Long Time No See

Wuma Xiu's mind was practically steaming with anticipation for Su Qingci.

That's so exciting! It's incredibly exciting!

The host has actually started watching... this kind of restricted content!

He's just a system; how could he possibly withstand this!

With a "poof," Su Qingci froze on the spot and fainted.

Wuma Xiu didn't have time for him.

His gaze remained fixed on Qi, as if he were flipping through a reference book unrelated to lust.

A moment later, he suddenly realized that the other person had stopped moving.

He lowered his head, tears falling in a steady stream, landing on the Mother-of-Pearl Bed and turning into several round little pearls.

Wuma Xiu finally snapped out of his "study mode," looked at the pitifully crying mermaid in front of him, and raised an eyebrow.

Is that all?

Where are you even?

Wuma Xiu sat up and lifted Qi's chin with his fingertips. "That's it?"

Qi sniffled, let out a sob, and looked even more aggrieved.

How can you call him "gone"? It's clear that the gods didn't budge an inch from beginning to end, which is why they completely withered him. If it were anyone else, they would have been defeated by his very first move.

God is different; God is so difficult to please.

"Useless." Wuma Xiu leaned back lazily, waving his hand dismissively. "Let's get someone else."

His experience bar isn't even full yet.

Qi trembled all over, no longer caring about anything else.

The whole fish lay down beside the bed, gently rubbing its cheek against Wuma Xiu's leg, its voice soft and urgent, with a hint of a sob:

"God, give me another chance. I can do it again, I can definitely do it this time!"

He tilted his head back, his eyes red and swollen, and his colorful fishtail once again curved into its most beautiful arc.

A day later, Qi emerged from the Sea God Palace.

His eyes were tinged with a faint bluish-black tinge, and even the movement of his tail was somewhat uncoordinated as he swam, exuding an air of exhaustion from being drained.

The surrounding Mermaids watched in astonishment.

"God is so powerful!"

A Four-Colored Mermaid cupped her face, her eyes shining as if they were filled with two tiny stars.

"That's right. The king's stamina is among the best in the tribe, and he's already in this state; it must have taken him a long time to recover."

A Five-Colored Mermaid in admiration.

"That's right, that's right. The sound from inside hasn't stopped since yesterday. I heard it all, it's Wang's daughter..."

A Three-Colored Mermaid whispered in her companion's ear, and though her voice was soft, it excitedly made the surrounding mermaids wag their tails.

They got more and more excited as they talked.

A Six-Colored Mermaid said, "The king doesn't seem to be doing so well; he's gone in just one day. If the god isn't satisfied, I can take over."

His words stirred the desires in the other Mermaids, who began to express that they could do it too.

Qi heard this, but he didn't refute it at all.

He should know the truth about this himself.

But these people... Hmph, they still want to go in? He has already satisfied the gods, although this satisfaction is not the kind they imagined.

Wuma Xiu emerged from the Sea God Palace, his expression as usual, his robes neat and tidy, a stark contrast to Qi's drained appearance. As soon as he appeared, a group of Mermaids, their tails displaying a kaleidoscope of colors, surged toward him from a distance.

"God, choose me! I'm sure I won't be as useless as the king, who couldn't even last a day. I can last seven days and seven nights!"

A Six-Colored Mermaid squeezed to the front, patting her chest and holding her tail high.

"God, don't listen to his bragging! He'll be done for in seven seconds. You should choose me; I have at least two hundred hours of experience!"

A Four-Colored Mermaid nearby immediately pointed out the flaw, nudging the other mermaid aside and getting even closer herself.

"Have you no shame? You said yourself last time that ten minutes was the limit!"

"Nonsense! I wasn't feeling well then!"

"God has chosen me! My flexibility is the best in the entire race!"

"I have the best voice, I can sing!"

A group of Mermaids chattered and jostled, vying to recommend themselves, completely disregarding any sense of propriety.

To be favored by a god, even if it's just to be brought into the temple for half a day, is an immense blessing.

They got more and more excited as they talked, and even started mentioning having children.

Surrounded in the center, Wuma Xiu didn't rush to speak, his gaze slowly sweeping over each eager face.

Now he should go and see them.

"No need, I'm leaving."

As he spoke, he disappeared.

A group of Mermaids stared longingly in the direction he had disappeared, looking lost and forlorn, before finally turning to look at Qi in unison.

"Wang, please tell us about it. We want to hear it!"

At this time, many gods had gathered in the Water God Temple.

They were all Gods of the water element, positioned on either side of the hall.

At the head of the hall sat the supreme deity of this lineage.

--Water God.

However, this current Water God is not very bright.

The Gods appeared respectful, but their thoughts were all different.

Some gods secretly plotted, while others were filled with helplessness...

They had been searching for the Water God for a while, and after a lot of effort, they finally learned that it was the Stream God who had brought the god back.

No one expected that when the Water God returned, he had already been hung up and beaten to a pulp by the Asura God, his face bruised and swollen.

They turned to look at the corner, where a figure was huddled up, completely wrapped in a blanket from head to toe.

This is the Stream God.

They had known each other for a long time and were quite familiar with one another, but the Stream God was incredibly shy and would often shrink away.

They sighed; the Stream God was beyond saving.

They looked up again at the head of the table, at the Water God whose face seemed to say, "I'm going to find the Goddess of Beauty," and felt a wave of helplessness wash over them.

Is this something we can count on?

"Sigh, I really hope the Sea God wakes up soon."

Someone whispered something.

Although the other gods did not echo this sentiment, most of them harbored the same idea.

The Water God is useless; the greatest is the Sea God.

"Looks like you all miss me quite a bit."

A gentle, smiling voice rang out from outside the hall.

The Gods looked in the direction of the sound and, upon seeing the long-awaited figure, their faces were filled with undisguised joy.

The Sea God came, and he finally awoke.

"Sea God, you've finally awakened." A god rose to greet him, his tone filled with relief.

With a smile, Wuma Xiu calmly entered the hall. He nodded slightly to both sides, his attitude gentle and his voice clear:

"Gentlemen, it's been a long time. What have you all been talking about at this meeting? How about I join in?"

He walked to his designated spot and sat down as he spoke.

The previously somber atmosphere in the hall eased considerably with his arrival. The other Gods seemed to have suddenly found their pillar of support, and even their brows and eyes relaxed a bit.

At that moment, the blanket stirred.

A tiny head peeked out from inside, revealing a pair of light blue eyes that stared unblinkingly at the Sea God.

As if sensing something, Wuma Xiu turned his head, his gaze meeting that of Stream God. He smiled gently.

"Little Stream, it's been so long!"

The Stream God swiftly withdrew its head, then poked it out again, saying:

"Brother Sea God, it's been so long. May I come to see you later?"

Wuma Xiu's smile deepened, "Of course, of course. My Sea God Palace is always ready to welcome Little Creek."