Two Slap Marks

Hanging is a very magical and powerful thing.

No matter what kind of creature it is, few can resist it once they have heard of its existence.

And how do you cheat?

That's pure fantasy, a pipe dream.

This thing isn't like cabbage; not everyone can have one.

After all, not everyone is the protagonist.

Unfortunately, the person we're about to introduce happens to be one of the main characters.

His name is Wuma Xiu. He can sneak into an author's drafts, and he can... well... don't ask, I don't know.

In short, this is a very powerful protagonist.

With a "bang," Wuma Xiu slapped away the shining protagonist halo above his head.

The halo spun far away before crashing into the wall and shattering into eight pieces.

Wuma Xiu pointed his finger at someone's nose and questioned:

"Tell me, what nonsense have you been writing lately! You've even included such a melodramatic way of dying!"

Without saying a word, someone pushed Zhangsun Yan forward, beaming with a radiant smile:

"Hey, are you hot? Have a Zhangsun Yan to calm down. Besides, that death was so dramatic, it's obviously made up. Only a fool would believe it."

With a "bang," someone was sent flying.

She transformed into a streak of Flowing Light, quickly becoming a dazzling shooting star.

Zhangsun Yan looked up at the shooting star as it receded into the distance, and after a long while, he turned to look at Wuma Xiu, his voice tinged with a belated worry:

"You just sent her flying like that? That's a powerful expert at the Author Realm, someone even I can't afford to offend."

Wuma Xiu clapped his hands and said calmly:

"Ah, never mind that. She needs to retrieve the Asura God's Spear; I'm just filling in the gaps for her. She should be thanking me."

Upon hearing this, Zhangsun Yan paused for a moment, then clapped his hands, a radiant smile spreading across his face:

"As expected of the person I like, she's so smart!"

That thought process, that audacity, that effortless style.

No wonder Xiao Xiu could become a god just by playing games.

This problem is solved; whether it's solved or not, it's not his concern anymore.

Next question.

"Where did the Godhood System I prepared for Xiao Xiu go?"

As Zhangsun Yan muttered to himself, just as he was about to begin locating the object, Wuma Xiu raised his small hand. Only after the other person looked over did he speak, recounting his encounter with Feng Linglang and the [Godhood System].

As Zhangsun Yan listened, his brows furrowed even more deeply.

At the same time, his positioning results also came out.

The Godhood System does exist; its number is ordinary, not 004.

Zhangsun Yan casually pulled up the system's original records and found that it was originally supposed to be a "Slap-in-the-Face System," but he couldn't find any more details.

The trail has gone cold.

Zhangsun Yan began to examine Su Qingci again, and what he found was surprising; he actually discovered a problem.

Some of the task numbers that Su Qingci had completed before were incorrect.

However, even he wouldn't notice the problem unless he looked closely.

"Xiao Xiu, it seems there are still experts out there."

Zhangsun Yan raised his head, his eyes now completely cold.

"However, with my current abilities, I'm afraid I can't defeat him. Besides, this person went to such great lengths and went through such a long and complicated process; surely he couldn't have just wanted to help others for fun?"

"I'll deal with whatever comes my way. I'll handle the rest myself; you don't need to worry about me."

Wuma Xiu came here simply to seek clarification from Zhangsun Yan. Who would have thought that instead of resolving his doubts, his questions would only deepen? He never liked feeling confused, but the current situation was like being enveloped in an invisible fog, getting deeper and deeper, making even the way back somewhat blurry.

Without another word, he raised his hand and tossed the stack of cards back to Zhangsun Yan.

"Here you go. Next time you need something, remember to write a complete note, don't do these fancy things. Also, even though we're good friends, don't show off your affection in front of me."

"Also, good luck with your proposal. I won't bother you anymore."

After saying that, Wuma Xiu turned and left, his sleeves stirring up a very light breeze.

Zhangsun Yan stood there, still clutching the stack of cards in his hand. His brain, which could process hundreds of millions of tons of information without any lag after becoming a god, was now like it had been filled with glue, operating abnormally slowly.

He looked down at the cards.

He clearly meant Zhangsun Yan ♡ Wuma Xiu, and he regretted only treating her as a brother before, thus losing his wife.

To avoid any misunderstanding from Wuma Xiu, he even included a picture of the ugly smiley face he had drawn when they met for the second time, to show that his original intentions remained unchanged.

--no!

Zhangsun Yan grabbed the roses and chased after him.

This fatal misunderstanding must not happen!

Zhangsun Yan returned in less than ten minutes.

Before the flowers could be given away, two striking red handprints appeared on her face, one on each side, perfectly symmetrical.

He placed the flowers on the table and sighed deeply.

Damn it!

If he hadn't fallen off the cliff back then, he would have been married by now!

Now, his path to winning back his wife is even more difficult than his path to becoming a god.

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and pressed his temples, which were throbbing slightly.

When Zhangsun Yan chased after him, he thought the other party had some serious business to discuss, but the guy was holding a bouquet of red roses and started by saying, "Actually, I've liked you since I was five years old," and then he added, "I called you my wife when I was little, so isn't it perfect that you're my wife now that I'm grown up?"

One sentence after another made Wuma Xiu's temples throb with anger.

He turned around and slapped her twice, left and right.

Even after I finished, my palms felt numb; I don't know if it was from anger or from using too much force.

Brothers are brothers.

When they were little, they were ignorant and let adults egg them on to act crazy, which was one thing, but now, this guy actually wants me to be his wife on the side?

It's fine to make these kinds of jokes when you're a kid, but if you bring them up as an adult, you're just asking for a beating.

Wuma Xiu shook his hand; if it happened again, he wouldn't just slap him twice.

[Host, I'm back! What happened? Did someone bully you? Tell me, and I'll go beat them to a pulp!]

Su Qingci had just returned, and there was still a lingering sense of disorientation on her face, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the shock.

Wuma Xiu paused slightly, his tense expression easing a bit:

"It's nothing, someone just played a really bad joke on me."

Upon hearing Su Qingci immediately flew into a rage:

"Who? Which bastard dares to bully you, host? I'll post all the embarrassing things he did eight hundred years ago on the Star Network!"

He was muttering to himself as he spoke.

On this trip, I unexpectedly met an old friend.

That little commander was so soft and timid back then, but who knew that when they met again, he had transformed into an extremely ruthless and powerful leader.

Appearances can be deceiving.