By associating with Nezha, I became the darling of the Chinese gods.

Chapter 29 I Tie Nezha's Hair

Good heavens, Nezha himself has come out!
Wen Miao was startled and quickly got out of bed, standing up to worship the gods.

"Tsk, what are you praying for? Just sit still."

Nezha frowned, jumped down from the offering table, and said in an unfriendly tone:
"Wen Miao, why do you bow down the moment you see me?"

Wen Miao looked completely bewildered and blurted out, "If you won't let me worship, do you mean I have to kneel?"

Nezha's brows furrowed even more, and he turned his head away in exasperation.

Looking at Nezha's messy hair, Wenmiao blurted out, almost as if possessed:
"How about I comb your hair?"

It's all messy and not pretty at all.

Upon hearing this, Nezha's back twitched almost imperceptibly.

Combing your hair?

It seems... it's been a long time since anyone combed his hair.

I still remember when he followed Jiang Ziya to fight against King Zhou.

As the vanguard officer in the campaign against King Zhou, carrying the banner of the Zhou camp, he had to pay attention to his attire.

Every morning before practicing, I have to get up and tie my hair up first.

But those lotus buds were really hard to tie, and he had to tie two on the left and right sides. Every time, he tied one side higher and the other lower, which was indescribably funny.

For this, Yang Jian and the others mocked him several times.

How hateful!

Nezha snorted heavily, his face stern, and said in a deliberately fierce tone:

"Fine, you do it. If you don't do it well, I won't let you off the hook!"

Wen Miao: "..."

Wait, there's a punishment too?!

Why didn't you say so sooner!

Is it too late to regret now?
Seeing Nezha sitting cross-legged on the offering table with his chin held high, it was clear that it was too late.

Wen Miao swallowed nervously, solemnly went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and then pinched a strand of Nezha's hair.

The moment Wen Miao touched the black hair, she was stunned.

I thought that someone like Nezha, a rebellious and stubborn character who would fight anyone who disagreed, would have very stiff hair.

But to my surprise, Nezha's hair was so soft and smelled wonderful.

It's a scent that shampoo can never replicate.

It is penetrating to the bone, pure and cold, yet it also contains a hidden murderous aura.

The lotus flower endows Nezha with the natural beauty of Chinese aesthetics.

Especially when paired with Nezha's androgynous face, it's simply breathtakingly beautiful.

Wen Miaoqing couldn't help but hold her breath, afraid of offending anyone and daring not to smell any more.

She took out a brand new wooden comb from her spatial button and began combing Nezha's hair from the top.

One, two, three...

Left, right, middle...

Nezha's hair looks messy, but it is actually very smooth. It can be combed to the end without a single knot.

Before long, Nezha's black hair was neatly draped behind him, intertwined with the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) wrapped around his waist and arms.

Vibrant red and chilling black.

These two extreme contrasts, when applied to Nezha, make him seem like a spirited young man who has stepped out of a richly colored painting.

The smooth black hair softened the boy's sharp features, adding a touch of stunning beauty.

The lotus pattern between Nezha's eyebrows was faintly visible under the wisps of hair on his forehead, making him breathtakingly beautiful.

Looking at Nezha with his eyes closed and a relaxed expression, Wen Miao suddenly felt like she was grooming a proud and aloof cat...

My apologies! How could she think such a thing!
This is the great god Nezha!

Wen Miao looked away guiltily and asked, "Should I... should I still style them into two lotus buds?"

Wen Miao remembers that when she first met Nezha, he had two plump lotus buds in his hair.

Don't tell me, it's quite cute.

Wait, it seems she's misunderstood again!

How can someone as dignified as the Great God of the Three Altars, the Marshal of the Central Altar, and the Number One Killing God of Heaven be described as cute?!
Wen Miao quickly stopped herself, not daring to think any further.

Nezha on the offering table pouted.

What other hairstyles can I create besides this?
Double buns? That seems even more difficult than lotus buds; Wen Miao definitely wouldn't be able to do that.

Never mind, I'll just go with the lotus bud.

Nezha nodded.

Wen Miao took a deep breath, lifted a lock of Nezha's hair on the left side, awkwardly tied it into a small bun, and then gathered it into a flower bud shape.

Then secure it with a red silk ribbon.

The right side follows the same pattern.

Wen Miao became more and more adept at combing hair, and her speed in tying it up increased.

Nezha felt his hair being slightly tugged, and his face tensed up.

The girl's soft fingertips lightly brushed against his scalp.

The pressure was very light, it didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy.

But... it seems like it's not just itchy.

An indescribable feeling washed over me, a tingling, numb sensation that was more unbearable than pain.

How could this be so strange!
Nezha frowned and turned his head away uncomfortably.

Just as Nezha was about to ask Wenmiao to loosen his hair, he heard Wenmiao let out a long sigh of relief:
"All done, Nezha God."

After saying that, the girl's warm fingers left his hair, and she moved far away from him, as if deliberately widening the distance between them.

Nezha felt even more uncomfortable.

It's even more uncomfortable than before.

He jumped off the altar and casually glanced at his hairstyle in front of the mirror.

The two flower buds are the same size and are quite symmetrical, one on the left and one on the right.

Two red ribbons, each holding a flower bud, hung down behind his head, their ends fluttering in the wind, perfectly complementing the Hun Tian Ling (a type of silk ribbon) draped around Nezha's waist and arms.

Tsk, she combs her hair better than him.

Nezha tugged at the two strands of black hair that fell beside his temples, and then touched the two cute little flower buds on his head.

No, it's obviously horribly ugly.

Despite thinking this, Nezha did not tear off the flower bud on his head.

Nezha lowered his hand, turned his head, glanced at Wenmiao, and said in a fierce tone:
"Why are you standing so far away? Do you think I'm that scary?"

As he spoke, he plopped down on Wen Miao's bed, arms crossed, "Didn't you say you were going to choose offerings for me? Come over here."

Wen Miao blinked, looking completely bewildered.

Wait, why did Nezha suddenly get all worked up?!
Did she do something to offend him?

Despite her doubts, Wen Miao still walked over to Nezha with the quantum computer in her arms.

However, she did not sit down.

Wen Miao shoved the interstellar mall interface in front of Nezha's eyes and asked with a smile:

"Great God Nezha, just add whatever you want to your cart! I'm so grateful for your help with this exam and mission."

Nezha's expression softened considerably. He suppressed the urge to smile and gave a soft hum.
"I don't care about your offerings, just some peaches and sweet pastries will do."

Wen Miao gave an 'OK' sign and, without saying a word, ordered 10 jin of large peaches and a bunch of cakes and desserts for Nezha.

Incidentally, Wenmiao also bought Nezha some holographic game pods, along with a bunch of novel toys and snacks.

Just then, Wen Miao suddenly asked:

"Great God Nezha, what do you think the Great Sage will like? Is it peaches again? Then I'll buy some more peaches, and I'll trouble you with that later..."

Nezha lied without batting an eye: "Don't buy it, that monkey hates peaches the most."

is it?

Wen Miao looked at Nezha with a mixture of belief and doubt.

In my memory, the Monkey King should really like eating peaches, right?

"and many more!"

Nezha had a sudden inspiration, as if he had thought of something, and squinted at Wen Miao:

"Wen Miao, you wouldn't be asking me to deliver something to that monkey for you, would you?"

Wen Miao did not deny it, but instead put her hands together and made a wish:

"Please, please! I beg the Third Prince to grant my wish."

Nezha: "..."

(End of this chapter)