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Sagua’s fear reached its peak once he heard the last three words coming out from Gu Mengmeng’s mouth, one at a time.

What could be worse than not dying after getting one’s skin ripped off? Imagining the image of himself dripping in blood, Sagua could already feel the pain all over his body, causing him to shake more than before. It was only now that he started to regret being so prideful. He should not have attacked Gu Mengmeng right away, he merely wanted to confirm the extent to which Saint Nazaire protected Gu Mengmeng. If she was easily killed by him, it would prove that she was another one of those females in these countless years that became the scapegoat on behalf of someone else.

However, the moment he saw Gu Mengmeng’s face, he was almost sure that Gu Mengmeng was the messenger of the Beast Deity.

Although he had never seen the last messenger of the Beast Deity, he had heard from rumors that she had an unforgettable beauty that could not be compared to any other female in the beast world. So, they set off to search for the new faithful messenger of the messengers of the Beast Deity, and the first creed he obeyed was his own eyes. Despite none of them having seen the messengers of the Beast Deity, but according to the legends of the tribe, they can immediately identify one the moment they saw them.

Now the facts have been proven, the ancestors were right.

And when he saw Gu Mengmeng holding the torch, even playing with the flames, he believed it a hundred percent.

It could not be wrong. Otherwise, how would the Flame Devil brought by the previous messenger of the Beast Deity be so docile in her hands? It was also because of this that he carried no suspicions towards Gu Mengmeng when she said “The Beast Deity is my daddy”. After all, according to the records and legends of the tribe, the Flame Devil had always been aggressive, and even the previous messenger of the Beast Deity were unable to have full control over it. Yet, Gu Mengmeng could play with it freely, as if she was just teasing her pet at home.

If we were to ask who is the owner of the Flame Devil… the Beast Deity would definitely not be the second choice.

So, it seemed perfectly logical that Gu Mengmeng was the daughter of the Beast Deity.

Gu Mengmeng did not know Sagua’s imagination had run wild, and could only see him suddenly straightening his back, looking at Lea with a confused yet fearful gaze as he approached him after having treated the casualties’ injuries. Those eyes filled with dread and admiration, he did not seem like a butcher that was about to peel off his skin, but more like…

Crap! Gu Mengmeng instantly understood what Sagua was thinking. Damn, he thought Lea, just like the Beast Deity, was the partner of her “Mother Beast”.

Goodness, that damned mouth of hers, why did she not think before she outrightly said something so stupid like “Did your mother only have one partner”?

How is she going to explain herself now? Damn, was she going to say that she found herself a stepfather?

But the problem was, she didn’t even know who her mother was…

Gu Mengmeng shuddered with a start, wanting to stay away from this ridiculous imagination. Shaking he head, she decided she could no longer follow up with Sagua, so she forcefully diverted the conversation, roaring, “Hey. Didn’t I tell you not to change the topic? Give me a direct answer, are you going to compensate this piece of skin, or not?”

Sagua moved his knees, turning towards Lea and gave him a big salute while kneeling down, “Ninth Highness, please save Sagua, Sagua did not mean to offend Miss Messenger, please help me plead for forgiveness with Miss Messenger…”

Gu Mengmeng furrowed her brows, turning to the direction at which Sagua was kneeling towards to look at Lea, repeating silently in her heart: Ninth Highness?

Lea’s smile was faint, his hands having a clear contrast against his head of silver hair due to the bloodstains from the casualties. He picked up a piece of beast skin to wipe his hands, then slowly stretched out his nails, twisted his wrists and looked at Sagua from the corner of his eye, “Plead for forgiveness? Well, that’s not possible, Mengmeng said… she wanted your skin.”