Desperate Sea God: Ye Qing, Marry Angel God?

Ye Qing looked at the expression on Qian Daoliu's face, which seemed on the verge of cracking, and the blatant terror and expectation in his eyes, and a troubled look appeared on his own small face.

He tilted his head, thought about it very seriously, and then, under Qian Daoliu's increasingly desperate gaze, said slowly and uncertainly:

"This... I can't really say for sure..."

"Let's... see how things go when the time comes?"

He paused, seemingly feeling that this answer was too vague, and added: "If it really doesn't work out... hmm... I suppose living off the Angel God sister wouldn't be so bad? Didn't she say she would cherish me and even feed me?"

After saying this, he seemed to think the plan was quite feasible and nodded at Qian Daoliu.

Then, without looking at the man's instantly petrified expression, he turned and walked quickly toward the exit of Douluo Hall without looking back.

Qian Daoliu: "..."

He stood rooted to the spot, feeling all the blood in his body rush to his head in an instant.

Then it drained away just as quickly, leaving behind a cold numbness.

No...

You actually have that thought?

You really dare to think that, Ye Qing!!!

Qian Daoliu was roaring madly in his heart, his facial control completely lost, his old face wrinkled like a dried orange peel.

He closed his eyes in pain and took several deep breaths, only then barely suppressing the urge to howl at the sky.

However...

In his mind, involuntarily, the Angel God's peerlessly beautiful face, where holiness and allure coexisted, appeared once more, along with her melodious, slightly lazy, and seductive voice...

Hiss—

Qian Daoliu shook his head violently to cast out those blasphemous thoughts, but he had to admit a fact in his heart:

Lady Angel God... was indeed the most beautiful, most divine, and most... charming woman he had ever seen in his long life. Without exception.

No wonder... even such a small child was... cough, was bewitched...

This...

It seems...

It's not entirely without reason?

Qian Daoliu covered his face in agony.

Meanwhile, in the God Realm, at the Angel God Temple.

The figure of the Angel God had just solidified upon the Holy Light Throne.

Before she could even sit comfortably and savor the pleasure of teasing that little one, A heaven-shaking roar and the sound of someone pounding on the door erupted from outside the temple, causing the clouds of holy light surrounding the temple to churn in disorder.

"Angel! You old hag! Get your ass out here!!!"

It was Poseidon, the Sea God; his rough, irritable voice could be heard clearly through the heavy temple gates.

"You are truly shameless! How dare you sneakily seduce my successor! Do you have any dignity left as a deity?! If you have the guts, open the Gate of Opening! Come out and fight me one-on-one!!"

The Angel God frowned slightly, a trace of impatience flashing across her beautiful face.

But immediately, as if thinking of something, that impatience was quickly replaced by a mix of playfulness, haughtiness, and the smugness of having caught someone in the act.

She hummed softly; not only was she not angry, but the corners of her mouth curled into a meaningful arc.

Following that, she stood up gracefully, holy light swirling around her, and walked with light steps toward the temple gates.

With a gentle wave of her jade hand, the heavy, solemn gates, inscribed with countless angel runes, opened inward without a sound.

Outside the gate, Poseidon was rolling up his sleeves, the phantom of the Sea God Trident roaring behind him, looking ready for a massive brawl.

When he saw that the Angel God had not only come out, but that her face held not a hint of the annoyance or guilt one would expect from having a conspiracy exposed, but instead wore a... brilliant, radiant smile that made him extremely uneasy, he froze instantly, his heart sinking.

This smile...

Something is wrong!

Something is very wrong!

Given this old woman's temper, being cursed at like this to her face, she should have retorted with a cold face or attacked directly!

Now that she's smiling like a blooming flower... what is the meaning of this?

Could it be...

That brat...

Has really been turned?!

Alarm bells rang in Poseidon's heart, and a sense of foreboding welled up within him.

It couldn't be, could it?

He had gone to such great lengths to find this peerless prodigy, and the position of God King was finally within reach.

If this old woman were to snatch him away halfway, wouldn't he become the biggest joke, the greatest clown in the God Realm?

Just as Poseidon stood there in suspicion and uncertainty, his momentum faltering, the Angel God spoke up.

She crossed her arms with composure, tilted her chin slightly to look at Poseidon, and said in a light, almost disdainful tone: "Sea God, if you have nothing better to do, there are so many layers of cloud seas in the God Realm. Can't you just find a building... oh wait, find a high cloud platform and jump off?"

Having said that, she sighed slightly, appearing quite helpless: "Coming to my temple entrance every single day to shout and disturb my peace—what is the meaning of this?"

Following that, she paused and looked Poseidon up and down, the disdain in her eyes practically overflowing.

Then, with a tone of sudden realization mixed with a "don't you dare daydream" attitude, she continued: "Oh~~ I get it now. You wouldn't happen to be... trying to get my attention this way, would you?"

The Angel God wore an expression that said she had seen right through him, waving her slender, jade-white hand:

"Save it, Poseidon. Let me tell you, between us—it is absolutely impossible! Give up on that idea!"

Poseidon: "..."

He stood stunned for a full three seconds before his brain finally processed the information in the Angel God's words.

Immediately—

"What the f***!!!"

A roar, even more violent and incredulous, erupted from the Sea God's throat.

He was so angry his hair nearly stood on end, and the phantom of his trident trembled frantically.

"I want to get your attention? Angel, do you have any shame left? Why don't you go take a piss and look at your own reflection! You think I could ever fancy you?"

Poseidon was so enraged he lost all decorum, pointing at the Angel God's nose and cursing: "I'm telling you, Angel! You're a toad lusting after swan meat, a delusional fool! Even if every woman in the entire God Realm—no, the entire world—were dead, I still wouldn't look at you! No, there isn't a single male creature in existence who would ever fancy an old hag like you!!!"

Facing this vicious insult that would have sent any woman into a rage, the Angel God was not angry at all; instead, the smile on her face became even more brilliant and dazzling.

She arched her willow-leaf eyebrows, and only after Poseidon finished his tirade did she speak slowly, her tone filled with a sweet, showy pride: "Is that so? Then that really is... a disappointment for you."

She deliberately drew out her tone, enunciating every word with absolute clarity:

"Just a moment ago, that child Ye Qing told me personally..."

She paused, watching Poseidon's expression turn instantly tense as he held his breath, then said each word with heavy, resounding impact:

"That after he becomes a god, he is coming to the God Realm—to marry, me~"

"Oh my, it really is something. Even though I told him I would have to consider it, that child is just so persistent~"

She sighed with feigned modesty, her eyes darting toward Poseidon, filled with mockery and triumph:

"Unlike some people, tsk tsk tsk... who can only stand here in impotent rage, jumping up and down like a street-brawler~"

BOOM—!!!

The moment the Angel God's voice fell, Poseidon felt as if he had been struck by five bolts of lightning!

His tall frame swayed violently.

The anger, mockery, and volatility on his face all froze, shattered, and dissolved into a blank slate in an instant.

And beneath that blankness surged an overwhelming, incredulous horror and despair.

He opened his mouth wide, but could not make a single sound.

Only his sea-blue eyes remained, staring fixedly at the Angel God, who stood before him with a brilliant smile as if she had won a monumental victory.

Deep within his pupils, a cataclysmic collapse was unfolding.

Ye Qing...

Wants to marry...

The Angel...

God...

These words echoed and exploded in his mind like the most vicious of curses!