What Broke?

Wuma Xiu tilted his head and looked at Si Lin's face, which was trying hard to remain calm but was already flushed red.

Suddenly, I felt like playing.

His figure shrank even further on the Flowing Clouds.

This time, it shrunk to the size of a five-year-old child.

Her short, dark hair lay softly against her face, her large, round, glassy eyes were striking, and her cheeks even had a touch of baby fat.

The robes on his body also shrank.

It hung loosely on her small frame, making her look like a porcelain doll.

It's unbelievably exquisite.

He stretched out his two short arms towards Si Lin and uttered a single word in a childish voice. "Hug?"

Si Lin's mind went completely blank on the spot.

A barrage of warnings such as "Don't blaspheme the Gods," "This is Her Majesty the Goddess of Beauty," "Carl is watching," and "What am I doing?" flashed through my mind.

But his body reacted much faster than his mind.

When Si Lin came to his senses from the storm in his head, his hands had already steadily caught the soft and adorable five-year-old baby and held him in his arms.

It was as light as a ball of cotton wrapped in a cool fragrance, yet as warm as a tiny Sun just plucked from the core of a star.

At that moment, Si Lin felt as if he could destroy a planet.

His blood was boiling, and a surge of intense emotion was welling up in his chest, almost overflowing.

Dark Night its master's volcanic emotions, the gun itself became excited.

It darted out of the spaceship's cockpit, leaving trails of dark Spear Ray that traced wild arcs.

He was clearly too excited to control himself.

After Wuma Xiu had finished playing, he gracefully flew out of Si Lin's arms.

The Flowing Clouds carried his figure as he slowly stretched out in mid-air.

The tender outline of a five-year-old child unfolds like morning mist, while the slenderness of a boy and the vigor of a young man flash by in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the image is frozen in time with the breathtaking Goddess of Beauty, the lingering smile from her earlier teasing moments still on her lips.

Wuma Xiu spoke up, "It seems you do indeed prefer the smaller ones."

Si Lin remained silent.

His body had acted before his brain had processed his embrace, completely betraying him.

Any further words now would only be a cover-up.

He just sat there frozen, his ears so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Why did you leave so soon?

Let him hug you more often.

Suddenly, Wuma Xiu leaned down, gently raised his index finger, and placed it precisely on Si Lin's chin.

That face, which could make Gods pale, was incredibly close.

"What a coincidence, I also like girls younger than me."

Si Lin's brain completely stopped functioning.

His entire face turned bright red, from his neck to his forehead.

He could even hear the sound of his blood rushing through his ears.

What did God mean by saying this to him?

Could it be that she has taken a liking to me?

However, he had no experience with that That Matter.

But he can learn.

"Unfortunately," Wuma Xiu withdrew his hand and leaned back against the cloud, "You're too small."

At that moment, a young boy's heart shattered with a "crack".

Carl, who kept his head down and dared not look at the Goddess of Beauty, silently turned his face away.

He simply couldn't bear to look at his Major General's expression at that moment.

I imagine the young man's heart is shattered to pieces right now.

It's beyond repair.

That's terrible, absolutely terrible.

His Major General was, in the end, just a kid who hadn't even grown up yet. He'd spent ten years in a place like the Federation Military Department, and the biggest battle he'd ever seen was a barrage of artillery fire from enemy ships.

How could anyone resist this level of flirting?

If Her Goddess of Beauty continues to flirt, her Major General will likely suffer from lovesickness and remain unmarried for life when he grows up.

Carl, unaware that his Major General was actually to "serve the Goddess of Beauty for life," sighed inwardly.

Wuma Xiu, however, was completely unaware of the situation.

He withdrew his hand and leaned back against the cloud, looking at Si Lin's utterly bewildered expression. Instead of feeling any remorse, he raised an eyebrow and asked:

"You're so easily teased. Haven't you been Beauty Training?"

In any race blessed by the Goddess of Beauty, members of the tribe will study a very special Required Course after reaching a certain age.

--Beauty Training.

The purpose of this course is simply to ensure that the tribespeople can stand upright and speak when they see the Goddess of Beauty.

After all, for outsiders, not being able to see the Goddess of Beauty is a regret. But for the tribes blessed by the Goddess of Beauty, if they can only stare wide-eyed and open their mouths after seeing their own Gods, trembling and unable to utter a word.

That would be true disrespect.

Si Lin had never taken this course.

As for the reason, I'm sure everyone knows it.

Si Lin, who had never even heard of this course, remained silent, but the emotions surging within him could not be concealed.

I truly regret it.

I regret it so much I could die.

I regret it so much that I want to drag back the version of myself who ran away in the Dark Night back then.

I should have delayed starting the race by a few months.

Attend those classes before you leave.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so easily charmed by the Goddess of Beauty today, blushing and completely defeated, unable to utter a single complete sentence.

If this gets back to the Federation Military Department, where will Major General Si put his face?

But at this point, it's too late to say anything.

The class is already missed, and I've already lost all face.

"Clan Leader, this is the final winner."

The clan affairs officer bowed and reported.

The selection process lasted a full day, involving multiple rounds of screening and competition.

Now, only one person remains on the stage.

Si Ting followed the clan official's gaze and looked toward the center of the trial platform.

The man stood tall and slender, with facial features that bore a five or six-point resemblance to Si Lin.

He was just much taller than Si Lin and looked older than him, giving him a rather dashing and elegant air when he stood on the stage.

He was wearing a traditional moon-white Robe of the Jade Qilin Clan, with pale gold tribal patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

The sight of her standing there was truly pleasing to the eye.

As for his appearance, there's nothing to brag about.

There isn't a single ugly person in the Jade Qilin Clan.

Any one of them would be a stunning beauty if placed outside, let alone the strongest among the younger generation of the entire clan who is standing on the trial platform right now.

From appearance and personality to ability, they are all top-notch choices.

This man's name is Si Yan.

Si Ting looked at the young man on the stage who bore a striking resemblance to Si Lin, his face expressionless.

Those dark eyes, so like her son's, were calm as still water.

Perhaps they really aren't coming.

Or perhaps something delayed him; the road to stardom is long, and unexpected events are always inevitable.

But at this point, the die was cast and the arrow had to be released.

As the Clan Leader, it was impossible for him to cancel the selection process that the entire clan was watching.

Si Ting slightly raised his hand, and all eyes focused on Si Yan in the center of the trial platform.

Just as he was about to announce Si Yan's victory...

With a loud "boom," everyone blinked and saw that a figure had suddenly appeared in the center of the trial platform.

A black-haired youth held a jet -Pitch-Black Spear in one hand, its Spear Tip deeply embedded in the surface of the trial platform. Fine cracks, like a spider web, spread outwards from the point of impact.

He slowly straightened up, his dark eyes like stars.

"Don't rush to announce it, I'm still here."