In a Wonderful Mood
"Mei, there's something I need to tell you."
The Spring God casually touched the head of the Goddess of Beauty.
To be honest, Goddess of Beauty's clingy nature is exactly like that of her brothers.
He was already used to being clung to.
"What's up?"
The Goddess of Beauty tilted her head back, clearly quite pleased with her success in clinging to the Spring God.
"Remember not to tempt my younger brothers."
Spring God pulled the Goddess of Beauty away from him, placing her hands on his shoulders, her previous gentle demeanor of letting him cling to her completely gone.
He was serious.
Everything else can be tolerated, but this is absolutely unacceptable.
"Don't worry, a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow. Your brother is my brother, but I have no interest in my own brothers."
As soon as Goddess of Beauty finished speaking, she noticed that the surrounding temperature seemed to have become a little strange.
A wave of scorching heat hit me from the left, while a bone-chilling cold spread from the right.
The temperature fluctuates wildly.
He turned his head and saw a ball of blazing golden flame hanging on his left and a sharp, silvery-blue ice spike floating on his right, both poised to strike him.
The Goddess of Beauty was filled with curiosity; today was truly lively, with every god seeming to be attacking her.
First the Stream God, then these two.
The Goddess of Beauty shielded the Spring God behind her, chuckled twice, and spoke with a hint of nonchalant coldness:
"Have I been too mild-mannered lately, making you think I'm easy to bully?"
Goddess of Beauty is not everything; if you close your eyes and remain calm, nothing serious will happen.
However, despite having many suitors, he also has quite a few enemies in secret.
After all, whether human or god, everyone experiences jealousy.
The goddess of Goddess of Beauty's face is a natural target for envy.
Just as he was about to display his prowess and show his Old Self his charm by knocking the other man unconscious, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand.
The Goddess of Beauty turned around, her eyes filled with disbelief:
"Spring, do you really enjoy such exciting things? But if it's you, I'm not against it either..."
"Beautiful, these are my brothers."
Spring God promptly interrupted the other person's increasingly absurd remarks.
He turned his head and called out in the direction of the flame and the ice spike:
"Summer, Winter, put away your Divine Power."
As he spoke, the Spring God turned the Goddess of Beauty around, preventing her from meeting the eyes of the Summer Autumn Winter God.
"Mei, don't look at them. I'll talk to you later."
After saying that, he turned and flew towards his three younger brothers.
After a patient explanation, the three gods' expressions softened considerably.
With her back to the other gods, the Goddess of Beauty was happily planning how to have a good chat with the Spring God when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder.
His face lit up with joy, thinking that Chun had returned so quickly.
The Goddess of Beauty immediately turned around with a smile.
However, after he saw who the hand belonged to, a blank look first appeared in his eyes, then it turned into a desperate look that made him want to cry but couldn't.
The Goddess of Beauty chuckled awkwardly and reached out to try to pry the hand off her shoulder, but the other's fingers wouldn't budge, as if welded to her shoulder blade.
--It's over.
These two words began to flood the Goddess of Beauty's mind, filling his head with nothing but those two big characters.
The Asura God chuckled; this trip has certainly been full of surprises!
"Goddess of Beauty, aren't you supposed to be a fast runner? Keep running now!"
A long sword flew behind the Asura God; it had flown back to find its master and began to complain.
As soon as it finished speaking, it saw its owner burst into maniacal laughter.
The laughter was so loud it sent chills down the spine of even a knife.
The Asura God turned his head and his gaze fell on the two little creatures beside him who were still engrossed in their fight.
Su Qingci was holding onto a wisp of Flowing Cloud's cloud tightly, refusing to let go, while Flowing Cloud used its chubby cloud hands to knead her face into a bun.
Suddenly, Su Qingci felt a chilling aura around her. In that moment of distraction, she was slapped away by Flowing Cloud and sent flying, tumbling several times in the air.
It was held in one hand.
Su Qingci raised her head aggressively, about to see which guy was throwing a tantrum at this guy, but she met a pair of scarlet eyes.
Its body reacted faster than its brain; it flapped its wings and tried to take off, but it was too late.
The Asura God held Su Qingci in one hand and pressed the Goddess of Beauty's shoulder with the other. He would look down at the trembling System in his palm for a while, and then turn his head to look at the Goddess of Beauty beside him with a stiff smile.
"You guys had a lot of fun these past few days, right?"
The Asura God was in an extremely pleasant mood at this moment.
He had been chasing the Goddess of Beauty for half a month without success, and the little system that had written countless fanfictions but never learned its lesson—both culprits were now firmly pinned down in his palms, neither of them able to escape.
"Tell me, how many holes do you want to have made in your bodies?"
The Asura God's lips curled into a smile.
Su Qingci's entire body trembled.
Even in such a desperate situation, it still managed to glare at the long sword.
--Hmph, what a glare.
Suddenly, the Goddess of Beauty thought of a lifeline. She quickly pointed ahead and said:
Spring is still here, you can't go too far.
"This Venerable just want to poke a few holes in you, how is that going too far? Besides, no matter how many, you won't die, right? How about This Venerable poke a hundred or so first?"
Asura God spoke, Spear appeared out of thin air beside him, hovering in mid-air on the left and right, each locking onto a target.
Just as he was about to make a move, a stream suddenly flew out from the nearby water and hurtled towards his face.
With a casual swing of his Spear, he cleaved the stream in two.
Then its spear sank, shooting into the stream like a black lightning bolt, pinning the Stream God to the bottom of the stream.
Spear: "It's been a long time since I've nailed such a weak god. You, what are you doing? Why do you have to go against my master? If you want to die, why don't you just find a place to bury yourself?"
The Stream God's shoulder was pierced by Spear, and fear surged in his aquamarine eyes.
So strong, so strong that it leaves no room for even the thought of resistance.
But he couldn't let the other party kill the Goddess of Beauty; he also wanted to know where the Water God had gone.
"Come over."
The Asura God glanced at the Stream God, Spear carried him out of the stream, dragging him and the spear before him. He looked down at the Stream God, whose shoulder was still dripping blood, and said:
"Ha, it seems the power of love is truly formidable; even such a weak god dares to lay a hand on This Venerable. Goddess of Beauty, what do you say, I'll tear him to pieces This Venerable before your eyes?"
After saying this, Goddess of Beauty's lips twitched several times. He quickly waved his hand and explained:
"Um, he attacked me just now, he didn't come to save me."
The Asura God remained silent for a long while.
He then looked at the Stream God.
The Stream God lowered his head and nodded frantically.
"Yes, I've come to find the Goddess of Beauty... to seek revenge. The Water God has disappeared, and he... must know... where he is."
This situation was extremely agonizing for someone with severe social anxiety and low self-esteem. Under these circumstances, the wounds on his body barely registered.
"Seeking revenge? Then I'll spare your This Venerable today."
With a flick of his finger, the Asura God understood and threw his Spear back into the stream.
Asura God: Almost dealt a heavy blow to friendly forces.