Ma Tuan helplessly let Him toss him around, until a tentacle suddenly discovered something in one of his childhood memories—
[Wait.] The god's voice suddenly rose dangerously, [Why did this human cub bite your finger?]
"...That was my neighbor's kid when I was three!"
More tentacles rushed over frantically and began to comprehensively scan Ma Tuan's entire life memory.
Ma Tuan realized in despair that this petty god was probably going to settle accounts with him one by one for all the physical contact he had had with him over the past twenty years.
"Sesame balls!" he cried, in a rage. "If you keep doing this I won't take you to Blore!"
These words were like some kind of magical spell. The tentacles reluctantly stopped searching, but still stubbornly maintained their coiled posture.
In the end, the god just snorted in frustration, which was considered a compromise.
But Ma Tuan clearly sensed that those tentacles were quietly splitting into thinner branches, as if they wanted to leave a mark on every corner of his consciousness.
The possessiveness of this ancient being obviously would not subside easily due to a few protests.
But... I don't know what Nansong and Baidi Broll are doing now?
Ma Tuan's thoughts drifted away, and he suddenly chuckled as if he remembered something.
[What are you thinking about?] The deity's tentacles lazily wrapped around his consciousness, and there was a strange meaning in his tone.
But Ma Tuan didn't say anything.
Memories suddenly flooded back, and more scenes emerged - it turned out that their fate was even deeper than they had imagined.
Nancai is not simply a transformation of jellyfish tentacles.
When Atasha's soul was scattered while protecting the Dilin barrier, it was Ma Tuan who captured her last remnant soul in the interval between reincarnations.
Just as the little jellyfish that longed for land was about to transform, he merged Atasha's soul with the jellyfish's spirit and reshaped a human body for her.
"No wonder she always says she hates the rain..." Ma Tuan muttered to herself. Atasha had fallen beneath the stars and a torrential rain, a habit etched in her bones even after her reincarnation.
The deity's tentacles suddenly tightened in dissatisfaction: [You've put a lot of thought into her.]
Ma Tuan helplessly patted the tentacles wrapped around his waist: "Stop it, don't you think it's funny? The four of us -"
"A fragment of divinity, a jellyfish spirit, a forest ranger, and a blade of grass?"
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