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âKnock it off, howâs that possible?â Gu Mengmeng chuckled while waving her hands, thinking to herself, âIâm a thorough atheist. I hadnât even seen the so-called Beast Deity before.â
But staring at Elvisâs serious eyes, Gu Mengmeng faintly started to feel uneasy. Then, she tried to test the waters as she asked, âWhat characteristics do I have that all of you think that Iâm the messenger of the Beast Deity?â
Elvis answered, âYour beauty is enough to prove everything.â
Gu Mengmeng sniggered as she burst out in laughter and asked, âWhat? Your Beast Deity is from the Physical Appearance Association? Those that are good-looking are all his messengers?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Elvis did not laugh as he replied to her seriously, âIn the Beast World, thereâs no female whoâs as beautiful as you. Throughout history, besides you, the only person who has the same beauty is the previous messenger of the Beast Deity.â
Gu Mengmeng twitched her mouth and say, âDidnât you say that she has already died for more than a thousand years? How do you know what she looks like? Donât tell me youâve seen her before? Are you actually a Montenegro witch? Ha ha ha...â
Elvis sighed, this was clearly a very solemn question but why did it become this humorous when it came to Gu Mengmeng? Even he had the intention to laugh along as well. This showed that the up-tightness of his and Leaâs lives previously were so boring.
Gu Mengmeng wrapped her arms around Elvisâs neck and said to him as if they were good brothers, âThink about it, if good-looking people are messengers of the Beast Deity, I find my Sandy very beautiful too, why donât all of you say that sheâs the messenger of the Beast Deity?â
Elvis retorted, âSheâs not beautiful, youâre beautiful.â
Gu Mengmeng said, âHiss... since you said it like this, Iâm actually a little happy. But, beautiful or not is very subjective. I find Sandy beautiful but you donât think of it that way. Similarly, you find that Iâm beautiful but some others may think that Iâm ugly, right?â
Elvis shook his head and said, âNo one will think like that.â
Gu Mengmeng chuckled till her shoulders shook and she said, âI didnât expect that your boot-licking could be done with a straight face. Respect for you, respect.â
Elvis was helpless and he could only try to persuade Gu Mengmeng from another perspective. Thus, he said, âActually messengers of the Beast Deity know a lot of things we donât know. For instance, you taught everyone how to store food, and another example... fire.â
Gu Mengmeng shook her head and said, âYou know that I came from a mysterious background. You might not even understand if I explain it to you. To put it simply, the things I taught everyone is called general knowledge over at our side. You can pull anyone off the streets and they would know how to accomplish all the things Iâve taught. This can be understood as you knowing how to evolve. Itâs a trivial and common ability in Saint Nazaire because every male knows how to evolve. But at our side, that is extremely unbelievable. You can walk around the streets twice and star-makers will pull you away to become a star because youâre good-looking. And if they know that you can evolve... hmm, that may not be a good thing. They might treat you as a monster and seize you to do various cruel scientific research. Yeah, letâs just forget it, staying in Saint Nazaire is safer.â
Elvis was helpless, his eloquence could not defeat Gu Mengmeng.
Elvis threw the leftover firewood that he held in his hands for a long time into the fire and looked at the carefree and unconstrained Gu Mengmeng sideways. Eventually, he let go of the weight on his shoulders and laughed along with her radiant and enchanting eyes.
âHuh?! Itâs snowing!â Gu Mengmeng stretched out to catch the snowflakes that entered the cave, excited like a kid.