Hearing Chen Ming'er's wish, the Seven Gods of Original Sin were stunned. For a moment, none of them knew what to say. Their little Lord was truly pure-hearted.
But this was also an excellent opportunity. The God of Pride hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Little Lord! My wish is to know your date of birth!"
The God of Pride's words voiced the thoughts of all the original sin gods, as well as the God King of Destruction. Hadn't they caused all this chaos just to find out the birthday of the person before them?
Now that they finally had the chance, they all pricked up their ears, afraid of missing even the slightest bit of information. Xiao Zi, who was secretly listening nearby, did the same, terrified that he might miss something.
"My birthday?"
The question caught him off guard. At the same time, scenes flashed through his mind of the God of Gluttony and the God King of Destruction talking about making up a birthday celebration for him. So none of you knew when my birthday was?
What was this supposed to be, celebrating blindly? In the end, in the living room of Castle of Destruction, the Goddess of Life had just finished treating the injured personnel from the front lines.
He had originally come to Castle of Destruction to see how his precious little one was doing, only to walk in and find the Seven Gods of Original Sin standing in a neat row, awkwardly explaining themselves.
After learning about the series of absurd maneuvers the Seven Gods of Original Sin had pulled just to pry out his birthday, he felt suffocated. The Goddess of Life, meanwhile, found it rather amusing.
Xiao Lu sat beside him and reached out to hold him, her eyes filled with affection