Where Did This Little Vixen Come From?

The Moon God raised her hand and pointed to the other side of the hall:

"The next room is empty, go take your clothes off there. Night's not here today, no one will bother you."

The Moon God showed the way to the Goddess of Beauty.

The other party is too noisy; it's quieter at night.

It's a pity that Ye isn't coming tonight, otherwise he could have Ye throw him out.

The Goddess of Beauty's expression froze for a moment.

He sprang up from the Flowing Clouds, pounced on the Moon God, and poked her cheek with a finger.

"Hey, hey, hey, I heard you all!"

Even if you find him noisy, couldn't you have expressed it a little more tactfully? What do you mean by "Ye is not here today, otherwise we could throw him out"? He's a Goddess of Beauty, how can he be thrown out?

The Moon God let him poke her, neither dodging nor blocking, but merely tilted her head slightly and changed her tone calmly:

"Then... please shut up."

The Goddess of Beauty lay back down on the Flowing Clouds, burying her face in the wisps of cloud, and grumbled, "Honestly, no wonder you've always stayed in the Moon God Palace. If you went out, you'd probably get beaten up, wouldn't you?"

"I won't."

The Moon God put down the book in his hand, looked at his other self who was throwing a tantrum on his Flowing Cloud, and revealed the first smile that the Goddess of Beauty had seen when she came here.

"After all, my older brother, younger brother, and Ye won't let anyone beat me up."

The Goddess of Beauty lifted half her face from the clouds, glanced at him with her eyes, and said sourly, "Tsk tsk tsk, having an older brother and a younger brother is really amazing. Too bad I don't have one."

The Moon God glanced at him, picked up the book again, turned to the page she had just been reading, and said:

Don't you have a bunch of suitors?

The Goddess of Beauty buried her face in the Flowing Clouds, her voice muffled, carrying a genuine sense of despondency.

"They're so boring, they can't give me what I want. Only now do I realize that only I can have a pure friendship with myself."

His only true God of Wine, was himself.

Thinking about it carefully, it's practically a lame joke.

He was a Goddess of Beauty, pursued and loved wherever he went, but the number of people who could truly be with him without any ulterior motives was extremely small, and it was only himself.

How pitiful.

"Besides you, everyone else covets my beauty."

The Goddess of Beauty stretched out a finger and poked the Flowing Cloud beneath her, Flowing Cloud to bounce slightly.

It silently turned into a melancholy pale blue.

He's so pitiful.

He had neither an older brother nor a younger brother; those two fiercely protective brothers, the Sun God and the Star God, were completely irrelevant to him. Although he had a huge number of suitors, it was of no use whatsoever.

Now even his only supporter won't help him.

Flowing Cloud tried his best to puff himself up into a round, plump cloud so that the Goddess of Beauty could lie more comfortably, but this could not alleviate Goddess of Beauty self-pity at that moment. He turned his head and looked pitifully at the Moon God, drawing out the last syllable:

"Moon, can you please talk to me again?"

He's so pitiful.

The dignified Goddess of Beauty lay sprawled on a Flowing Cloud that had turned a melancholy blue, her dark hair disheveled, her veil nowhere to be seen. She looked as wilted as a precious flower that had been forgotten to be watered and had been left to bask in the Sun on a windowsill all day.

At that moment, a hand landed on his head, the palm covering the top of the Goddess of Beauty's hair.

"Alright, stop pretending. Don't I know myself?"

The Moon God knew she wouldn't be truly hurt by this slight neglect, but she still ruffled his hair.

Oh well, it's all my fault.

I'd better try to appease her.

The Goddess of Beauty buried her face even deeper into the Flowing Clouds, a smile playing on her lips.

Hey-hey.

So what if I know? I'll still ignore him.

He knew that his charm was irresistible, even to his other self.

The Flowing Clouds silently shifted from melancholy blue back to warm pink.

It knew that its own household god was quite the drama queen, perhaps even rivaling that theatrical Theater God?

The Sun God is extremely happy today.

Night God was tripped up by him, and Star God was also held back by his tricks.

Today, no one will disturb the Moon God Palace.

Only him, and his dearest brother.

The Sun God stood Moon God Palace, his golden hair shining so brightly under the starlight that it seemed to burn, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Sensing his presence, the palace gates slid open automatically to the sides.

At this time, his younger brother is most likely reading in the library.

The Sun God walked with practiced ease, his steps so light they were almost skipping. Along the way, he adjusted his clothes and cuffs to ensure he appeared before the Moon God in the most perfect form.

He pushed the door of the library open.

"Younger brother..."

The moment he uttered the word "brother," he froze into a stone statue.

Oh no, the sky is falling!

Who is that thing lying on his brother's lap?

The Sun God's mind completely crashed the moment he saw the scene inside the library. His younger brother was indeed in the library, quietly leaning against the Soft Couch, holding a book in his hands.

But there was something extra on my leg.

A god with cascading black hair and a silver-red robe was lazily sprawled on his younger brother's lap.

When he discovered it, the god not only lay there with an air of self-righteousness, but also rubbed his face against the Moon God's knees.

"Who are you? What are you doing!"

The Sun God charged forward, his golden hair almost exploding.

He reached out to grab the shameless guy off his brother's lap and throw him away, but his fingers hadn't even touched the guy's collar yet.

Instead of dodging, the god stretched out his arms and wrapped them around the Moon God's waist, burying his face in Moon God belly and letting out a muffled groan. The gesture was so intimate that the Sun God felt his pupils dilate.

At that moment, the Sun God was enraged.

He'd never even hugged his brother's waist like that before.

"I'm going to kill you--"

The Moon God patted her brother's hand and said calmly, "Brother, don't mind him."

The Sun God felt no comfort whatsoever; instead, he transformed back into a stone sculpture.

He successfully defended against the Night God, despite all his precautions.

Every time the Night God wanted to come to the Moon God Palace alone, he would interfere, and he finally managed to stop the Night God and hold back the Star God.

I thought I could have my younger brother all to myself today.

It turned out that there was something he had never seen before hidden in the library.

His younger brother even allowed the other person to put their arm around his waist like that, a treatment he himself never received.

Who is this?!

Which little devil is it?!

"Brother, who is this god?!"

The Sun God's golden hair moved without wind, and clusters of golden flames began to rise from his body.

The Goddess of Beauty stretched leisurely, rolled over, turned her head to the side, and lay comfortably on the Moon God's lap. Looking at the Sun God before her, who was practically on the verge of spontaneous combustion, she spoke in a lighthearted tone, as if introducing herself:

"Hello, I am the Goddess of Beauty."

When the Sun God heard the words "Goddess of Beauty," he exploded again.

He knew about this Goddess of Beauty.

He's flamboyant and ostentatious, leaving a trail of romantic entanglements wherever he goes.

Those who had seen him became his fanatical believers, and those who had seen Gods became his pursuers, one after another, in countless numbers.

The overwhelming golden miracle that occurred on Landon Star a while ago had such Divine Power aura that it could be sensed across half the Universe.

His younger brother rarely left the house, quietly staying in the Moon God Palace reading and drinking tea, yet he still managed to attract this flamboyant fellow.

Good wine needs no bush.

No, why would he use that metaphor?

"Goddess of Beauty, please stay away from my brother, or better yet, get lost," the Sun God warned, taking a deep breath.