Psychologist

In the past, the Sea God never considered using his beauty.

He found this path in America.

My face is just the right size, so I'll use it.

He just didn't have much experience, so he's been cramming lately.

Why resort to violence when beauty can solve the problem?

It saves effort and looks presentable.

Wuma Xiu emptied Su Qingci's entire "assets," turning over all her most treasured possessions.

After he had read them all, he felt that he had enough experience to graduate.

Just then, the Water God awoke.

The little guy sat up in bed and gave a small yawn.

In the past, when the Sea God was alive, he spent more time in the Sea God Palace than in his own Water God Temple, so coming here was no different from going home.

There's just one downside.

"Lord Water God is awake. Would you like something to eat? Come on, open your mouth."

Wuma Xiu picked up the Little Water God and placed it on his lap, then began feeding it again.

The Little Water God looked down at the soft, fragrant pastry in front of him, then patted his round belly, hesitating slightly.

But in the end, he reluctantly opened his mouth.

He just couldn't understand why the Sea God liked to feed him and lull him to sleep so much.

Eat, sleep; sleep, eat.

Then he will start to gain weight.

Its belly is round and plump.

No!

He's going to find the Goddess of Beauty!

We can't let ourselves continue down this path of decadence!

With a determined heart, the Water God pushed aside the pastries in front of him and struggled to jump off Wuma Xiu's lap.

But before he could even land, a hand pressed him back down.

"Lord Water God, please stay with me for now. In a few days, we will go to find the Desert God and teach him a lesson for not daring to mess with our water-based lineage."

As he spoke, Wuma Xiu picked up another pastry and held it to the Little Water God's lips. His other hand was also busy, stroking the little water god's fluffy head.

The Little Water God's hard-won determination was eroded by the pastries and the Sea God's pat on the head.

He chewed on the pastry, his eyes gradually narrowing.

Otherwise... we can just wait a little longer.

He would go find the Goddess of Beauty after he had finished dealing with the matter of the Desert God.

Okay, let's wait a little longer.

Thinking this, he obediently opened his mouth again.

"Brother Sea God, are you there?"

A small blanket was slowly moved in from outside; it was the Stream God who had said he was coming to find the Sea God in the Water God Temple earlier.

However, his figure was much smaller than before.

The entire god was huddled under the covers, with only a pair of light blue eyes showing, like a little sea hare that had mistakenly wandered into the palace.

When Wuma Xiu saw him arrive, he put the Water God back on the bed and turned to walk towards the Stream God.

The Stream God peeked halfway out from under the covers, his gaze passing over Wuma Xiu and landing on the Little Water God on the bed, before quickly retreating back into his sleep, his voice muffled:

"Brother Sea God, have I disturbed you? I... I'll leave now."

He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and made as if to leave.

Before he could take two steps, Wuma Xiu picked up the entire god, along with the soft blanket.

The Stream God froze, his ear tips turning so red they almost bled.

Wuma Xiu lowered his head, his smile gentle and harmless, "We didn't disturb you. Little Creek, would you like some pastries? I'll feed you."

Stream God buried his entire face in the blanket, only a small tuft of messy hair sticking out. After stammering for a long time, a faint "I want to" finally escaped from under the blanket.

Wuma Xiu chuckled softly, picked him up, and sat him down on the Soft Couch.

The Little Water God sat on the bed.

He watched as the Sea God was busy feeding the Stream God and didn't even glance in his direction, and suddenly felt a pang of resentment.

I was just feeding him a moment ago.

Why did everything change as soon as the Stream God arrived?

And those pastries were clearly his absolute favorites...

Wuma Xiu kept an eye on the Little Water God's reaction, and seeing the little face puff up little by little, the smile in his eyes deepened.

He did it on purpose.

Why bother liking the Goddess of Beauty? Why not like him instead?

He's Old Self anyway, we're all the same, aren't we?

It wasn't easy for the Water God to see the Goddess of Beauty on ordinary days, not because the Goddess of Beauty avoided him, but because his "renown was far-reaching."

As soon as he asked for directions, the other gods vied to deceive him.

He can believe anything, no matter how outrageous it is.

So, some gods did it to eliminate rivals, some just thought it was fun, and some...

In short, not many people will tell him properly.

Over time, the Water God's desire to see the Goddess of Beauty became an even more difficult task than ascending to heaven.

Stream God nestled in Wuma Xiu, her face flushed red.

He actually wanted to eat it himself.

But when he refused once before, the Sea God brother looked very sad.

He couldn't stand the look in his eyes, so he had no choice but to let him feed him.

"Little Creek, have another piece. Wow, that's amazing!"

Wuma Xiu fed the baby while praising him.

The Stream God blushed even more at the praise.

The Sea God always treats him like a child, but he's not really a child.

And the Water God was right there too, this was just too embarrassing.

"Brother Sea God, the Water God is here... Please stop."

The Stream God begged for mercy in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu turned around while holding the Stream God and smiled at the Water God on the bed:

"Lord Water God, I'll take Xiaoxi to the side hall first. Please enjoy these pastries as you please."

He left behind several plates full of pastries, then carried the Stream God away.

The Little Water God sat there blankly for a while, then picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

But for some reason, the pastry suddenly stopped being sweet.

It tasted incredibly sweet when Sea God fed him just now.

He took another bite, but couldn't muster any interest. He sullenly hugged his arms and stared in the direction Wuma Xiu had gone.

I used to be a treasure.

When the Stream God arrived, he became a blade of grass.

The difference is just too big.

The Little Water God felt more and more aggrieved, and couldn't even swallow the half-eaten pastry in his mouth.

In the end, he stopped eating as well.

As soon as he was out of the Water God's sight, the Stream God poked his head out from under the covers.

Why was he wrapped in a blanket?

That story begins on his journey to find the Water God.

On the way, he saw a person who was also wrapped in a thick blanket, covering himself up completely.

At first glance, the Stream God took a liking to... that quilt.

Once he has a blanket, he can curl up inside it.

The blanket gave the Stream God a great sense of security.

"Brother Sea God, I also brought another god with me. You won't mind, will you?"

As the Stream God spoke, he carefully observed Wuma Xiu's expression.

Wuma Xiu pushed up his thin-rimmed gold glasses and smiled gently.

"Of course. Why would I mind?"

The Stream God was relieved, then pulled his head back under the covers and whispered:

"Lu, are you coming out? Brother Sea God is very kind."

An even softer sound came from under the covers, so faint it was almost inaudible:

"Good."

Immediately afterwards, the Stream God lifted the blanket, revealing a tiny water doll the size of a palm.

Wuma Xiu raised an eyebrow.

This doll seems to be one I gave to the Stream God a long time ago.

Upon seeing this, the Stream God hurriedly put away the little water doll, revealing the Dew God, who had shrunk even smaller behind the doll.

The Dew God was wrapped in a small cloak, revealing only a pair of rabbit-like eyes, and looked Shengsheng at Wuma Xiu.

Wuma Xiu looked at the two little balls of dough, one big and one small.

He also plays a special role among this group of water Gods.

In human terms, it would be roughly equivalent to a "psychologist".

Who suffered injustice, who carried a burden in their heart, who...

In the end, they would always turn to him for comfort.

Wuma Xiu stretched out his hands toward the two gods, his voice soft and gentle:

"Come on over, everyone."

The Stream God, wrapped in a blanket, moved over hesitantly, with the Dew God following carefully behind.

The two gods, one on the left and one on the right, finally slowly crept up to his side.

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and gently touched the tops of the two gods' heads.

In that instant, his mind suddenly went blank.

He played the role for so long that he sometimes almost believed he was actually a gentle and benevolent god.

Unfortunately, a fake is a fake.

Wuma Xiu lowered his eyes to hide the faint self-mockery, but the smile on his lips remained gentle.

He can remain gentle as long as that gentleness still works.

As for sincerity?

That thing, the Sea God never gave to any god.