He Actually Sent Them
At Su Qingci's command, a hundred or so cameras started up simultaneously, the sound of shutters clicking rapidly like raindrops on banana leaves.
Overhead shots, low-angle shots, panoramic shots, close-ups...
In just a short while, the storage space already contained thousands of photos.
Su Qingci then began the screening process with extremely high efficiency.
Finally, it carefully selected a few dozen from thousands of photos.
Su Qingci in satisfaction and presented the photo to the Spring God as if it were a treasure.
Spring God was looking down as he flipped through the photos selected by Su Qingci, one image after another flowing past his eyes.
He nodded, just about to say "You took a great picture," when two figures swooshed up beside him from the left and right.
Goddess of Beauty's chin rested on his left shoulder, while God of Wine's head squeezed in from beside his right arm.
The two faces came close to the photo almost simultaneously.
"They're all pretty good."
The Goddess of Beauty reached out and picked up a photo, holding it up to examine it closely. In the photo, he was sitting on a chair decorated with golden Shattered Star Orchids, holding a teacup with begonia blossoms, looking absolutely perfect.
He curled his lips in satisfaction, his fingertips itching to make a move.
These formal group photos at Tea Parties are nice to look at, but they always feel like they're missing something.
God of Wine also pulled one out of the pile of photos, and chuckled as he looked at it.
He looked up and his gaze met that of the Goddess of Beauty in mid-air. The two goddesses exchanged a glance, and a light shone in their eyes that only those who shared their understanding could comprehend.
These kinds of photos no longer satisfy them.
The next second, the Goddess of Beauty placed her hand on the left shoulder of the Spring God, God of Wine hooked his arm around the right shoulder of the Spring God, trapping the Spring God firmly between them.
Both faces wore identical smiles that conveyed a sense of malice yet weren't entirely unpleasant.
"Spring, how about we take a few pictures of ourselves?"
"Yes, yes, yes, take individual photos!" God of Wine nodded vigorously from the side, "It's rare to get everyone together like this, it would be a waste not to take a few more pictures."
Spring God, flanked by two Old Self, wasn't annoyed and nodded in agreement.
"Good."
However, once he nodded, things spiraled completely out of control.
"Brother, let's take pictures too!"
Three voices rang out almost simultaneously, and the gods of Summer God, Autumn God, and Winter God stood up from their seats, appearing in unison behind the Spring God.
The Goddess of Beauty had just finished taking a set of photos with the Spring God when she turned her head and spotted a figure in the corner who exuded an aura of "don't come near me".
He smirked, picked up the photo, and walked over to the Asura God. Ignoring the other's icy expression, he casually leaned against the Asura God, raised his terminal, and snapped a picture.
The Asura God's face darkened again in an instant, but the Spear beside him trembled with excitement, its Spear Tip flashing with a cold light.
Spear: "Master, I've thought about it carefully. The gentle beauty of Spring God is indeed very appealing, but the Goddess of Beauty seems quite appealing too. You see, one is as gentle and refined as jade, the other is bright and flamboyant. These are completely different styles, it's hard to choose, right? Why don't you take both of them?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a muffled thud was heard.
The Spear is gone.
It was slammed into the flowerbed outside the Pavilion by the Asura God's palm, with only a small part of the spear tip sticking out, trembling pitifully twice.
The Asura God withdrew his hand, picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and felt the veins on his forehead throbbing again.
This Spear is effective, but unfortunately it has a mouth and never learns its lesson.
Does it feel like it's lived too long?
Weapons don't die, but they can be melted down and remade.
Or perhaps we should switch to a different weapon?
Anyway, he has no shortage of weapons. His warehouse is piled with at least eight hundred, if not a thousand. Any one of them would be more troublesome than this bastard gun.
The Asura God considered it seriously for three seconds.
The Goddess of Beauty Athena and God of Wine were undoubtedly the ones who had the most fun during this unexpected photo-taking frenzy.
The two gods darted around the field, sparing no one.
For example, the taciturn Winter God, the disdainful Autumn God, and the Asura God who looks like he wants to Godslaying.
Death God remained seated on Black Mandala chair throughout the entire story.
The Goddess of Beauty circled around to stand in front of him.
Death God raised his dark purple-red eyes, a sinister expression creeping across his face.
The Goddess of Beauty snapped a photo, glanced at the finished product, and nodded in satisfaction.
"This aura is so good, you could use it as a horror movie poster without any retouching. Look at your eyes, you don't even need a filter, just stick them on the wall and they'll ward off evil spirits."
Upon hearing this, Death God let out a soft chuckle, it was unclear whether he was pleased or displeased.
"Goddess of Beauty, once you're done taking pictures, stay away from me."
These words have a sinister undertone.
After saying this, Death God stood up. As he approached Spring God step by step, the eerie wind that had been swirling around him dissipated, like snow melting in the sun or fog being blown away by a warm breeze. The chilling aura that enveloped Death God faded the closer he got to Spring God, and by the time he reached Spring God's side, the coldness had vanished.
Death God stood behind Spring God and bowed his head slightly.
"Chunchun, I want to take a picture with you."
Spring God nodded, and took several... dozens of photos with Death God.
He opened the Star Network and began carefully selecting from the pile of photos.
After making her selections, she didn't waste any time and dragged them all into her chat window with Shen Muheng, then pressed the send button.
[Spring God]: Image 1. jpg, Image 2. jpg, Image 3. jpg...
At that moment, Shen Muheng was lounging in his chair with his legs crossed, holding a half-cold cup of tea, idly scrolling through the posts on the Star Network that had already reached tens of thousands of views, occasionally letting out a sneer of someone who loved watching the drama unfold.
To be honest, he sent that message on a whim, just to get noticed, and he didn't really expect Spring God to reply.
However, his terminal suddenly rang.
"Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong--"
The rapid-fire notification sounds were so intense it felt like someone was spraying his message list with a Gatling gun.
Shen Muheng paused for a moment, then opened the chat box.
The next second, his eyes widened in surprise.
It took Shen Muheng a long time to finally manage to choke out a sentence:
"Ah?"
--Wait, Lord Spring God, are you really that honest? You just sent it because you wanted it?