Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

Even when cleaning up the battlefield, the God of Literature followed the God of War. The God of War still did not speak, but lowered his head to pick up the weapons left on the battlefield and put them into his Qiankun bag.

As if on purpose, Wenshen reached out to pick up the weapon and his fingertips touched those of Wushen. Wushen simply raised his head, allowing the two to see each other's faces.

The God of War has a pair of cold phoenix eyes, a nose as sharp as a knife, and a face as white as ice and snow; the God of Literature has round and bright eyes with a smile, like the scorching sun in midsummer, with fire in his enthusiasm.

Wenshen spoke up, "Lord Yeyue, what I saw today really opened my eyes."

The God of War stopped moving his hands and asked, "Who are you?"

“Pfft, hahahaha——”

Ye Fengci laughed, "He is so cold, he doesn't even know him."

Xie Jingshu said, "What if they really don't recognize you?" There are so many gods in the divine world, it is very troublesome to recognize them one by one. Moreover, different priests have different tasks, and some can only meet once every few hundred years. They may not recognize each other when they met last time.

Ye Fengci nodded, "Yes, Master is right." Wen Shen also took a Qiankun bag and kept stuffing things into it.

"I am just an ordinary civil servant. I am not important, not important."

The God of War said nothing, lowered his head and continued to pick up the weapon, the Magic Blade. Ye Fengci was amazed.

"The God Realm still likes to collect junk. What have these weapons been used for? And shouldn't the character of the God of War be the opposite of that of the God of Literature? The God of Literature should be like the God of War, who doesn't like to talk to people."

He chattered on and on for a long time until he packed up his weapons and returned to the God Realm. But after returning to the God Realm, the God of Literature kept following the God of War.

In the Yaochi Palace, wherever the God of War was, the God of Literature was also there. The God of War could not help but said with disdain, "Why are you following me all the time? Don't you have anything to do?"

When the God of Literature sat in the lotus pond of Yaochi, the God of War's appreciation of the lotus turned into appreciation of the God of Literature.

"Who said I followed you? In this vast divine world, you can leave, but I can't. We are colleagues, colleagues."

The God of War said nothing, and turned away. He preferred to be alone in one place. Just as he turned around, he heard the voice of the God of War from behind.

"Yeyue, don't leave, don't you want to see the flowers?"

"What did you call me?"

The Martial God's expression changed, but the Literary God didn't care at all.

"Aren't you Lord Yeyue? Is there anything wrong with calling you Yeyue?"

"Whatever you want," the God of War disappeared in a flash. The God of Literature could no longer sit still, and soon he was next to the God of War. It was the God of War's palace. He did not wait for anyone to greet him.

He walked in and lay down on the jade chair of the God of War. "Who allowed you to come here? Get out of here."

"Come on, Yeyue, I'm just here to play, why are you so fierce?" The God of War threw a sword over, "Get out, there's no place for you here," Ye Fengci smiled,

"Master, don't you think that the tone of this Martial God's speech is a bit like yours, especially when it comes to who allowed you to do something, it's too similar."

"Why would the artifact take us to see this past?" Ye Fengci asked.

"I'll ask the beast when we get out later."

Xie Jingshu said,

"You said you would smash the Rebirth Mirror, but now you know how to ask others?"

The God of Literature did not regard this place as someone else's at all. He looked there and touched here. The God of War threw something like a bamboo stick over there.

"Get out of here, or I'll throw you out,"

"Yeyue, don't be so angry. I'm just bored. I want to walk around. How about you go have a drink with me? Hey——"

Before the God of Literature could finish his words, the God of War threw him out and cast a barrier on the door to prevent the God of Literature from coming in again.

It was a peaceful rest time. Wenshen was not discouraged at all. He waited at the gate of Wushen early the next morning.

As soon as the God of War came out, he saw the flattering smile on the face of the God of Literature, "What are you still doing here? I was too gentle!"

"No, it's so boring to be here alone, let's go have a drink and chat," the drunken martial god almost gave the literary god a leg,

"Go away." After more than half a month, the God of Literature followed the God of War all the time. Wherever the God of War went, the God of Literature followed. The God of War's temper was even smoothed over.

"You civil servants are really idle," the God of War said word by word, and the God of Literature did not deny it.

"Roughly the same,"

On this day, the God of Heaven assigned the God of War another mission, to go to a town in the mortal world to expel the plague. The God of Literature had nothing to do, so he followed the God of War down to the mortal world.

The God of War flew very fast, and it seemed that he didn't want to wait for the God of Literature, but he still didn't leave the God of Literature behind.

When we got there, we found that the situation was much more serious. Plague was spreading everywhere, ghosts were rampant, and they were circling around people. The God of War was wearing a cuff.

He was ready to take out the magic weapon to collect the ghosts around him, but he couldn't find them after searching for a long time. Ye Fengci laughed and said, "The God of War is quite careless."

Xie Jingshu said, "It is indeed quite careless."

When the Dragon God went to the battlefield, he forgot to bring his magic weapon several times. People generally believed that having the magic weapon was enough, so he often forgot about it.

But the current situation cannot be solved by magic weapons alone. If we kill them one by one, it will definitely take more time.

The God of Literature asked, "You didn't forget to bring your magic weapon, did you?" The God of War's face turned red and white, and he didn't say anything, which was considered as a tacit agreement. The mission given by the Heavenly Dao,

There will be some penalties if you fail to complete it, and these penalties will be divided according to the severity of the current situation.

The God of War stood there for a long time, holding the sword in his hand and trying to chop at the ghosts, but the God of Literature quickly stopped him.

"Wait a minute, do you think this will work? How long will it take to kill?"

The God of War took a kerosene lamp from the God of Literature. There was a transparent ice crystal on the top. The God of War took it and took a look.

"Thank you very much," Ye Fengci said, "This is too insincere. Just say two words."

With Wenshen's magic weapon, all the demons were taken away. A green light appeared in his hand, and green things like stars were floating around the light.

"Master, what is this?" "It is a source of life, and can eliminate plague."

After a while of sprinkling, those who were coughing and holding their chests felt much better.

The God of War flew away, and the God of Literature hurriedly followed, "Yeyue, wait for me, wait for me," The God of War really slowed down.

"I will return the magic weapon to you after I have imprisoned the ghost inside."

Wen Shen obviously didn't care about this. "I'm not asking you for this. I just want you to fly slower."

After hearing what he said, Wu Shen simply landed on the ground and said, "Let's go."

"Okay, let's go," Wen Shen was very happy and could chat while walking. Wu Shen had no expression.

"Don't you have anything to do every day? Why are you following me?"

After hearing what he said, the God of Literature sat down on a rock and said, "To be honest, when I came up here, I wanted to be a God of Literature. But after seeing you on the battlefield, I wanted to be a God of War. Why don't I ask the Heavenly Dao to let me be a God of War?"

Wu Shen asked, "What kind of joke are you talking about?"

"Really, Yeyue, you don't know how majestic you looked when you killed those monsters that day."

Apparently, this time the borrowing of the magic weapon made the relationship between the two less strained. The God of Literature would go to the God of War's palace from time to time to make trouble, and the God of War would turn a blind eye.

Gradually they became friends and their relationship became better and better, from being strangers to close friends who could talk about anything and even drink a pot of wine together.

Xie Jingshu looked at it for a long time, and suddenly had an idea that even he himself thought was absurd.

The artifact will preserve the owner's memory. Even if the owner's life ends, it will find the owner and recognize him again. Could this be their predecessor?