The "Delicate" Summer God
Summer God crawled around on the Divine Power Barrier, when suddenly the mint-green divine Divine Power disappeared. He fell straight down from mid-air, and just as his handsome face was about to make intimate contact with the ground, he was caught by a pair of hands.
The familiar warmth enveloped him. Summer God didn't even lift his head, slumping limply into those arms, and said in the most "delicate" tone he had ever used:
"Thank you, brother."
Wuma Xiu landed with Summer God in his arms, looking down at the large accessory in his arms who could clearly fly on her own but insisted on acting weak, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes.
Xia is still too lively; she can't stay still for a moment.
Although Wuma Xiu knew in his heart that even if Summer God really landed face-first on the ground, it would only create a crater, and he himself wouldn't even get a scratch.
Even though he knew it, he still couldn't help but reach out and take it.
The scenes from that year flashed uncontrollably through Wuma Xiu's mind.
Those hands had once held onto nothing.
Therefore, even for something as trivial as Summer God falling from mid-air, he would not hesitate to reach out and help.
"Get down now!"
Wuma Xiu involuntarily pulled his arm back.
Summer God shook his head violently and said:
"No, I want my brother to hold me."
As he spoke, he tightened his arms around Wuma Xiu's neck, as if he wanted to stick to the other person.
Summer God thought it best to completely block her brother's view so that he couldn't see that annoying thing that had just come out of the Main Hall.
"How old are you? Why are you still letting Chun carry you? You're fine, but I was worried Chun would get tired."
Death God nearby, couldn't help but have a thousand thoughts surging in his mind, but he couldn't hold back and uttered a cold, sarcastic remark.
There aren't many things that Death hates most in his Death God; at most, there are only two.
One was her job, and the other was Chun's three younger brothers.
This statement hit Summer God's sore spot.
You can say whatever you want about him, but you absolutely cannot say that he made his brother suffer. He jumped down from Wuma Xiu's arms with a speed that was completely different from his "delicate" appearance just now.
However, the next second, he bent down, scooped up Wuma Xiu with both hands, and carried him horizontally in his arms.
"Since brother is tired, I'll carry him."
Summer God puffed out his chest, his eyes shining, as if he were doing something extraordinary and glorious.
Wuma Xiu was both amused and exasperated by his series of actions, so he patted him on the shoulder, signaling for the other man to put him down.
Summer God's reaction not only left Death God speechless, but also stunned Autumn God and Winter God for a moment.
A rare hint of approval flashed in Autumn God's eyes.
He never expected that his usually stubborn second brother would be so clever one day.
That was a pretty good move.
The Winter God lowered his head, his silver-blue eyes fixed on the ground, his long white hair falling down to obscure his expression.
It turns out, he was the dumbest one in the family.
My second brother seems carefree, but he can come up with this clever idea in a crucial moment.
The third brother has been smart since childhood and has never needed anyone to worry about him.
He was the only one who couldn't even read the subtle signals his second and third brothers were exchanging; he only knew how to be a quiet little follower.
Wuma Xiu looked around and felt that the atmosphere was really bad. Perhaps this was the little trouble of having three younger brothers. However, he was now even better at balancing things than the Old Self Moon God, who was a master of impartiality.
Wuma Xiu quickly appeased all the gods.
Treat everyone equally and share the benefits equally.
Death God isn't in a hurry to leave right now, since he doesn't have any work to do. He's left all the soul-reaping tasks to Little Bone.
Moreover, he wanted to take this opportunity to spend more time with Chun, to get to know her better, and to try to make Chun completely forget the gloomy and cold person he used to be. He wanted to further solidify his current laid-back and carefree image, so that in the future, whenever Chun thought of him, this leisurely and carefree image would come to mind.
However, he also discovered something:
If you're a salted fish for too long, you might actually become a genuine salted fish god.
Specifically, Death God now wants to lie down whenever he sees a table, wants to doze off whenever he sees the Sun, and even has the idea of moving the Death God Temple over and building a small hut next to it when he sees the Spring God, Sun -kissed grass in the Spring God's Garden.
This is bad. Although he originally planned to remain a slacker, he couldn't be so slacker that even Chun would find him unappealing.
Death God felt a chill run down his spine at this thought.
Meanwhile, Autumn God, who was waiting for Death God to leave, frowned more and more deeply.
Why haven't they left yet?
In the past, no matter how unpleasant the other person was, they would at least take the initiative to leave quickly and would never linger for even a second longer.
And now, they're still not leaving!
"Death God, aren't you leaving yet?"
When the Autumn God asked this question, the Summer God and the Winter God looked at each other with the same expression in their eyes.
Death God yawned, walked over to Wuma Xiu, and said, "Spring, I'd like to stay with you for a while, is that alright?"
"Can."
Wuma Xiu nodded; it was perfect timing, as he could check on the other person's condition every day.
Unfortunately, the Summer Autumn Winter God were unaware of this situation, and at this moment, they had all become stone sculptures on the verge of shattering.
Over the next few days, the three gods discovered that this Death God was completely different from before. He was spending all his time lounging on their brother's new desk, lying on the grass by their brother's flowerbed, and even mooching tea that their brother had personally brewed.
Autumn God's hand trembled as he held the folding fan. He wondered how he could get his brother to throw this shameless fellow out of the Spring God Temple.
This question kept swirling in his mind.
But it's destined that we'll never get an answer.
As everyone knows, the Spring God is gentle in nature.
He never gets angry at any Gods.
Even if you stand in front of him and mock him, he'll just look at you quietly, give you a smile, and not take it to heart at all.
If you offend the Spring God, it's like punching cotton; the other party feels no pain, but you yourself will be choked by that sense of powerlessness and speechless for a long time.
However, no god would be foolish enough to offend the Spring God. Just think about what those gods who mocked the Gods of Spring God have suffered over the years.
The Spring God is gentle, but that doesn't mean the gods who are on good terms with him are equally gentle.
Conversely, a very few Gods are particularly violent.
The Autumn God sat on the steps in Spring God Temple.
The Summer God sat on the steps next to the Autumn God, his head drooping, his fiery red ponytail hanging listlessly over his shoulders, like a defeated rooster.
He simply couldn't understand what was so good about that Death God.
Why is my brother so gentle with that guy? He sends him flowers, catches up with him alone, and now he's even letting him stay for several days without asking him to leave.
But he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh to his brother, so he could only bottle up his frustration inside.
He glanced at the pebbles at the edge of the steps and kicked them away.
--Damn Death God!
Winter God glanced at his two older brothers, who were sitting side by side on the steps sighing, then strode over to Wuma Xiu. He reached out his icy hand, took the other's hand, and looked up at him with his silver-blue eyes.
"Brother, let's go out and play."
Because of his concession, spring has arrived in the world, and the flowers on Perching Flower Star have bloomed again. I've heard that the flowers there are so beautiful that they can make the Goddess of Beauty linger; my brother will surely love them.