After Tianmiao transported to the small world, the Creator God, who had been smiling gently, suddenly changed his expression in the next moment. He roared loudly, "Winter Melon, are you courting death? You actually called me Watermelon in front of your daughter? And then she came over and called me Uncle Watermelon? She used to call me the handsome Uncle Astor! You damn Winter Melon!"
The little angels tidying up the tea set saw their Father God in such a flustered state, but they were so used to it that they calmly finished cleaning and left, thoughtfully closing the door to prevent other employees reporting for work from seeing their Father God’s other side.
After a while, the voice of the Heavenly Dao rang out: "You shut your mouth. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting. I won’t argue with you this time, but if something like that happens again, I’ll definitely come to your bureau and deal with it."
"Well, well, I didn’t want things to end up like that either, I didn’t expect it to go that way..." The Creator God, who was just as energetic as if he’d had adrenaline, instantly deflated and said weakly.
"Alright, I won’t say much either. We’ve been friends for many years, so I can’t completely blame you. But this time you’d better watch out. If my Miao’er loses even a strand of hair, I’ll strip all your fur off. Anyway, you guys have a lot of fur, so it won’t be a loss." Having said that, the Heavenly Dao directly cut off the connection.
No one could imagine that the two juggernauts of the East and West were so undignified in private, and their conversation was so unbecoming. In the eyes of their employees, they were supreme beings, powerful, majestic, and insurmountable.
Who could have thought they’d be such a mess in private?
The Creator God sighed, sat back down at his desk. Taking a deep breath, he prepared to face the impending storm. His good-for-nothing son should be sprinting back soon, right?
Because, Tianmiao had come...
Had appeared again.
...
When Tianmiao arrived in this small world, the first thing she felt was a surge of resentment!
This world had already completely deviated from its course, was unrecognizable, and was on the verge of collapse.
And the spot where Tianmiao landed was behind a man dressed in a white robe. Judging by his flamboyant appearance, Tianmiao knew this person was an employee of their Western Management Bureau.
"Ah, it’s off again, let’s start over." The man’s cool voice rang out, with no emotion in his tone. He raised his hand, about to destroy and reset this world.
At that moment, Tianmiao stepped forward and kicked the man over.
"With your level of competence, you can actually work for the Western Management Bureau? Someone like you wouldn’t even get to lick the doorway over at our Eastern." Tianmiao harshly scolded him.
Tianmiao didn’t notice that after the man was kicked over, he originally wanted to fight back, but upon hearing Tianmiao’s voice, his whole body froze.
Tianmiao looked down at the man, then saw him slowly, slowly turn around and, the next moment, was met with a pair of different-colored eyes. One of the man’s eyes was gold, the other green. He was quite good-looking, but what a pity he was an idiot. Tianmiao lamented in her heart.
The man stared blankly at Tianmiao, his gaze growing increasingly intense, as if it could melt everything.
Tianmiao hesitated, no way, she didn’t use much force, did she hit him stupid? No, he was an idiot to begin with, right?
The next moment, the man disappeared before her.
Huh? Tianmiao blinked, did he run? Just ran away like that? Is he going back to Uncle Watermelon to complain?