His Darned Charm

The Stream God was extremely self-conscious. When he saw the beauty of the Goddess of Beauty, he felt ashamed of himself and wished he could crawl into a hole in the ground.

Therefore, the Stream God is almost immune to the beauty of the Goddess of Beauty.

His sudden attack made the Goddess of Beauty instinctively turn and run away.

There was nothing he could do; recently, he had developed a psychological trauma from being chased by a certain white-haired, red-eyed Old Self, and reflexively assumed that the old man was coming up to settle scores with him again.

Just as the Goddess of Beauty was about to make a move, he suddenly stopped.

No, this is the Stream God, not that violent and stingy Old Self, why is he running away?

The Goddess of Beauty quickly assessed the opponent's fighting strength in her mind, elegantly maintained her composure, stretched out a hand, easily caught the rushing water, and with a flick of her wrist, guided it back into the stream.

--Still quite weak.

The Goddess of Beauty sat gracefully on the Flowing Clouds, leaning against the wisps of cloud, her posture relaxed, comfortable, and composed.

The Stream God mustered his courage and launched an attack, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a mint-green figure walking towards him.

--It's the Spring God, the Spring God has arrived.

The little bit of determination he had finally mustered was instantly shattered.

The god suddenly shrank back into the stream, curled up behind a large, round pebble, hugged his knees, buried his head in his arms, and muttered:

"I miss the Sea God so much. If he were here, things might be different. If the Sea God were here, he would definitely have found the Water God. Unlike me, I'm just a useless piece of trash."

The Goddess of Beauty glanced at the stream where the Stream God was hiding, completely unable to understand his strange behavior.

Did he think that by shrinking into a tiny ball and hiding in the stream, he wouldn't be able to find him?

And what Water God? How does he know where the Water God is?

He wasn't familiar with the Water God.

The Goddess of Beauty found the other party somewhat inexplicable, but with Old Self present, she couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the frail Stream God.

He turned his gaze toward the Spring God.

Such a gentle and kind Old Self, she surely wouldn't refuse me, right?

The Goddess of Beauty patted the Flowing Clouds beneath her.

The Flowing Clouds immediately understood, and the entire cloud turned a light pink with joy, carrying the Goddess of Beauty as it floated leisurely towards the Spring God spring.

Hmph, great! My luck is really good. I just happened to run into the Spring God. My god seems to be in a very good mood, so he probably won't hold those petty bribes against me anymore.

Su Qingci was also extremely excited to see the Goddess of Beauty.

He immediately changed into the newly purchased Little Flower Spirit skin in the System Space and rushed out as a light green streak of Flowing Light.

Today, he will embrace one host on his left and one on his right.

He'll ascend directly to the pinnacle of life!

The Goddess of Beauty looked down and saw a Little Flower Spirit, no bigger than the palm of her hand, hovering in front of her, its two thin, transparent wings fluttering. Its bright green eyes sparkled, and it wore a short white robe embroidered with small flower vines.

"How adorable, System."

Su Qingci her lips, about to laugh, when she heard the other person say:

"System, I didn't expect you to have this kind of skin. How come when I was around you you were always wearing that ugly Stickman skin, hanging around in front of me every day?"

The Goddess of Beauty poked Su Qingci's head with her fingertip, causing the Little Flower Spirit, no bigger than a palm, to somersault in the air. A smile played on her lips, but her voice carried a chilling undertone:

"Or do you think spring looks better, and I'm not worth you changing your skin?"

Su Qingci's body began to tremble.

At this moment, it truly understood the power of those so-called crematoriums and Asura battlefields. How could the same person be so difficult to deal with just by changing their identity?

Su Qingci quickly pounced on him and hugged the finger that the Goddess of Beauty had poked him with, frantically trying to be cute while explaining the reason.

Besides, it chirps softly again. It's just that its skin wasn't changed before; is it really necessary to turn it back into "it"?

--Well, what can you do when he acted like a scoundrel?

As the Spring God flew closer, she heard Su Qingci tearfully explaining while holding the Goddess of Beauty's fingers.

He smiled at the Goddess of Beauty, then reached out and gently stroked Su Qingci's head with his fingertips, saying softly:

"Mei, is it okay for you to bully it like this?"

Question marks began to pop up one after another in Su Qingci's head.

Something about this sentence doesn't sound quite right.

Does this mean that the Goddess of Beauty is teasing it?

The Goddess of Beauty plucked Su Qingci and placed her on the soft, Flowing Clouds, clearly in a very good mood:

"Fine, I'll let you off the hook for Chun's sake. Actually, I know the reason, I just wanted to see you anxiously explaining yourself. How about that, are you angry?"

Su Qingci lay on her back on the Flowing Clouds, looking at the Goddess of Beauty's stunningly beautiful smiling face. She finally understood what it meant to be a little angry but unable to get angry at all because the other person was so beautiful.

However, it seemed that Goddess of Beauty was even more wicked than God of Wine.

This is probably what they mean by the student surpassing the teacher.

However, Su Qingci was still a little angry.

So it angrily pounded the clouds beneath it with its two hands.

Flowing Cloud, growing impatient from being punched, conjured two chubby cloud hands and rolled Su Qingci into a round Little Flower Spirit ball, just like kneading glutinous rice balls, before tossing it into the air.

--Ha, what kind of Little Flower Spirit is this, daring to hit herself?

It is the exclusive mount of the Goddess of Beauty, and even the Evil God can only obediently bribe it.

Su Qingci flapped her two thin wings to steady herself and flew back, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Her small, emerald-green eyes stared intently at Flowing Cloud, their gazes filled with a fierce light.

--Ha, a mere cloud, how dare it be crumpled, rubbed, and thrown away? It must have a death wish with this wretched cloud!

Not to be outdone, Flowing Cloud fluffed up a whole cloud of wisps, transforming them into two chubby cloud hands, striking a pose that said, "Come on, who's afraid of who?"

So, Su Qingci and Flowing Cloud started fighting between the Goddess of Beauty and the Spring God. A Little Flower Spirit the size of a palm and a soft, fluffy Flowing Cloud, one was pounding the cloud with its little fists, while the other was using its cloud hands to knead the other into a ball and then bounce it away.

The Goddess of Beauty and Spring God exchanged a glance and tacitly chose to ignore the zero-damage battle between these two adorable creatures, letting them do as they pleased.

No matter how fierce a Little Flower Spirit is, it can't smash a cloud.

Even the fiercest cloud can't crush a flower spirit.

The Goddess of Beauty was clinging to the Spring God, and seeing that she didn't resist and let him lean on her, he became even more excited.

He knew that even he, Old Self, couldn't resist his damn charm.

As for those few before...

Well, it was an accident! Just a complete accident!