Naivety

Wuma Xiu crouched down, rested his elbows on his knees, propped his chin up, and looked down at the Desert God.

"There was something in that cup of tea just now, to prevent you from running away. Although Xiu said you couldn't escape, I was still worried."

"Choosing yellow is because they know you like it, so they can lower your guard."

"And now that we've become enemies, do you think I'll let you off the hook?"

How naive!

If we don't kill him now, are we just going to wait for him to recover from his injuries and come back to cause trouble?

That's hilarious.

Aside from that Purple-Hair, the Sea God would never do something so stupid.

The light in Desert God's eyes dimmed little by little, and what finally came into view was still Wuma Xiu's smiling face.

Gentle, beautiful, and utterly cruel.

The sandstorm rose again, carrying away the specks of light that the Desert God had transformed into.

Wuma Xiu looked at the yellow Divine Core in his hand and smiled.

The Divine Power of the icy blue sea surged forth, enveloping the Divine Core layer by layer.

The weaker a god's Divine Power is when Gods Divine Core is forcibly stripped, the faster they die. And the Desert God, already weakened by the Asura God, couldn't possibly withstand it.

You're late.

Wuma Xiu put away the Divine Core and turned to the person next to him, saying...

The wind around us suddenly stopped.

One by one, Blue Butterflies appeared from nowhere, their wings a deep blue, and a slender figure emerged from the center of the swarm.

He held a golden Scales in his hands.

--The God of the Scales.

"Sea God, what you've done this time has gone too far."

When Wuma Xiu saw him, he seemed to have seen something ominous and took a large step back.

He raised his sleeve to cover his nose, his eyes full of disgust:

"What bad luck."

The God of the Scales pursed his lips, as if something was stuck in his throat, and after a long while, he finally spoke, "Although I already know your true colors, could you... pretend for just a little longer?"

Since seeing his true colors, this god treats himself and other gods with completely different attitudes.

"Pretending?" Wuma Xiu sneered, rolling his eyes slightly. "What use are you to me?"

A god who only thwarts his plans either appears when he's about to act or is on his way to stop him.

The fact that he refrained from making a move is already considered extremely polite.

If he hadn't been stopped by the God of Fate when he tried to kill the other party back then, how would this Purple-Hair have had the chance to jump around in front of him?

Furthermore, can't the other party respect the course of events like the God of Time and God of Fate do?

"Don't forget the original pact. You should thank the God of Time and the God of Fate for still being alive."

Wuma Xiu's voice was lazy, carrying a blatant sarcasm.

"Besides, I only killed a god; I didn't disrupt your so-called balance. Are you showing up now to get attention, or to persuade me to abandon evil and reform? If it's the latter, forget it."

He didn't even spare a glance.

The God of the Scales gripped the Scales tightly in her hand.

Honestly, it's really impressive that someone with such a terrible personality could still pretend to be like that!

The God of the Scales looked at Wuma Xiu, a mix of emotions churning within him, and finally whispered:

"Some things have a price already set by Fate. What you do today, you may have to pay for tomorrow. If you continue down this path, the only ending you await may be death."

The moment the words left his mouth, the golden Scales trembled.

The two ends, which were originally level, have tilted.

One end droops low, the other end sticks up high, and it can never be put back in its place.

The wind blew Wuma Xiu's long hair up, obscuring half his face, revealing only his smiling eyes, which shone with an astonishing brightness.

"What I do is either success or death. If my life could pass by peacefully and uneventfully, I would rather turn into countless stars and disappear."

The Sea God never fears death, nor does he desire so-called peace.

For him, a mundane life was a cage, a torment!

He was not born for shallow waters, and could not tolerate those hands, which should have stirred up huge waves, smoothing out an insignificant ripple.

Therefore, he insisted on going against the tide.

If there is no storm ahead, he will personally stir one up.

If the road ahead is destined to be Abyss, then he will see how far he can go.

Even if in the end there is no trace of the remains, it is better than being trapped in shallow waters for a lifetime, living as a docile fish.

Wuma Xiu turned his head and smiled at the God of the Scales:

"So stop using your Scales to weigh my fate, and stop trying to persuade me with that talk of Fate."

Wuma Xiu turned his gaze back, his smile casual and mocking, like a surging undercurrent hidden beneath the surface of the sea.

"It's useless."

The God of the Scales remained silent for a long time.

The Scales trembled gently in his palm, their ends bobbing up and down, but they never tilted to the point of no return.

Actually, he had arrived long ago.

He arrived when the Sea God offered the cup of yellow tea to the Desert God; he could have stopped it, but ultimately he didn't.

Sea God was right.

This matter did not fall within his definition of "fairness," which is why he had not shown up.

If it weren't for those inexplicable thoughts in his mind, he could have easily left.

But he still stepped forward in the end.

I just want to offer one more piece of advice, to see if this god before me can let go of something.

Even just a little bit.

Unfortunately, the Sea God never listened. He was like a sword that always pointed into the distance, preferring to break rather than be sheathed.

"The previous God of Desire was also ambitious and good at disguising himself, but in the end, he was abandoned by everyone and died."

I witnessed his end with my own eyes.

The God of the Scales also wants to say one more thing: tell the other party to give up.

It's a pity I couldn't say it.

Wuma Xiu raised an eyebrow and moved closer to the other person.

He had never thought of this method before, but now that he's tried it, it seems to work, since he doesn't lose anything.

He walked very close.

If it were anyone else, having just witnessed such a deadly situation, they would probably have already retreated in the first place.

But the God of the Scales showed neither dodge nor fear.

He knew the other party couldn't kill him.

But if he could foresee what would happen a few seconds later, he would probably still run away without looking back.

Suddenly, Wuma Xiu reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck.

He leaned closer, his breath slightly damp, his voice carrying a hint of ambiguity.

Scales, do you like me? Want to sleep with me?

He's been learning quite well lately, and these techniques are coming in handy.

If we can drag the God of the Scales into this mess, things will go much more smoothly from now on.

Ideally, you could get the other party to turn a blind eye to everything you do from now on.

The God of the Scales froze for a moment.

In an instant, the golden Scales in his hand shifted, flashing with golden light, and he vanished from Wuma Xiu's arms, reappearing a few steps away.

His ears were tinged with a very faint red, and his face was stern and upright.

After all, he was a god of refined taste; how could he be thrown into disarray by just one sentence from the other party?

Have you gone so mad that you're trying to seduce me with your beauty?

Wuma Xiu shrugged:

"Fine. Since you're unwilling, I'll just have to find another god to sleep with. Anyway, I'm never short of gods."

"What did you say?"

The God of the Scales blurted out, and the Scales shook violently.