The dancing light shuttled through the treetops, the birds jumping on the branches chirped and tilted their heads, the palace intertwined between the green shade and the yellow sand was vast, and even the sunlight was clearly visible in the warm air.

This was the umpteenth time that the boy dropped the paint and crossed his hands under his chin.

"It shouldn't be like this... It can never be perfect..."

He frowned slightly in annoyance, and silently uttered a word. His disobedient hands trembled and smeared the paint again, "..."

He suddenly stood up and stared at the canvas quietly, staring at the mysterious and confusing painting. The resentment in the boy's body seemed to be about to overflow.

The two gods hiding behind the wall looked at each other, and both of them showed an expression of not daring to speak on their pretty faces.

"Hey, Buyer..." One of the beautiful girls showed her dimples, and her veil half covered her soft cherry-colored lips. She pretended to be cautious in lowering her voice, and her voice was as sweet as nectar. "Tell me, is the lord in a bad mood?"

The silver-haired girl pursed her lips and chuckled at the boy's back as he continued to paint. She also lowered her voice, blinked her green eyes like grass and water, and spoke quietly, "Let's be quiet, he's in a bad mood."

"What are you peeking at?" But at this moment, a white-haired young man walked out from behind, holding a tray of paint in his hand, and walked into the studio on his own, with the flowing cloak behind him drawing a cool arc.

He was quickly grabbed by the two girls.

"Amon, don't go in yet. The master is in a state of great emotional ups and downs at the moment, so let's not disturb him."

"You went looking for paint again? I think there's no need to support him in starting a business like this. He can't paint well, so why don't we three do it?"

Turning to face the two girls' advice, the young man's heroic face showed a thoughtful expression, his spirit was clear and his bones were handsome, with edges and corners and elegance, and his skin was slightly brown and dark, which is unique to desert people: "But he saw us. If we don't send the paint, I'm afraid he will come out to look for us."

"Then go in by yourself and don't take us two with you, please~" The blonde veiled girl smiled at him. When she leaned on his arm, her burgundy eyes were like the embellishment of an elf under the moon, with ripples flowing faintly, more like sparkling gems.

The young man lowered his head slightly and looked at her with a softer look in his eyes. He nodded and said in a relaxed tone, "Yes, I will."

The Great Compassion Tree King at the side skillfully showed his half-moon eyes: "This is not appropriate, you two."

"More than just seeing it." But at this moment, a clear and ambiguous voice was heard in the room.

Slowly putting down the paintbrush that was too delicate for him, the young man who was bored in front of the canvas glanced to the side, revealing his noble and lonely golden pupils, and his tone became more and more quiet, "I heard it, the three of you."

The three gods at the door fell silent at the same time.

·

This is Sumeru at the end of the war between demons and gods.

The neighboring country of Liyue is still in the final stages of war, and although there are many demons in the vast land of Xumi, they have all been dealt with by the extremely powerful young demon.

The three gods you see now are the last three surviving demon gods of Xumi.

He is also a member of the rare Three Gods Alliance. If he is called by the worldly names, they are nothing more than these famous titles - Red King, Flower God, and Great Kindness Tree King.

Of course, the ambiguous relationship between the Red King Amon and the Flower Goddess Nabu Marikata also caused the only single King of the Great Mercy Tree, Buyer, to often show his half-moon eyes.

Fortunately, a new leader suddenly emerged in the Three Gods Alliance, whose relationship is now temporarily stable.

He was not one of the three gods, but was truly an excellent senior god who came from the sky. Here, they all respectfully called him "Sir".

It’s just that this adult seems to have encountered some big problems recently.

My mood became increasingly depressed and my emotions became unstable.

He...

Drawing.

There is nothing wrong with gods painting. After all, an omniscient and omnipotent god, even if he does not have extraordinary painting skills that can make people intoxicated and yearn for him, should still... paint paintings that people can understand.

He...

Not to mention.

"Put the paint here. Don't make any noise. Learning to be quiet is one of the required lessons for gods."

With a body as straight as a bamboo, the young man mixed the paints again in a standard posture and spread out a new piece of drawing paper. At the moment when he was concentrating on putting pen to paper - the flower god among the three gods sitting in a row in front of him propped up his chin and whispered lazily.

"Your Excellency can't draw that. Your painting skills are so different from ordinary people that people can't appreciate them."

The boy finally lost at the first stroke. With a flick of the brush, the lines flew.

"..."

Lord Flower God sensed the murderous aura!

After a few seconds of silence, the boy withdrew his gaze and whispered slowly, moving his slender wrist: "Ideas, technology, strength, I have them all..."

"But you can't paint your own portrait well." The Red King sat upright and added frankly.

"Look, this is his evaluation." The flower god smiled harmlessly.

"Ha..." The Great Compassion Tree King laughed half-heartedly, but managed to hold it back for the sake of the other party's face.

"..." The young man with golden eyes finally held his forehead and sighed.

Smiling slightly, the Flower God said gently: "Why don't we help you?"

"You have shown us the way and planned the overall situation for us. And now, you have encountered difficulties. With the help of the three of us, you will definitely achieve your vision." The Great Compassionate Tree King gave him a serious look.

They saw the young man half-supporting his chin, his fingertips delicately groping the smooth pen shaft, even his posture of thinking was elegant and quiet.

"Your brother is waiting for you, don't give up."

The Chi Wang's advice was calm and firm. He finally sighed and stood up gracefully: "The creation of the body is not an ordinary technique, and the dispersion of the soul also verifies the purity of character. Once you get involved, there is no way back."

The responses of the three gods were naturally impeccable.

At least at that time, when they were in their prime, the young gods still had unshakable faith in their hearts, like the bright silver moon in the night sky.

Different from the deaths, breakups, and grief in later generations.

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Therefore, the young man in this world must eventually return to Xumi, the dreamland like the stars and the moon...

To take care of their funeral affairs.

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