Was the Goddess of Beauty Here Just Now?

"Brother, that thing is so audacious and disrespectful to you, it should be punished by being reduced to ashes!"

Summer God stomped his foot, and the ground beneath his feet shattered around that stomp.

The chill emanating from the Winter God spread outwards, and fine, frost-white lines spread along the ground, colliding with the scorching cracks beneath the feet of the Summer God, producing a very faint "sizzling" sound.

"Yes, let it be annihilated."

If it weren't for the speed of Asura God's kick, Summer Autumn Winter God would have torn the Spear to pieces!

Autumn God remained silent, as was unusual; he was waiting for news.

He had long disliked that Spear.

He spouts nonsense, is ignorant of his own limitations, and dares to say anything just because the Asura God is by his side.

Autumn God didn't do anything special; he simply asked his friend Star God, to catch that fool and give him a little "entertainment."

Of course, that treacherous, cunning, and evil Star God couldn't be easily persuaded.

In order to persuade the other party, Autumn God prepared a generous gift.

However, he knew in his heart that the gift was just a bonus in the eyes of the Star God. What would really make him take action was something else.

Autumn God embellished the description.

That Spear clung shamelessly to the Moon God's side, taking advantage of her every little thing without any regard for her feelings; it was practically as if the word "obscene" was engraved on the shaft of the spear.

Star God: "It's done."

Autumn God smiled and took a small sip of tea.

The tea soup leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth after swallowing.

Damn Spear, did you think being kicked away would save you?

The Sea of Stars is the territory of the Star God; for the Star God, grabbing a gun under the Starry Sky is just a matter of effort.

Haha, he actually insulted his brother.

That reckless Spear will soon learn that some things should never be said lightly.

Huahua woke up.

It awoke slowly from a cool breeze, as if it had just woken from a long, deep dream.

In my dream, it seemed like someone was using it to smash something, or like someone was pulling it out of the ground and then sticking it back in, going up and down, making me dizzy.

It opened its eyes groggily, and then it saw the smile on Autumn God's lips.

The curve, as it saw it, was eerie, like a cool little worm crawling out of the soil beneath the tree roots, climbing up its deepest root system, making the whole tree tremble uncomfortably.

Moreover, was the black mist that just drifted past Autumn God's body merely its imagination?

It looked around in confusion.

Strange, why doesn't it remember this area looking like this?

It remembered that it had just been next to a fierce-looking god, who exuded cold air.

Then...

Ah!

Then the entire star cracked open!

When Huahua thought about this, she felt as if her whole tree was limp and weak, even the bark was wrinkled.

And what about that fierce-looking god? Where did he go?

However, Huahua quickly put these thoughts out of her mind.

Its tree brain can't hold too many complicated things; thinking too much gives it a headache, and its bark becomes tight.

Please, it's just a tree.

Why do trees need to think about such complex questions?

But did it just see Goddess of Beauty?

Huahua jolted awake, forgetting that she was still dizzy, and looked around.

Ah, where is Goddess of Beauty?

It stood there blankly, a sense of loss welling up inside it.

It seemed as if the sun was still in the sky, but the light shining on its leaves suddenly dimmed by several degrees.

Huahua's gaze fell upon the Spring God, and her eyes narrowed.

By the way, Lord Spring God might know.

It ran quickly towards the other side.

--Lord Spring God, I've arrived!

The gods of Summer God, Autumn God, and Winter God merely glanced at the newly sprouted Flower Tree before withdrawing their gazes.

Oh well, it's just a small Flower Tree that poses no threat.

Huahua ran all the way through most of the Pavilion and successfully arrived in front of the Spring God.

"Lord Spring God, just now... just now, wasn't the Goddess of Goddess of Beauty here?"

Spring God lowered her gaze to the small Flower Tree, a gentle helplessness rising in her eyes, and nodded softly:

"Yes, he came by. But there was a small accident just now, so he left."

What just happened can only be described as chaos.

The Spring God used gentle words to gloss over the matter.

Even so, when the words "He left first" reached Huahua's ears, it was like a thunderclap.

--Ah, that's all.

Its beloved Goddess of Beauty has passed away.

Huahua fell straight backward.

It could hear its own leaves rustling desperately in mid-air, and the sky before it spun around in its tilted vision, as if the entire sky had collapsed.

Just as it was about to make intimate contact with the ground, a minty green divine Divine Power swept over, soft and clear, carrying the scent of newly sprouted grass and trees after the rain, supporting its crown and trunk, and laying it down on the ground.

But now it doesn't even have the will to give up.

Huahua lay on the ground of the Pavilion, her eyes fixed on the gauze curtains hanging from the top of the Pavilion, her mind filled with only one thought.

Goddess of Goddess of Beauty, why did you leave so suddenly?

It's something it's been waiting for so long!

"Spring, is this the person you said you wanted to see? Where did this little crybaby come from?"

A bright and flamboyant voice drifted in from outside the Pavilion.

The Goddess of Beauty had indeed left, but no sooner had she left than she received a message from her Old Self, the god of Spring God, saying that a "little cutie" here had been wanting to see her and that she should come back soon.

He was completely powerless against joining in the fun, so he immediately turned back.

At this moment, he leaned against the entrance of the Pavilion, arms crossed, looking at the small Flower Tree on the ground with its leaves drooping and its branches hanging down, with a half-smile on his face.

As she spoke, the Goddess of Beauty gracefully walked to Huahua's side, knelt down, and gently touched the tree crown, which was drooping due to its low spirits. Wherever her fingertips touched, the drooping leaves seemed to be injected with some kind of vitality, and stood up one by one.

The entire Huahua Flower Tree seemed to freeze, as if it had been instantly filled with energy by that touch.

Happiness came so suddenly, it completely forgot how to move!

The Spring God smiled as she watched this scene.

He turned to the side, looking at the three figures who had been guarding him, and said gently:

Summer, autumn, winter, let's go.