Sao Zha: "Devotion value is the awe value for the Creator God. Lord God must think you don’t respect Him, so He specially added it for you."
This Divine Lord is really quite peculiar.
His quirky personality is almost on par with Yu Siqiao.
Mo Shu: "But didn’t you say that I could give you what I don’t want? You can have this devotion value."
Sao Zha regretfully said: "I can only absorb what comes from the gift packs that you don’t want. For instance, if you throw away 10 beauty points, then I would gain 20 beauty points—becoming an incredibly handsome Little Dragon."
Mo Shu: "...That’s quite a pity."
Sao Zha also felt it was a pity and murmured: "With your looks, you don’t need beauty points, unlike me—if I could get a bit more beauty, I’d definitely be very, very handsome."
Mo Shu: "...You’re thinking too much. It’s mainly about the aura."
However, only two gift packs can be opened per day; Mo Shu had already opened hers today.
Mo Shu felt a warm sensation inside, saying: "Seeing what the Purple Gold Gift Pack contained, I wonder what kind of surprise a bigger gift pack would bring?"
Sao Zha was also very excited, "It must be even better!"
Mo Shu asked again: "What did you mean by ’choice’ just now?"
Sao Zha: "I’m not very clear on it either, but since it’s from Lord God, it certainly won’t be anything bad. But I guess, it might be a choice that you’ll face after completing a task."
Or, to return to the original world.
Is this the so-called choice?
Mo Shu had a hunch that it wasn’t that simple.
But pondering these questions was pointless.
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What was really precious to Mo Shu at the moment was the health value.
Mo Shu was in a good mood, calmed herself down a bit, and then fell asleep.
The next day, when Mo Shu got up, the first person she saw was still Ji Nan.
But today, Ji Nan seemed a bit off.
Why was the usually expressionless girl blushing all of a sudden?
Mo Shu gave her a curious glance and asked: "Are you sick?"
She raised her hand and, without waiting for permission, touched her forehead.
Ji Nan stiffened up and couldn’t help swallowing saliva, her voice trembling: "No...it’s just that, Princess, you’re becoming more beautiful, I..."
Mo Shu immediately became alert.
She had gained 10 beauty points and 10 charm points last night.
Mo Shu entertained a playful thought and asked, "Do you like it then?"
Ji Nan’s face immediately turned as red as blood. She lowered her head and silently nodded twice.
Mo Shu curved her lips into a smile,
lightly applied some minimal makeup, then descended the stairs.
As she walked by, the servants all stopped in their tracks and gazed at Mo Shu, unable to look away.
Why was Princess Mo becoming more and more beautiful?
When Mo Shu came downstairs, Qin An was so shocked that he couldn’t move.
Today, Mo Shu was dressed in a white gauze dress.
Her pretty, rosy face was radiant with health, and the dress...no, it was she who made the dress seem imbued with a unique immortal aura, absolutely peerless.
Mo Jiantao was also spellbound.
This, was she his disgustingly unbearable daughter?
How come she seemed different somehow?
Originally, Mo Shu resembled Sha Ling very closely.
But from some point on, the gap between Mo Shu and Sha Ling grew wider and wider.
For the first time, Mo Jiantao realized: She is her, and Sha Ling is Sha Ling.
It seemed that he shouldn’t have directed his hatred for Sha Ling onto his only daughter.