I Only Just Noticed You're a Little Short

Hello everyone, it's been a long time. I'm Su Qingci.

As everyone knows, I'm a writer who loves writing short stories, and the content might be a bit explosive, a bit erotic. Countless readers are eagerly waiting for me to feed them a hot meal.

Today I'm going to talk about my host.

It wasn't until now that I realized that although my host had many aliases, his true self was a complete weakling.

No, calling him a complete weakling isn't really accurate.

At least a weakling has some fighting ability, but the host's strength is negligible among the many Gods.

Such a weak host, I naturally have to protect him well. When he goes out to wander around in his original form, I'm terrified, afraid that he'll just disappear.

Or perhaps a meteorite falls from the sky, or maybe Gods are fighting nearby and their host gets caught in the crossfire...

In short, I'm extremely worried.

Although my host may not understand my frightened state, I will definitely protect my host well.

I swear in Su Qingci's name.

Today, their host is not in any danger, but seems to have developed a more severe Dissociative Identity.

Su Qingci looked at the three figures in front of her.

The God of Wealth, the God of Luck, and his own pitiful host Wuma Xiu, couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. What if he developed too many Dissociative Identity personalities, and one of them wanted to kill his host? Who would he protect then?

The question spun in his mind for a moment, and he quickly came to a conclusion:

If that day ever comes, I'll run away with my primary personality and seek refuge with another personality.

But what should we do in this situation?

Su Qingci looked around, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the God of Wealth and the God of Luck. Her own host shrank to the side, smiling sheepishly, with an expression that said, "I can't help it."

Then, he pulled out a Spiked Club and charged out.

"Host, I'm here to protect you!"

He shouted with great force, raising his Spiked Club high.

Unfortunately, his coolness only lasted a second.

God of Luck flicked her finger, giving it a light tap.

Su Qingci sent flying, stick and all.

The God of Wealth placed a Golden Prayer Mat at the spot where Su Qingci landed.

Su Qingci fell onto the prayer mat, and immediately felt a sharp pain and numbness in her buttocks.

"I'm telling you, God of Wealth version of host, you might as well not have picked me up at all."

Su Qingci covered her buttocks with tears streaming down her face.

The ground at least had some elasticity; although gold isn't very hard, the ground was still much softer than this Golden Prayer Mat.

The God of Wealth put his hands behind his back and tugged at his clothes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

He was used to things made of gold.

God of Luck pulled out a microphone from somewhere and held it to Wuma Xiu's lips, looking quite serious.

Please share your thoughts.

Wuma Xiu pushed the microphone away.

"No, thank you. Besides, you guys are getting more and more willful."

No, you're actually becoming more and more Dissociative Identity.

God of Luck replied slowly.

As he spoke, he reached out to put his arm around Wuma Xiu's shoulder.

As soon as his hand touched him, he frowned, sensing something was amiss. He looked down at himself, then at his own hands, and simply lifted Wuma Xiu up with both hands.

"I just realized," God of Luck said, lifting the person up and down, "You're a bit... short."

Being short is one thing, knowing you're short is another, but hearing it from someone else is quite another. Even though that "someone else" is himself, it doesn't mean Wuma Xiu doesn't mind.

What does "short" mean?

Do you know that his height is already considered tall for a person?

"Hmph, fine, fine, I'll admit I'm short."

Wuma Xiu was lifted into the air, flailing his arms and legs.

"I should have let you be forced into the Abyss's embrace back then. Besides, that God of the Netherworld wants to take you back to be the Sun. I'll make sure the other Old Self don't help you then, and you can go to the Abyss to be the Sun."

He struggled to break free from the other person's grasp, but to no avail.

"Have you forgotten that what they want, strictly speaking, is the God of Fortune?" the God of Luck replied unhurriedly, then lifted him up a little higher. "In other words, even if we're going to arrest someone, we want to arrest the God of Wealth of Fortune. Can you bear to watch them get arrested?"

There's a bit of a nasty side to his personality. But this one definitely comes from the person in front of him.

"You... you've gone too far!"

Wuma Xiu continued to struggle, but finally the God of Wealth couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to rescue Wuma Xiu from the God of Luck. As soon as he landed, he straightened his clothes and turned to the God of Wealth to complain.

"Cai, you'd better control him right now, otherwise, my true form is losing all its authority."

If this continues, he'll have to protest.

The God of Wealth placed his hand on Wuma Xiu's head and rubbed it.

"Okay, I promise."

Then, a Gold Ingot fell on God of Luck's head.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

One after another, with excellent accuracy, but the force wasn't enough to break God of Luck, nor did it hurt much.

The poor God of Luck didn't dare use his Divine Power to protect himself.

If he dares to block it, the God of Wealth will only smash it even more fiercely.

So he could only run around frantically, covering his head, as Gold Ingots chased after him, hitting him and making him howl in pain.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I'll never say you're short again!"

Wuma Xiu laughed heartily to the side, his shoulders shaking with laughter, tears streaming down his face. He raised his hand to wipe away the saline solution that had come out of the corner of his eye, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Do you think we're just entertaining ourselves?"

As long as you're happy.

The God of Wealth withdrew his hand, and the last Gold Ingot spun in the air before obediently falling back into his palm. He casually tossed it away and put it into his sleeve.

"Alright, you've remembered now, so let's go find the Sea God."

As Wuma Xiu spoke, his gaze fell in the direction where Su Qingci had just fallen.

The other person appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Su Qingci was still rubbing his buttocks, grimacing in pain. The Spiked Club lay askew to his side. He rubbed it a couple more times before straightening up.

"Tong, you should go back to writing. Also, don't make things up. Finally, don't do that again. You can't win a fight, and I can protect myself."

Su Qingci lowered his head, looking at himself, repeatedly jabbing the ground with the Spiked Club in his hand. After a while, he raised his head, his tone carrying a hint of grievance.

"Host, it's been so long since you've seen me. Don't you miss me? Besides, although I have many, many exes, you are the only one I love the most."