An Unwarranted Calamity

I think you'd better not wear a veil.

Love God immediately removed the veil from Wuma Xiu's face.

His change of heart was so swift that it was impossible to tell he was still chasing after her, and he even made the Goddess of Beauty wear a veil.

"Unfortunately, I want to wear it now."

The red veil appeared out of nowhere; Wuma Xiu simply picked it up with two fingers and placed it over his face. The veil was a perfect shade of red, as if someone had cut off the most intense and vibrant part of a sunset and gently placed it on his face.

The red gauze was edged with fine gold thread, flowing gracefully along the curve of his nose, perfectly concealing everything below his eyebrows and eyes, leaving only a pair of eyes that captivated anyone who looked into them.

Through that thin layer of crimson, her eyes held an added air of mystery and ambiguity.

As the wind swept through the Sea of Flowers, the hem of the red veil fluttered gently, like a wisp of cloud dyed by the setting sun brushing against his neck, both concealing and revealing, the more it was concealed, the more people wanted to see it.

"Knock knock knock."

Love God heard the sound of his own heart beating. The sound was urgent and loud, like someone beating a war drum in his chest, each beat more intense and more frequent than the last.

He stared blankly at Wuma Xiu, at the face half-hidden by a crimson veil, feeling his whole body go numb from the drumbeats.

He thought: I'm finished.

Love God suddenly clutched his head with both hands, turned around, and crashed headfirst into a small flowering Flower Tree that was in full bloom.

With a crisp "bang," the trunk of the Flower Tree was Shengsheng in two by his headbutt.

Wood chips flew everywhere from the broken end, petals fell from the tree, and the whole tree crashed to the ground, raising a small cloud of dust.

Little Flower Tree: (ノへ￣,) What an unexpected disaster! What an unexpected disaster!

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and waved, sending a faint golden divine Divine Power brushing past the unfortunate Flower Tree.

The broken tree trunk immediately healed, and the fallen petals flew back to the branches, blooming even more profusely than before.

The Flower Tree suddenly returned from the brink of death, and its entire canopy trembled with excitement.

Flower Tree: Goddess of Goddess of Beauty saved me! Ahhh--I love you(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)!

It shook its branches frantically, scattering layer upon layer of colorful petals, as if it wished its entire tree could bloom into a pink shooting star and crash into the arms of the Goddess of Beauty.

If it had legs, it would probably be circling around Wuma Xiu right now, while secretly tripping Love God with its roots.

Wuma Xiu sensed the thoughts of the little Flower Tree and was overjoyed. He reached out and touched the trunk of the Flower Tree with his fingertips, and a warm, golden divine Divine Power flowed into the heart of the tree like a gentle stream.

The Flower Tree was enveloped in a faint golden halo, the entire tree shrouded in a nascent spiritual radiance.

The Goddess of Beauty, "I look forward to you taking human form soon."

Flower Tree was perfectly clear-headed at that moment.

Its previous way of perceiving the world was chaotic.

Sunlight, rain, wind, flowers blooming and falling... all blended into a warm, gentle halo.

Now, it clearly knows that it is a Flower Tree, rooted in this Sea of Flowers.

The one on the left is its cousin, from the same clan.

The annoying neighbor on the right that always steals its water can finally be pushed back with its roots.

In short, its condition means it has become intelligent.

With the divine Divine Power of the Goddess of Beauty, it became like a cheat code among all the Flower Trees, with unlimited potential.

Meanwhile, Love God on the other side was still not quite in his right mind.

He covered his head with both hands, his pupils trembling slightly, as if the entire Deity Statue had been struck on the top of his head by a bolt of lightning.

He's the Love God, the master of all romance, holding countless Red Threads in his hand. He's always the one who leads others into love; why would he himself fall in love?

No, no!

Love God wants to crash into the Flower Tree again.

The little Flower Tree pulled itself out of the soil, spread its roots, and ran behind Wuma Xiu.

The entire tree huddled together, its crown trembling.

Looking at the Goddess of Beauty ahead, it suddenly became bolder.

That wretched Love God! Not content with just one collision, he now wants to do it again.

The little Flower Tree rekindled its previous idea. It stealthily extended a small root from behind the Goddess of Beauty, silently reaching towards the Love God of love along the ground.

He planned to trip him up to avenge the broken tree.

Before it could even get close to the hem of Love God's robe, Wuma Xiu turned slightly to the side and gently patted its trunk.

"No, you can't. If you do that now, you'll revert to your old self."

God is not to be offended or profaned.

This is a rule etched into the instincts of all Deities.

In the eyes of the Goddess of Beauty, even if the Love God is weak and incompetent, he is still a god, and he will not allow such a small Flower Tree that has just gained sentience to offend him.

Luckily, it turned back to how it was before.

If you're unlucky, the whole tree might be gone.

"But he doesn't look too good."

Wuma Xiu withdrew his gaze and looked at Cupid, who was clutching his head and muttering incantations, ready to bang Love God head against a tree at any moment. He sighed helplessly. He stepped forward and reached out to grab the Red Thread that was swaying on Love God's body.

The Red Thread felt slightly cool to the touch, trembling gently in his palm, as if it were a living thing whose vital point had been grasped.

Wuma Xiu pulled back, and Love God staggered, finally stopping his run into the tree.

"Stop hitting it! If you keep hitting it, you'll destroy all the trees here."

Wuma Xiu could not bear to even think about that scene.

The ground was littered with broken trees and withered flowers, a scene of utter devastation, yet this Sea of Flowers was a rare sight for him.

He summoned the Flowing Clouds, drawing the fluffy, soft cloud before him, and then tossed the still-dazed Love God onto it.

Love God crashed into the clouds, sinking into the soft, fluffy cloud cover, revealing only a face still questioning God's existence and a few strands of disheveled long hair.

Wuma Xiu lowered his eyes, looking at the Red Thread in his hand.

From the moment he grasped it, the thread was restless, twisting and turning, trying to wrap around his wrist, but each time it was gently repelled by the golden divine Divine Power surrounding him.

Even after being bounced away, they didn't get discouraged. They pulled back, changed their angle, and continued to cautiously peer forward.

"Can you hear me?" Wuma Xiu held the Red Thread up to his eyes. "Tie him up, tie him tight. If he falls and gets hurt, I won't be responsible, understand?"

The Red Thread suddenly taut, transforming from a snake-like suppleness into a straight string, then swiftly bending and twisting in front of Wuma Xiu into a large heart.

It darted back up to the clouds and began to wrap around Love God, circling him tightly from shoulders to wrists, from waist to ankles, binding him more professionally than a rice dumpling.

Finally, it wrapped around the bow twice more, tying a symmetrical bow at Love God's chest. The bow's two ears stood up proudly, as if asking for praise.

Love God: Do you remember who your master was?

Red Thread: Aren't I the type who resembles their owner?