Chapter 187: Where Are You Putting Your Claws At?!

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Upon seeing Oakley looking as if he saw a ghost, Gu Mengmeng found it pretty hilarious.

Can’t everyone have their own ambition? Why must everyone’s dreams be standardized?

Gu Mengmeng turned back to look at Elvis and asked, “Do you want to unite the Beast World?”

Elvis stared into Gu Mengmeng’s eyes, slightly frowning as if he landed himself in a tremendously great struggle. After quite a while, he then opened his mouth to speak, “What is the price to pay for uniting the Beast World?”

Gu Mengmeng thought for a moment and answered, “I guess it’s loneliness. Everyone who stands on the top of the world and looks down on everyone will rarely have people accompanying them. All kings in history were all self-claimed loners, loners who were utterly isolated. They couldn’t trust nor rely on anyone. Their son might extend their claws at them on a bright afternoon all of a sudden or their wife might clutch their necks in the dead of the night someday. Let alone having any best friends. These are all the price to pay for authority. It’s brutal but very real. If you want to possess something, you have to give up something. This is life.”

Seeing how Gu Mengmeng was explaining like a drama queen, Elvis suddenly heaved a sigh of relief. He pulled Gu Mengmeng who was dancing with joy in for a hug with a light smile as if he came round to something. He lightly rubbed the tip of his nose on her little face and said, “I’m not interested in uniting the Beast World. I’m more interested in, what kind of price will I have to pay to be able to get you?”

Gu Mengmeng choked at Elvis’s sudden confession and she darted up due to her conditional reflexes. She gave a fake laugh and said, “Why don’t we just discuss about the 10086 ways to unite the Beast World?”

Oakley felt a deep sense of helplessness. Their original tribe leader Elvis who had lofty aspirations and great ideals became one with no aspirations at all after meeting the female love of his life.

But, why was he feeling so envious?

Oakley laughed at himself. He already kind of guessed Gu Mengmeng’s ident.i.ty, and he himself was very clear that a first-level orc like him becoming her male was just a fool’s talk. It was already the highest honor to help her do something!

Thinking about this, Oakley tidied his emotions and said, “I’ll extract more yellow gravy with Bode tomorrow. For Sandy, I guess he won’t reject me.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Mengmeng’s eyes s.h.i.+mmered as she agreed by nodding her head like how a garlic was pounded. She thought for a moment before answering, “Remember, don’t take all the beehives away from others. Be good and leave half for them.”

Oakley did not know what kind of principle this was but since it came from Gu Mengmeng, he would not raise any objection. Thus, he nodded his head in agreement.

After Barete and the other two left, Elvis cleared the cutlery and returned back to the cave. He evolved into wolf form and huddled up on the beast-skin pad, treating it as a warm blanket. Gu Mengmeng originally did not have any mental pressure with Elvis’s original form but after the sudden confession today, she became pretty embarra.s.sed.

Elvis did not give Gu Mengmeng much time to be affected when he moved his claws, causing Gu Mengmeng to fall into his arms. He s.h.i.+fted his front claws and trapped Gu Mengmeng, then placed his chin on her head and closed his eyes.

Elvis was sleeping soundly but Gu Mengmeng could not sleep at all.

d.a.m.n it, you pervert! Where are you putting your claws at?! My 36D is being used as your mouse-pad now, huh?!

Gu Mengmeng clenched her teeth and was preparing to take out her force for handling crazy fellows on public transport to fix this pervert when she looked up and met eyes with Elvis’s blue eyes. That look of him staring down at her and that sharp, protruding teeth that were visible from this short distance…

Actually, being held on by Elvis like this is quite good, right? Thinking about it from another perspective, it may be her own 36D acting frivolously towards Elvis’s front claws, right right?