Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

The God of War was fiddling with a small, transparent object in the palace, which was covered with a silver sheet on the top and bottom. The God of Literature walked in with a swagger. After hundreds of years, the relationship between him and the God of War could be described as close.

He searched everywhere and ate two plates of flower cakes on the table of the God of War. "Yeyue, do you have any more of this? Give me some more."

The God of War said, "You think I'm the kitchen, how can I have so many flower cakes for you to eat? There are only two pieces, and you ate them."

Wenshen laughed and walked over to sit next to Wushen. "Then, I'll spit it out."

The God of War moved aside a little, "No," and then the God of Literature noticed something on the jade table of the God of War.

"What is this? Let me see."

As he reached out to take it, the God of War held his hand down.

"I haven't finished yet, don't touch it," Tattooed man retracted his hand obediently, turned his head and said angrily, "If you don't want to touch it, then don't touch it."

He looked like a child who was angry with an adult. The God of War had no choice but to turn around and comfort him.

"If this unfinished artifact is endowed with spiritual power, wouldn't it be a waste of your spiritual power, Master Wenshen?"

Wen Shen immediately turned around and smiled, not looking angry at all, "Yes, I am that powerful."

The God of War smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes."

"But what are you making?"

The God of War said, "A divine weapon that can predict the future." The God of Literature said happily,

"Then I will also make one, a magical artifact to preserve the past."

As he spoke, he casually took a mirror with a silver-blue frame from the God of War's desk.

"That's it," Ye Fengci noticed that the God of War's eyes seemed to be full of fondness. This look was so gentle.

"You really are," the God of War was so angry that he laughed.

Wenshen took out a handful of agate jewels and put them behind the mirror in a mess.

The God of War couldn't bear to watch, "Are you the God of Literature? Can your taste be better?"

The back of this originally smooth mirror became uneven after being embedded with various things. Wen Shen showed his half-finished treasure.

"Agate jewelry is so noble and beautiful. It is obvious that it is used by gods of high status."

The God of War didn't want to look at it any more, not for any other reason, but because,

"Yeyue, what I did doesn't look good? Why don't you look at it?"

It's not that he didn't want to appreciate Wen Shen's high taste, but he was afraid that if he looked at it for one more second, he would be tempted to take off the jewels and agates.

I really couldn't stand it for a second, but I still said perfunctorily, "No."

"Isn't it? Why don't you look at Yeyue? Look, look," Wenshen pushed the mirror towards Wushen. Wushen closed his eyes and dodged, hiding behind the door.

"I don't want to see it, I don't want to see it,"

Wenshen chased after him and said, "Look, this thing won't eat people."

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful, keep going, keep going," the God of War said as he stepped aside, and the God of Literature followed closely behind.

"I say one thing and mean another, I say one thing and mean another. Today I will show you my masterpiece."

The martial power of the God of Literature is much lower than that of the God of War, and his flexibility is also a little less. In order to completely catch the God of War, the God of Literature pounced with a move of a hungry tiger, and the God of War froze.

He murmured, "What is this?"

Isn't this a move that means dying together with the enemy on the battlefield? In the moment he was stunned, he was thrown onto the couch, and Wen Shen was clinging to him like a child.

"Yeyue, look," Wushen's eyes widened, "get down here."

"No," Wen Shen held him tightly and refused to let go. Wu Shen nodded.

"Okay, wait for me," he grabbed Wen Shen's arm and attacked him.

Ye Fengci stared blankly, "Master, it turns out that gods can also play like this."

Xie Jingshu poked his forehead, but it happened to hit his temple. Ye Fengci screamed in pain, which scared Xie Jingshu.

"What's your name?" Ye Fengci rubbed his temple and looked up at Xie Jingshu stupidly.

"Master, I'm just trying to scare you, hahaha," Xie Jingshu turned his head away.

"Childish," I wonder if it was because of the interesting past of the gods.

He seemed very happy in his heart. Ye Fengci suddenly thought of the time since he took the ice dew from the ice bead grass.

Xie Jingshu's attitude towards him had obviously changed a lot. Although he would sometimes criticize him, he mostly went along with his wishes, even the matter of touching the dragon's tail.

Xie Jingshu had agreed, so, did his master forgive him for the bad things he had done? Thinking of this, Ye Fengci's mouth curled up to his ears, and he took Xie Jingshu's hand and interlocked their fingers.

"You," Xie Jingshu wanted to say something but didn't say it. He didn't even return the favor of saving his life. It was no big deal. He repeated it silently several times like chanting a sutra, and never pulled his hand away from beginning to end.

The two of them were holding hands until they were sweaty. Xie Jingshu couldn't help it. He didn't like this kind of heat. Unexpectedly, Ye Fengci took the initiative to let go of his hand, blew on his hand, and smiled.

"Master, are you hot?"

Perhaps because he was afraid that Xie Jingshu would dislike him, Ye Fengci used his sleeve to fan Xie Jingshu. Xie Jingshu was in a dilemma whether to pull his hand out or not.

He simply let Ye Fengci fiddle with his hand while he continued to watch the past.

After a few words, the God of Literature and the God of War started fighting on the spot. The God of Literature struggled to free one hand and pointed at the nose of the God of War, "You are bullying the younger generation."

"He's only a hundred years younger than me, so he's not your junior." The God of War grabbed the hands of the God of Literature again, untied the hairband on his head, and tied his hands.

Without the restraint of the headband, her black hair fell down. "Yeyue, you are so mean. I just wanted you to look in the mirror, but you treated me like this."

The God of Literature used his bound hands to hit the God of War. The God of War smiled faintly, his brows as gentle as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. His hands moved in the opposite direction, and he directly wrapped the ribbon around the pillar.

"Hey, hey, you are being so rude, let me go, let me go, why are you tying me up!!"

"Nothing, I just don't want you to make ugly things anymore," the God of War jumped down, sat down at the table and continued to fiddle with the two silver pieces. No matter how the God of Literature kicked him, it was useless. After being tired for a long time, he fell asleep directly on the God of War's couch.

The God of War looked back, shook his head and smiled. There were many scenes like this.

I took two steps casually, and it was as if I had fallen into another time and space, where wars were raging and demons were everywhere.

"Today, I will destroy you both physically and spiritually." The devil's almost crazy attack caused countless casualties to the surrounding heavenly soldiers and generals. The God of War still rushed to the front. The devil waved his hand, and several demonic auras trapped the God of War.

Brought it into the hands of the demon god, the overwhelming demonic energy made the war god who had been fighting for a long time unable to resist.

The demon god firmly grasped the god of war. Every move of the god of war seemed to be useless. A sharp blade appeared in the demon god's hand. The two of them moved closer.

"Demon-Subduing Heavenly Sword," Ye Fengci seemed to be frozen, looking at the sword in the demon's hand...