The God with a Bizarre Way of Thinking
Lin Jiajia felt a blur before her eyes, and when she looked again, the yellow sand that filled the room had disappeared.
The ground was spotless, the flower stands were neatly arranged, and even the person at the entrance, who had been dressed in striking red, had transformed into a refreshing green figure.
The sandstorm that had just swept across the sky seemed to be nothing more than a bizarre hallucination for her.
Lin Jiajia stood there blankly, her mind buzzing.
She remembered the flowers watching her, and the Moth Orchid with hands, and began to wonder if she was too eager for the 100,000 Star Coins, and that this thought was causing her to have a collective hallucination.
She blinked hard, trying to see the person's face clearly.
For some reason, the other person's appearance seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist, and it was impossible to see clearly.
"Alright, alright, I'm late."
Wuma Xiu bent down and reached out to touch the leaves one by one.
He had just thought of his brothers' That Matter again, which is why he attacked the Desert God.
Because of the arrival of their own god
Spring Garden courtyard, and the plants no longer pretend, returning to their original forms.
They started sticking to Wuma Xiu.
For a moment, Lin Jiajia felt as if she had seen a ghost.
Can anyone tell her why a plant can have two rows of sharp teeth? Why can a plant run around? Why can a plant meow like a cat? Why...?
In an instant, even a hundred thousand whys couldn't compare to her number of questions.
Lin Jiajia asked cautiously, "Welcome to our store, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Wuma Xiu turned his head and saw the thin, small girl who was still trying to maintain her politeness. He smiled and pointed to all the Huahua in the shop:
"I'll take them all. This one is for you."
He took out a card and handed it to Lin Jiajia.
Lin Jiajia took the card and mechanically completed the card swiping operation.
Even after the transaction was completed, she remained in a daze, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the series of bizarre and sudden changes.
"Spring God! You actually hit me!"
The Desert God flew back from afar, one hand covering the still-fading red mark on his face, the other pointing at Wuma Xiu.
The Spring God is gentle; this is a consensus in the Divine Realm.
Every god who has seen him says so. Even those gods who hate the God of Spring God know that he should always be gentle, kind, and magnanimous. He rarely strikes a god, let alone utters a harsh word.
"As expected, it was all a facade."
Desert God slowly lowered his hand, not angry at being slapped, but revealing an almost excited expression, as if he had finally caught something incredible.
"You and I are no different. All that gentleness and kindness is just for show!"
Thinking about it this way, Desert God didn't feel disgusted.
He pulled the white cloth off his eyes.
Beneath the white cloth were a pair of strikingly bright yellow eyes, and a sickly smile on their face.
Wuma Xiu ignored him, continuing to soothe a small flower. In his eyes, comforting the flower was far more important than acknowledging the god's incessant laughter.
What the Desert God thinks of him is none of his concern.
Wuma Xiu didn't feel any anger.
The Desert God, however, continued his tirade, his expression growing increasingly frenzied, his words becoming more and more rapid, completely absorbed in his oratory. After he had been passionately denouncing the Spring God for quite some time, he finally realized that the Spring God hadn't even raised an eyelid in his direction.
He was stunned at first, then his anger surged to the top of his head:
"Why are you ignoring me! If you continue to ignore me, I'll tell everyone what happened today throughout the entire Divine Realm!"
After soothing the last pot of flowers, Wuma Xiu straightened up and looked at the Desert God. He created these Creations initially because one god was far too few, and the Universe was vast; he might not be able to know in time if something happened somewhere.
He then looked at the Desert God and said:
"Desert God, if you want trouble, come find me at the Spring God Temple!"
This was requested by the other party, and Wuma Xiu stated that he had not done anything wrong.
"Besides, I was really angry just now."
The Desert God was speechless after hearing those two sentences.
But upon hearing the second half of the sentence, the frustration in my heart transformed into a strange sense of joy.
Are you angry?
Haha, after so many millennia, the Spring God has finally gotten angry!
Hmph, all that gentleness and kindness is nothing more than this!
The Desert God continued his rambling, trying to prolong his smugness.
After talking for a while, the person in front of me still didn't react at all.
The words from Desert God's mouth gradually caught in his throat, and the initial exhilaration was once again replaced by frustration.
"Why aren't you angry anymore? Get angry now! Come and hit me!"
Wuma Xiu glanced at him with a hint of helplessness.
He lightly waved his sleeve, collecting all the plants in the shop, then turned to Lin Jiajia and smiled slightly:
"Thank you for your time today, goodbye."
Lin Jiajia was still stunned, and subconsciously raised her hand and waved:
Goodbye, and welcome back next time.
After the other party disappeared, she realized that she was still holding the other party's card in her hand, and that the card had a very large amount of money on it.
How can I take this?
A line of text appeared in the air:
[I'll give you the card; I think you'll really need it.]
Lin Jiajia stared blankly at the line of text.
By now, she knew perfectly well who those two people were.
I never expected her to be so lucky.
Lin Jiajia had a lot of money in her card, and after paying her grandmother's medical expenses, she donated all the money to other people in need.
Wuma Xiu turned and left, and the Desert God immediately followed. His interest in the Spring God was many times greater than his interest in mortals. He chased after him relentlessly.
"Are you running away because I exposed your despicable intentions? Let me tell you, you won't get rid of me! I will make sure all the gods know your true colors!"
He got more and more excited as he spoke, and yellow sand billowed up behind him like a rolling tail:
"This world should only have one color: yellow! I'm going to rip that damn green off you!"
Wuma Xiu ignored him, flying over planet after planet, collecting all the scattered Creations. Even as he landed in Spring God Temple, the loudspeaker behind him continued to ring.
"Hmph, why are you running? Trying to hide at home? Don't think that just because you're hiding here, I can't..."
Before he could finish speaking, a cup of tea was handed to him.
Desert God instinctively took it, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
Only after the warm tea slid down his throat did he belatedly freeze.
Green Tea!
He just drank a cup of Green Tea.
Damn green!
The Desert God's expression changed drastically. He bent down to vomit the tea, but a hand covered his mouth.
He suddenly looked up and met the Spring God's clear, bright eyes.
"Is the tea I brewed really that bad?"
Desert God shoved the other person away, frantically wiping his mouth with his sleeve, his voice distorted:
"You actually touched my mouth! You molested me! Let me tell you, there's no future for us."
At this point, Desert God suddenly stopped.
His mouth was agape, his expression gradually shifting from indignation to bewilderment, and finally to an extremely complex confusion.
Wait, wasn't he here to cause trouble for the Spring God?
Weren't we here to make that damn green disappear from the world?
Why are they talking about drinking tea and having their mouths covered? It's like they're flirting!
Desert God's eyes began to dart around, and his steps faltered.
Oh no, I feel a little dizzy.
Could something really have been put in that cup of tea?
Yes, that must be it!
This Spring God appears mild-mannered on the surface, but secretly she resorts to such despicable means; she is utterly vile!
The more Desert God thought about it, the more convinced he became that it was true. His gaze toward Wuma Xiu grew increasingly terrified, yet also held a hint of excitement that he himself was unaware of.
Wuma Xiu was completely unaware of this.
If he knew what outrageous thoughts were churning in the mind of the Desert God at that moment, he probably wouldn't be able to maintain the divine persona of the Spring God and would break free and beat the other party up on the spot.
"This Venerable here to help you."
Because of Su Xian'er and the others' concerns, the Asura God volunteered to leave.
He ran away because he couldn't hold on any longer.
Grandpa was both overly enthusiastic and incredibly weak.
Although he kept collecting the items, he was terrified that he might accidentally kill his own grandfather.
These days are even harder to endure than if he were to fight ten Evil Gods.
So the Asura God volunteered and ran away under the pretext of "helping the Spring God".
As soon as he arrived at the Spring God Temple, he saw a red thing standing there. He glanced at it and then turned to the Spring God:
Is this your guest?
Before Wuma Xiu could answer, the Desert God exploded.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he felt that the words of the Asura God sounded like he was very familiar with the Spring God, as if he and the Spring God were friends.
This made him extremely unhappy.
Who do you think you are? You dare stand here and talk! Get out of here!
The Asura God didn't even flinch; he simply raised his hand.
The Spear appeared in his hand with a snap, its shaft somewhat dull and drooping listlessly.
A slight, chilling smile played on his lips.
"Hehe, good. It's good that he's not your guest."