I Can No Longer Smile

A Demigod died just like that.

Lin Yan stood there blankly, the same sentence echoing in his mind.

That was a Demigod, an existence on par with him.

These past few days, although he couldn't figure out his opponent's strengths and weaknesses, the two fought back and forth, with neither able to gain the upper hand.

But at that moment, that person's soul was completely annihilated.

In other words, if the other party wanted him dead, it would be just as easy.

Lin Yan felt a chill run down his spine.

He went through countless hardships to become Demigod, all so that he wouldn't be as fragile as a mortal, and wouldn't be at the mercy of others. But only after becoming Demigod did he realize that he was still fragile, as fragile as he had been just now, utterly vulnerable.

"Such behavior is like that of a cunning old fox hiding its tail. We must be careful."

A voice rang out from beside Wuma Xiu.

Lin Yan looked over and saw the figure standing beside the God of Wealth. He wore a dark black Wide-Brimmed Soft Hat, and his light golden curly hair fell from under the hat.

Lin Yan's heart skipped a beat when he saw this god.

Isn't this just God of Luck?

He had long heard that wherever there is a God of God of Wealth, there is also a God of God of Luck.

He had only seen the God of Wealth before, and thought it was just a legend. But now it seems the legend is true; the relationship between these two Gods must be so good that they are inseparable.

God of Luck.

This was the Gods he had longed for.

He prayed for Good Luck fortune.

Lin Yan felt that his luck had plummeted ever since he met that person surnamed Qin.

He desperately needs a stroke of Good Luck.

"I won't give it to you."

Lin Yan was taken aback.

"Didn't you hear me? I said I'm not giving it to you."

God of Luck walked up to him, and a pair of honey-colored eyes beneath the brim of her hat looked at him.

Lin Yan felt as if his heart had been crushed, with a snap, leaving not even a trace.

If you're not going to give it to him, then don't. Why bother coming all the way to him and saying it out loud? Especially after those words came from the mouth of the God of Luck, his heart was breaking.

Don't be sad. Luck has its own choices, it just didn't choose you.

Seeing that the other party looked severely injured, God of Luck spoke again.

This can be considered an explanation.

Whether you say it or not, it doesn't really make much difference.

Lin Yan lowered his head, feeling a tightness in his chest.

He had prayed for Good Luck for so many years, hoping and longing for it day and night, but in the end, the other party simply said "I won't give it to you," dismissing all his lifelong hopes.

How lucky! That's really lucky.

Who in this world doesn't want to be blessed with good fortune?

When the God of Wealth saw the God of Luck appear, he wanted to stuff him back into his own body.

The moment I reached out my hand, it was deftly dodged by the other person.

"Lucky, you'd better not come out yet. Your injury from before should still be healing. You should rest a bit more now."

[Besides, even if you're inside me, you can still sense everything outside.]

This was what he was thinking.

God of Luck stepped aside, took off her hat, twirled it between her fingers, and said lazily:

"No. That was too boring."

[Although I can feel it, I'm going to suffocate. And the outside world is clearly more vibrant.]

"Fine, whatever you want." The God of Wealth withdrew his hand. "Anyway, it's not me who's in pain."

Lin Yan, who was standing next to them, seemed to have been completely forgotten by them.

However, he remained silent.

He was merely Demigod under the command of the God of Fire, and in terms of influence, he didn't have much compared to his own father.

Not to mention in front of other Gods.

The God of Wealth raised his left hand and gestured towards the sky.

Spread your fingers and then clench them.

Outside the Fireglow Star, the barrier shattered with a crack, turning into tiny specks of golden light that scattered into the Sea of Stars, disappearing without a trace.

"The matter is resolved, let's go."

"Okay. It's been a long time since I've been out. How about we go stay on a planet called Lucky Star for a while? I like its name."

The two figures walked away side by side, disappearing in an instant.

Only when the last glimmer of golden light faded did Lin Yan finally breathe a sigh of relief, collapsing into a limp heap.

He certainly longed for good fortune, but he was, after all, Demigod under the command of the God of Fire.

However, the more Lin Yan thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Back then, that Demigod had a very clear goal; he attacked without saying a word as soon as he approached him.

He thought that all of this seemed more like a premeditated plan.

Could it be that the other party's target wasn't themselves from the beginning, but rather the God of Wealth or that God of Luck?

Or perhaps it's these two gods?

Lin Yan felt an even deeper chill in his heart.

The chill he felt now was even colder than when he had just witnessed a Demigod vanish before his eyes.

It's not scary to have a powerful enemy.

However, a truly terrifying enemy is one that is powerful, cunning, and adept at hiding.

However, these matters were clearly beyond the scope of someone as small as Karami.

The matter has been resolved.

The God of Wealth raised his hand, and a golden light disappeared into the void, carrying the six words to Bai Zhuyu Bai Qiuyu. He always finished what he started; once he had done something, he always gave the other party an explanation.

After sending the message, the God of Wealth wore a detached expression, his eyes devoid of any extra emotion. The God of Luck, standing nearby, leaned in, placed his hands on either side of his lips, and gave him an exaggerated smile.

"Little Cai Cai, do you want to smile? Come on, follow me, smile like this."

God of Luck is teasing the God of Wealth.

The God of Wealth never smiles when there are no other gods around.

He and the other party were originally the same god; to the God of Wealth, he was never an external god. However, to the other party, he was not strictly speaking his own self, but his Old Self Old I.

They all once shared the same Divine Core.

However, everything is irreversible.

Just like before, the God of Wealth loved to smile.

Unfortunately, having heard too many wishes and seen too much of the coldness and warmth of human relationships, he eventually forgot how to smile.

Each time, the other person could only adjust their facial expression.

It looks like a smile, but it's actually just muscles moving.

"You know I can't laugh anymore."

The God of Wealth spoke in a low voice, placing his hand on his lapel.

Fingers slid down the crimson brocade Brocade Robe, the color fading inch by inch until it finally turned into a melancholy blue.

"Well."

God of Luck sighed.

Why are you sighing? I think I'm doing fine right now.

The God of Wealth seemed not to hear the sigh.

He raised his right hand and counted on his fingers one by one, earnestly telling God of Luck.

"Just think how free I am now. I can do whatever I want every day, go wherever I want, see whoever I want. I can sleep when I want, stay awake when I want..."

"How wonderful."

God of Luck stood beside him, and the honey-colored eyes beneath the brim of his hat gradually dimmed.

As he listened to the God of Wealth list out his freedoms one by one, he felt his wound, which had never healed, ache even more.

He put the dark black, Wide-Brimmed Soft Hat back on his head, pulling the brim down.

Some wounds heal in an instant for them.

But some wounds, even gods cannot heal.