So You Like Me Better This Way?

The day of the selection of the Clan Leader of the Jade Qilin Clan.

The huge ceremony square was packed with people; almost all the young people on the entire mother planet who were qualified to participate in the selection were present.

On the trial platform in the very center of the square, the final assessment had just ended, and several elders were quietly summarizing the scores.

"Clan Leader, the selection process is almost over, why hasn't the young Clan Leader arrived yet?"

The clan official standing next to Si Ting lowered his voice and unconsciously tiptoed.

He craned his neck, his eyes searching the entrance repeatedly, wishing he could use his mind to drag the long-delayed young Clan Leader directly from the Starport.

He couldn't guess why the Clan Leader wanted to step down at this critical juncture. But he felt that at least part of the reason lay with the young Clan Leader.

If the young Clan Leader really doesn't come, then the Clan Leader's efforts will have been in vain.

Si Ting sat upright in the main seat on the high platform, his slender fingers casually fiddling with a pigeon blood Gemstone on the armrest of the chair, his back comfortably leaning back in the chair.

His expression showed absolutely no sign of panic.

"Don't worry, he'll definitely get there."

Si Lin was his son.

Although the father and son have not actually met in person over the years.

But as a father, he also kept a close eye on his partner at all times.

Si Ting understood his son. Although the boy was very rebellious, he had the blood of the Jade Qilin Clan flowing in his veins.

The moment he carried away the Dark Night, the Dark Night gave its answer.

The Dark Night's judgment in choosing a master has never been wrong.

If Si Lin were truly a coward who ran away at the first sign of trouble, he would have been abandoned by Dark Night the moment he picked up the gun.

How could I possibly drag him around everywhere?

Therefore, Si Ting was not in a hurry.

According to the original plan, Si Lin and Carl should have arrived long ago.

They should have arrived at the Jade Qilin Clan's home planet at least half a standard day before the selection ceremony began.

However, they did encounter an accident.

Having just dealt with several Space Pirates, they encountered another unexpected event.

This unexpected turn of events caught them off guard.

Because they now have an uninvited guest on their spaceship...

No, it's an ancestor who's even more ancient than our ancestors.

Wuma Xiu leaned against a cloud that was floating.

The cloud looked fluffy and soft, with a very faint golden halo around its edges. It was unclear from which part of the sky he had casually plucked it, but it simply floated in front of the two of them.

Wuma Xiu turned slightly to the side, bent one leg, and casually rested his arm on his knee.

Her long, ink-black hair cascaded down from the edge of the clouds.

It made him look lazy and relaxed, as if he had just woken up from an afternoon nap.

"I'd like to hitch a ride, is that alright?"

Carl's brain had clearly stopped working.

He spent eight years in the Federation Military Department.

I've seen Interstellar pirates, and I've seen rebel fleets pursue and intercept me.

I've seen all sorts of deadly weapons that can obliterate an entire spaceship in three seconds.

But he had never seen a god appear so radiantly, then sit on a cloud and greet them.

This, this, this person...

In the end, Carl lowered his head, unable to look any further.

If he kept looking, he was afraid he would lose all desire to have children.

Si Lin's expression was slightly better Carl's, but not by much.

The Dark Night trembled violently beside him, the gun buzzing incessantly, almost slipping from his grasp again, but he caught it with lightning speed, his fingers tightening around it.

Run?

I still haven't settled the score with you for flying over to the Altar in front of so many people and freeloading off them.

Don't even think about running away this time!

Dark Night trembled twice in his palm, unwilling to accept it.

Finally, it quieted down, looking dejected.

"What are you doing here...?" Si Lin began, then realized his voice was a little hoarse.

Wuma Xiu, "It's on the way. Didn't I say I'd hitch a ride? Your destination happens to be the same as mine. Do you mind?"

"Of course we don't mind, it's our honor!"

Si Lin looked at Wuma Xiu, who was sitting upright on a cloud.

I was momentarily dazed.

The adult version of the Goddess of Beauty looks different from the boy she had seen before.

While he was amazed, a vague sense of disappointment quietly rose in his heart.

He used to look thin and frail as a boy.

When facing the other person, one's protective instincts surge forth overwhelmingly.

In retrospect, those worries and that vow seem somewhat unnecessary.

"I suddenly remembered when we first met; I probably looked... a little ridiculous back then."

Si Lin spoke in a low voice, his dark eyes looking openly at Wuma Xiu.

At that time, even inside the iron cage, he was still questioning the other person about why they had gone with a stranger, earnestly advising them not to listen to strangers, his mind filled with how to protect this seemingly gullible boy.

I didn't even consider the possibility that the other party was Gods.

"No, it's commendable courage."

After Wuma Xiu finished speaking, he suddenly sat up from the cloud.

His originally languid, reclining figure rapidly shrank before Si Lin's eyes, and the imposing silhouette of an adult Gods faded away.

Instead, the boy's shoulders were thin and slender.

Her dark hair fell softly over her shoulders.

This made his already striking face appear even more androgynous and childlike.

The Flowing Clouds carried him lightly to Si Lin's side.

They were so close that Si Lin could almost smell the faint, cool fragrance emanating from the other's hair.

Wuma Xiu reached out and gently pinched Si Lin's cheek. He tilted his head slightly, his voice carrying a hint of youthful clarity and playfulness:

"So you prefer me this way?"

Si Lin froze on the spot, and the half of his face that was being pinched started to burn at a visible speed.

He opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but when his gaze fell on Wuma Xiu's face so close to his own, it felt like his throat was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He cried out in his heart.

No, he didn't prefer one look to the other.

He simply felt that his teenage form made him more protective of others, and it didn't mean he had any ulterior motives.

He just...

In the end, Si Lin could no longer deceive himself.

All right.

Because he is still a teenager, he actually prefers people younger than him.

Wuma Xiu looked at Si Lin's flushed ears, released his grip with satisfaction, and leaned back against the cloud.

He knew very well that most people preferred him as an adult.

The adult form is even more captivating, with more defined features and a more powerful aura. The awe-inspiring, unapproachable beauty of the Gods is enough to make any mortal bow down in admiration.

Furthermore, in its adult form, it can do some things that are unspeakable.

Of course, this was completely unnecessary for him, but it seemed very important to his suitors.