470 Is It A Damned Convention To Keep Performers?

Gu Mengmeng nodded, finally heaving a sigh of relief. She hugged Sandy's waist, leaning in her embrace, just like how Sandy laid in hers when she was hurt previously.

Whining a few times, Gu Mengmeng looked up at Sandy, "Sandy, I'm so upset…"

Sandy caressed Gu Mengmeng's hair softly, "Both of them know that they are wrong. If you are still angry, then let them both fight, make them beat each other till they are badly battered… then you can calm down and forgive them."

Gu Mengmeng smiled, "This time, they are not the ones in the wrong, but me…"

Sandy opened her eyes wide, "How would you be wrong? You are Gu Mengmeng, the messenger of the Beast Deity!"

Gu Mengmeng rubbed Sandy's little face that had gotten rounder, "Messengers of the Beast Deity are people too, they have times when they are also greedy, weak, helpless and deceitful."