Goddess of Beauty

The Stream God was so nervous that bubbles were rising from the bottom of the water where he was hiding, creating ripples on the surface.

Why are they still staying here?

Let's go, let's go!

The Stream God huddled at the bottom of the stream, curled up behind a large, round pebble, hoping that the four Gods would leave soon so that he could continue waiting for the Goddess of Beauty.

Unfortunately, they didn't leave even after we waited for a long time.

The Stream God wanted to leave, but was afraid of being discovered.

What should I do if I get caught?

The bubbles in the stream kept increasing until the whole stream was boiling as if it were being boiled.

The commotion was so great that even the Flower Trees, who were still basking in the bliss of Spring God pat on the head, noticed it.

It turned its head to look to the side and was so frightened that all the branches and leaves on the tree sprang to life. The stream it knew so well was boiling, with bubbles rising to the surface like a pot of water being boiled.

What's going on?

Huahua quickly buried the roots she had just pulled from the soil back in, then suddenly realized something was wrong; now was not the time to run away.

Why is the stream bubbling? Could it be that it's bubbling up?

That water must be very hot.

No, its brothers, sisters, and family members cannot be harmed!

The Huahua were so anxious that the petals on the branches fluttered down.

Although it is afraid of being burned, it is a tree blessed by the Goddess of Beauty and will not be burned.

But the ordinary Flower Trees around them are different; if they are splashed by the scalding stream water, they will be scalded or even killed.

Huahua quickly turned to Wuma Xiu, whose entire tree was trembling, her voice urgent and panicked:

"Lord Spring God, please save my family! They are different from me; they will be hurt if scalded by boiling water."

Don't worry, they're fine.

Wuma Xiu gently comforted the Flower Tree, whose petals were almost all shaken off in its anxiety, and looked towards the bubbling stream.

At the same time, the Stream God cautiously poked its head out of the stream, its light blue eyes darting timidly in the shimmering water, its voice broken and intermittent.

"The water isn't boiling... so they'll be... fine."

After saying that, he quickly retreated to the bottom of the stream, curled up behind a large, round pebble, his heart pounding faster than the bubbles in the water.

No, he's even more nervous now that he's said that.

Will they think he's eavesdropping?

Will they think they're being disgusting?

Could it be...?

He's clearly Gods, yet he's so nervous he's stuttering. Doesn't he even deserve to be a god?

The more the Stream God thought about it, the more inferior he felt, and the more withdrawn he became.

But just then, a lush green water plant peeked out from a crack in the pebbles, stretched out its soft leaves, and poked the Stream God's shoulder.

The Stream God opened its eyes, blinked its light blue eyes, and met a pair of round, green bean-like eyes.

The water plants twisted into the shape of a heart.

The Stream God blinked, and then saw a line of mint-green writing suddenly appear in the stream in front of him.

[Stream God, we're sorry to have bothered you. We'll be leaving now.]

The Stream God stared blankly at the words, his aquamarine eyes wide. For some reason, he suddenly found the courage to surface again, but they had already disappeared from the surrounding Sea of Flowers.

He stood there stunned for a long time.

"Flowing Cloud, tell me, just how much have you been taking bribes lately? If this keeps up, I'm going to switch to another cloud."

The Goddess of Beauty lay on top of Flowing Cloud, poking the soft, fluffy cloud beneath her with her fingers, her tone tinged with disdain.

Ever since that That Matter with the Evil God, this cloud has become quite shameless.

They used to accept bribes secretly, but now they dare to flirt with other gods right in front of him, accepting bribes openly and blatantly.

Flowing Cloud trembled guiltily, and the entire cloud turned from snow-white to light pink. In its haste, the cloud puffed up, and the cloud wisps exploded like cotton candy blown about by the wind.

"God, I was wrong, so wrong. Don't change the clouds, they certainly won't suit me as well. None of those clouds can carry you better than me, and none can change color better than me."

While admitting its mistake, Flowing Cloud racked its brains, listing one of its strengths after another. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck it, and it spotted a familiar planet not far away.

--Perching Flower Star.

It remembered that God used to really like this star, and last time He even stopped to admire the Sea of Flowers for a long time.

However, at that time, I encountered Love God.

Without saying a word, Flowing Cloud carried the Goddess of Beauty and flew towards that planet.

Whether or not God can forgive me this time depends entirely on this one move.

The Goddess of Beauty reclined on the Flowing Clouds, her long hair cascading down from the edge of the clouds. She gazed into the distance at the planet covered in a sea of pink and white Sea of Flowers, and remembered that Sea of Flowers from the past.

A smile played on his lips as he let the Flowing Clouds drift in that direction.

Fine, I'll forgive it this time. After all, it's our own cloud service, and it would be too much trouble to replace it.

Wuma Xiu strolled through the Sea of Flowers on Perching Flower Star with his three adorable younger brothers and Huahua.

Huahua diligently led the way, gesturing with branches and leaves as she went, introducing them to the most beautiful flower slopes on Perching Flower Star.

It knows this place very well; after all, it has patrolled it for several years, and there's no scenery it doesn't know.

As he walked, Wuma Xiu suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

--This feeling is that of the Goddess of Beauty.

Upon sensing the other person, he instinctively looked at his three younger brothers beside him.

--No, for the sake of his three younger brothers' lifelong happiness, he absolutely cannot let the Goddess of Beauty come.

"Summer, autumn, winter, beauty has arrived. You all stay here, I'll go say hello to the other side."

Wuma Xiu spoke softly to his three younger brothers, then turned and flew towards the direction of the Goddess of Beauty.

His original intention was to worry that his brothers would be captivated by the beauty of the Goddess of Beauty, but his words were interpreted differently by the gods of Summer God, Autumn God, and Winter God.

They had never seen their brother so anxious; even his steps were faster than usual.

That's the Goddess of Beauty; who among the Gods doesn't know of her?

Could it be that their older brother has also fallen for the Goddess of Beauty?

The Goddess of Beauty had just arrived on Perching Flower Star when she discovered a huge surprise.

What did he see?

Isn't this his Old Self, the Spring God?

The Goddess of Beauty smiled smugly and opened her arms to greet her.

Finally, a normal Old Self has arrived. The other person will definitely be captivated by his good looks.

However, before the Goddess of Beauty could speak, a huge torrent of water shot up from a clear stream and rushed towards him.

"Goddess of Beauty! Hand over the Water God!"

The Stream God emerged from the stream; he had waited for many years and finally met the Goddess of Beauty.