Chapter 1832: The Beloved Little Sister Has Returned!
"The ’War God’s’ eyes were always half-closed, making it impossible for the little girl in the glazed skirt to see his expression and thus unable to discern his purpose in making such a statement.
The Mysterious Lady’s drooped eyes were merely to disguise the difference in her eyes.
She could never have imagined that this small gesture would backfire.
She said these words to suppress the opponent, hoping they would retreat and leave the War God.
Yet, unbeknownst to her, the little girl in the glazed skirt was thinking: Why won’t the War God look at me? Why avoid eye contact? Is it because the words aren’t sincere, and facing each other would make it hard to say them?
So the War God doesn’t think I’m a useless match for him; he’s just trying to motivate me with harsh words!
Is this reverse psychology?
Even if I see through the War God’s intentions, I must pretend to be very hurt and upset to cooperate with his intentions! After all, I’m the most considerate mount, hehe!
"I know I’m useless, and I don’t deserve you, boohoohoo..."
The Thunder God has no rain; the little girl’s heart was still giggling, but her mouth had to fake cry, which was quite difficult for her.
She hung her head low, preventing the War God from seeing her face, so he wouldn’t know she wasn’t actually crying.
Hearing the sobbing and the other’s passive words, the "War God" felt satisfied and said coldly, "As long as you’re aware, I’ll be going now."
The "War God" didn’t dare stay long, worried the real War God might come looking any moment.
After he left, the little girl in the glazed skirt peeked around, confirmed that he had gone far, breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered, "Fake crying is tiring!"
Little Taotie sat on the ground, looking at the little girl in the glazed skirt within the barrier, pondered for a moment, and murmured in a childish voice, "Is fake crying very tiring? I should...try it next time?"
The little girl in the glazed skirt, unaware she was being a bad influence on the youngster, continued happily picking flowers.
Little Taotie blinked, "Doesn’t she mind at all? The bad guy said so many irritating things, and she doesn’t take it to heart? I guess I worried for nothing..."
Just when Little Taotie thought he worried for nothing, the little girl in the glazed skirt suddenly stopped picking flowers, furrowed her brow, placed her flower basket on the ground, sat on the petal of a large flower, and sighed, "I know I’m too weak, but why does the War God have to use reverse psychology? Is it because he can’t fight the Demon God and the Demon God’s four mounts anymore? Does the War God want me to join the battle?"
The little girl in the glazed skirt jumped up from the petal, twirled around on the spot, and grinned happily, "I can finally go to battle!!! How wonderful!!!"
Little Taotie: "..." Is that really what the bad guy meant?
Recalling the words of the Mysterious Lady, Little Taotie’s impression, as someone who always scored full marks in literature, was that she was trying to suppress the opponent, hoping they would retreat or feel inferior.
But how did it turn into reverse psychology in the little girl’s ears? How did it become the War God wanting her to battle?
Pondering for a moment, Little Taotie murmured quietly, "Not having learned literature well might not be a bad thing, at least she won’t feel inferior or sad because of malicious words since she can’t detect the malice in the language."
The biggest mistake of the Mysterious Lady was trying to play mind games with a young, second-generation Little Monster Beast. Monster Beasts are not humans; just being able to understand human speech is remarkable. How could they detect subtle manipulations unless you directly say to her: ’You are too weak, you are a worthless creature, you should step aside and let a stronger one be the War God’s mount!’
That might make the second-generation Little Monster Beast understand and feel ashamed, possibly leading to thoughts of retreating.
The Mysterious Lady’s roundabout words had no real effect and might even backfire.
The little girl in the glazed skirt slid down from the petal as if using a slide, picked up the flower basket from the ground, and rushed out beyond the flower sea.
As she ran, she began to transform. This time she successfully reverted to the form of Little Beast Bai Bai, her large tail growing even larger, like being held aloft by a giant parachute, flying over cliffs, rivers, and millions of miles, finally returning to the Lion Tribe.
Seeing the youngest sister return, all the men of the Lion Tribe rushed over. They were somewhat distant relatives of the Little Beast Bai Bai, but their affection was undiminished by blood relation.
A group of big lions, ranging from brown to yellow to black, and occasionally a rare white one, surrounded Little Beast Bai Bai, excitedly sticking out their tongues to lick her fur. Little Beast Bai Bai leapt onto the head of a big black lion, and in a whiny, childish voice said, "No, no, no, my fur will get wet!"