer, his fiery golden eyes filled with genuine concern.

Summer God considers himself the eldest among his brothers besides his elder brother. He also cares deeply for his two younger brothers, Autumn God and Winter God. Although he often competes with them for the title of elder brother, he is never hesitant to act as the second elder brother when it is his turn.

Although the other person didn't notice me just now, as the older brother, I should naturally be magnanimous.

Autumn God turned his head away in disgust, using his folding fan to block Summer God's approaching chest. He silently repeated "Why am I not the second brother?" countless times before sighing.

Okay, his second brother is simple-minded and stubborn.

He also understood that one couldn't expect the other party to understand any hints.

However, the other person seemed a little sad just now.

Fine, Autumn God reluctantly hugged the other person for a moment before letting go and then went on top of them herself.

He put away his finally freed folding fan, stepped forward, and inserted himself into the gap between Wuma Xiu and Death God, facing his brother and with his back to Death God, blocking that sinister gaze.

"Brother, this isn't the place to talk, let's go inside."

Autumn God pulled Wuma Xiu into the hall, where seats had already been arranged. Four chairs were placed close together, separated by a long table, while another chair stood alone on the other side of the table.

The purpose of this seating arrangement.

Those who know, know; no one will sit in the wrong seat.

Autumn God methodically arranged for his brothers to sit down in turn. He had just settled himself down elegantly when he looked up, intending to see the unpleasant expressions on their faces, only to find that the length of the table was rapidly shrinking.

Death God, meanwhile, had already calmly taken his seat directly opposite his brother.

They're all gods; shortening the table is a piece of cake for them.

Death God glanced sideways at Autumn God, not taking the other's little scheme to heart.

Autumn God snorted, his smoky blue eyes coldly fixed on the Death God sitting directly opposite his brother. He really couldn't do anything about him for the moment, and with his brother right there, he couldn't very well lose his temper in front of him; that would only make him seem petty.

And what if it embarrasses my brother?

However, the most fundamental reason is that they all owe Death God too much. Even if the other party goes too far, the older brother, with his gentle nature to the core, would not get angry. Moreover, Death God always appears to be good-tempered and kind in front of the older brother.

Autumn God secretly grumbled to himself:

This act might fool his brother, but any other god would have seen Death God's sinister and chilling true face. He thought about the entire Divine Realm, and probably only his brother, who seemed to have a soft glow on both humans and gods, thought Death God was easy to get along with.

Wuma Xiu keenly noticed Autumn God's change and reached out to touch him. Of his three younger brothers, Autumn God was the one he was most worried about. Qiu Shen wasn't as thick-skinned as De Xia, nor as simple-minded as De Dong. Sometimes he was sensitive and easily fell into extremes.

Fortunately, they're quite easy to appease.

As Wuma Xiu pondered this, he reached out and touched Autumn God's head, then rubbed Summer God's head.

He hadn't missed the desolate and aggrieved look on Summer God's face, but Winter God, whose forehead was red from being hit, was nestled in his arms, so he had to comfort the youngest one first.

The moment Summer God was rubbed, her previous grievances vanished instantly, and her fiery golden eyes lit up again. She even raised her chin at the Death God when her brother wasn't looking.

It turned out his brother had seen it too.

Autumn God covered his face with a folding fan, pretending to be indifferent, but his smoky blue eyes were clearly curved.