Feng Muwan stayed at the Feng family for half a month before returning to the God Realm.
Before leaving, Rong Muxi grabbed Feng Muwan and wouldn't let her go. Feng Muwan coaxed her for a while before finally managing to appease Rong Muxi and promising to visit her often before she was able to leave.
After returning to the God Realm, I first went to the Qingxuan Divine Palace to find my master, but to my surprise, my master was not there. Then I thought about it and realized that the place my master frequented most in the God Realm was the Xuan Nu Palace. My master and Sister Su Yi were close friends despite their age difference.
Thinking of Xuan Nu Palace, Feng Muwan prepared to take the plum wine she had brought from her mother there, because her sister Su Yi loved to drink.
As soon as Feng Muwan stepped out of the palace gate, she was stopped by a figure. When Feng Muwan looked up, she saw that it was him again.
"Long Qianjue, what are you doing?"
Long Qianjue, also known as the God Lord of the God Realm, wore a magnificent dark purple brocade robe. His face was sharply defined, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a broad nose, and thin lips that curved upwards. He had a handsome and stunning face.
"Little Wanwan, I've been looking for you for ages! Why aren't you worried about me? Of course I came to find you. Is that a bottle of wine you're holding? Are you going to drink with me until we drop?"
Feng Muwan rolled her eyes speechlessly at his unreliable words: "You're overthinking it. This is wine for Sister Suyi."
Long Qianjue was extremely disappointed, his handsome face filled with a dejected expression.
"Oh, so you weren't going to drink with me. Sigh, I thought Wanwan was worried about me looking for you for so long and wanted to drink with me. I was just being presumptuous. Oh well, I'll go find my brother. In this realm of gods, only my brother cares about me."
Feng Muwan just held the wine jar and watched him as he continued to make things up.
In the realm of gods, there are plenty of people who want to care about him, yet no one cares about him? Who are you kidding?
Seeing that Feng Muwan remained unmoved, Long Qianjue prepared to unleash his ultimate move, but suddenly put his head on her shoulder and started crying pitifully.
"Wanwan, please, take me with you to find Suyi. I want to try the wine you brought, otherwise, I can't concentrate on my official duties. Wanwan... Wanwan..."
Long Wu, the personal guard behind Long Qianjue, looked up, unable to bear looking at his master. His master, after all, never acted like a human being in front of Miss Wanwan.
When Feng Muwan heard him acting coquettishly, she got goosebumps all over and pushed the head off her shoulder.
"If you want to drink, come along. Stop whining all the time; it's really damaging to a grown man's image."
After finishing her sentence, Feng Muwan quickly slipped away. Staying any longer would make her feel unwell. Putting aside the fact that she couldn't resist the Divine Lord's coquettish behavior, even seeing Long Qianjue's face made her afraid she wouldn't be able to resist slapping him—he was just too irritating.
After Feng Muwan disappeared, Long Qianjue returned to his original appearance, aloof and noble, serious and indifferent, but the slight upturn of his lips showed that he was in a good mood.
"Master, aren't you afraid that Miss Wanwan will hate you for this? Besides, you've been pursuing her for so long, and she hasn't even nodded in agreement. Don't you want to look for the reason?"
Long Qianjue turned around and glanced at him: "What do you know? At first, Wanwan wouldn't even talk to me, but now she can at least make a move on me. That's progress, don't you understand, you single dog?"
Long Wu rolled his eyes speechlessly. "I don't understand. Every time Miss Wanwan gets so angry with you that she jumps up and down, and then beats you up, you're always so happy. Does the God Lord have a masochistic fetish?"
I'm still single, unlike him.
Long Qianjue seemed to have guessed Long Wu's thoughts: "Don't worry, you will soon have a goddess queen."
Long Wu pouted: "Master, hurry up and give us a little master."
You can go wherever you want then, we'll take care of our little master. We don't want this unreliable god anymore.
Long Qianjue patted Long Wu on the shoulder in agreement: "Your words have reminded me. I've been a bit bored these past few hundred years as a God-King. Don't worry, once I win over your God-Empress, will I still have to worry about not having a little master? Don't complain about it then."
Since there's no hope for Chihiro, the position of the Lord of the Gods can only be held by him.
Long Wu shook his head: "Don't worry, Master. As long as you give birth, we will definitely not find it troublesome."
Our little master is so adorable, even if we dislike you, we won't dislike the little master.
"Let's go find Xiao Wanwan for a drink. After we finish drinking, I'll tempt her a bit. I don't believe she won't fall for me."
After Long Qianjue finished speaking, he deliberately pulled his clothes open slightly and loosened the straps on the side of his clothes.
Long Wu curled his lip. If Miss Wanwan liked you, she would have taken care of you long ago. Why would she need you to seduce her? Master is really narcissistic.
Sigh, these subordinates are really worried sick about their master.
The fairies who usually took the initiative to show goodwill were all thrown out by their master. He finally liked Miss Wanwan, but Miss Wanwan didn't like to pay attention to the god.
Being a god is tough!
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