Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

On the steps of the Asylum of the Gods, Ajur swung his legs in boredom.

Holding a lollipop in his hand, his eyes would occasionally drift towards Lin Qiye who was sleeping soundly in the rocking chair.

"This guy is sleeping like a dead pig. When will he wake up?"

Li Zekai came over, holding an identical lollipop in his hand.

"Who knows? Maybe he's eating delicacies in his dreams, while we're just staring blankly here."

As he spoke, he touched Azhuer's arm with a wink and said, "Do you think he will wake up hungry?"

Ah Zhuer rolled her eyes at him and said, "You are stupid. This is a god-slayer. What does a few days of fasting mean?"

"Maybe he's practicing and leveling up in his dream!"

As she said this, she pretended to kick Li Zekai.

Li Zekai dodged swiftly and said with a playful smile, "Oh, are you angry out of shame? I was just joking!"

The two were playing around when Hong Xiaoyan came over with a serious look on her face: "What are you two doing? Mind your image! This is a mental hospital, not an amusement park!"

Azhuer and Li Zekai immediately wilted like eggplants hit by frost and sat down obediently.

The three of them continued to stare at Lin Qiye, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

Suddenly, Mei Xiaolin appeared in the yard.

She walked straight towards Lin Qiye, her tone unquestionable: "Ni Yaqi, let him wake up."

Ni Yaqi appeared beside Lin Qiye at some point. She shook her head gently, "It's not the time yet."

Mei Xiaolin frowned: "No, I must wake him up now!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Magical elements surged around Mei Xiaolin, colorful lights flashed, and powerful divine power swept over like an overwhelming force.

Ni Yaqi was not to be outdone. Black silk threads danced around her like living things, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.

The two divine powers collided, making loud roars, and the entire yard began to tremble slightly.

The three caregivers stared at the scene in amazement. Ah Zhuer murmured, "My goodness, this is like a fight between gods..."

Li Zekai swallowed his saliva, "Who do you think will win?"

Hong Xiaoyan looked solemn and said nothing, just staring closely at the two goddesses confronting each other in the field.

At this moment, Lin Qiye, who had been sleeping all this time, had his eyelids twitching slightly...

The colorful light became brighter and brighter, and Mei Xiaolin's magical power seemed endless, gradually suppressing Ni Yaqi's black silk thread.

Ni Yaqi looked solemn, and the black silk threads danced wildly, like giant black pythons, trying to devour the magical power released by Mei Xiaolin.

The collision of the two divine powers made the entire yard like a huge balloon that seemed like it would explode at any time.

The fierce wind blew the three caregivers to the ground. Azhuer grabbed Li Zekai's arm tightly and managed to stand steady.

She kept muttering, "My false eyelashes! My hairstyle!"

Li Zekai was not much better, his hair was blown into a mess, like a chicken coop,

But he still didn't forget to tease: "Ajuer, your hairstyle is quite unique, cyberpunk style!"

Hong Xiaoyan had a serious expression on her face and was trying hard to control her body to prevent herself from being blown away by the wind.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the yard, like a bolt from the blue, deafening.

Immediately afterwards, the pressure from the two gods disappeared in an instant, and everything returned to calm.

The three caregivers stood there in a daze, staring at each other.

At this moment, Lin Qiye, who had been sleeping, moved his fingers slightly and his eyelids began to tremble, as if he was about to wake up.

Upon seeing this, Ni Yaqi immediately put away the black silk thread and quickly walked to Lin Qiye.

"Mei Xiaolin! Did you do this on purpose?!"

Ni Yaqi turned around and glared at Mei Xiaolin, with a hint of questioning in her tone.

Mei Xiaolin smiled awkwardly: "Oops, it was a mistake. I used too much force. Sorry."

Ni Yaqi glared at her unhappily, then turned to look at Lin Qiye.

He asked gently, "Qiye, how do you feel?"

I have followed the events as requested, keeping the language vivid and descriptive, with a touch of humor.

If you'd like me to expand on any part of the scene, please let me know! . . .