Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Gu Mengmeng ignored Lea. He had been sneaking up the bed every night like a Samoyed. While Gu Mengmeng tried every single way to reject and defend, he would still be in her bed no matter what type of defense she put up.
Being used to something was an extremely scary thing.
Because Gu Mengmeng would no longer be surprised by Lea appearing on her bed.
Straight up ignoring this guy, Gu Mengmeng jumped down from her bed and walked to Elvis’s side. Looking at Cole and then Elvis, she asked softly, “Hubby, what’s the matter?”
“Great Messenger, good morning.” Cole bowed at Gu Mengmeng respectfully and said, “Today is the Beast Deity Offering Ceremony, expressing our gratefulness to the Beast Deity for blessing the females in surviving the harsh winter, while also praying for more cubs to be born this year. Servant has been chairing this for the past few years, but since the great Messenger have returned this year, you should be doing this by right. So, servant is here to bring you over.”
Gu Mengmeng’s mouth twitched as she thought about how Lea did the sorcerer’s dance on the wooden tower. With an awkward laughter, she said, “Well, I am not that familiar in this field, you should do it since you are used to it.”
Cole seemed to be a little surprised, and he immediately dropped down on his knees and said in a devoted manner, “Servant dare not usurp.”
Lea wagged his tail and stood up from the bed. He hung onto Elvis’s shoulders like a boneless man and his big tail wrapped around Gu Mengmeng’s waist. With a lazy and slightly hoarse voice, he said, “Chairing the Beast Deity Offering Ceremony represents one’s status and only those that have the religious authority are qualified to do it. Since you are already here, there’s not a chance for him to do it, Mengmeng…”
Lea said as he tightened his grip of the tail around Gu Mengmeng’s waist, pulling her closer to him. His slender and bony fingers hooked onto Gu Mengmeng’s chin and gentleness scattered in his amorous eyes. His red lips opened and he said, “I also want to see how you look like in the ceremonial dress, you must be so beautiful.”
Gu Mengmeng rolled her eyes and swatted away Lea’s hand. She took a step back towards Elvis’s arms and said, “But I don’t know how to do the sorcerer’s dance.”
Cole took a step forward, drew out a piece of hide from his arms and handed it over to Gu Mengmeng with both hands. He said, “This is another esoterica kept by Sauder, it was said that this was on the Offering Ceremony. Please, Great Messenger, have a look.”
Gu Mengmeng had trauma on the word ‘esoterica’, thinking to herself that it could not possibly be the handwritten version for “300 Poems of the Tang Dynasty”?
But she could not let Cole just holding on to the esoterica, so Gu Mengmeng took it over suspiciously. She opened it and almost got choked on her own saliva.
There were two lines sewed on the hide with some unknown thread:
The ceremonial dance: ‘Little Apple’ slowed down sixteen times.
The offering ceremony speech: ‘Little Apple’ lyrics in English.
Gu Mengmeng laughed suddenly. She shook the hide on her hand, turned to look at Cole, then at Lea, thinking to herself, “Do you know that the previous Messenger of the Beast Deity that you respected so much was just a funny and ridiculous person that merely knew how to square-dance?”
How did this dude managed to bluff the entire world? Even after a thousand years and nobody realized it?
“Great Messenger, is there any problem?” Cole felt Gu Mengmeng’s look seemed strange and asked.
Gu Mengmeng laughed and said, “Come, read the offering ceremony speech for me, let’s see if our versions are any different.”