The Divine-Mortal Passage (Only 4,000 Words; Taking a Day Off, Will Make Up Double Later)

"R-really, Uncle Da Ming, Uncle Er Ming? Will Mom be happy for me too?"

Tang Wutong paid no attention to the powerful deity Tang San said she could become. She simply wanted to know whether doing this would make her mother happy for her too.

This left Da Ming and Er Ming beside her speechless. Their lips moved several times, but they dared not meet Tang Wutong's hopeful gaze.

Finally, feeling Tang San's increasingly hostile gaze, Da Ming gave a dry laugh. "Y-yes, she will. If Sister Xiao Wu knew little Wu Tong had become a god through her own efforts, she would definitely be very happy."

"Your Uncle Er Ming, Sister Xiao Wu, and I are Soul Beasts at our roots, and we'll remain Soul Beasts all our lives. Even if the Beast God positions are unsealed again, we won't have a chance to truly become deities."

"But you're different, little Wu Tong. In the future, your Uncle Er Ming and I might even need your protection."

At Da Ming's words, the hostility in Tang San's eyes within the memory gradually faded, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Compared to Er Ming, who had caused him plenty of trouble back on the Douluo Continent and made him lose face several times, he preferred ordering Da Ming around.

Of course, that was only because he still lacked enough subordinates to order about at will. Otherwise, he would not even have bothered using these two fellows, who could at most become divine officials like Bo Saixi in their lifetimes.

And this was also why he insisted on sending Tang Wutong down to the mortal world. Even without scheming for the Douluo Continent's fortune or divine weapons like the Golden Dragon Spear, which possessed the same blood-draining, devouring abilities as his Eight Spider