The Cat Master and His Pooper-Scooper

Wuma Xiu only spent a short time with the God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune, yet he already had a pretty good grasp of their personalities.

A god who is sensitive and has been rejected for a long time lacks warmth the most. Therefore, he should take the initiative, hug them more, praise them more, pamper and coax them, and put on a warm and sincere appearance.

Didn't they seem a little stiff after meeting for the first time, yet neither of them pushed him away nor rejected his hug?

He admitted that he did indeed want to use them.

But so what?

Throughout the process, he provided ample emotional support and put on a warm smile, giving them a rare taste of being treated as "friends."

They enjoyed it, and he got what he wanted.

This is called a win-win situation.

However, this method is a bit taxing on one's "Old Self".

Wuma Xiu touched the Lucky Star at his waist, thinking rather immorally.

As for why he has Lucky Star on him?

That has to start with his own story.

As a two-faced god who often walks along the riverbank, how could he not have a few backup plans?

With the risks of getting wet shoes high, it's natural to hoard as many items as possible that can increase your luck attribute.

In addition, he also prepared a considerable amount of the multi-functional liquor he obtained from the Old Self God of Wine.

In his view, although the Divine Power of alcohol was weak, the effects of those particular wines were truly excessive. They could induce infatuation, control the mind, cause amnesia, and temporarily boost combat power—they had almost everything.

If used properly, not only could he protect himself, but he might even be able to control the Divine Realm. Unfortunately, that guy is foolish and lacks ambition, spending all his time thinking about making friends all over the world.

That's fine too.

Because he wasn't interested, he got all these good things for himself.

The news that the Sea God had become friends with the God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune quickly spread in a small circle within the Divine Realm.

For any god they had ever heard of, the impact of such a deity was no less than that of a magnitude 12 earthquake.

Upon hearing this, they were all shocked and began to discuss it amongst themselves.

The Gods who attended the banquet quickly spread the word. However, after hearing it, the Gods automatically imagined a grand drama:

That day, the Sea God must have been caught red-handed by the God of Poverty and the God of Misfortune before he could escape. Under their coercion and intimidation, he had no choice but to agree and become their "friend."

Alas, poor Sea God.

This is truly an undeserved disaster.

For a moment, many Gods felt immense sympathy for the Sea God. You see, those two were walking Jinxes; getting involved with them meant a year of bad luck. And the cooldown time for this bad luck was much shorter than that for Good Luck, averaging once every hundred years.

A hundred years is nothing more than a blink of an eye, or the time it takes to sleep, for them.

The cooldown time is so short!

Vicious! Absolutely vicious!

Alas, what a pity for the Sea God! He actually became friends with these two vicious gods; who knows how much trouble he'll suffer in the future.

Whether the Sea God was truly pitiful or not, only he himself knew best.

At this moment, the two "vicious and Wuma Xiu on a deserted island, having a lively conversation.

"Ocean, can you shrink so I can hug you?"

The God of Poverty stared intently at Wuma Xiu, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. That gaze was so soft and gentle that even an ordinary god would find it hard to resist.

At this moment, he could hardly contain himself; his heart was pounding with excitement.

This is my second friend!

The first friend was a bit aloof and would never agree to such a request.

But this is different.

Haike will give him a hug!

Upon hearing this, Wuma Xiu smiled gently.

He stated that he no longer knows what "chastity" means.

Let alone becoming smaller and stickier, even sleeping with someone, chatting with someone, or spending the night with someone is not a problem at all.

He has always been able to distinguish between what is important and what is not.

It's just a matter of being a little coquettish and charming; if it can make these two feel closer to me, it couldn't be more worthwhile.

So Wuma Xiu readily agreed, and his figure did indeed shrink a size, allowing the God of Poverty to happily scoop him into his arms.

Not only that, he would also tilt his head and blink from time to time, speaking in a soft and coquettish voice.

In an instant, the God of Poverty was completely captivated.

If I were to describe it in words, it would be roughly...

--The cat and its human.

The God of Poverty couldn't help but scream:

"Ahhh--how can he be so cute!"

The arrogance he displayed when we first met had long since vanished.

Wuma Xiu remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was secretly astonished.

He seems to have underestimated this "old male god" who has been "celibate" for hundreds of thousands of years.

"I want a kiss--"

"I want a hug too--"

Later on, Wuma Xiu didn't even need to act cute anymore; he only needed to glance at the God of Poverty, and he would immediately get a kiss on the face.

That enthusiasm was even more overwhelming than a rising tide.

Ten days later.

Wuma Xiu is failing...

His smile froze.

He lay in the arms of the God of Poverty, his face almost scabbed raw from all the kisses.

Seeing that the other person was pouting and leaning closer again.

Wuma Xiu quickly reached out to stop him, then leaped into the arms of the God of Misfortune.

This god looks cold and aloof, at least not as exaggerated as the God of Poverty.

"Hai, you... you don't like me anymore?"

Seeing the god in his arms jump to the next room, the God of Poverty felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, and felt extremely aggrieved.

It was a scene straight out of a "Swallow, Swallow, don't leave me" drama.

He crouched down beside the God of Misfortune, poking Wuma Xiu's face repeatedly with his finger, his eyes filled with unease.

"Did I kiss you too much? Are you annoyed?"

Wuma Xiu nestled into the God of Misfortune's arms, then took the other's hand and placed it on his back, saying:

"Don't overthink it. You're all my friends, and I can't just leave another friend out in the cold, can I?"

He acted as if he were completely impartial.

In reality, Wuma Xiu simply couldn't hold on any longer.

If the God of Poverty kissed him like that again, his face would really break.

No wonder... no wonder those immortal lords in novels who have been ascetic for millions of years break their vows and indulge in pleasure so easily.

He's not... unable to understand.

The God of Poverty got up, grabbed the God of Misfortune's arm, and stared at him expectantly.

"Um, I want to touch it again. Can you let me have it?"

He wants it, he desperately wants it!

Moreover, he believed that, given their long-standing friendship, the other party would definitely...

Agreed.

"Reject."